The imperial city is indeed an imperial city, and its prosperity is breathtaking.
"Hey, wait, wait."
Many pedestrians turned around and saw that they did not recognize this person, but he kept shouting and passing through the crowd, causing many people to be dissatisfied.
"This king is calling you, can't you hear me?"
Xie Wule was surprised to be grabbed by someone. He had also heard the previous shouts. When he thought that he had no acquaintances in the imperial city and it was not him, he ignored it.
"Huh? Why did you come to the Imperial City? Where are the other two?" Xie Wule turned around and found that it was the robber boss he met on the road a few days ago. Just as the robber boss was about to speak, Xie Wule looked at the eyes of the people around him and said, "Let's go and talk somewhere else."
Went to a restaurant and ordered a few dishes.
"What are you doing here? No more robbing." Xie Wule joked with a smile.
"You think I want to do this kind of thing." The man blushed: "I'm here to talk to you about something. Did you leave the money in front of the door?"
Xie Wule pretended to ask, and said doubtfully: "What money? I don't know!"
The man looked a little unhappy: "I know it's you, my little brother told me that the purse is yours! You're still pretending! Why do you act like a woman?"
Xie Wule remembered that Weiwei had indeed taken out her purse when she gave the two girls money, and spread her hands: "That purse is indeed not mine, but my wife's."
"Is that the woman who was traveling with you? What about your wife? Call her out."
"She is not with me now. She went to see her mother." Xie Wule became more and more confused. He would not give them money. Instead, they were angry: "What on earth are you here for?"
"Well, she is your wife, and you are a family." The man thought for a moment, then looked up at Xie Wule: "We do need money, but we can't just take it from you for nothing, and I have nothing to give you. . Let’s do this, I see you have a sword with you, you should be a martial artist. I give this thing to you, I don’t understand it, but it should have some effect on you, and we will be clear."
As he spoke, he took out a book and threw it in front of Xie Wule, then turned to leave.
"Hey, hey, where are you going? The food has been served. Do you want to leave before you eat?" Xie Wule grabbed the man.
"No, my little brother is still waiting for me."
Xie Wule took out the few pieces of silver he had and gave it to him, and said with a smile: "Okay, I won't keep you here, go back quickly."
"Thank you!"
Xie Wule looked at his departing back and shook his head, what exactly did he encounter? For three women to be highway robbers, things are unpredictable.
But this is not a robber, right? You don’t want money, but if you want it, you come all the way to give it to you. Xie Wule picked up the book on the table and looked at it. There was no word on the cover. Just as he was about to open it, the waiter shouted: "Your Majesty, your food." Xie Wule looked at the food on the table and shook his head helplessly. How could a person do this? Finished eating?
When he returned to the inn where he was staying, Xie Wule lay down directly on the bed. He was so full from this meal. After Song Weiwei's reminder, Xie Wule also started saving and was reluctant to waste. Change the previous squandering behavior of suddenly getting a large sum of money.
Xie Wule took out the booklet. It was very thin and quite new, but for some reason there was no word on the cover. Opening it, lines of beautiful handwriting came into view. Since the invention of printing, handwritten manuscripts have become rare nowadays. Xie Wule was very interested and read on.
There wasn't much content, so Xie Wule finished reading it in a short time, put it on his pillow and closed his eyes. The content is a bit messy, and there are many words that seem to supplement the previous text, making it even more disorganized. It's as if one person wrote whatever he thought of.
Xie Wule suddenly sat up from the bed and was shocked. Wasn't this written by the woman herself? Then I started reading the booklet for a while.
Probably not. Looking at the content, it should be about martial arts moves or something like that, but the woman said she didn't know much about it, so it shouldn't have been written by her.
If it is true as what is written in this booklet, then this martial arts is undoubtedly very sophisticated and powerful. Even if it is not widely known, it should still be heard among the Jianghu guild. But I have never heard of anyone who knows a kind of martial arts that attracts people.
Now Xie Wule is in a dilemma. He wants to increase his skill quickly, and the skills recorded in this skill can just meet his needs. I just don’t know if it’s true or not. If it’s false, practicing the exercises indiscriminately will only make me crazy at the least, and endanger my life at the worst. It’s not worth the gain.
Forget it, I'll just practice for a while according to what this booklet says, and stop immediately if I find anything unusual. Xie Wule didn't know much about this aspect so he dared to have such an idea. Anyone who practices martial arts knows that if you go crazy, you can't control it at all and you can't stop it.
Just do it, Xie Wule read the contents in the book again, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and started to operate the Qi in his Dantian according to that statement.
The first time, Xie Wule was not familiar with the method of Qi flowing in the meridians, and he had doubts in his heart, so it moved very slowly. After running it once, it was found that there seemed to be no problem, so Xie Wule speeded up the operation.
After running for a long time, Xie Wule found that nothing seemed to change. When Zhengdao himself was deceived, his Dantian was burning. Xie Wule knew that the time was approaching noon and wanted to stop this unknown martial arts, but found that he could not stop. He was shocked.
Xie Wule was horrified and lamented that he had been careless and had suffered the consequences of his haste. He was afraid that he would be blamed for this, so he became discouraged and gave up the struggle. Suddenly, he recalled the Qi refining method taught by the immortal in his mind, and a shadow of the immortal appeared in his mind and began to preach.
"When refining Qi, you should devote your mind and body to it. You should not be distracted, and you should avoid running multiple exercises at the same time. Otherwise, the Qi and breath will conflict and it will be in vain."
Suddenly I noticed that for some reason there was still a small amount of Qi left in my Dantian, and I felt that there was nothing serious except that I couldn't stop the exercise. Xie Wule gritted his teeth, treating the dead horse like a living horse doctor, and started the method of refining Qi, only for the Qi and breath to collide and stop himself.
The remaining Qi began to circulate in the tendons, but it was completely different from the tendons that the nameless exercise passed through. The two did not interfere with each other in different meridians and coexisted peacefully.
Xie Wule just felt helpless. Since the nameless mental method had not caused any substantial harm to him yet, he didn't care about it anymore. Xie Wule had no other choice but to concentrate on the method of refining Qi.
The three yins of the hands run from the chest to the hands; the three yangs of the hands run from the hands to the head; the three yangs of the feet run from the head to the feet; the three yins of the feet run from the feet to the abdomen. The small amount of Qi traveled through the twelve tendons and meridians in the body.
Xie Wule didn't think that these things happened that could shock him. However, when he noticed this, he was shocked again.
How is this possible that the method of refining qi travels through the twelve meridians in the body but does not conflict with the nameless method?
I saw that my Qi, which had become very thin, began to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye. It did not take long to return to the previous level, and even continued to increase. Although the speed slowed down, it was still faster than when Xie Wule was refining Qi. A lot faster.
As noon passed, Xie Wule stopped practicing the Qi Heart Technique. The amount of Qi he practiced today actually exceeded the total amount of the previous ten days!
But Xie Wule is still not happy. He hasn't figured out what the nameless technique is, and he hasn't stopped yet.
Xie Wule calmed down his mind and focused his consciousness on the path of the exercise as if he wanted to guard his Dantian. He wanted to figure out what was going on. The path seems virtual and real, and its color is the same as the color of Qi.
After a long time, Xie Wule opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of thick air. Finally understood what was going on.
The meridians in the body cannot be seen by Xie Wule. Only when Qi passes by can one feel it, which is the so-called inner vision of the body. Relying on his own understanding of the meridians, he can distinguish the twelve meridians one by one.
And this nameless skill does not operate on the twelve meridians. Instead, he consumes the Qi stored in his Dantian and constructs new meridians. Since the new meridians are composed of Qi, it gives Xie Wule the illusion that the nameless technique is always running. In fact, it is constructing a new meridians. After the new tendons, the nameless technique has almost stopped.
With more sinews and veins, the speed of exchanging yang qi with the outside world when practicing Qi will naturally be faster. However, there are only two more sinews and veins, but the speed of this cultivation is completely different.
Xie Wule marveled at the magic of this unknown technique, then picked up the book and read it carefully. Before, he glanced at ten lines at a glance, reading them roughly, but now he read them word for word, not even missing a single trace.
Who created such magical martial arts? After reading it, Xie Wule was filled with admiration. When this martial arts is practiced to the extreme, twelve new meridians can be created, doubling the number of meridians. And the spell that absorbs people's power is based on this newly constructed meridians, and the move that absorbs people's power for one's own use is the highest state of this martial arts!
After reading it, Xie Wule was still immersed in indescribable surprise and joy. He put the book away. After all, this was something someone else wanted to give to Weiwei. Naturally, he had to keep it and give it to Weiwei. He was curious to learn secretly. Big taboo! Fortunately, he had proven the magic and harmlessness of this technique, and Xie Wule felt less guilty, but he still had to apologize properly when he saw Weiwei.
Xie Wule had the experience of watching the Wuming Kung Fu again, so he recalled the Qi Mind Refining Technique in his mind. He must have missed a lot when listening to the immortal generals' teachings, and lost the essence. Then the fairy shadow appeared.
Sujiang City.
He had gone to Fengjiang Tower before and found the maid who was yelled at by Xie Wule. The maid clearly remembered the guest who had scars on her face and yelled at her. Xie Wule confirmed that two people checked in and one person left. It had no impact on the other person's maid, who said she stayed in the house most of the time.
"Brother, please..."
"What brother? Am I familiar with you?" This man was stopped by Song Mingxing, and he was particularly dissatisfied: "Please see clearly, I am the eldest son of the Yang family! Are you trying to block my way?"
"I'm sorry, Young Master Yang, I just want to ask if you have ever seen a man with burns on his face? He is about this tall, about eighteen or seventeen years old." Song Mingxing didn't care and changed his title.
This man felt much better when he heard Song Mingxing call him eldest young master. He listened carefully to Song Mingxing's description: "What? I haven't seen him before, so I don't know."
"Thank you, Master Yang. Excuse me for disturbing you." Song Mingxing turned and left. After taking a few steps, he was stopped again: "Master Yang, is there anything else you can do?"
The man smiled brightly: "I see you are sensible, do you want to be my little brother? I guarantee that no one in this city dares to mess with you!"
Before Song Mingxing could reply, the man was pulled away by the ears by a middle-aged man: "You little bastard, didn't I tell you not to let you come out? Why did you run out again? Look at me if I don't go back and interrupt you. leg!"
"Dad, dad, be gentle, be gentle, it hurts! Save your face, I'm still recruiting my little brother!" Young Master Yang shouted.
"Little brother!"
Song Mingxing turned around and saw an old man: "Old man, are you calling me?"
"Is there anyone else here?" the old man said with a smile.
Song Mingxing looked around, and it was true. Although it was daytime, there were not many people on the street.
"If you ask that person, I have the impression that he looks like a doctor from Yunbian City next door. He helped me carry things when I went to Yunbian City to work before. I just don't know if it is the same person." The old man continued.
"Thank you, old man. I will go and have a look." Song Ming saluted and thanked him.
"It's okay, it's okay." The old man walked away slowly and said to himself: "That young man is really kind. He is willing to help me, an old man I don't know..."
