The winter outside the customs is not as cold as usual. Half a month later, it snowed heavily for three consecutive days, there were no birds in sight, and there was no green shade in the world.
Sun Zikai was leading a donkey, dressed as a barbarian, walking in the snow, with blood still not clean on the knife on his waist.
Heavy snow fell in chunks, and the cold wind was biting. Sun Zikai couldn't even see anything ten steps away. It was too cold, and the footprints he had just left were buried by the snow in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, there was a groan from the side. A horse was lying crookedly, half of it under the snow, and a person was lying on the horse's belly. The person's face was purple with cold, and his hands and feet were stuck in the snow. middle.
Sun Zikai came over and recognized him as a barbarian. The horse probably slipped and fell. This man must have tried to pull the horse up. He exhausted all his strength, but he couldn't get up either.
Sun Zikai squatted down and raised his hand. The hand that was stuck in the snow was frozen and necrotic. He estimated that his feet were also the same. Even if he put it on the stove to bake now, it would be useless.
The barbarian's consciousness was vaguely gone, but there was still some noise in his throat. Sun Zikai did not relent, and ended his pain with a knife. He stripped off all his clothes, untied the horse's reins, and put all the clothes on the horse's belly. superior.
Just after finishing these things, another barbarian appeared and came to Sun Zikai. He looked at the scene and guessed the situation here. Then he pointed at the dead man who had been stripped naked and asked: "Your father?"
Sun Zikai shook his head and replied: "I don't know."
"Then you are lucky." The barbarian rubbed his hands, "Finally you can make a fire."
"Light a fire?" Sun Zikai frowned and said suspiciously: "Where can we get dry firewood, let alone such heavy snow."
The barbarian didn't say anything. He probably couldn't bear the cold anymore. He cut some branches with snow on them with his knife and put them on the dead man's body. He then took out a fire stick and lit the dead man's hair, and then his head fell. It started, and then the branches began to burn, and a wave of heat pushed the wind and snow into Sun Zikai's face.
The barbarian chopped a lot more firewood and covered it with the corpse. Then he sat by the fire and said, "Of course wet firewood can't burn, but people can. People have oil on their bodies, so they can burn easily."
The fire grew stronger and stronger, and a burning smell also emerged. Fortunately, they were in the leeward.
Sun Zikai brought the donkey over, let it lie down next to the horse, and they warmed themselves by the fire.
The barbarian wiped his knife with a piece of snow and asked, "Are you the only one?"
Sun Zikai nodded, and the barbarian yelled, but the murderous intent that flashed across his expression could not escape the child's eyes. More than ten breaths later, another naked and hot corpse appeared, but his neck was cut open. , was thrown into the fire, Sun Zikai calmly sat on the horse's belly and fell asleep.
About an hour later, I woke up in the heavy snow. I put the wine pot next to the fire and roasted it for a while. I poured a few mouthfuls for the horse and donkey first, and then I swallowed a mouthful. Suddenly my blood was boiling and I felt much better. Sun Zikai patted the donkey's butt and led the donkey away. The horse also regained its strength and climbed up, but without the reins, it was free.
After walking more than three hundred steps to the west, we met a group of barbarians, a small tribe of about twenty people. They may not have learned the way of making fire from the barbarians before, and their clothes were very thin. They wore two large leather jackets interchangeably. , everyone was too cold to walk. Sun Zikai shivered, touched the snow on his face, took out the knife from his waist and walked over.
Not long after, he was wearing a big fur coat, and the donkey's back was also covered with a big fur coat. Before the blood on the knife behind his waist was clean, he grabbed a handful of broken pancakes and put them into his mouth, then took a sip of spicy wine, and finally I can survive the cold snow tonight.
Many people couldn't survive this night. The farther west they went, the more desolate the land became and the fewer people there were. Sun Zikai understood more and more why the barbarians wanted to rob them. If there was such a land outside the customs, then it would really be alive. It was difficult, but he still couldn't accept the practice of the barbarians running away after robbing and robbing again the next year. They could have lived in the pass or reclaimed the land. It wasn't that they didn't know how, they were just used to robbing.
He has interacted with many barbarians these days. The barbarians seem to have been instilled in them a unified way of survival since childhood. If you want to eat, take it from the person who takes the food. If you don't give it to him, you will chop him.
Sun Zikai now has no mercy for the outsiders. He mingles among them and kills barbarians whenever he sees them. He never leaves anyone alive, so the barbarians don't know of his existence.
He is already familiar with the killing technique. Although he stands up only as high as a horse's belly, three or five adult barbarians combined are no match for him. He has figured out many moves, such as drawing a sword and striking. It is easy to use. He can take off the knife and hide it in his cloak, and then pull it out with lightning speed during the battle, stabbing or chopping, and often winning by surprise. With this single move, he practiced it day by day and thought about it every night. He had practiced it enough More than four thousand times.
Later, he improved the position of drawing the sword and put the sword on the left side of the waist. After drawing the sword, he could immediately backhand the sword to meet the enemy. He had already used the long and thin sword to cut the wind.
But he was not satisfied. He expected that if he continued like this, just a few years later, he would be invincible outside the pass, but when he met those practitioners, he would still be able to endure the same humiliation as he did half a month ago. If only there could be a practitioner to accompany him. Just practice your own killing skills.
Without any way to practice, he could only realize it on his own. He compiled the movements he had used to slaughter barbarians for a long time and performed them every day. At first, there were only seven or eight movements. Later, he made a set of forty or fifty movements. They were all killing techniques. He slowly thought about changing the order of the movements, and then removed the dross and kept the essence. Finally, he formed a set of techniques. From beginning to end, they were smooth and powerful. He called himself a genius, and he was indeed a genius. genius.
He tied heavy stones to his legs and carried them day and night. Later, his arms were also tied, and then his body was also tied. But people have their limits, and he couldn't keep adding weight.
That night, he sat under the stars, the snow had not stopped, and he drank all his wine.
He looked up and saw the moon sinking into the sky. He said to himself: "The moon also has energy, and so does the sun, but the energy of the sun must be strong, otherwise why would I feel hot? The sun is hot and the moon is cold. Really? No, no, the moon is also very hot in summer."
"Huh? If the heat I feel is the energy of the sun, what if I can find a way to absorb more of the sun's energy?"
Okay, this is his goal for tomorrow.
The next day, the snow was still falling, but he was naked and felt the sunlight with open arms. This was tantamount to death. He was actually frozen, but it was the donkey who covered him with a fur coat that saved him.
Sun Zikai is not discouraged and has no way to practice. He must realize it on his own, and he believes that the so-called way of spiritual energy must also be enlightened. Huddled in his leather jacket, he stretched out a hand. The sunlight hit his hand. The palm was small and the light would not be concentrated due to his thoughts. Everything seemed so weak.
But he didn't give up. He thought it made sense. The energy of the sun must have been absorbed by him, so he could feel the heat. It was like eating, and his skin was eating the light.
eat?
He cut open the back of his hand with a knife, and then took some powdered herbs and applied it on it. The wound hurt a little. That was the result of the body devouring the medicinal properties. How do people absorb nutrients? He recalled the medical books he had memorized in his mind, groping for the acupuncture points on his body, which ones were in charge of the spleen, which ones were in charge of the heart...
He took off his fur coat and jumped out naked. This time he didn't just stand still, but started using his own techniques. However, the order of the techniques was completely messed up this time. It turned out that he combined every movement and every move. A nearby acupuncture point corresponds to the sequence of the acupuncture points to define the action. Then, he made dozens of cuts on his body near the acupuncture point. Before the blood flowed out, he applied the medicine foam and continued to inject each one. action.
Paying too much attention to acupuncture points and wounds, he became aware of the "qi". The medicine droplets passed through the wounds and were sent to the acupuncture points. The acupuncture points then flowed throughout the body through the blood vessels. He felt
The flowing process was like a wisp of breath. He worked harder. The wound opened again and blood flowed out. He was almost crazy. His flesh and blood seemed to be screaming, absorbing "nutrients" or energy. The blood was sprinkled on the snow, and it was very bright. He was about to be buried in snow again, and he felt that he was going to die, but he finally felt a special process, which was the process of absorbing things from the outside world in his body. He wrote down that process, and slowly followed that process with all his movements. to redefine the order.
He didn't relax, let him die. No, he couldn't die. Not only did he not want to die, but he also tried hard to live. He stood still in the wind and snow, as if he was frozen again. A fox saw him, and the hungry beast watched. After a while, he immediately bit him. The frozen man suddenly grabbed the fox's body, and opened its belly with both hands. Hot blood spurted out, and Sun Zikai inserted his hands into the still alive flesh. In the fox's belly, he felt the blood in his body passing through the acupuncture points and wounds, absorbing the nutrients from the fox's flesh and blood. Unconsciously, the wounds on his body healed.
Opening his eyes, the fox was no longer breathing. Sun Zikai found that the wounds on his body had disappeared. He did not miss any details. He observed the fox carefully and found that the hair on the fox was not as smooth as before. It seemed much older. He thought to himself, he In the process of absorbing it, are you taking away the nutrients of the fox to yourself? Why does the fox grow old?
Why do people grow old?
Vitality, yes, maybe part of the nutrients a person absorbs from medicine or food will turn into vitality to make up for the loss of his own vitality.
He was always so whimsical, but he did not immediately verify this idea again, and his attention returned to the sunlight.
He got back into his leather jacket, wrapped himself tightly, and kept recalling the process of absorbing it in his mind. Then he stretched out his hand, and this stretch lasted for four hours.
He did not fall asleep. Without relying on the crazy action just now, he could not immediately feel the flowing process. He kept exploring, but to no avail. Suddenly, he had a sudden idea, took out a knife, and stabbed a small wound in the palm of his hand. Appeared, blood beads flowed out, and he understood that the wound on his body was absorbing, whether it was energy or vitality, it was absorbing and restoring it. He followed the reaction sequence of each acupuncture point during the flow process that he just memorized, Prick the openings in the palm of your hand one by one. Prick as many holes as there are acupuncture points in the palm of your hand. The order in which they are restored is just like the process of desperately extracting the acupuncture points all over the body. This is a "road", a way for things from the outside world to enter your body in an orderly manner. "road".
He felt that the palm of his hand seemed to be warmer than before. Although there were many wounds, they were small. The bleeding stopped after a while, but he carefully maintained the flowing "feeling". It was such a strange "feeling", insubstantial, but it was existence, he had to concentrate on imagining it, otherwise the feeling would disappear at any time.
His hands seemed to be hotter. Maybe it was an illusion. He felt that the light in his palms had become much brighter. Gradually, he discovered that this was not an illusion, because an hour later, his palms were already very dazzling. After a burning sensation, A spot of light the size of a pebble condensed in the palm of his hand.
But when he was distracted, the feeling disappeared immediately. Holding the light spot carefully, he couldn't hide his excitement. He wanted to shout, but he was afraid of blowing away the ethereal thing in his hand.
Accidentally, his finger touched it, as if he had touched his finger directly to the sun. The sharp pain only lasted for a moment, but at that moment he resisted and did not pull out his hand. He was right, and the light spot quickly merged with his finger, accurately It was said that it was absorbed by his index finger.
Sun Zikai looked curiously at the small piece of skin under the index finger of his right hand. It was the skin that had absorbed the light spots. It could be clearly felt and hardened. Moreover, when Sun Zikai touched his face with his finger, he could still see the skin from that piece of skin. I feel a little sun-like heat on my skin.
He was excited, and night came soon. He repeated his old tricks. Two hours later, moonlight spots floated on his bloody palm. He carefully touched it with his fingers in the same position. The absorption process was still not easy. After it was over, Sun Zikai discovered that the skin under his right index finger had become harder and more flexible. It still looked soft, but its hardness was more than ten times that of the original.
He shouted with joy, he had found it! Unexpectedly, he found it so quickly. This was his own way of cultivation. He called those light spots the essence, the essence of the sun, and the essence of the moon. The first way he practiced was exactly what he had learned many days ago. The way that practitioners ask - self-cultivation.
If you temper your whole body with the essence of the sun and the moon, day and night, will one day your body become so tough that even a sword can't cut a scar? To put it more exaggeratedly, if your whole body is tempered day and night, After tempering and evolving, will I also become infinitely powerful? As for flames, yes, fire can also shine, and thunder can also shine. Will there be the essence of fire and the essence of thunder? If they are used to temper the body, what will be the result?
Sun Zikai looked up to the sky and laughed. Starting tomorrow, he will have goals and plans again.
