Wang Chongyang founded the country in Chang'an.

The name of the country is "Ming", which means "the sun and the moon reopen the Song Dynasty".

The phrase "Sun and Moon Chongming" comes from "Li" in the Book of Changes: The sun and moon are as beautiful as the sky, and the grains and trees are as beautiful as the earth. Chongming is as beautiful as the righteousness, and it turns into the world.

This is a country that "integrates politics and religion". It regards the "Wanshou Emperor" as the only true god, the Chongyang Immortal as the emperor, and Yue Fei as the military marshal.

The Ming Dynasty was divided into "Ming", and it was born in this time and space in a strange shape.

Wang Chongyang's faith value is still far away from that of a million-level "saint". Jiajing has no desire to continue the strategy. He glanced at the development of the world and threw it aside again.

Let it grow wildly.

Gong Er's breakthrough is just around the corner, and he needs to take good care of it.

In August of the 34th year of the Republic of China, the Japanese Emperor announced unconditional surrender, and the Sino-Japanese War finally ended.

The country, which had suffered from eight years of war, was boiling with excitement. The common people beat gongs and drums, sang and danced, burst into tears and cheered.

This suffering nation has fought several wars with foreign invaders for more than a hundred years, but all ended in failure.

This time, I finally became the winner. Nothing is more exciting than the arrival of peace. Everyone is full of hope.

The prestige of Chairman Chang Kaishen and Chang who led the eight-year war of resistance has reached an unprecedented height, and he became a national hero that attracted much attention.

Only politicians and professional soldiers were the calmest. They stared coldly at the joyful ocean. Under the joyful ocean, two huge undercurrents were approaching each other and were about to collide suddenly, causing earth-shattering waves.

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They never believe in peace. In this world, politicians only believe in power, while soldiers believe in nothing more than the weapons in their hands.

In September, a battalion of Li Yunlong's troops in northwestern Shanxi was suddenly attacked by Chu Yunfei's troops. When they broke through the outer positions of the Eighth Route Army, they were suddenly counterattacked by the defenders. Everyone from the battalion commander to the cooks all raised their sharp bayonets.

Start a hand-to-hand battle with the enemy.

In this battle, Chu Yunfei's troops who made a sneak attack were completely wiped out in a strange way.

After contacting each other, both parties claimed that it was a misunderstanding.

More than ten days later, when a battalion of Chu Yunfei's troops was accepting the surrender of a puppet army, it was surrounded by Li Yunlong's troops. The puppet troops and the Kuomintang troops were disarmed.

The puppet troops didn't say anything. They were surrendering anyway, and it didn't matter who disarmed them.

The brothers of the National Army in that battalion were very angry: How come we are regarded as puppet soldiers?! Is there any heavenly law or king's law?

Civil war is about to break out.

Against the enemy, Gong Er could massacre and tear apart the Japs with her own hands, but she could not be cruel to her compatriots. With a breakthrough in martial arts just around the corner, Gong Er decisively left North China, left the Central Plains, and walked alone into the northwest.

Human area.

A month later, those clear water-like eyes reflected the snow-capped mountains!

It was a huge mountain range with countless dangerous peaks rising from the ground. The snow on the top of the mountain spread like a snow line from a distance.

Some people say that if you have not been to the third pole of the world, you have never seen the real sky and clouds. Only when you get here can you understand what solemnity and holiness, holiness and perseverance, peace and tranquility are.

The sky is so blue that your whole soul blends into it, the clouds are as white as a baby's flawless soul, snow-capped mountains, grasslands, and sea, there is no place that makes you feel more at ease than here.

It's a pity that the master here is still dirty, because the contrast of the environment makes it even more filthy and disgusting.

Along the way, Gong Er killed many eminent monks and masters who were sitting on top of the people and tyrannizing, leaving behind a horrifying legend under the snow-capped mountains.

Her footsteps did not stop, and she began her pilgrimage facing the snow-capped mountains!

Not worshiping Buddha!

But to meet the saint in your heart.

My heart is full.

Her way of doing things has become.

On this day, Gong Er stood in front of the snow-capped mountains in a posture that looked strange to a mortal, not moving, not smelling, not seeing, not thinking...

"Om mani bei mi hum..."

A sound of Sanskrit chants came from the dirt road in front of Gong Er. Along with the sound of the turning of the prayer tube, an old monk walked out from the corner of Manidui. He was as skinny as a piece of firewood, and the dark red cassock on his body was in tatters. His face was in tatters.

His wrinkles are like ravines, and although his eyes are cloudy, they are like the sky on the Snowy Mountains and the clouds on the Snowy Mountains, without a trace of fireworks.

Detached from things, everything in the world has disappeared from those eyes.

When he saw Gong Er and felt the long and lingering energy, he stopped, the sound of chanting also stopped, and the rotating prayer tube also stopped.

Only the wind blowing from the snow-capped mountains rolled up the prayer flags and made a sound.

The huge snow-capped mountains can actually give birth to a clean mind.

Tongbori Mountain is like a lying giant elephant, carrying a huge group of buildings all over the mountain. The temples stand next to the mountain, and the buildings overlap and are majestic.

At the foot of the mountain, a group of great monks wearing dark red cassocks put their hands together, shook the sutra tubes, performed the supreme Mahamudra, or recited sutras...

"The venerable person who became a saint in the flesh, the compassionate Bodhisattva, the Vajra Prajnaparamita..."

In front of Gangdan Temple, the leading monk was skinny, with dark complexion, similar to the color of steel, and his voice was extremely loud, full of praise.

Gong Er turned a deaf ear and just looked at him indifferently until cold sweat broke out on the monk's forehead. He did not dare to say anything: "Your era is over. The prairie fire has spread from the foot of the mountain. I am not the first one, and I don't dare to say anything."

He will be the last one. Just take care of yourself! Don’t say you didn’t predict what you said!”

After that, Gong Er continued to move forward, her heart was not yet complete.

The China-Nepal border in later generations.

On Cho Oyu Peak.

There is a small monk temple with mottled red walls. There lives a dry old monk, and his daily practice is to ring the bell.

The sound of the bell is deep and long, penetrating the sky.

In the small monk temple, a small window facing the sun is open.

The sun was shining brightly through the window, and it seemed to shine on Gong Er's face in a worshipful way. She sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, and the wind blew by, slowly lifting the ends of her hair.

Looking up at the majestic winding mountains, one can't help but give people the illusion that two mountains are confronting each other, just like the majestic, steady, deep and majestic Potala Palace looking up at the snow-capped peaks. These are two equal existences!

There was a proud smile on her lips: "A mountain is a mountain when you look at it, but a mountain is not a mountain when you look at it..."

"The mountain is here! I am the mountain!"

"Emperor...I understand!"

【Good!】

[Gong Ruomei: Fanatic Believer]

[Faith value: 100000]

What she realized was to integrate "all things in the world and the world of mortals" into her fist, filling the gaps in her mind.

Her punches are initially perfect.

In the small station training camp, Jiajing was giving a martial arts lecture. On the large playground, tens of thousands of people were sitting on the ground, and the sound was clearly printed on the eardrums:

"There are three steps of Kung Fu in martial arts training, Ming Jin, Dark Jin, and Hua Jin. After reaching Hua Jin, there are still three steps of kung fu to go up. The first step is to cross the tiger's buttocks and the dragon to wag its tail, the second step is to hold the pill, and the third step is to hold the pill.

Step is the outward release of innate Gangqi and dark energy, and it is the skill of tapping acupuncture points at a distance of one inch."

"After achieving these three steps, you will reach the peak of your energy. You can walk on water, but only on your knees."

"At this point, if you want to advance to another level, it is called invincibility in boxing. This step is the most difficult. You must cultivate both internally and externally, use internal energy and blood, use external medicine, be aware of your body, understand your mind, and finally break through.

Empty, seeing God is not bad."

"Even if you are over 100 years old, you still have the physical strength and fighting power of your youth. After practicing this step, the limit of what the human body can reach is this."

"It can be said to be the final achievement of martial arts..."
Chapter completed!