Chapter 145 The guillopped wind

Let's talk about it here first!! The provincial should issue an announcement in the book review area, please!!! Lao Lu said a few days ago that he was going on a business trip for a period of time this month, so he was busy saving a few chapters of manuscripts. There were not many, but he could finally make a fortune for two days and one chapter. He deceived himself!! Ha ha, I'm about to go out to the station. Before leaving, I arrange and upload all the chapters, and use the starting point update system instead of manual updates!! Bosses, please forgive me, and don't scold too harshly, otherwise the curse will be on you. If something happens to Lao Lu, what can you do!! Ha ha, just kidding, good luck!!!!

"The way of inner view, calm down, I can't remember it, the appearance is empty and silent, the divine way is slightly deep, the appearance is all realms, and the inner inspection is one mind..."

This is boxing martial arts. After practicing the internal organs and reaching the whole body, it can produce a phenomenon that transcends the human senses, the inner view. It is not just the same as the so-called "internal vision" in the practice of qigong.

Internal vision is just an image that naturally sprouts after a person is extremely familiar with something. It's like a blind man touching the elephant. Although he can't see the whole, when his hands touch the place, he can still reflect a form in his heart. The "inner view" is very different. It is based on the fact that after a person practices boxing martial arts to a very high level, communicates inside and outside the body, and the energy flows to the end. Over time, there is no place in the whole body. After no omission, it is an image that is really reflected in the mind. It is absolutely in line with the real existence.

It's like a bat. It can't see things, but it can rely on the ultrasonic positioning from the mouth to project the images of the surrounding environment in the heart, so that no matter how fast you fly, you won't hit anything under normal circumstances.

And being able to "return to the body and keep an inner view" also fully shows that Wang Chan's boxing martial arts have finally been practiced into the depths of the bone marrow at this time, and has really made gratifying progress.

Since ancient times, medicine has not been divided into families. Legend has it that Taoists practice qi. After the change of the god, they can survey themselves through the true qi, from the inside to the outside, meridians and organs, skin, muscles and bones, blood vessels and blood, but after investigation, all of them are revealed in front of the eyes, huge and small. In their eyes, their bodies are like crystals, pure and flawless, transparent inside and outside, without any impurities. The higher the cultivation, the purer it will be.

If it hadn't been so, no saying of traditional Chinese medicine could have been passed down thousands of years ago. That is to say, how could later generations know so clearly about the illusory twelve serious sutras in the body, the eight strange meridians, and the acupuncture points around the body.

Of course, it is impossible for people's eyes to see through like X-rays, but the real martial arts master, the inner family is full of strength and flows endlessly. All the changes in the body are under their own control, and then they are wise in Dingzhong, and one hundred and ten times are projected between thoughts. This is more brilliant than the current medicine. The instruments and reactions should be true and credible.

So Taoism has heavenly eyes, and Buddhism has wise eyes. To put it clearly, it is actually "seeing is like seeing".

Although I can't see it, I have seen it in the depths of my heart. The Buddhist scriptures say that "the five colors are fascinating". The naked eye is actually the most unreliable thing in the world. What he reflects is only the surface of things. Only the eyes of the heart can see through all falsehood and see the essence through the phenomenon.

This is what the people call "the eye of heaven".

People who practice martial arts, practice muscles and bones outside, and breathe inside. The inner family really rolls in the meridians, radiating all over the body, breathing and breathing, the heart condenses, pure boxing, except martial arts, there is nothing else in the heart. Over time, the level of understanding of yourself will reach an incredible level.

Since then, any changes in the body, injuries and pains will be found in the first place, properly dealt with and prevented before they occur. After boxing martial arts has reached this level, it has already exceeded the limit of Mozhong and can sprout magical power.

This is the best kung fu in martial arts.

To this extent, it's already a small matter to practice boxing. Because he has completely entered the realm of health and practice qi and prolong life. If you don't die miserably, you will live hundreds of five hundred and five lives at your fingertips.

The white light in front of him kept pulling out a trace of the sword and was swallowed into the lungs.

Wang Chan closed his eyes and seemed to be outside the divine wandering object, allowing the Taibai essence and the silk sword light in his body to chase back and forth. It was strong or weak, drifting away with the wind. The whole person only carried his skills in accordance with the law, constantly sucking the hardware essence in the sword light.

For more than a month in a row, there have been several heavy snows in the mountain forest. The snow at the wind outlet has already completely buried the six-wheeled off-road vehicle outside. Fortunately, the wind and snow are sheltered from the snow in the concave, and the snow has not been buried in the wooden house. Up to now, Wang Chan has been familiar with the sacrifice and digested half of Ye Tianshi's flying dragon sword. Every day, he can also absorb more than a dozen sword lights. Two too white essences dormant in the lungs, and also become white light, thick and abnormal, faintly appear the true color of some metal entities.

Every time he runs the method of swallowing gold, he has to involve his lungs and leave some injuries. However, then Wang Chan's luck, his qi and blood trembled all over his body. On the same day, he can also recover as before, leaving no troubles. Over time now, there are more and more refined swords, and the lung power in his two lungs is also getting stronger and stronger, driving heart fire. Burning vigorously.

Looking at Wang Chan's body, he can see that his internal organs have turned into five colors. His lungs are like sterling silver, snow-white and thorough, his heart is like a lotus bud, and his fire is as red as carbon, like a ruby. However, the liver, kidney and spleen below only glow a little spiritual brilliance, which is not obvious. Obviously, he still hasn't practiced at home.

His yin and yang boxing rack, specializing in the five internal organs and five elements, has not been perfect so far!!!

For more than a month, Wu Zhong also said that he honed his martial arts skills in the wind and snow outside the house with Wang Chan, but he became a monk halfway through boxing martial arts, and he was still far away. He only practiced a posture, and his kung fu was just a body, not to mention practicing both inside and outside, opening up the meridians.

However, since he saw the desperate fighting of Wang Chan and Xu Changchun at Sun Changgeng's dinner before entering the mountain, Wu Zhong also began to abandon the almost fixed fighting skills on his body and practice traditional boxing. With one mind, he made rapid progress for more than 30 days.

His boxing is mainly learned from the horse. He majored in black tiger boxing and teaching bullet legs. He also practiced the popular one-strike must-kill fighting in the army. According to his own actual situation, he is eclectic. He is originally very fierce and has a certain fire, but he has not practiced since childhood. He has abandoned the best foundation. Time, so it has always been difficult to make much progress.

But these days, Wang Chan has begun to guide him to practice in his spare time, giving him the essence of Shaolin boxing step by step. With such a martial arts master to guide from the side, the speed of Wu Zhong's progress can be seen every day.

By now, Wu Zhong has also begun to understand the kung fu of superior martial arts. Between his fists and feet, the sound is like a whip, which can make a straight bone sound in the wind and snow.

"Over the years, I have practiced boxing and martial arts, and I have worked harder than anyone else, but I have always been unable to practice the right amount of fire because I became a monk halfway. Later, I fought with people. I was all at the same time with knives and guns. How can I kill people, I can do it. Invisibly, it makes me distracted and lose my will. Although guns and weapons are powerful, everyone can use them. The body is their own. I can practice boxing martial arts, and I can still be ten times more powerful.

Wu Zhong is also a cruel person. He is not only cruel to others, but also cruel to himself. After practicing boxing with Wang Chan for a month, he gradually became clear about the subtle mysteries between boxing and knew that what he had thought before was wrong. Firearm killing is the simplest. With two fingers, most of the martial artists will practice for a lifetime, but if you are always addicted to it and superstitious about the power of firearms, if you really want to meet a master, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to shoot.

In modern society, although the decline of martial arts is not accidental, there are many reasons in it, but there are always people who have practiced such skills in obscurity to an amazing level, just like Wang Chan and Xu Changchun, who were the best masters like immortals in the past. It's useless for them to use any firearms.

Wu Zhong raised his leg, and then his calf bounced up. With a swooning sound, he broke the air. He pointed forward with his toes, and kicked the fallen leaves in front of him into pieces. From the bottom to the top, it was like a sharp blade, pulling out a gap an inch and half a foot long.

Then, he jumped high and rushed forward, with both hands and feet, around the huge pine tree, and turned back and forth, just pouring his fists and feet on the trunk of the tree like raindrops. His sleeves were windy, one punching, one punching, one foot and one foot, all suddenly exploded, crisp, and the banging sound of hitting the trunk, intertwined, as if It's a lumberjack who cuts down trees with an axe, tirelessly.

The black tiger's fists are strong from the waist, running through the legs and arms, and under the hands and feet. What it pays attention to is to rise like a pigeon, fall like a cat, smash the fist like a firecracker, and strike like thunder. Each move is integrated into the actual combat. The black tiger's boxing and ten-way bullet legs echoed each other and moved in succession. The more Wu Zhong practiced, the more he felt that his heart was full of joy. That was the sincere joy after his martial arts boxing method broke through the bottleneck of the shackles.

At the beginning, when the eight of them besieged Wang Chan, Wu Zhong's kung fu had already looked at his body, and he could also be regarded as a good player in China. When the idle boxer, even if the boxing was above him, if he had not killed anyone and seen blood and fought with him, he would have to end up with hatred and lose. Up to now, Wang Chan has not hesitated to point out the mystery of his superior boxing, so that he can finally get what he wants and embark on the road of real martial arts. How can he not be grateful and happy in his heart?

"Huh? Why is the snow getting bigger and bigger? And this wind, why does it hurt so much on the face? Oh, no, this is a guillode. The blizzard is coming!"

Wu Zhong was beating. Suddenly, he felt heavy snow flying outside him, getting bigger and bigger. Suddenly, a gallop of wind passed through the forest, rolled up the snow and hit his face. Unexpectedly, he was as painful as being pricked by a needle. The wind and snow covered his eyes. He blew over his head-on, almost made people close his breath on the spot. I can't breathe.

It seems that people are going to be swept by the strong wind.

He is now making rapid progress in boxing. He has to stand for three hours after practicing boxing every day. The work is steady. Ordinary people can't push him to move with all their strength. Now it was blown by the strong wind, and there was a feeling of floating under my feet. I was immediately alert in my heart and looked up.

(to be continued)