Zhutian Avenue

Qingzhou.

Qingzhou City, where the sun is shining, is still lively.

The people on the moat came and went, and the city gate garrison boredly looked at the passing pedestrians, and their daily work made them dull and numb.

"Brother, look."

Suddenly, a soldier leaned on his companion's shoulder and motioned him to look up.

"what?"

The middle-aged soldier known as the third brother was snoring with his head down, Wen Yan wiped the water on the corner of his mouth and looked up.

I saw an old monk with a thin figure on the road between people.

He wanted to scold his companion for making a fuss, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

In addition to the crimson magpie obliquely worn by the old monk, the dried flesh exudes a bronze brilliance. This dress is not like the dress of the Dafeng monk, but the dress of the monks in the Golden Wolf Country Runner Temple.

"The old monk is barefoot ..."

The soldier said with a side ear:

"Looking at him in the dust, I don't know how far he has gone, but he is still barefoot and must be martial arts ..."

"The monk of the Golden Wolf Country is still martial arts."

The middle-aged soldier frowned, and wanted to stop him for questioning.

But, before he spoke, the dry old monk suddenly looked up among the crowd.

Humming ~

The two of them only felt a flower in front of their eyes, and a lingering spirit in their place.

When I waited until I came back, I had forgotten everything before, and the boring ones were still boring, and those who looked down and dozed off still dozed off.

As if nothing had happened.

"Qingzhou, city ..."

There was a gleam of light in the old eyes of the old monk.

On the bustling and noisy street, the old monk walked step by step. Soon, he came to a street.

的 The floor of this street is smoother and smoother than that of other streets, and there are no traces of years of wind and rain.

"The stubborn breath is cut off here ..."

The old monk folded his hands and whispered:

"Namo Amitabha......"

Humming ~

As he recited the Buddha's name, the long street seemed to fall into absolute stillness.

Stuck in the light of his eyes, everything disappeared, and only the air flow moved around.

"No trace left ..."

A touch of movement emerged from the old monk's thin face:

"Good means, good means ..."

"Okay! Alright! Evil dogs prey, evil dogs prey!"

"Bite hard, bit hard! Bit this bad dog, bit this bad dog!"

"Haha!"

The shouts of children in the distance attracted the old monk's attention.

His eyes moved slightly, already appearing at the end of the street more than thirty feet away, on the edge of an alley.

The dog barked fiercely in the lane.

A group of half-large children surrounded the alley with wooden sticks and stones, and shouted to urge the two dogs inside to bite.

Accurately speaking, it is a vicious wild dog, and the other is a limb lying on the limbs, describing the movement as a dog, and being a dirty man who cannot see his original appearance.

At this time, one person and one dog were dripping blood for a bite.

"this is......"

The old monk stared at the light.

There was a stream of light in Xuan's deepened eyes, but it was a ferris wheel that was cast, and he wanted to look deep into the man's heart.

"Wangwangwang ~"

"what!!"

A scream came suddenly in the fierce bite.

The children were shocked, and saw the 'dog man' fell to the ground with blood dripping on it. After a few twitches, they were almost motionless.

The old monk pinched the beads on his wrist, his face sinking:

"Good means."

Uh .........

After the end of the war, An Qisheng stayed at the Chivalry Gate temporarily.

除 In addition to falling asleep in my daily life, I was instructing my disciples. It seemed that the wanted order was not in my heart.

Before the war, he searched for the spiritual imprints of nearly 2,000 martial arts masters of various factions. In this leisure, naturally he had to dream and feel one by one.

The study of martial arts is often not essential when looking at the low, but it is often understood differently under the high-rise building.

There are thousands of people and thousands of faces, and the same martial arts will have different effects for different people. Anyone who is successful in martial arts has its own uniqueness.

Luan Qisheng was a man and naturally understood this truth.

But the essence of martial arts in the life of two thousand people is not enough, even at this time, he can't finish it in a short time.

I mean, to anyone, he looks like a normal Taoist priest.

起 Get up in the early morning every day, and slowly play a set of seemingly unremarkable boxing techniques. Before the morning meal, cook the medicine, ointment, and elixir. In the morning, instruct the disciples to practice martial arts.

Meditate and dream in the evening.

Disciples with a chivalrous gate carefully observed him for half a month out of curiosity, and finally found in horror that his daily meditation must be the moment when the sun goes down, and every day when he wakes up, it must be the night when the night is about to retreat.

一套 The set of punches always starts when the sun will rise and ends when the sun completely rises.

There is no deviation at all, and everyone is stunned regularly.

In fact, when Wu Gong reached his realm at this time, all actions were martial arts, walking and sitting were all kung fu, seemingly leisurely, but it was ten times stronger than ordinary people working hard day and night.

差距 The gap between each other's efficiency is like one primitive age that is still digging logs for fire, and the other has been the industrial revolution. The efficiency gap is more than a hundred times.

He was only six steps away from the Qiyang Dacheng, but he was not in a hurry. Instead, he calmed down to figure out many levels and realized the fundamental difference between the martial arts of the two worlds.

As I went deeper into the dream, my understanding became more and more thorough.

He gradually realized a lot.

On the mysterious star, the inner boxing has developed to the peak, polishing the body, understanding the difference between light and dark, until it is subtle, holding the Dan to sit and cross, walking by the body, and transporting internal forces in the Jiufu Realm to generate the qi and condensate Qi pulse. More are confined to one spirit.

What's more, the two coincidentally come into contact with the word "God".

When Xuan Xing sees the gods and martial arts, he knows the gods and understands them. He avoids evil and avoids evil, and he avoids danger. The autumn wind does not move the cicada, but the veins of Jiufu Realm are more amazing.

God ’s veins are formed. It is hoped that Qi Qi glimpses the military momentum, deduces the national movement, comprehends the movement of the heavens and the earth, has the Ferris Wheel to outline the spiritual world, distort people's memory, tampers with human souls, and even more powerful soldiers gasify. Ten miles away, I thought about it, and burned the sea ...

Jing,

Hold your breath

God!

With a big swipe, An Qi was born on a white paper and wrote three large characters.

Without any effort, the paper was backed with ink, leaving texture on the stone table in the courtyard.

落叶 The breeze blew the leaves, but the paper seemed to be heavy and motionless.

"Two martial arts, thousands of boxing skills, all kinds of martial arts, but only three words of Jingqishen ..."

Luan Qisheng raised his pen and stood, his eyes grew deeper.

Either in the past life or Xuan Xing, the interpretation of the three words of Jing Qi Shen abounds, that is, in the long floating world, there are not a few books on this.

Xian Xianxian's exploration of the way forward never stopped.

The simple three words behind it are countless people's pursuits, explorations, and analysis.

But for An Qisheng, what he understands is different from that of the two circles.

In An Qisheng's view at this time, the refined, the tangible, the energetic, the invisible, the god, the original self-light of man.

One of the three can be repaired separately, or the bypass can be touched.

On the top of Xuan Xuan, there is no aura, and the peak of the essence is reached. In the long-awaited world, the energy is more active, and the physique is inevitably neglected.

However, no matter if it is refined or energetic, when you practise to the depths, you will eventually see your own original wisdom.

"Brother is there?"

In the voice of Wu Hongzhong, Yun Haitian stepped into the courtyard and saw the paper on the stone table, couldn't help but admire:

"Good word!"

Zuanguan looks at the shape, looks at the bone, and looks at God.

他 In his opinion, although the word of An Qisheng is different, it may be some kind of lost text, but its divine meaning is extraordinary.

"Brother Yun laughed."

Wu Anqisheng put down his writing brush and looked at Yun Haitian.

For more than a month, Yun Haitian sent the monks from Huangjue Temple back and returned, which is extremely fast.

"On the way back, I saw my brother's improved waterwheel. Things really worked."

Jin Yunhaitian took his eyes back and laughed:

"But it's too easy to use, these activities are also the daily activities of these little cubs."

"It works."

Luan Qisheng also smiled.

The Jiu Jiu floating world has developed for tens of thousands of years, and there should be as many things as water mills, water mills, pestle mortars, hoees, plows, and so on.

He just improved a little or two.

"I found a lot of people peeping around, I wanted to come for my brother."

I said a few words at will, Yun Haitian's face was not very good.

For more than a month, although he has been busy carrying the bones of the great monks, he has not forgotten the business.

He not only released the guilt of many people who died in front of the Chivalry Gate in his own name, but also tried to dispel the stigma of An Qisheng, and urged everyone not to listen to the court and not to make a warrant.

He also said that he moved the Huangjue Temple to let many martial arts people not to be restless ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Unfortunately, the effect was very poor. He had his disciples reported when he came back. These days, his disciples are very tired.

"Brother Yun still doesn't have to worry about it, **** can't live."

Wu Anqisheng didn't care, knowing a slight smile.

He then got up and made a resignation:

"Since you are back, it is time for me to go."

He stayed at the Chivalry Gate, half to digest the gains, and half worried that the Chivalry Gate would be turned upside down after Yun Haitian left.

After all, it is personally known that he is at the Chivalry Gate.

Even if the Chivalrymen say that he is gone, those who follow up will not believe it.

"Brother is leaving now?"

Although Yun Yuntian had already anticipated, he still kept his words: "If my brother is afraid of involving me, this is not necessary. Yun has never been afraid of this life!"

"It's been two months and it's time to go."

An Qisheng just waved his hand and refused.

He looked at the sky, his eyebrow faintly faintly cold, it was a sign of crisis coming.

But he didn't care in his heart, with a slight smile on his face:

"Some things can't be avoided."

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