Qingzhou.

Qingzhou City, which shines brightly on the sun, is still very lively.

People came and went on the moat, and the traffic was rife. The soldiers stationed in the city gate looked at the passers-by boredly. The work day after day made them boring and numb.

"San brother, look."

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

"What?"

The middle-aged soldier, known as the third brother, was dozing down with his head down. Hearing this, he wiped the water marks at the corner of his mouth and looked up.

I saw an old monk with thin figure on the way.

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

Outside the red cassock that the old monk was wearing, his shriveled body exuded a bronze brilliance. This dress was not like the dress of the monks of Dafeng monks, but like the dress of the group of monks in the Wheel Temple in the Golden Wolf Kingdom.

"The old monk is barefoot..."

The soldier said in a slight voice:

"Looking at how far he has walked, he is still barefoot, and must have martial arts..."

"The monk from the Golden Wolf Kingdom is also possessed of martial arts."

The middle-aged soldier frowned and wanted to stop him and ask.

However, before he could speak, the shriveled old monk suddenly looked up in the crowd.

Buzz ~

The two of them felt a flash in front of them, and they were in a daze and were stunned.

When I came back to my senses, I had forgotten everything before. The bored ones were still bored, and the ones were still dozing off.

It seems like nothing has happened.

"Qingzhou, city..."

A trace of light appeared in the old monk's deep eye sockets.

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

The ground of this street is smoother than that of other streets, and there has never been any trace of time caused by wind and rain.

"The breath of Chiwuti is cut off here..."

The old monk clasped his hands together and recited in a low voice:

"Namo Amitabha..."

Buzz ~

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

In his eyes, everything disappeared, and only various airflows moved around.

"No trace left behind..."

A touch of emotion appeared on the old monk's thin face:

"Good means, good means..."

"Okay! OK! Evil dogs grab food, evil dogs grab food!"

"Bite hard, bite hard! Kill this bad dog, bite this bad dog!"

"Ha ha!"

The screams of children in the distance attracted the attention of the old monk.

His eyes moved slightly, and he had already appeared at the end of the street more than 30 feet away, at the edge of an alley.

In the alley, the dog barked violently.

A group of half-aged children surrounded the alley with wooden sticks and stones, shouting and urging the "two dogs" inside to bite.

To be precise, it is a ferocious wild dog, and the other one is a low man with limbs lying on the ground, describing a low-level man whose movements are just like a dog, and his body is dirty and he can't tell his original appearance.

At this time, one man and one dog bite it for a steamed bun and was bleeding.

"This is......"

The old monk's eyes condensed.

Then a stream of light appeared in the deep eyes, but it was the Ferris wheel-turning technique he used, trying to peek into the man's heart.

"Woom wool wool ~"

"ah!!"

Amid the violent biting, a scream suddenly came.

The children were shocked and saw the "dog man" lying on the ground with blood all over his body. After a few convulsions, he stopped moving.

The old monk pinched the Buddhist beads on his wrist and his face darkened:

"Good means."

.........

After the war ended, An Qisheng temporarily stayed in the Chivalrous Sect.

In addition to falling into a dream every day, I guide my disciples, and I live a leisurely and comfortable life, and I don’t seem to take the wanted order in my heart.

During the previous battle, he searched for the spiritual imprints of nearly two thousand martial arts masters of various sects and sects. In this leisure, he naturally had to dream and experience them one by one.

When it comes to martial arts, you often have no idea of ​​the key points when looking down on the high side, but you often have different understandings when you have a high perspective.

Thousands of people have different faces. People with different martial arts practice will produce different effects. Anyone who has mastered martial arts has his own unique features.

An Qi was born in two lifetimes and naturally understood this principle.

However, the essence of martial arts in two thousand people's lifetime is not something he can read even at this time.

Therefore, to anyone's eyes, he looks like a very normal old Taoist priest.

I wake up in the early morning every day and slowly practice a set of ordinary boxing techniques. Before cooking in the morning, I cook medicinal meals, ointments, and elixirs. In the morning, I guide my disciples to practice martial arts and sit with Yun Haitian in the afternoon to discuss the Tao.

At night, I meditate and dream.

A disciple of the Chivalrous Sect carefully observed him out of curiosity, and finally found out that he meditated every day at the moment when the sun sets, and when he woke up every day, it would be when the night was about to retreat.

That set of punches always starts from the rise of the sun and ends when the sun is fully rising.

There is no deviation in the slightest, and the rules make anyone stun their tongues.

In fact, when he reached this level of martial arts, every move was martial arts, and walking, sitting and lying was all skillful. It seemed leisurely, but in fact it was ten times better than ordinary people practicing hard day and night.

The gap in efficiency between each other is like one is still drilling wood to make fire, and the other is already in the industrial revolution. The gap in efficiency is more than a hundred times?

He was only the last step away from the Liuyang leader from the great success of Qi and meridians, but he was not anxious. Instead, he calmed down and pondered over many levels and realized the fundamental differences between martial arts in the two worlds.

Deeper and more thoroughly understand.

He gradually realized a lot.

The internal martial arts on Xuanxing have developed to the peak, polishing the body, understanding the distinction between light and dark, until the subtle transformation, holding the elixir and sitting on the stride, walking on the body, and moving the internal force to transport the internal energy to condense the qi and veins, polishing the body, and more are limited to one qi.

But the two are even more suitable, and they are exposed to the word "God".

When Xuanxing sees the magic warrior, he will be clear and clear, and he will seek good luck and avoid danger, and he will be aware of danger and avoid danger. Before the autumn wind moves, the cicadas will be awakened first, and the divine veins that have been floating in the world for a long time will be even more magical.

The divine vein is forged, and there is hope for the qi technique to see the military power, deduce the national fortune, and understand the movement of heaven and earth. There is the Ferris wheel rotation method to outline the spiritual world, distort people's memories, tamper with people's souls, and there are even strong people's magic weapons that can kill enemies dozens of miles away with one thought, and burn mountains and boil the sea...

Refined,

gas,

god!

With a big stroke, An Qisheng wrote three big words on white paper.

Without any strength, the ink penetrates the back of the paper, leaving texture on the stone table in the courtyard.

The breeze blew, and the paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and did not move at all.

"The martial arts of the two realms, thousands of boxing techniques, and all kinds of martial arts are just three words: essence, energy, spirit..."

An Qisheng stood with his pen, his eyes becoming deeper and deeper.

Whether it is the previous life or Xuanxing, there are many interpretations of the three words "Essence, Qi and Spirit". Even in the long-lasting world, there are quite a few books about this.

The ancestors never stopped exploring the future.

The simple three words are behind countless people's pursuit, exploration and analysis.

However, for An Qisheng, what he understood was different from the understanding of the two realms.

At this time, An Qisheng thought that essence, tangible things, qi, invisible bodies, and spirits, are the original self-wise light.

If you only practice the three, you can also learn from each other and understand them both.
To be continued...