The invisible sword energy that breaks the body is indeed the original creation of Zhouyi.
After practicing the Epiphyllum Collection for a long time, the true energy is boundless and majestic, and I have understood many mysterious uses.
Most of them were inspired by the martial arts of the predecessors, such as the Dragon Capturing Hand, the Body Protecting True Gang, etc. Only the true energy that surged from the shoulder blades and ribs to form arms was unprecedented.
The Book of Changes simplified this method and compiled it into the invisible sword energy that breaks the body.
After the cultivation is completed, any major acupoint in the body can emit sword energy, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
The Immortal Golden Body is based on the Indestructible Vajra Kung Fu, which is integrated into external training methods such as Golden Bell Cover, Iron Clothes Shirt, and Iron Head Kung Fu, becoming a horizontal training method that integrates internal and external practices.
The technique improves the shortcoming of the Vajra Indestructible Magic that consumes too much energy, but it also requires extra energy to do external exercises.
After the completion, the true energy and body refining explode at the same time, complementing each other, and the power is even stronger than the original version.
"You two must take care of each other when traveling in the world, and don't cause trouble or commit murder."
Zhou Yi warned: "If there is a crime, don't blame me for not remembering the old relationship and cleaning up the family with your own hands!"
The two of them kowtowed together: "I sincerely follow Master's teachings."
Zhou Yi waved his hand and said, "Just go down the mountain."
Gu Xiao said with concern: "When will Master come out of seclusion, disciples can be prepared."
Zhou Yi's eyes flickered, as if he had seen through Gu Xiao's thoughts. He changed his mind and found a reason to say.
"My master, this retreat is to break through the innate. It is very dangerous. If there is no news in three to five years, there is no need to wait any longer."
Gu Xiao said respectfully: "This disciple burns incense and chants sutras in the morning and evening to pray for the master."
"Fate is determined by people, why do we need to pray for gifts from gods and gods?"
Zhou Yi jumped up, stepped on the water and flew more than ten feet, stood in the middle of Tianchi and slowly sank to the bottom of the water.
The innate yin and cold air in the water is more intense, and the refining speed is much faster than the outside world. Use the fetal breath method to breathe. When you are thirsty, you can directly go to the river, and when you are hungry, there are fish and shrimp at the bottom of the lake.
This is true seclusion and ascetic cultivation, unaware of the rotation of day and night, and the changes of the years.
Since then.
Yanbo Diaosou never appeared again and was gradually forgotten by the world.
…
The thirteenth year of Taichang.
The Empress Dowager died, and Emperor Taichang took charge.
The following year.
Marshal Xie was ordered to lead troops to patrol the north, and fought with the Zhenbei Army. They won successive battles and advanced thousands of miles.
…
Early October.
The cold wind in northern Xinjiang is biting, thousands of miles of ice cover, and thousands of miles of snow drifting.
Snow Wolf Valley.
It stretches for more than a hundred miles, with cliffs hundreds of feet of ice on both sides.
During the season when there are usually few people around, the valley is very lively, with crowds of people, neighing chariots and horses, and hundreds of thousands of troops marching slowly for dozens of miles.
at the same time.
On the top of the cliffs on both sides, thousands of soldiers appeared, all wearing snow-white cotton clothes.
There were two middle-aged men clustered among them. The leader was frail and somewhat pale. He tightened his white bear skin cloak tightly when the wind blew.
The man next to him was wearing single clothes, facing the biting cold wind, without any feeling of shrinking.
"Your Majesty, the imperial army has entered the camp. There is no need to personally supervise the battle. Just go back to the camp and wait for the victory. Don't hurt your body or bones."
"Thank you, Brother Feng, for your concern."
The frail middle-aged man was Zhang Liang, the eldest son of the Zhenbei Prince and the real commander of the Zhenbei Army. He worriedly said: "Today's battle is related to the safety of Northern Xinjiang. It's hard to feel at ease without seeing it with your own eyes."
Feng Ze nodded slightly, full of admiration for Zhang Liang.
When he and his father defected to Northern Xinjiang, they were rejected by many generals of the Zhenbei Army. It was the crown prince Zhang Liang who dealt with them that allowed them and his son to gain a firm foothold.
Later, Zhang Liang advocated the development and training of the firearms army in secret and without publicity.
"There must be a battle between the Zhenbei Army and the imperial court!"
Zhang Liang suggested that the king of Zhenbei should show weakness and give in at every turn, so that the court could relax its vigilance and gain more time to train the new army.
At the beginning of the battle, the Zhenbei Army only sent out a very small number of firearms troops. Most of them still used cold weapons. They retreated as soon as they came into contact with the imperial army, pretending to be defeated and carrying out the arrogant strategy.
Wait for the right time and place to annihilate the main force of the imperial court in one fell swoop.
Feng Ze wondered: "How can the prince conclude that Marshal Xie will take the risk and advance into Snow Wolf Valley?"
The terrain of Snow Wolf Valley is dangerous and not suitable for marching. However, the other end leads directly to Zhenbei City, which is thousands of miles shorter than the ground attack, and it can attack unexpectedly.
"Only 70% sure."
Zhang Liang said: "Thirty percent comes from Marshal Xie. I have repeatedly thought about this person's experience. At first, he was just a low-ranking martial artist, living on the empty pay of the government soldiers."
"It just so happened that Governor Zhou's horse went to the rivers and lakes. Xie relied on the ancestral method of training and forming troops and made many achievements. However, a closer inspection will reveal that he defeated only mountain bandits and water bandits."
"The subsequent destruction of the Southern Barbarians also relied on new artillery. Otherwise, how could we have failed to achieve anything in the past few years?"
"Afterwards, supporting Emperor Taichang and ranking him as the marshal of the world's soldiers and horses is a matter of following the dragon, and it is not a military achievement."
Zhang Liang paused and continued: "So I speculate that Marshal Xie is only suitable to be a general. He is probably smart enough to stand in line, but he is far from being a handsome man!"
"That makes sense."
Feng Ze did not like Marshal Xie very much. His father was responsible for the true destruction of the country. Now that Daqing can control the northwest territory, it is still the legacy of the Western King of Taiping.
"What's the other 40% certainty?"
Zhang Liang replied: "Thirty percent is a secret report from the capital. Emperor Taichang ordered his inner servant to oversee the army, and secretly ordered Marshal Xie to capture Zhenbei City years ago to celebrate the New Year!"
"Isn't this nonsense..."
Feng Ze couldn't help but shake his head. No wonder the imperial army had already begun to set up camp in early September. They would wait until the snow melts in spring next year before continuing to advance.
This is a proven strategy that must win. Don't use surprise troops, don't be greedy for great achievements, and use the imperial court's great momentum to sweep the Zhenbei Army.
“The remaining 10% will be left to God’s decision!”
When Zhang Liang spoke, he looked at the hundreds of thousands of troops at the bottom of the valley, with unbearable flashes in his eyes. Regardless of his position, he was a living person, a husband and a father, the backbone of the family.
"It's almost time, let's raise the smoke!"
After a while.
Lines of wolf smoke rose into the sky, like pillars of heaven erected on the cliff,
When the imperial army at the bottom of the valley saw the smoke, chaos immediately broke out. After all, they were elite soldiers from hundreds of battles. They quickly calmed down under the comfort of the commander and tried to speed up their march out of the Wild Wolf Valley.
But it was too late. A large number of explosives were buried every ten miles in the valley, which ignited immediately after the smoke rose.
There was a continuous rumble, and the vibrations triggered an avalanche.
Countless soldiers were buried alive in the snow, and those who survived were subjected to large-scale shelling.
The artillery forged by the Zhenbei Army was far inferior to the imperial army in terms of range and power. However, from a high position, they exploded turtles in the jar and easily destroyed the enemy.
The bombardment lasted for most of the day, and after it ended, everything in Snow Wolf Valley was completely silent.
"Cough cough cough..."
Zhang Liang coughed violently and ordered: "Collect the court supplies and go south to send troops to the three prefectures in Northern Xinjiang!"
Feng Ze said in surprise: "You still want to fight?"
"do not fight."
Zhang Liang said: "The Zhenbei Army is no match for the imperial court. It cannot compete with its firearms and logistics. It is enough to be able to get to the negotiating table and get compensation!"
In the Battle of Snow Wolf Valley, the Zhenbei Army consumed more than half of its artillery shells and could no longer sustain a large-scale battle.
The military attack on the three northern Xinjiang prefectures was to keep the imperial court in the dark and gain more benefits at the negotiation table.
Feng Ze reminded: "The imperial court will not give up. When it regroups, it will definitely patrol the north. It must get enough benefits to prepare for war."
"It's nothing more than land and reparations."
Zhang Liang said: "There are large areas of plains and mountains in the east of Northern Xinjiang, which are rich in products. Due to the severe cold climate, the population is only a few hundred thousand. The imperial court has never cared about it. After taking it, there will be no shortage of resources."
Feng Ze sighed: "After such a great victory, we can only negotiate for peace. When will we be able to march to the capital?"
Zhang Liang pondered for a long time and said slowly.
"Wait until Tang Xiang is gone!"
…
The thirteenth year of Taichang.
winter.
The main force of the Zhenbei Army set up an ambush in the Tianlang Valley. The Prince of Zhenbei came to supervise the battle in person. The formation killed 150,000 imperial troops and won a complete victory.
Marshal Xie died for his country, Zhenbei Army intended to go south, and the court was shaken.
Emperor Taichang sent an envoy to sue for peace, recognized King Zhenbei's rights in northern Xinjiang, withdrew all court officials, ceded the northeastern region of Daqing, and compensated 15 million taels of silver.
…
Tianchi.
Heavy snow closed the mountains and the lakes were frozen with several feet of ice.
suddenly.
There was an undercurrent surging under the water, the ice surface crackled, a crack extended in all directions, and there was a loud roar and splashes of water several feet high.
Zhou Yi stood in the sky, his clothes and sleeves flying, as if he were a fairy.
"I don't know how old I am now. Let's go down the mountain and ask!"
While muttering to himself, the void moved sideways and flew hundreds of feet away. The sword-shaped ice crystal under his feet couldn't help but be stimulated by the true energy, and shattered into powder. Only then did Zhou Yi slowly fall to the ground.
"Looking for a magical sword weapon, and using it with the Heavenly Sword Technique, I might be able to fly with the sword like in the legend."
Even if the sword god Wuming used the Heavenly Sword Technique, he could only fly more than a hundred feet before losing his true energy. However, Zhou Yi's true energy was so majestic that he could fly thousands of feet without stopping.
In the eyes of ordinary people, it is no different from flying with a sword.
Tianchi waterside.
The thatched cottage where I once lived temporarily has collapsed, and most of it is buried in the snow. There is a lump of earth on the edge, and a bluestone monument is erected.
It reads: Master Yanbo Diaosou’s tomb, disciple Gu Xiao stands here.
It is signed on the ninth day of September in the eighth year of Taichang.
"Jiejiejie..."
Zhou Yi laughed a few times, just finding it interesting.
"Our family is actually dead, but there is only Xiao'er on the monument. Why can't I see Yun'er's name?"
(End of chapter)
