The qi energy in the body drives the external qi machine to flow around the body in an extremely mysterious way like a ribbon. In the middle of the night, with both hands empty, the qi machine wraps around the gravel and fallen leaves and floats slowly as if they are being sucked, more than a foot above the ground, trembling.
I also have some understanding of the weirdness of this lost mental method. The ability to forcibly ascend to a higher level after the energy is superimposed makes Mo Wanren, a martial artist who has practiced martial arts for more than a century, feel a little frightened. Especially unknowingly, he didn't notice any Qi movement on the other side at all, so he felt that the air flow between heaven and earth in this area was getting thicker and thicker.
For example, a Qi-refining warrior can control his Qi as he pleases in the Nine Transformations realm, which is something that outsiders' warriors do not have.
Two tornadoes were erected in the blink of an eye, and all the dead things within a radius of ten feet were vacated. Naturally, the Marquis who had once been in charge of the power of life and death in a state knew more or less the secrets and did not dare to take it lightly. He used all his strength to Quickly gather it together in both hands, muster up your energy, and face this legendary domineering mental method that can break through the low realm and the high realm.
How could he not want to gather his strength again in the middle of the night when his heart was as painful as a mute eating Coptidis chinensis? Just like that day when Dan City stopped nine times, he was even overwhelmed by Hai Dongqing, who was in the same place and had been struggling with the celestial phenomena for many years. He has the upper hand.
It's just that the present is not what it used to be, and the state is not as good as it was in its heyday. Moreover, the day before, the words of Liang Zhongting, who can be called the immortal of the world at the watershed, are still in my ears. The disadvantages caused by this overbearing technique are really shocking. Fear.
After receiving two heavy blows from Mo Wanren, unexpectedly, the Celestial Realm, which was already in full state, broke through to the ninth level by chance. Even so, the continuous trauma and coughing up blood and the churning of the Qi in the body just now made it difficult for him to do so in the middle of the night. Never dare to accumulate energy again to stop five or even higher.
Everyone understands the principle of striking first to gain the upper hand. Feeling the changes in the energy around him, and not daring to let Ye Sangen take the lead, Mo Wanren took the lead and took a big step forward, seeming to mobilize the power of heaven and earth, with his beard and hair spread out. The robes rolled and made hunting sounds, and the distance of two or three feet was reached in the blink of an eye. He jumped up high, filled with mighty power from top to bottom, and took advantage of the momentum to slam down heavily.
It is conceivable that decades of skill turned into one palm, as if the whole world was involved in the deformation.
In the middle of the night, he crazily absorbed the energy around him, his sleeves were bulging, and he waved his palms to greet her.
After a brief silence when the two palms met, they exploded instantly.
The sun and moon changed color, and the heaven and earth trembled.
Smoke and dust filled the air.
Just as fast as it came, Mo Wanren's body rebounded like an arrow from the string and flew backwards ten feet.
Naturally, he was not brisk in the middle of the night. The energy in his body seemed to be deflated, and he could not stop his retreat. Even after Yishan tried to block it, the two of them still did not lose momentum and retreated several feet before stopping in embarrassment.
When the dust cleared, a bare-chested Taoist priest suddenly appeared in the middle of the fight, standing up with his hands closed.
"The two donors are so disregarding the purity of my Taoist sect and insist on fighting to the death?"
Mo Wanren, who had lived in a cottage in Wudang Mountain for four years, naturally recognized the person. He didn't know much about the identity of this Taoist priest with such a high seniority. It was precisely because he didn't understand him that he was afraid and was speechless for a moment.
The bare-chested Taoist priest waved his sleeves, fanned the dust in front of him a few times, and said: "It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. Since you two are in my Wudang, please listen to my advice. If you have to fight to the death for anything, why not calm down?" Come……"
"Then my grandson's death was in vain!" Mo Wanren's eyes were splitting, and he obviously did not accept the Taoist priest's persuasion. "How can I comfort my grandson's spirit in heaven if I don't die!"
In the middle of the night, Ye Xie reached out and took hold of Ye Xie's hand that he had fumbled with due to worry. He was about to speak, but Ye Xie, who had already guessed his identity with a thorough mind, choked out: "Back then, in the capital, the Mo family only picked people for their own selfish interests. An accident occurred and more than ten members of his family were indirectly killed, who should I turn to for comfort?"
Mo Wanren was extremely angry and shouted: "How can those ordinary people compare with my Mo family!"
"All living beings are equal, how can they be incomparable?"
"Girl's strong words!"
Mo Wanren was aroused by Ye Xiayou's two words, and he was about to take action. The bare-chested Taoist priest took a diagonal step towards him, but no movement was seen. The dark clouds that had receded in the cloudy sky slowly began to rise again. There was a muffled sound of thunder in the clouds.
Not to mention Mo Wanren, he was also horrified in the middle of the night. Such a random movement of mind and movement of Qi caused the celestial phenomena to change. The depth of his cultivation was really astonishing.
Affected by the encounter that was comparable to the power of God, the little Taoist boy who had escaped from a distance came riding on a leopard, hiding behind the master, shrinking his head to look at the angry Mo Wanren, and then looked over there at midnight, obviously The little Taoist boy who was inexperienced in the world accidentally invited such a murderous god, and he was terrified.
On the contrary, as a master, I have to take action to resolve the situation no matter what. Whether it is disturbing the purity of the Taoist sect, or sincerely trying to persuade peace, the master is just there to tie up the disciples.
Seeing the overwhelming aura of the bare-chested Taoist priest, Mo Wanren calmed down and pointed at the three o'clock in the night, "Young man named Ye, I don't care if others are afraid of you. Let's write down the old and new grudges first. Qingshan will not change, sooner or later it will be called You pay with blood!"
Ye San was even more unfazed by Mo Wanren's threat. The world is about the world. Isn't it the cycle of cause and effect that can lead to endless rise and fall?
Mo Wanren looked at the topless Taoist priest again, snorted coldly, and walked away.
Until the white-haired old man disappeared from the mountain road, the place returned to calm again. The pilgrims who were no longer busy were whispering and pointing, and everything was restored to its original state.
The great monk Yishan had an unknown fight. Although it was happy for a militant like him, he felt depressed for no reason. He said angrily: "Who is this old man? If you fight, you will fight. If you don't know, you will start at the first sign. Too much." not authentic."
Fearing that her sister would be worried, Ye Sangen raised her hand to rub her chest without leaving any traces. The energy in her body traveled to relieve the stagnation of her meridians, and she explained: "Mo Wanren, the grandfather of Mo Huaiying of the Mo family in the capital."
For the great monk who had only heard about everything that happened in the capital three years ago but did not know the details, he was puzzled but understandable. At midnight, two families were selected in succession, one was from the Shuiling Liang family, and the other was from the Mo family in Yongzhou. The capital was shocked, and even the person above personally ordered a thorough investigation. Although the matter was settled for some reason in the end, there is always a wrongdoer and a debtor. On the surface, the matter has been trivialized. Let’s not mention how many tricks these two families have secretly used to find the culprit, Ye San. Be known.
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet each other, but Yishan understands that the extreme behavior of the old man who sent the white-haired man to the black-haired man can be justified.
Because the horse that was frightened and left after the shocking fight was pulled back hard by Yi Shui, the tall and thin monk still didn't understand. He said: "Yongzhou is so far in the southwest, and he found you here. , faster than both of us?"
It is true that not only the great monk who is single-minded in doing things can't figure it out, but also the siblings who are late at night can't figure it out either.
The bare-chested Taoist priest walked slowly closer, bowed slightly, and sang "Blessings are immeasurable".
Ye San Geng hurriedly clasped his fists, and Ye Xia You was also doing the same. The two great monks, who had never been bound by etiquette, actually clasped their hands in return, respectfully.
"The donor of the Mo family has been building a house in our mountain for nearly four years. By chance, I learned that the donor Ye paid homage to the mountain. This is the result. It is really because our mountain gate has not been handled properly. I hope the donor Ye will not be blamed."
His ability to tell lies made the little Taoist boy behind him dumbfounded, his face turned red, and he kept tugging at the hem of his master's clothes.
The topless Taoist priest ignored the little Taoist boy and politely bowed down again, full of apology.
This made Ye San even more flattered, and he hurriedly reached out his hand to support him, but at the next moment, the topless Taoist priest made a move like lightning, like a snake coiling a turtle, he climbed up and touched several acupuncture points from his wrist to his shoulder, and then used his five fingers to form claws on the former's arm. Sliding up and down, the remaining half of the tattered sleeve from the fight with Mo Wanren was torn.
It was lightning and flint, giving no one a chance to react.
The bare-chested Taoist priest turned sideways, and a burst of milky-white energy visible to the naked eye burst out of his hand in the middle of the night. It hit the ground ten feet away, and it was as hard as a rock and instantly opened a large circular pit.
The topless Taoist priest used the eight strokes of Tai Chi to make a move, and then withdrew his hand using the squeeze move. He was so quick that he stepped back uncontrollably in the middle of the night. The sound under his feet was like thunder. He stopped after five or six steps and was hit behind him. A mountain is also staggering.
When I stopped, I saw a few more fist-sized round pits under my feet.
In the middle of the night, his brows furrowed. Before he could speak, the topless Taoist priest spoke first: "The backlash of the mental techniques mastered by Ye Donor is very serious, so be careful in the future."
It is expected that the other party can see the reaction of his mental method. For example, the mysterious big dream in Liang Zhongting on the watershed can see through the pros and cons in a moment, but this topless Taoist priest can remove the accumulated energy in his body. It really surprised Ye San even more.
Since I was a child, I have naturally understood that every time I use this set of mental techniques, the energy will rush wildly and the inner meridians will be torn apart in a short period of time. I can feel the changes in my body, and the other party's cultivation level has to let me wake up in the middle of the night. Revisit.
Naturally worried about his younger brother, Ye Xiayou frowned and asked anxiously: "Senior, is there any way to solve it?"
The topless Taoist priest laughed loudly, "The female donor's inaction remarks yesterday were so powerful that they struck her ears like thunder. How come she has become so stubborn today?"
He stretched out his finger and tapped Ye San Geng. The topless Taoist priest said with a smile: "Sticking to the original intention is the original intention. Ye Donor has a sword in his heart, which is the first-class domineering. What Laojun said, do nothing and let nature take its course is the original intention. ." After speaking, the topless Taoist priest turned around, held the little Taoist boy on the leopard's shoulders and strode away.
The little Taoist boy turned around three times, naturally curious to see what the four strangers would do next, but he was forcefully dragged away by the topless Taoist priest.
Naturally, he was very puzzled by Master's behavior, and even more puzzled that Master would take action.
The master's sect is passed down from generation to generation, and the emphasis is on not asking about foreign affairs. It is rare for the master to leave Little Lotus Peak and he already has a lot of questions. Now it is even more puzzling. However, compared to what the master is doing now, it is still acceptable. The little Taoist boy can't bear how polite the master was just now.
Turning around a small path, seeing no one around, the topless Taoist priest raised his hands to seal several acupoints on his chest and sat cross-legged. The air around him was like ripples in a lake, rippling around in circles. The sky and the earth that had been filled with gentle breeze quickly disappeared. Calm, silent.
The little Taoist boy didn't know what was going on with his master. He hurriedly got off the leopard and was about to step forward. However, he was pulled aside by this pet who was extremely humane. The oriole, which had always been missing, came uninvited. , hovering above the top of the bare-chested Taoist priest, not to mention chirping, even the fluttering of its wings was so bizarre that it made no sound.
The face of the topless Taoist priest was like the gloomy sky. After a moment, it turned back to its original color. The air flow surged inexplicably and spread out with him as the center.
The leopard took a step forward to block the path boy, and the strong airflow spontaneously deflected into an arc, blowing up the surrounding branches and making fallen leaves flutter.
As the bare-chested Taoist exhaled a breath of turbid air, three qi machines were coiled strangely on the top of his head, and the essence, energy, and spirit returned to their origins and entered Zi Taixu, curling up and lingering.
The oriole became a sperm, and when it opened its mouth, it sucked all the food into its belly, chattering non-stop as if it was a full meal.
Seeing the topless Taoist priest open his eyes, the little Taoist boy looked worried and said, "Master..."
"These two people are really brave enough to risk their lives in a fight. They are really not easy to get along with." The topless Taoist priest stood up with a solemn look on his face.
Seeing that the master's words were full of energy, the little Taoist boy felt relieved, and his heart was relieved. There was more admiration in his eyes, and he said: "Master, you are so powerful, then why don't you teach me?"
"I'll teach you how to use a hammer." With another nonchalant look, the topless Taoist curled his lips and said, "You know how to use a hammer. Let's learn about fortune telling first."
The bare-chested Taoist priest swayed away with his hands behind his back, "We haven't even learned the special skills of our Tiandao sect, and we still worry about what's in the pot. I'm not afraid of killing you, you hammer."
For the first time, he happily accepted the Master's filthy words. The little Taoist boy trotted to catch up with the Master, and he flattered the Master in a rare move, "Those two donors can stir up the energy of heaven and earth. Master will compare them to each other as soon as he takes action." , Master is awesome, awesome.”
The Taoist priests with bare chests ignored him.
The little Taoist boy had a flattering expression on his face, "Master, which level of cultivation do you belong to in our Taoist sect? You are so powerful, do you have to die? Outside the mountain, you must be an immortal on earth, right? Master, you have great kung fu. How tall is it? Compared with Zhang Shangfu?"
Like the oriole with a faint golden light in the mid-air, the little Taoist boy was chirping and chattering.
The bare-chested Taoist priest stopped and looked at the disciple who was already on his chest. He tilted his head and thought for a while, "He is as tall as you."
The little Taoist boy scratched his head, not sure why.
