In my ears, I can hear the sound of wind passing over the earth. Reading at zero o'clock
Wind is invisible but has quality. It is a phenomenon that occurs when air flows. In the definition of the martial arts world, wind has always been synonymous with speed.
In all martial arts in the world, nothing is indestructible, only speed. The most subtle thing is the balance between speed and slowness. If you can truly grasp the secret of it and integrate it with the martial arts you have learned, you can be fast or slow, and you can be fast or slow.
Fast and sometimes slow, you can form a rhythm that suits you best.
"If he doesn't move, I won't move. If he moves slightly, he will move first..."
"Whether it's moving or still, whether it's attacking or defending, all the subtleties are tied to one mind; assess the situation, know yourself and the enemy, and then nothing is indestructible..."
Suddenly, these words flashed through my mind.
The core of these theories is rhythm.
Keep your own rhythm and let others follow their own rhythm, and you will be invincible——
"If you follow others, you will die; if you follow yourself, you will live. If you follow others, you will be bound step by step; if you follow yourself, you will not be stuck in things..."
However, although I understand the truth, whether it can be implemented depends on strength.
It turns out that this is the real reason why I have never been able to learn the "Eight Swords of Yongzi". Although the secret book does not emphasize the need for cultivation, since it is a fragment, how can it be without flaws?
"No, I was clearly comprehending "Thirty-six Swords of Chasing the Wind", but why was my train of thought suddenly disturbed by "Eight Swords of Yongzi" and I had distracting thoughts..."
Liang Qiufeng woke up quickly and immediately opened his eyes to end the various illusions in his mind. However, his mind was still hit hard and he was dizzy.
Grab a handful of rice and stuff it into your mouth, chewing it slowly to calm the fluctuations.
Half paid, with a wry smile on his face, he murmured: "You really can't bite off more than you can chew. Once you learn it, no matter whether you learn it or not, it will leave an imprint in your mind. If the number of imprints increases, if you don't sort it out clearly, it will
It will collapse and cause disastrous consequences."
This is the clichéd "martial arts barrier". It is because different martial arts, different secrets, and their systems of principles are different. If you learn them randomly, they will easily conflict with each other.
If you want to resolve these conflicts, you must either practice neutralizing techniques; or you must be strong enough to control them freely, and nothing will happen.
Currently, Liang Qiufeng does not meet these two prerequisites. This is why he suddenly became disabled in martial arts and almost went crazy.
I took a long breath, took a short rest, and forced myself to continue cracking "Thirty-Six Swords of Chasing the Wind". However, whenever my mental thoughts entered the sword problem, I immediately became overwhelmed with distracting thoughts and illusions, and I couldn't find an entry point at all.
This situation is extremely dangerous. If you don't get out in time, you will immediately suffer backlash, vomit blood and be injured.
There is an hourglass in the stone house, and Liang Qiufeng can clearly calculate the time when he will enter the Wujian Tower.
tomorrow.
There is only one tomorrow left...
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Huangzhou, Northern Territory.
Tiandu Mountain is where the gate of Tiandu Gate is located.
The mountains are vast and vast. Generally speaking, they are similar to those on Zhongnan Mountain. The biggest difference is that the concentration of vitality on Tiandu Mountain is quite inferior to that of Zhongnan Mountain.
On the top of the peak, there are many buildings, including the residences of important members and the core areas of the sect.
Thump!
A goshawk with gray-black feathers passed through the clouds and flew into the courtyard where the confidential elder Situ Bai was.
Situ Bai is sixty-five years old this year. He has a sixth level of Qi Dao cultivation. He is known as the "Double Master of Writing and Calculation". He uses a judge's pen in one hand and an abacus in the other. They are both strange weapons with treacherous tricks.
A bamboo tube as thick as a finger was tied to Goshawk's right foot. He took it off, opened it, and pulled out a roll of silk cloth.
Unfolding the silk cloth, you can see that the cloth is written with dense small characters. On the left side, they are all names of people, and on the right side, there is a one-to-one correspondence with comments.
Leng Zhuer, Long Xiangtian, Luo Gang, Gu Chengyang...
The very familiar names are all the core personnel of Zhongnan Sword Mansion. After the names, there are corresponding detailed notes, including age, skills learned, cultivation level, etc.
After reading, Situ Bai tapped his fingers on the desk. Halfway through, he picked up the pen and wrote quickly on a piece of white paper:
Youngsters: Gu Chengyang, 18 years old, 7th level strength; Zhang Jiangshan, 19 years old, 7th level strength; Luo Gang, 19 years old, 7th level strength;
Qing: Wu Shanyun, 26 years old, has a first-stage airway; Leng Zhuer, 25 years old, has a second-stage airway; Long Xiangtian, 28 years old, has a third-stage airway;
Middle: Xiao Jihai, 48 years old, with Qi section 7; Wu Gumei, 43 years old, with Qi section 6; Chen Zhiwen, 49 years old, with Qi section 8...
Among the young people, the three categories are clearly the simulated list for the Huangzhou Sect Competition in the spring of next year.
——Situ Bai calculated and simulated the list of representatives that Zhongnan Sword Mansion might dispatch based on intelligence information.
Catch them all in one go.
Situ Bai's mouth showed a smile with a hint of wisdom: "Three years have passed, and there is no progress. The old are old, the strong are bound, the young have no way to survive, and the South Sword Mansion will be destroyed. Our Tiandu Sect will definitely be able to unify the wilderness.
Continent and become the overlord of the continent!"
After saying that, I couldn't help laughing.
…
"I want peace..."
"No big deal..."
"Relax your mind and overcome difficulties..."
"Yes, I can certainly do it..."
when!
There was a vague sound of bells ringing in my ears, lingering.
The sound of the bell was melodious and deafening - it was already the early morning of the third day, but how could the sound of the sword training bell reach the basement of Wujian Building?
Could it be that you are hallucinating?
The dust in the distance, the fallen leaves beside you, the clouds in the sky... Dust returns to dust, soil returns to earth, the trajectory of fallen leaves flying, the changing patterns of clouds...
After seeing through it and tracing back to the essence, a sword light suddenly appeared with unparalleled sharpness, and finally hit Liang Qiufeng's Yintang, no longer distinguishing between them.
"The Eight Swords of Yongzi", the first form, "Pointing Sword Form".
The true energy in the body is like an excited stream, flowing happily in the meridians, and suddenly the Dantian feels wider and deeper - a breakthrough, the fourth level of strength.
"Liang Qiufeng, your time has come."
Mr. Qin's voice was calm yet dignified.
Liang Qiufeng stood up suddenly and walked out of the stone house.
Mr. Qin took over the sword title that recorded "The Thirty-Six Swords of Chasing the Wind". As expected, Liang Qiu Fenggen didn't crack it... Hey, this guy's physical cultivation has broken through, reaching the fourth level of strength. Haha, it can be considered a failure.
To the east, harvest the mulberry trees.
"Liang Qiufeng, there is no need to feel sad. You are still young. As long as you work hard and make progress, you will definitely have a chance to make a comeback in the future."
Looking at Liang Qiufeng, Mr. Qin offered words of comfort.
Liang Qiufeng smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Qin."
His smile was very sincere, not forced at all, and it seemed that he had not cracked "The Thirty-Six Swords of Chasing the Wind" and had no influence on him at all.
Mr. Qin couldn't help but murmur in his heart: What a good boy, he is an open-minded person by nature.