Chapter 17 Gathering
Long knife frost, ice and fire phoenix!
The sharp weapon should not arouse the interest of the inheritors of the martial arts holy land, even if the sharp weapon is already a pseudo-divine soldier.
There are countless divine soldiers in the world, which is comparable to the few holy places of martial arts.
The inheritor of the Holy Land? Yes, that sloppy teenager is clearly a descendant of a holy place!
How can I see it?
The double practice, the surging ambition, is obvious!
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How strong is it to practice both inside and outside? What does it mean that both become first-class?
It is true that martial arts are divided into internal and external skills and techniques, but this is very different from that of monks.
Monks really have to do double cultivation. Even if they rely on it a little, no matter how traditional the cultivation of real people is, who can't do two surgical skills?
One foundation, one is the law, the inner soul is strong, and the external demon way is indispensable.
However, martial arts, internal and external skills and skills are two parallel routines. Internal and external skills are the foundation, and the skill of attack is the means to defeat demons. The same foundation, internal and external skills, complement each other, and do not necessarily achieve each other.
External work quenching, internal work nourishes qi, at first glance, it seems to practice at the same time, which has many benefits. But a real person in the world, Mr. Feifu's storyteller's mouth is full of adventures of "chivalrous coquettishness", and several dare to act like this!
Poor and rich martial arts, which can't even be used to describe the hardship of martial arts.
Let's not talk about both internal and external practice, even if it is traditional martial arts practice, whether it is good to cultivate the body or nourish the spirit. It is extremely difficult to reach the peak on the way.
No matter the necessary external conditions or your own qualifications, learning martial arts and practicing martial arts is all important and indispensable.
Let's talk about the body first. Don't think that under that kind of high-intensity pressure, eating more meat, fruits and vegetables and wiping the body with some ordinary medicinal wine can make up for the benefits. If you don't bathe every day without a hundred years of strange grass, you won't be enough to get out sooner or later, and your bones will crack and die.
On Qigong again——
Heavenly materials and treasures? Martial arts secrets?
Don't be silly. The key to the so-called nourishing is still the word "raising". There may be an epiphany in the realm of cultivation and ascend to the level step by step. Martial arts breathing, pure water mill kung fu.
Water grinding and water grinding, patience and time are inseparable. Time, energy and a large supply of elixirs are indispensable.
Zhu Guo? Peach? Millennium ginseng? Go to hell! Those things, if they really exist, will be swallowed alive, ten children and nine sudden deaths. If it is used for alchemy - those holy places of martial arts, the Dan pills that are usually used to cultivate core disciples may not be worse than this.
If money can't be a master, mediocrity is mediocrity. If you start from the grass, you lack a solid foundation. No matter how outstanding the talent is, it is just a waste of time.
Many Jianghu wizards are rare and talented, but they do not have the guidance of famous teachers and do not enter the door wall of the big school. In fact, the young man is brilliant for a moment, stops to build the foundation, and finally lives a mediocre.
There are also secular royal children. Even if they refine their bones and elixirs from small medicine, they can only sigh because of their lack of talent.
From this point of view, it is more demanding to practice both internally and externally, regardless of the external conditions required, or innate endowment!
Zuo Qian, the chief disciple of Taiyimen in the past, was a fellow apprentice inside and outside. He first looked at the doorway, which is already the reason for the cultivation of the sect.
Taiyimen can be called a first-class faction in the world. For hundreds of generations, he has only been a double-cultivator.
And he was expelled from the sect. In the past, the dazzling left young man, his internal skills advanced slowly, and his external skills were slightly regressed.
From this, it is difficult to know and practice at the same time.
If he is willing to give up his external work, he does not need to stimulate the body every day and consume a lot of mental strength to maintain bone marrow activity.
With the foundation of its early years, Taiyi Zhengan's unique learning, has accumulated for more than ten years, and may not be a first-class reputation.
But if it's really like this, can he still leave the whole body today? Suddenly said two things.
One gain and one loss is the truth. Martial arts choice, except for those disciples who have outstanding endowments, who dares to explore and move forward!
The internal and external skills are compatible with each other and are integrated.
The industry is good at diligence and play. Once you set foot on the martial arts road, it is like sailing against the water. If you don't advance, you will retreat. The external work forges the fine steel tough body, and it will rust if you don't pay attention to maintenance. How many years can it hold once it is willing to degenerate?
People's energy is limited. If you don't have the best conditions to help, you can also get the talent to go against life.
Whether it's external skills or internal skills, it's difficult to enter and practice, but it can't be worn until the beginning.
People swallow elixir and become first-class in their teens. If you vomit every day, you may not be able to taste the sweetness at the age of 80. People are crazy, and they practice copper and iron bones early. You are gentle and fight Tai Chi every day. Who says that you are old and weak?
In a word, as long as you don't want to take care of both inside and outside, greed is not enough. Generally, as long as it is diligently repaired every day, the cultivation will at least not go backwards.
Double practitioners, such as the four realms of external skills and the three realms of internal power, know that there is a connection and even strange when they hear the name.
The internal function nourishes the qi and warms the meridians, not the muscles and bones.
Generally, the popularity is ordinary and not very vigorous, so it is internal and absorbing, and it is more exciting. In addition to picking heaven and earth, you can make up for your own shortcomings.
If you are a person who is full of qi and blood, such as those with strong external skills, when people in this Taoisture their qi, they will adopt the power of qi and blood without care, and there is a lack of supply to the qi sea, so that the internal power soar and the external power regresses.
The reason why there is more than enough to make up for the deficiency is that it is so simple, and it makes people helpless.
There are many things in heaven and earth, how can your body be broken? It is impossible to bypass its own full link and adopt the spirit of heaven and earth. It is really difficult to seize the creation of heaven and earth.
Stealing the sky, the difference of one word, the difference between heaven and the world.
It can be seen that the first-class master in his teens is by no means accidental. And what does the double first-class martial arts strongman represent?
That's arrogant capital, a heart-taking confidence!
The black-faced teenager's eyes were bright, staring at the two sharp knives inserted diagonally on the ground.
A sharp weapon, of course, is a sharp weapon. In addition to fine iron and steel, it is a sharp weapon. The simplest way to distinguish between sharp weapons and magic soldiers is whether they have spiritual knowledge or not.
There is no doubt that those two long knives are spiritual and ignorant, and they are sharp weapons!
Of course, both internal and external cultivation, such an age and such achievements have well demonstrated the identity and status of a black-faced teenager.
Not to say that he carried a magic soldier on his back and swaggered through the market. There are not many fools in the world.
How can you care so much about such a unique weapon?
The reason is inexplicable, and the phenomenon is obvious. But just as he bent down and reached out and tried to pick up the two long knives--
"de,de,de~"
Clear horseshoe comes to mind. The black-faced teenager's face flashed red, and his tight lips burst out with a trace of blood. His body shook and stiffened!
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The starry sky is like washing ink.
The cool night breeze is like dew, like a trickle.
When did this night kick off?
For a whole afternoon, Liu Yi stepped into the college and never left the back house.
At this time, with the sound of pushing the door, the young man stepped out of the tile house and stood in the courtyard.
He raised his head with confusion and disappointment on his face.
"Yier, your surname is Liu, not Liu, your own father is now sitting high in the Jinluan Hall!"
"Yier, I specially checked it in my early years. Your identity seems to be a little special, and your mother, back then..."
"Yi'er, do you know who is the most hated in your life?"
"Yi'er, remember that if you are not sure, don't step into Beijing!"
"Yier..."
"Yier..."
"I know that you definitely want to find out your background, and the fog will eventually open up one day. Before that, you should only hope to be a teacher and don't lose your mind. Today, I have told you a lot about this, but I suspect that your identity has been exposed and your enemies will come to you in the future. You must be prepared. The day after tomorrow, you and I will leave the Bweek Mountains. However, there is no need to worry too much. Everything has me.
Liu Yi was at a loss and looked up at the moon wheel. When he sighed, his thin clothes did not bring any warmth.
He walked to the square well and sat down along the well.
whispered to himself, as if he didn't feel the worried eyes staring at him.
And mixed in the night, many semi-meaningless murmurs were also buried by the night.
squeak~
The Master closed the window, and the shadow reflected by the candlelight seemed to be sighing.
Liu Yi lowered his head and stared at his toes, and his white boots were dyed gray and black.
He said to himself and lost his heart, but after all, he didn't listen to anyone.
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"Is that the reason?"
"It's not, why, you always don't want to tell me."
"Ten years, after all, you don't understand what I care about."
"The story may not have developed like this."
"But shouldn't the story always develop like this?"
"Why, you want to tell me this now."
"It's you, you've noticed it."
"But why, you have to hide it from me, you don't understand, I understand."
"You really don't know what I don't know, or you don't care about me. You said the reason, didn't lie, but left and left..."
"Too many blanks--"
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When does the starlight gather in the courtyard, like rain and dew, like the night wind?
This long night, how many people are sleepless.
The seven stars in the northern sky have never been particularly brilliant.
Where did the starlight he put on in an instant come from?
From inside and outside the college path, in a repairable dilapidated courtyard, Chang Pan took off his boots, sat cross-legged, stared at his feet and giggled.
I saw the bottom of the white foot, winding towards the sky, and the seven moles like spoons, confronting the sky.
Tonight, it's very dark.
The sparse stars have no vision.
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Eight thousand miles away from the mountain, Jiuli County, Bahuang County, Baji City Government Office.
The watchmen and militiamen patrolling on the street are all armored and sharp.
A white eagle, roaring from the depths of the eternal twilight, just swooped into the house!
The patrol soldiers ignored the fierce beast with a wingspan of ten meters.
After half a sound, the white eagle rose to the sky, and the backyard of the government office sounded with gold.
Bing, bing, bing!
The neat pace, accompanied by the dull sound of the ironclad collision, suddenly came from the four battalions of the southeast and northwest inner city, like a mountain torrent and thunder!
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Bzhou zhen, county government, lobby.
The brightly lit county government is the only one that lacks the songs and dances of the past.
The inner hall is naturally not used to interrogate prisoners. It was originally the county magistrate's own residence.
Of course, at this moment, there is only a lonely head left, hanging outside the main door, facing the street, and it is difficult to close his eyes.
The ferocious affairs on his face need to be described. Within 300 meters of the county government, the messy corpses were naturally restrained, and many servants and miscellaneous servants in the county government office piled up in the backyard.
The hall with brilliant lighting is not as warm as it used to be.
I don't know if there is a hallucination. There is always a faint black atmosphere around the county government office, maybe hatred, maybe resentment.
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In the hall, there are more than a dozen people in the world sitting in turn, with monks and customs, and different costumes.
Of course, it doesn't mean that only a dozen people who came to this meeting only looked at the eaves, beams, corners, and even the night outside the hall.
The inconspicuous gray shadows are like wandering souls, erratic.
Sitting in the main hall, the man was tight and short, his muscles were solid, and he had an angry and majestic style.
I saw him smiling all over, which made people feel like a spring breeze, but he was frightening by the momentum of his dragon and tigers.
The man held his fist, looked around, and bowed to the people. He was not proud.
"All of you, the hero Junyan, are courteous. Today, I rely on your colleagues to arrest the imperial court. After the matter is completed, the court will be rewarded."
Xu, the man, also knew that his ability was limited and could not suppress the famous masters in the martial arts, so he didn't talk much and directly moved out of the court.
It's a pity that his style has given everyone face. In the past, there have been few respondents this time.
Hidden in the night, let's not mention those in the dark of the house.
There were more than a dozen people sitting here, except for two or three people who were sitting at the last seat, with a smile on their faces, bowing their hands to him from afar and bowing their heads and bowing their heads.
Others, just turn a blind eye.
Especially excessive, the man occupying the second front row of his left hand looks sick, leaning lazily against the back of the chair, coughing from time to time, and staring at him from time to time, full of disdain.
It was even more annoying. Even the man stood behind his back and his whole body was hidden under the cloak. At first glance, he immediately sneered at the servant's goods.
This doesn't count. Next to the sick man, he is a beggar pretending to be a sloppy teenager, looking loyal and honest. At this time, he lowered his head and couldn't help muttering--
Which one was present is not a master? The teenager spit out words such as "dog legs, eagles, minions, no eggs" in his mouth, which was extremely mean.
"Cough!"
The man looked very embarrassed, smiled and shook his head generously.
Only a trace of tyranny flashed in his eyes.
The man arched his hand and then said:
"All of you have become famous chivalrous men in the world. Of course, you will not be greedy for the rewards of the imperial court. This trip is completely for heaven. We wait..."
The first man is still talking about it for a long time. He seems to want to save some face, but unfortunately, except for a few people, he is the name of the captain of the fish and dragon division, which is really not very useful today.
The candle swayed, and the bright lobby was coated with some defiing flame shadows.
"Okay! Lord Cang, I will know what you mean.
Obviously, the high-sounding words annoyed some people.
"Don't worry, what we want is just a secret from that person. It doesn't matter if you walk for heaven and shout in front of you, everyone understands how to talk so much nonsense.
The left hand is the first, and it seems that the generation is still above the sick prince. The middle-aged Taoist robe waved his hand impatiently.
He wears a golden silk sun-patterned robe and wears a purple golden crown. If his face is not gloomy, he can also be called Taoist bone fairy style.
However, those words are not like what the Taoist family said.
"Middle! What nonsense morality? When I wait to go up the mountain and destroy the bird, not only the three treasures of heaven and demons are at hand, but even the heavenly Atlas may not be unable to see it. At that time, you and I will have the opportunity to become immortals and ancestors.
As soon as the Taoist voice fell, someone jumped out to respond.
Especially the fourth one in the left hand, next to the begging teenager, a thin and tall head, is even faster.
Cang Ming was interrupted, and naturally he was unhappy.
But at this time, he had to smile on his face, look at the crowd, and nodded repeatedly for kindness.
In that way, it seems that those guys who scold him bullshit are all their ancestors.
Only the right hand is the first, the only oldest monk present, white-browed old monk. Hearing the words, he was stunned and whispered the Buddha's name.
The moonlight is like a curtain, and the shadows of the trees are shining.
The brightly lit mansion courtyard, full of heroes and demons dancing wildly!