The Master Zhizhen attached great importance to the newly accepted two disciples. After all, this was his first time in more than 90 years of admission, and his mood was understandable as a teacher.

Therefore, despite experiencing a small storm of Taoism, the old man was still very happy, and after several days of hard thinking, he specially designed a set of cultivation methods for Wuming and Cheng Huaibao that suited their respective characteristics.

Because Wuming had a special physique and could not practice Qi, the Master Zhizhen designed a new foundation-building method for him based on the superhuman physique he possessed. The old man named this set of exercises as a complete external skill cultivation method.

The so-called complete external skills practice method means completely giving up the cultivation and use of internal energy. All practices are mainly external skills, and the nameless power, agility and speed are improved through various methods.

It is precisely because of this that Wuming has become the most difficult and slowest practice in Xuanqing Temple. He does the same and boring physical exercise every day.

As early as the ancient times, humans had realized that no matter how hard they tried to train their bodies, they could not break their limits. No matter how strong a person was, he could not win a beast like a tiger.

In order to survive, human wisdom began to find solutions and finally found three effective methods. The first is cooperation. Although one person's power is very small, it cannot kill beasts, but if a hundred people are combined together, even if they are extremely ferocious as a dragon, they can only be slaughtered.

The second method is to create weapons and create sharp weapons. Although humans do not have sharp teeth from beasts, they have wisdom that beasts do not have. It is wisdom that allows humans to stand out from thousands of creatures in the world and become the master of all living things in this world.

Humans are not satisfied with the body that is obviously weak compared to beasts. Humans seem to have endless wisdom shine brightly again. After countless attempts and explorations, people have finally found a way to break through their physical limits - to practice Qi.

The history of human Qi training has a long history, and it can be traced to the Huangdi period. According to Taoist legend, Huangdi first studied under Jiuxuanzi and received the Jinli Divine Pill in Tiantai. Later, he obtained the immortal Guangchengzi on Kongtong Mountain to preach the teachings, and understood the method of unity between man and man, and harmonized the yin and yang energy to replenish himself. He also picked up the copper-cast tripod from the Shoushan Mountain and cast a tripod under Jingshan. The day when the tripod was completed was the time when Huangdi attained Taoism.

At that moment, the sky was clear and the white clouds suddenly fell in the sky. A five-clawed divine dragon came down from the sky to welcome it. Huangdi immediately rode the dragon to ascend to heaven.

The legend is not enough to be accepted, and it is the result of being exaggerated countless times by later generations.

In fact, what Huangdi practiced was a kind of internal strength. The so-called enlightenment was just a way to be used by the Taoist ancestors of later generations and put it on gold. To put it bluntly, it was just an increase in the celebrity effect.

Since humans mastered the secrets of internal skills, no fool would give up the only way to break through their own limits and exercise their body alone by squandering the foundation.

The Master Zhizhen did not believe in this evil. Since Wuming's body was not suitable for practicing internal skills, he tried his best to design a set of foundation-building methods that could be called an extreme alternative.

What is alternative?

In fact, seriously, it is not out of the original external skill system. It is still basic martial arts training such as strength, speed, endurance, explosive power and resistance to strike. It's just that the old man strengthened these trainings to an unimaginable or even terrifying level.

Give a brief example.

Strength training is the most common, it is nothing more than adding sandbags to your body. At most, Wuming has a little more sandbags on his body. Wuming's sandbags of five pounds have grown at an average rate of one per month since the eight when he was a disciple. In just one year, Wuming has become the best recognized one in Xuanqing Temple. He can easily recognize it no matter how far away he is. The sandbags on his body are his most distinctive symbols.

Compared with strength training, speed and endurance training is much harder to get.

Wuming has to carry so many sandbags to jump, sprint, climb mountains and cross-country every day, which is usually arduous but terrifying. Especially when climbing Qingtian Peak, Zhizhen Ancestor specially designed a road that is absolutely terrifying for Wuming. Compared with this road, the heartbreaking path can be regarded as a smooth road.

This path of cultivation is actually no way out. There are cliffs and streams along the way. Even if Wuming grew up in the mountains since childhood, he could not bear this path.

Wuming followed the directions left by someone unknown how long ago, embarked on this path full of hardships and dangers. He climbed, jumped, snorted, and exercised the functions of all parts of the body in all aspects.

The most thrilling part is a place called Bishu Cliff. As its name suggests, the cliff is almost 90 degrees perpendicular, the cliff is nearly a hundred feet high, and the cliff is a rusty yellow rock structure. There is no grass growing on it, and it is as smooth as a mirror.

Facing the Pen Shun Cliff, Wuming, who is good at climbing, suffered a lot. There were no branches and vines for him to climb here, so he could only rely on the power of his fingers and toes to climb up the short valleys between the rocks.

When Wuming got here for the first time, he almost threw his life in this Jedi.

When he was only halfway through, the man had exhausted his strength, his fingers and toes were all pale and his wounds were very serious. The most serious finger had already worn out a little bit of white bones. He didn't care about the pain, but his strength was exhausted, but he was in the middle of the cliff, unable to get up and down. Even if his mind was as firm as Wuming, he couldn't help thinking about the word "death".

Wuming is not afraid of death. Death is just a word without concepts to him and has no meaning.

But he also had the courage to survive. Even in a desperate situation, Wuming still raised his last strength. Under the control of his extremely powerful mental power, another force arises in his already exhausted body.

The human spirit is a strange thing. No one can understand this thing. It cannot be seen or touched, and seems to be there or not, but often it can create miracles that are unimaginable. The countless incredible things that have happened throughout the ages are related to the human spirit.

In a tragic war, an ordinary soldier once held back under the fire in order not to expose his lurking, until he was burned to charcoal and did not make any sound. The enemy, who was only more than thirty feet (sixty meters) away, had no sense of anything. This shows how terrible the power of the spirit is.

It can turn a normal person into a superman.

However, this time, the powerful mental power was not able to rescue Wuming. Just ten feet away from the top of the cliff, Wuming finally had his strength. He never felt his weakness like this moment, as if this body was no longer his own, and even the strength of moving his fingers was gone.

He looked up at the cliff that seemed to be close to his eyes. Wuming's mouth moved slightly, and he pulled out a bitter smile. There was no sadness and fear in his smile, but it was full of sarcasm, as if he was laughing that he had climbed more than ninety feet, but fell before the finish line.

How could he know that the worldly principles of walking a hundred steps and a half ninety, and things in the world are often so teasing people. You can see the moment of success in your eyes and you have no strength.

The spirit in Wuming's eyes gradually disappeared, the scenery in front of him was blurred, and the sky and the earth seemed to be turning back.

When Wuming could no longer hold on and was about to fall from the cliff, something strange happened. A hot air suddenly appeared in the dantian. The place where the heat passed, the hundreds of meridians rejuvenated. The head, which was a little confused, suddenly woke up as if it was stabbed by something pointed. At the same time, it felt a lot of strength coming out of the hands and feet.

Wuming didn't have time to think about the whole story. Driven by the instinct of survival, he used his hands and feet together and finally climbed through this life and death barrier.

The whole person fell to the top of the cliff, and Wuming was left with only the strength to breathe heavily.

The violent mountain wind passed by itself, and the body that had been soaked in sweat was as cool as if it had just been taken out of the water. The inner abdomen, which was as strong as fire, gradually calmed down.

Wuming fell asleep because he was too tired.

Wuming was asleep, but someone was anxious to jump under the pen holder cliff.

But it is not the true ancestor.

The ancestor Zhizhen personally designed this route, so he naturally knew the dangers and hardships, because this route was originally designed for himself when he was in his prime, and after his magical skills were achieved, he wanted to improve his practice again. The mark he followed when he walked on the road in his name was carved by him.

In order to ensure safety, the Zhizhen Ancestor has been quietly following Wuming, both for protection and supervision.

Just now, Wuming's dangerous scene on the cliff was all over the eyes of the true ancestor. He only scratched his ears and heads in a hurry, and kept complaining that he was too impatient with Wuming and should not choose such a difficult path. He was in his thirties and suffered a lot here, let alone Wuming's little kid.

The Master Zhizhen has made preparations if he falls off the cliff and tries his life to catch him.

However, Wuming's performance exceeded the expectations of the Zhizhen Ancestor. His body had obviously started to shake, as if he was about to fall off, suddenly the boy's body was buoyant, and he felt like he had taken some magic medicine and climbed up in one go.

In addition to peace of mind, the true ancestor loved this silent boy a little more. This was the most tenacious boy he had ever seen in his life for more than 90 years.

The Master Zhizhen walked to the bottom of the pen holder cliff, reached out to grab a crack in the rock and waited to climb up so that he could continue to follow Wuming behind him to protect him.

However, he forgot that it had been fifty years since he climbed the pen holder cliff last time. He was no longer the strong man who was so energetic and at the peak of his body. Now he is thin and has bald eyes. Although he has amazing internal skills, he cannot withstand the ruthless erosion of time. How could an old man have the courage of the past?

After climbing less than five feet high, the true ancestor knew that he would never be able to climb this cliff again.

A sigh of "I am really old" arises in my heart, and I jump back to the ground obediently, looking up at the top of the cliff in vain. Although I was extremely anxious, I had no choice.

How could a person not accept old age?

Putting aside the Zhizhen Ancestor, he was anxious to talk about Wuming at the bottom of the cliff.

After sleeping for half an hour, Wuming woke up.

I turned over and sat up, and surprisingly found that my body was full of strength, as if the weakness and fatigue just now were in my dream.

Wuming was puzzled and sat on the cliff and thought about it. However, not to mention his knowledge, such an incredible strange thing would not be understood by any wise and wise man in the world.

After thinking hard for a long time, Wuming shook his head in vain and gave up.

Looking up at the sky, the sun was blocked by the mountain peaks in the west. It took at least nearly two hours for me to climb this damn cliff. I felt anxious and took a big step along the guide sign carved on a huge bluestone next to me. I followed a rugged path that could not be measured on the road by the cliff, crossed a stream, and returned to Xuanqing Temple.

Wuming naturally won’t understand the truth. In fact, this is the role of Ziji Yuanfei.

The Ziji Yuanfei can absorb all the internal force of true qi, but it also has the function of maintaining the balance of true qi in Wuming's body.

In other words, when Wuming's body is strong, it will suck the extra qi without hesitation. But if Wuming's body loses to a limit, it will seem like a vacuum is formed, and the qi in Zijiyuan's fetus will be sucked out.

The essence in Zi Ji Yuan's body is the essence of the lifelong skills of countless senior sect leaders of the Demon Sect. In addition, after mutation, he absorbed the supreme Taiqing Gangqi of the Xuanqing Sect and the essence of Wuming's own alchemy. It can be said that it has the effect of making the dead trees spring in the meridians and blood in the body.

This is equivalent to the practice of internal strength in another sense. In fact, practicing Qi is just to allow the internal breath to travel throughout the body through a fixed route and open up the meridians and acupuncture points in various places. The essence of Zi Ji Yuanfei is much purer and magical than the internal strength that anyone practices. Wuming gets so great that no one can imagine. The muscle meridians seem to have been tempered and become unimaginably tough.

It’s a pity that he cannot freely use the essence of the Zi Ji Yuan fetus, and can only passively accept the essence of the Zi Ji Yuan fetus when his physical strength is overdrawn to the limit. If he can really refine the Zi Ji Yuan fetus, he is afraid that a living god will appear in the world.

When the Zhizhen Ancestor, who had been waiting in front of the observation gate, could not help but hug Wuming tightly when he saw Wuming. The scene was really strange. Almost all Xuanqing disciples who accidentally saw this scene beside him were thinking wrong.

What these disciples thought were roughly the same: "Are the nameless little ancestor who troubled the ancestor's illegitimate son outside? Otherwise, how could the old trouble be so sincere?"

For a time, this rumor became the hottest topic of Xuan Qing.

This rumor was not ended until Wuming's later anti-fighting training began.

The two training sessions performed before are already creepy, but compared with the subsequent anti-strike training, it is much more comfortable.

If a person who practices Qi practices Qi to a certain level, through some luck methods, he can use Qi to the surface of his body and greatly increase his body's ability to resist strikes. For example, the top masters such as Zhizhen Ancestor and Xiaoyaozi can also use the true Qi to the outside of his body to form an unbreakable layer of Qi shield, which is the body-protecting Qi.

Wuming cannot practice Qi, so naturally he cannot have the true qi to protect his body. However, the Master Zhizhen thought of a way to directly improve the muscles' resistance to hitting. In fact, the principle is very simple, which is to use the adaptability of human body.

When the human body often receives a certain stimulus, the body and nerves will feel paralyzed by the stimulus.

Although the principle is simple and direct, it can be cruel and bloody to implement.

The first time he was engaged in the fight-fighting training, the scene was unexpectedly funny. The Zhizhen ancestor asked Wuming to stand in the yard with his upper body naked, and then ordered Cheng Huaibao to hold a wooden stick and hit Wuming's whole body.

However, how could Cheng Huaibao bear to treat Wuming, who is as close as a brother, like this? The force of the stick hitting Wuming's body seemed to be scratching.

The true ancestor was unable to do so, so he had to go on the battle himself. At the age of more than 90, he actually wanted him to do such physical work. He couldn't help but lament that he was not careful in accepting his disciples.

The old man swung the wooden stick and hit Wuming with the wind. With a "pop", a red mark immediately swollen from Wuming's back. Wuming's body trembled, and his muscles trembled significantly, but his expression did not change at all.

The wooden stick in the hand of the Zhizhen ancestor fell on Wuming like raindrops. Although he did not use internal force, the weight of the stick could still be seen from the whistling wind as the stick danced.

This is not just training. It is simply a torture by the government - the torture of the staff. The torture of the staff was only hit on the butt with the thickest flesh of the human body. Wuming was hit by sticks except for his head and vagina.

The ancestor Zhizhen had only hit him for ten times, but Cheng Huaibao could no longer bear it. He treated the old man as a big enemy. He shouted loudly and rushed forward. Regardless of the danger of being hit by the flying stick, he hugged the ancestor Zhizhen's arm. In desperation, he bit the arm of Zhizhen's ancestor Zhizhen's arm like dry firewood without thinking.

After biting this bite, Cheng Huaibao felt as if he had bitten on a stone, which made his teeth and chin hurt.

The ancestor Zhizhen was furious and lifted Cheng Huaibao up, his eyes widened and shouted, "Do you want to rebel?"

Cheng Huaibao felt extremely hatred, without any fear, and cursed: "You black-hearted old Zamao, is there anyone who teaches your disciple like this? Did your master beat you like that back then? You are a person who has no one to raise you, and you are destined to be a grandson, an old bastard, an old hooligan, an old..."

For the first time in his life, the ancestor Zhizhen was scolded so viciously. How could he tolerate it? He was so angry that he trembled all over his body and his beard trembled. The only thing he thought about was what was the most painful way to die and the most suitable for this rebellious disciple in his hand.

The original victim Wuming was left alone and no one paid attention to him.

Wuming walked up with his painful body and said happily: "Xiaobao hasn't started scolding for a long time, which makes me wonder. Listening to you scolding, I didn't feel any pain at the place where I got hit.
To be continued...