Acupoint Refining

He can integrate swords and guns into his mind, but can he integrate these internal powers?

Even, go a step further, integrate the spring with the mind, merge them into one, and calmly direct it to absorb the essence of the earth all the time, without having to squat in this position and remain motionless.

The spring is a part of one's own body, so it must be easier to use than swords and spears.

Thinking of this, he was overjoyed, suppressed his excitement, and slowly began to experiment.

He squatted on the Fulong Zhuang, slowly focusing his mind on the Yongquan Point. At the same time, he visualized the Yongquan Point in his mind, and slowly became consistent with his appearance.

He even thought that according to this method, he could completely temper his entire body and make the connection between mind and body closer. Then, practicing moves would not be so difficult.

However, compared with these, the most urgent task is to integrate the Yongquan point with the mind, to be able to control it freely, absorb the essence of the earth, and enhance one's own cultivation.

Before he knew it, it was already dark. He suppressed his eagerness, regained his concentration, stood up slowly, and stabbed three times into the air. His whistle was a little stronger than before.

The results of this half-day of Fulongzhuang are remarkable, and my internal strength has been greatly improved.

He slowly put away the gun, licked his lips and let out a whistle, the sound of horse hoofbeats sounded, and the red shadow rushed forward in a blink of an eye. He suddenly stopped amidst the roar, stood up, and dug his hoofs in the air a few times.

Li Muchan smiled, knowing that it was playing with him. This red shadow was very naughty, like a child, being naughty and playing with him from time to time.

He stepped forward, patted its neck, jumped on his horse, and shot out the red shadow like an arrow. He shuttled between the tents, as agile as a dragon, and arrived at the stable in a blink of an eye.

Li Muchan got off the horse, washed it personally, fed it good food, played with it for a while, left the stable and returned to the tent.

In the tent, Zhao Shengli was lying on his back, motionless, as if he was paralyzed. The same was true for the others, all of them were exhausted, as if they had gone through a big battle.

After Li Muchan came in and saw them like this, he smiled and said, "Zhao Tou, what's going on? You're so tired?"

"Oh——, don't mention it!" Zhao Shengli stood up, rubbed his mouth laboriously, and said, "My mouth is all scratched!"

Li Muchan laughed: "Everyone is very enthusiastic!"

"Everyone who comes here asks me to say it again, and I know it by heart!" Zhao Shengli groaned, snorted a curse word, and said: "It was fun at first, but then it got annoying, but I couldn't help but say it. Otherwise, you will offend someone to death!"

Li Muchan smiled and nodded. He was worried not about the scarcity but the unevenness. If he didn't tell anyone, everyone might be angry and they wouldn't think so. But if he told this person and didn't tell that person, he would be in big trouble.

Why don't you tell yourself, but tell others? Could it be that you look down on yourself?

In this way, you will directly offend people and the gain will outweigh the loss.

Zhao Shengli understands such basic human nature, so he can only endure hardships and comfort himself by killing in battle. No matter how hard and tired he is, how can he compare to killing the enemy in battle?

Only with such encouragement could he persevere, his voice a little hoarse.

Li Muchan washed himself, lay down on the couch, and groaned comfortably. Although his body was strong and he had done so much, he still felt tired.

Even though I am mentally strong, I still feel a little weak after practicing the art of integrating things and myself after this visualization. This kind of cultivation method is too energy-consuming, and it would be difficult to practice it with another person.

Although the ancestors of the Penglai Wang family created the Yellow Dragon Flying Sword, no one could learn it. After Li Muchan learned it, he created this unique training method, which is better than his predecessors.

Wang Xiu'e created the Yellow Dragon Flying Sword out of resentment and unintentionally.

She was worried about the decline of the Wang family, and hated Sheng Xuefeng for robbing the Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra. She focused these anger and worries on the sword every day and shot it out. Over time, decades later, she accidentally mastered this sword.

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Another person, without such strong resentment, without such perseverance, and without decades of persistence, would not be able to practice this sword.

Li Muchan's ability to practice relies on his strong mind and unique cultivation method inspired by the Observation of Heaven, Humans and Gods, which is also a kind of luck.

Zhao Shengli turned around and asked: "Monk, how powerful are you?"

Li Muchan sighed, shook his head and said: "It's nothing. This is a way to stimulate potential. It doesn't matter if you don't use it. I was reckless today and was impulsive. I shouldn't have used it."

"Inspire potential?" Zhao Shengli and the others looked at him.

Seeing this, Li Muchan knew that they didn't know, so he told some secret techniques to stimulate potential, only describing its power and consequences, but not the specific methods.

The four of them sighed in admiration after hearing this. They didn't expect that there was such a wonderful method in the world. If they learned it, wouldn't it be more powerful and have a greater chance of survival on the battlefield?

Li Muchan shook his head and sighed: "This method should not be used too often. It will damage your life span. It is better to practice honestly and honestly. The cost of these secret methods is too high."

Zhao Shengli frowned: "So, the monk also paid a lot of price?"

Li Muchan smiled: "It doesn't matter, you can't avoid it when it comes to you. It's worth it for this breath!"

Feng Dakun looked him over and shook his head: "You can also get angry!"

Cai Yuzhang smiled and said: "That's right, I always thought that you, monk, would be dismissive of these disputes of temperament. Only in this way can we be considered young people!"

Li Muchan smiled: "If it's against myself, it's fine, but towards our Xiaoqi camp and a few of us, how can I not be angry?"

Zhao Shengli laughed: "Haha, monk, you are so cute!"

Feng Dakun hummed: "Finally, you can eat the fireworks of the world and become a little popular!"

Li Muchan smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying no more.

Cai Yuzhang said: "Zhao Tou, how much money do you think we can make this time?"

Zhao Shengli laughed and said, "Look, you can always get a hundred taels of silver, right?"

Li Muchan shook his head: "Tou Zhao, if your estimate is right, there will be no money this time."

"Ah——?" Zhao Shengli's eyes widened.

The other people also stared at him, their faces full of surprise and disbelief.

Li Muchan said: "Last time it was a small fight, beating someone, just to fight for a breath, but this time it is different. If there is a reward, it is just instigation. The captain must be more cautious... This time we will not enter the Ming Law

Don’t forget it!”

"Grandma, after all the talk, it's all in vain!" Zhao Shengli sat up and snorted unconvinced: "Monk, don't talk nonsense!"

Li Muchan smiled and said no more.

Cai Yuzhang said slowly: "Zhao Tou, the monk is right. We may not have any reward this time, so we should give up our heart!"

"Alas..., my life is so miserable!" Zhao Shengli sighed with emotion. He looked up at the sky and expressed incomprehensible grief and anger, which made Li Muchan laugh.

"Monk, don't laugh. It doesn't matter. Look at me. I don't know which bastard did it. My eyes still hurt!" Zhao Shengli glared at Li Muchan and rubbed his eyes.

His eyes were bruised and hurt from being hit, which made him look a little funny.

However, he was injured because of a fight with people from the Flying Cavalry Camp. Everyone would not laugh at him. Instead, they would praise him. They were envious and wished they could be in his place.

The feud between the Xiaoqi Battalion and the Flying Cavalry Battalion was too deep. They faced each other and were always suppressed. This time they were able to feel proud and became the hero of the entire Xiaoqi Battalion.

The most important hero in the army, not to mention everyone's respect, is that he will have more opportunities to be promoted in the future, making it easier to perform meritorious service.

At the same time, the entire Xiaoqi battalion's status in front of the captain has been greatly improved, and there are more opportunities for meritorious service.

All the soldiers knew the stakes involved, so they were particularly affectionate and respectful to Zhao Shengli.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "This is a flesh wound. It will be fine in two days. We are leaving tomorrow, but what should we prepare?"

Zhao Shengli waved his hand: "There is nothing to prepare, just load the things and load them on the horse. We are not those infantrymen with so much burden!"

Li Muchan nodded and said, "How far is it?"

Zhao Shengli said: "It's not far, about a hundred miles, and we'll reach Tenglong City in the evening!"

Everyone chatted some more and slowly fell asleep. The day's experience was very twists and turns. They were all very tired, physically and mentally exhausted, and now they fell into a deep sleep.

Li Muchan did not rest. After a while, he almost recovered, and then he began to practice the art of uniting things and self, imagining the gushing spring in his mind, and becoming one with it.

As the night passed, he made little progress and was not in a hurry. This was by no means an overnight success. It took enough effort to cause a qualitative change.

It may be completed in the next moment, or it may take a long time and there is no rush.

Early the next morning, Zhao Shengli and the others got up and started packing, putting everything into a box. This box was used to hold armored weapons, but now it was used to hold some daily items.

The armor and weapons were placed aside. When they finished packing, there were only five boxes in the tent. They put on the armor and weapons again.

"These beds...?" Li Muchan pointed to their beds.

Zhao Shengli said: "Don't worry about it. Someone will clean it up. Along with the tent, we just need to bring our own things!"

He put on his armor and helmet, and his voice was a little dull.

Li Muchan nodded. At this time, Zhao Shengli's armor exuded evil aura. He was strong and strong, and wearing this armor, he looked powerful and powerful, which was different from usual.

Li Muchan also put on the iron armor and was used to the smell of rust. However, he was thin and didn't look heroic when he put on the armor. He was not as good as Li Baolu.

After putting on their clothes, they looked at each other for a few times. Everyone carried their boxes and came to the stables. Each of them picked up their own mounts, put the boxes on the saddles, and then came to the training ground.

The martial arts training field is already full of people, one person and one rider, each standing in a good position, in an orderly manner. Although there are many people, it does not appear noisy and noisy.

Seeing Zhao Shengli and others coming over, cheers came from the field, and people screamed strangely. Apparently they still remembered yesterday's fight and gave a sigh of relief to the Xiaoqi camp.

Zhao Shengli smiled happily, opened the front cover of his iron helmet, waved to everyone, then came to their place and sat upright.

"Two two two, good job!"

"Zhao Tietou, you're awesome, I'll treat you to another day!"

"Two, two, two, live up to your expectations! Your spirit! You are worthy of the soldiers of our Xiaoqi Battalion!"

People were chattering with great enthusiasm, and the martial arts training ground suddenly became noisy and lively.

Li Muchan also lifted the front cover of his armor, took a few breaths of fresh air, and shook his head. The number 222 made him smile bitterly.
To be continued...