"One-style sword technique, is this a gesture taken from a complete skill?"

Xia Ji leaned against the wooden pillar in the quiet room, with a wine gourd hanging on his left hand, and grabbed the dark golden page of the book with his right hand, looking carefully at the sword technique called "The Lord of Clouds is coming down one after another".

After a long time, he probably understood.

This sword technique belongs to one of the [Twelve Black Lotus Scenes], so this is the remnant chapter of [Twelve Black Lotus Scenes].

Not to mention the [Twelve Scenes of Black Lotus], just practicing this sword technique can form a "sword image".

What is "Sword"?

He doesn't know.

Just like what it means to "adding the Great Sun True Yuan into the Gangqi", it exceeds the field of vision.

"It's probably the level after the sword intent?"

Xia Ji used his hand pillow to make random guesses.

Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand, held the leather-wrapped hilt beside the wall with five fingers, and pulled it out suddenly.

The dazzling snow light pulled out Bai Lian, and he rushed into the snow in the courtyard wildly like a leopard, trying to practice this move.

The ending was nothing unexpected, it failed.

His strength was not enough to drive the sword. After barely posing the starting position, he could not pass the next position in any case.

The muscles, blood, and meridians are trembling faintly. If he wants to force this sword, his muscles will cramp, his meridians will tear and his whole body will be seriously injured.

The tip of the sword trembled and pointed at the white plum that had just bloomed in the distance.

Clam!!

A crisp sound.

Xia Ji had thrown the sword back at will, and the sword fell steadily into the scabbard not far away.

The uncle from Wudang Mountain yawned and began to think about how much money he had left and how much water and wine he could go to the town to buy.

On Wudang Mountain, there are food and accommodation, and the disciples in charge of internal affairs can also distribute copper coins for work. They can get about two taels of silver to three taels of silver in a month, which is two or three thousand cents.

If there is no special situation, he will be a Taoist priest who can hold the candle and become a Taoist priest who receives the candle for another ten years.

The Taoist priest who receives the rituals is basically a real "organization". In addition to being awarded the rituals and seals, the "salaries" they receive will also increase.

I'm looking forward to it.

......

After January, the new year begins.

Xia Ji continued to practice normally.

Although the sign-in this year has gradually become "nineteen times cultivation pills" and "eighteen times cultivation pills"... even by the end of the year it has become "five times cultivation pills", the "twenty times cultivation pills" obtained from signing in the first two years are basically enough, and they can practice with the maximum efficiency for at least seventeen or eighteen years.

His daily practice can be as high as others' twenty days.

One year is twenty years away.

Those nephews who practiced earlier than him for several months could no longer see him.

The so-called one-day practice does not mean practicing for twelve hours a day, but completing a fixed amount of circumcision and a fixed amount of circumcision and sword control, just like the "daily mission" in the game in the previous life.

Winter goes and spring comes, and spring is warm and flowers bloom.

In the new year, the old Taoist threw him another booklet - "The Art of Looking at Qi".

The technique of looking at the qi, observing good and evil, and judging good and bad luck are essential magic for Taoist priests to go down the mountain...

Maybe you can't see it correctly or judge it correctly, but this action must be done.

Otherwise, even if the blood evil spirits in front of you are clearly rising to the sky, you will still run forward without any warning, and your death will only become a joke in the Dao Township.

......

In midsummer in June.

In the courtyard, mountain flowers are in bud.

It has been a full year and a half since I started my self-study.

The young Taoist priest, who was cross-legged under the shade of the trees in the courtyard, was running the energy in his body, over and over again, swimming through the eight extraordinary meridians in one breath, and then clicking into the hidden holes that the mortals do not know, like a gurgling stream rushing among the mountains.

The human body is a small world, with its head like the sky, its foot like the earth, its limbs like the four seasons, its five internal organs like the five elements, and its thoughts do not arise in the heart, and all spirits focus on the body.

This qi wanders in the body, freely walking through the mountains and wind passing through the blue sky.

A night of heavy rain, the flowers became more prosperous, and the buds bloomed, showing the colorful purples and redness that were covered with rain.

In the courtyard, clouds come and pass by.

The boy sits, the boy gets up.

The boy is drunk, and the boy wakes up.

Live in drunkenness and dreams and die, and enjoy leisurely.

Day after day.

But at some point in the day, Xia Ji opened his eyes and looked into the distance with a calm expression.

The third state of qi movement - innate fetal breathing, achievement!!

Even if there is no need to deliberately run the Gangqi, the Gangqi will swim every corner of the body, leaving him in a completely activated state. From now on, every breath he breathes can directly absorb the purest energy between the world, and can even drill into the water like a fish and breathe in the water.

"sword."

Xia Ji raised his right hand flat, his wide sleeves were turned up, and he moved violently. The sword leaning against the old tree seemed to be attracted by a huge magnet, and made a slight trembling sound.

Whoosh!!!

The hilt of the sword flew into his five fingers with the wind.

Chiu ~

Chiu ~

Two freezes and two afterimages were drawn out. When they looked again, Xia Ji had already closed his eyes and held the sword in front of him. The cold light on the sword body printed out his calm face.

sword.

Sword power.

Sword energy.

Then there is...Sword Intent.

It means a phantom.

"I want..."

Accompanied by a soft whisper, the soft but thick energy rushed into the sword body, making the sword imitation an extension of this person.

Xia Ji let go of the sword, and the sword actually floated in the air. He spread his hands and drew arcs to both sides like a white crane spreading his wings.

The sword also began to unfold as his hand began to slash out the phantom of the Six-Blade Sword Wheel, and rotated counterclockwise in front of him, slowly, as if the time was passing.

Xia Ji did not look at the sword, but turned his head to look at the flower on the side... and said softly: "A sword is like a flower blooming, the autumn flowers bloom and spring flourish. The sword is born and destroyed by a finger. The natural things between heaven and earth are actually hidden in this power. Isn't this nature that practices Taoism?"

He laughed and waved his hand, the sword wheel dissipated, and the long sword fell back into the scabbard under the old tree out of thin air.

"It's almost the end of the month, it's time to ask the senior brother to buy wine with money."

Xia Ji was very happy when he thought of how much money he could get.

However, if things go well, there will be things that go well.

Although Xia Ji reached the third level in both "moving Qi" and "respectful Sword", the Golden Light Curse really gave him a headache.

How do you pronounce those 104 words during the battle?

He tried various methods, but it was useless...

This made Xia Ji, who practiced at a speed of twenty times the speed of practice every day, couldn't help but sigh, "The verb skills are not good."
Chapter completed!