As always, we use sleep to replenish our energy. This special cultivation method is different from what Buddhism and Taoism call the meditation that eliminates distracting thoughts and eliminates external objects. This mental method, which is called "overbearing", is different from other qi refining techniques and is inseparable from its origin. The movement of essence and energy, it completely utilizes the energy of martial arts practitioners from the beginning to the celestial phenomena to the extreme. When reaching the state of transformation, the essence of the body and the external energy can be layered together to the point of destroying the heaven and the earth. possible. It's just a cultivation method, which is simply running the qi machine in the body to circulate and recirculate.
This is a mental method with different appearances and inner meanings. The description is simple and easy to understand, which makes people feel like eating chicken ribs. As long as you practice it and go deep into it, the power is amazing.
Nine Stops and Nine Lines is an example.
At that time, the old man in his family, who was praised and criticized in the temple and in the world, ignored the objections of other people in the family and was determined to let himself practice this mental method that had never been recorded before.
The whole family respected and feared this old man. Because of his feats when he was young, they built the library specifically and did not allow him to practice anything with a provenance. He insisted on choosing such a weird mental method that no one knew its origin. However, I clearly remember that the family was arguing from morning to night because of this matter. Instead, he, the protagonist, was left alone and no one asked him what he meant.
The old man finally boasted and slapped the table with a glare, which was a sure deal, and it was funny to think about it now.
It’s just that after practicing this mental method for more than ten years, in addition to breaking the boat in every crisis, the huge power accumulated layer by layer, and the spirit of self-cultivation that keeps me awake day after day, year after year. Other than that, there seems to be nothing special about it.
As everyone knows, the authorities are so deluded that they have some short-sightedness like a frog in a well.
Because the little girl Hongzao had snatched the spot in the middle of the night, the third young master who had no idea how valuable the jade was made pitifully moved a chair to the door.
However, this time, he woke up suddenly when a powerful force of energy violently dispersed the energy around him.
It's daybreak.
Different from waking up at the beginning of the morning in the past, when I opened my eyes in the middle of the night, I could tell that it was already an hour late just by looking at the already bright sky.
Moreover, he woke up due to external force, which made Ye San even more uneasy.
Looking for the sudden vast energy, he suddenly found that the red dates that were supposed to be in the hall were gone, and the small mattresses were stacked neatly on the round stool.
Don’t you even know when Hong Zao gets up?
In the middle of the night, I turned to the direction of the side room in confusion. The door was closed tightly. There was nothing strange. But why did I sleep so deeply? It stands to reason that my sister should have woken up at this time, why didn't she call me? Where did the red dates go?
Standing up in the middle of the night, my center of gravity was unsteady in a trance, and I almost fell to the ground. My legs felt weak, as if I was stepping on water, and I couldn't exert any strength.
Holding on to the door frame to steady himself, Ye Sangen looked at his legs in confusion. Ye Sangen couldn't remember how long it had been since he felt like this.
After practicing martial arts, it was obviously impossible for him to suffer from such weakness again. Even though he had exhausted his energy before, he had never been so weak. Even if it was like three years ago, or four years ago, after a series of nearly fatal fights, there was no saying that the situation would be like this.
In the middle of the night, she opened her mouth and called "Sister", but with a snap of her fingers, she discovered that no sound seemed to come out of her mouth.
Didn't you hear your own voice?
In the middle of the night, he opened his mouth again.
This time it seemed like I couldn't even open my mouth.
Lost in fragrance?
The first reaction was that someone wanted to harm me, but in the next moment, he eliminated this thought and his consciousness was still clear as before. How could he be under the influence of incense?
In the middle of the night, he was very worried. He was so well-informed that he used this little trick. Then he thought of a drug that had been lost for a long time in the world, Cartilage Xingnao Powder.
It is said that Yaozhi, the ancestor of Yaoli, the king of medicine in the dynasty, got the wrong amount of medicine and turned a prescription that can refresh the mind into such a drug that makes people awake but weak.
Different from the widely circulated ecstasy, which is a common drug that all criminals have in hand, it can be seen from the name that some of the most powerful drugs are regarded as treasures by some criminal flower pickers in due course. Just imagine, unlike the previous unconscious and lack of emotions, wouldn't such a conscious and willing mermaid make those shameless people distort their psychology and get excited satisfaction? !
Therefore, there were often rumors of disgusting things about someone at a certain time and place that were despised.
Precisely because of this, a group of noble and upright people were deeply disgusted and forced the drug dealer to destroy this anesthesia prescription, which was the most suitable for the brave and ruthless Jianghu people. As time went by, no one in more than a hundred years still remembered this time. It can be regarded as an ecstasy cartilage powder that harms one party.
In the middle of the night, I also accidentally saw it in a miscellaneous article read by my sister, so I could remember it immediately. This thing can definitely be called poison.
Staggering to the side room, he opened the door in the middle of the night, but where was Ye Xieyou's shadow in the bedroom?
In the middle of the night, I was completely panicked.
Only after seeing that the bedding on the couch was neat and tidy, and that the room was as neat as new, and that there was no mess as imagined by fighting or resistance, he calmed down at the door in the middle of the night.
How could someone as smart as midnight not see such an unreasonable thing?
When he regained his composure and looked back, it was a blow to the head.
There was an old man with gray hair standing in the room with a smile. The position was exactly where he had just woken up.
Before the door was opened, the old man suddenly appeared there, which was extremely strange.
Is it possible that my ears don’t work well either? Ye San Geng thought so.
The old man is always smiling, and his face can be called kind. He suddenly said, "Boy, what are you looking for?"
After that, it became even more weird. There were lotuses growing under your feet, and you were one step closer.
In the middle of the night, I was even more frightened, or rather horrified.
This suddenly made him think of the good guest who was growing lotus step by step the day before. Step by step he stepped down from a height of five to six feet. It was not just the energy around him or the majestic power of heaven and earth leaking out of his body. , is equivalent to exploding a lotus flower that is kept secret by both Buddhist and Taoist families.
The Buddhist temple sits on a lotus platform with a majestic appearance, so thousands of Buddhists kneel down and kowtow, and perform ascetic practices for tens of thousands of miles to seek protection.
The Taoist nurturing golden lotus seizes the creation of heaven and earth, absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, feeds a pond of fate, and secretly feeds the ancestral court, reincarnation is determined.
The lotus growing under your feet can serve as a way of heaven.
Obviously, this old man was not as inexperienced as when he was a good guest borrowing the power of God. Just this step, it was as if he was just strolling in the courtyard, taking it at his fingertips.
"who are you?"
While being surprised that he could make a sound, Ye Sangen was even more defensive about the old man in front of him.
Not only did he enter the room silently, but all the strangeness must have something to do with this old man.
The old man put his hands behind his back and said with a smile, "Who are you?"
Midnight fell into deep thought.
It seemed that at this moment, he really couldn't remember who he was. He couldn't seem to remember what he was doing or what he should do.
There was a sense of helplessness in his confused expression. This young man, who had happily engaged in grudges for ten years at a young age, pondered, "Who am I?"
"Time passes in the east and stars move in the west. If there is a predestined relationship, you will be you."
The old man raised his hand, and stretched out a finger from the back of the hand that looked like a piece of dead tree bark, and tapped the forehead of the young man in front of him.
"It's better to sleep."
A dazzling light spread from the center of the eyebrows, then exploded, turning into spots of starlight, curling into the sky.
Everything around him seemed to be moving like stars, and the bright sunlight shining in the room quickly disappeared. As time changed, the deep courtyard suddenly appeared in front of him, and the courtyard was in a mess.
Some people were wailing, some were running away, some were begging for mercy on their knees, and some were holding swords and burning with anger.
There are also people whose murderous intent reaches the sky, sweeping like a great river tide.
But that mere silhouette made people's hearts tremble. In this hell on earth covered by the dark night, Ye San even knew that it was him.
The man in his thirties brazenly missed with his sword on the side. The heavy blow from top to bottom split the Huashan Mountain, shattering all the bluestones on the ground and causing debris to fly.
The figure with the navy blue bunt crouched down, drew a circle with his shoulder, and charged up a side collision. The burst of force knocked the man holding the knife away with a crisp sound of bone cracking. Then the figure suddenly rushed forward, like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, reaching out to push the man to the ground. The muffled sound and the shattering of the bluestone were even more terrifying than before.
The old man with gray hair on his temples appeared again, standing in front of Night Watch, who was also a bystander, but he still said with a slight smile: "There are eight members of the Liang family in the capital, one died, three were seriously injured, two were slightly injured, and the rest The two men are missing."
In the middle of the night, he looked up blankly, and when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.
"What's the point of beating someone to death with one punch?"
Ye Sangen frowned.
"Come again."
As the word "old man" rises and falls, the sleeve of the robe is waved, and the gap is gone in an instant.
When he opened his eyes again, the sky was already full of fire. There were six people in a row shivering, and next to them was a servant girl with tears streaming down her face.
The man in the middle was also in his thirties. He kept kowtowing and admitting his mistake, but what he saw in front of him was the young man in front of him who looked like a murderous god under the firelight, with a fierce look on his face.
With just one kick, the man who weighed more than 100 kilograms was kicked straight into the raging flames, causing sparks to fly and spread out, followed by a tragic howl as the fire raged.
The young man with red eyes kicked him, and another person flew up and bumped into the man who was on fire, knocking him in again before he could extinguish the flames from his body.
With just the right amount of cleverness, one person stayed outside and the other returned inside.
A mouthful of blood spattered outside, and he passed out. The only four people left, peeing and peeing, hugging their heads and crying amidst the wailing of the man in the fire that echoed throughout the sky.
The old man standing side by side with Midnight's face remained unchanged, as if the volcano-hell-like scene in front of him was just a mirror image, illusory and illusory to him.
The old man did not look at the late night watch. He looked at the man in the fire who was already covered in flames and screamed hoarsely and helplessly. He spoke again: "In the Mo family, one person was burned alive, one was seriously injured, and four are unconscious."
In the middle of the night, he didn't say anything at all, and just looked sideways at the old man.
This happened three years ago. After he came back to his senses, he pretended it was a dream.
It was a big dream, but when I woke up, I still had lingering fears.
The old man also turned his head and looked at each other, but after the old man raised his hand and pushed without any warning, Ye Sangeng suddenly flew towards the blazing flames like a paper kite that had just taken off.
The subconscious avoidance was still uncontrollable in the blink of an eye, and the scorching temperature disappeared with the snap of a finger and the old man waved his sleeves.
The old man's voice seemed to come from Jiuyou, and before the scorching heat that Ye Sangeng felt had completely dissipated, he shuddered as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"What's the point of killing someone with such ruthless tactics?"
Then the sleeves of his robe were waved again, and he traveled a hundred miles.
On the cliff, next to the dead trees, the white belly of the oriental fish is beautiful.
It's just that under this scenery, a fight that has reached a fever pitch makes people really have no time to pay attention.
The sun rises in the east, and half of the sky is dyed with rosy clouds. On the old trees, there is a colorful pheasant with its long tail trailing. It raises its head towards the half-death battle and shouts that the world is white.
