The Seven Monsters of Jiangnan gathered together again, all dejected.
Zhu Cong, a masterful scholar, shook his fan: "The situation has become obvious. None of us are good at practicing internal skills!"
Han Xiaoying couldn't believe it: "It's impossible. My mother said that I was very smart since I was a child. I still know how to run home when it rains."
Six monsters:
After a moment of silence, Zhu Cong continued: "The so-called practice of martial arts without practicing kung fu will lead to nothing.
We didn't teach Jing'er Neigong in the past because we were worried that he would be distracted. Now that he's enlightened and his martial arts skills are improving rapidly, we're afraid we won't be able to teach him Neigong in another year or two, so I suggest teaching him Neigong."
Ke Zhen'e nodded: "Second brother is right."
Han Xiaoying was surprised: "Second brother, what kind of internal strength should I teach Jing'er? The internal strength of the few of us is generated by our own qi and blood, so we can't teach it."
Zhu Cong smiled and took out a book from his arms again: "I think this book is good. The basic internal skills of Quanzhen Sect: Quanzhen Dao Song."
Han Xiaoying was dumbfounded: "Second brother, couldn't this be given to you by Taoist Qiu?"
"That's not true. Every wealthy family in Shandong Prefecture has a copy of this stuff. As long as those high-ranking officials and wealthy families want to seek immortality, the Quanzhen Sect will give them this stuff to help them meditate and cultivate themselves.
It is said that entry-level disciples of the Quanzhen Sect can also practice this."
Han Baoju was very unhappy: "Boy, what do you mean? You just asked Jing'er to practice the internal skills of other sects, but in the end you gave him the most basic Quanzhen internal skills.
How afraid are you of that Qiu Chuji?"
The others also nodded secretly and couldn't figure it out.
"Second brother, tell me what you think." Ke Zhen'e asked.
Zhu Cong responded quickly: "Brother, you don't know something. This Quanzhen Dao Song is righteous and peaceful. Although cultivation is slow, there is no risk.
If I can worship other famous teachers in the future, it will be convenient to switch to other internal skills.
Moreover, Jing'er can now see inside and has strong qi and blood. She can refine the qi much faster than ordinary people, so the problem of slow cultivation speed does not exist.
The most important thing is that several of us know nothing about the practice of internal energy and cannot give any guidance to Jing'er.
So I think this internal skill is the most suitable for him at the moment."
After hearing this, Han Baoju raised his thumb and said, "Second brother, you are worthy of having read a book, and your brain is very flexible, absolutely amazing!"
As for the issue of stealing lessons.
This Quanzhen Dao Song is just like Shaolin Luohan Boxing. As long as you are a person in the martial arts world, you cannot say that you have seen the world if you don't know how to use both techniques.
In the afternoon, as soon as Guo Jing came, Zhu Cong smiled.
"Jing'er, come on, come on, today we will teach you a magical skill unique to me, the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, the number one internal skill in Jiangnan: the Heart of Heaven!
Because it is a magical skill, you must not tell anyone, otherwise it may cause death to you! It may even harm your mother!"
When Guo Jing heard this, he quickly said: "Second Master, don't worry, I will never tell you, but what is internal strength?"
Zhu Cong thought for a while and said: "Internal strength, it is internal strength. Do you remember the black wind and the two demons last year? They flew several feet high, light and elegant, and none of us can catch up. It is internal strength."
"Okay, I want to learn!" Guo Jing was immediately happy. You should know that he sometimes dreams of flying in the sky, and he feels regretful every time he wakes up.
Why can't I fly freely like in my dream?
Zhu Cong smiled and threw him a book: "Okay, then you can learn by yourself."
Guo Jing was stunned: "Second Master, won't you teach me?"
Zhu Cong turned around and looked into the distance with deep eyes.
"This Heavenly Way of Mind, the ultimate understanding, is as mysterious as it is profound. Everyone has his or her own destiny. If you understand, you understand. If you don't understand, you don't understand. You can't teach it by teaching. Only by understanding it yourself is the most suitable thing for you.
."
Guo Jing was a little confused, even a little confused.
This internal skill seems so powerful!
The expressions of the seven brothers and sisters were very strange, and even their faces began to twitch.
This guy even deceives children and has such a dark heart. What should they do if they can't help but laugh?
"Pfft!" The third child was the most impatient and laughed out loud.
"Third Master, why are you laughing?"
"Oh, I remembered something happy!"
"Hahahaha~"
All seven of them couldn't help laughing.
…
At night, Guo Jing followed the instructions of his seven masters and practiced his internal strength for a while before going to bed. The masters told him that practicing this internal strength would also help him sleep.
"When the Great Dao was first cultivated, it opened to the nine orifices, which were originally located at the Weilu point..."
Recite the mantra silently, use your thoughts to transport qi and blood, and refine the qi.
After a while, Guo Jing seemed to see a different world. There were colorful lights inside his body and a big yellow cat guarding him outside his body. He was warm and safe, but in the distance was endless silence and darkness.
But there seem to be different light spots in the outside world, which are gathered from time to time and enter the big yellow cat's body.
Guo Jing instinctively felt that those light spots were beneficial to him, and tried to control those light spots to enter his body, but it felt like he had pushed a mountain, and he could not move.
Suddenly, the big yellow cat with closed eyes opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of blue light in the void. He glanced at the little doll under his body, thought about it, flicked his tail, and a light spot entered his body.
Suddenly, Guo Jing felt comfortable, just like the feeling of having practiced martial arts all day in the summer and his whole body was covered in sweat. Then Hua Zheng personally brought him a bowl of ice snow plum soup and drank it in one gulp.
"ah!"
Li Ping in the corner heard the sound, opened her eyes, looked at her son, and fell into deep thought.
The next day, Guo Jing woke up and saw his mother setting up a new tent.
"Mom, what are you doing? Let me help you."
Li Ping said happily: "My son is older, you can sleep alone from now on!"
Guo Jing was a little confused.
In the first year of Song Shaoxi (the first year of Jin Mingchang, 1190), Jamuka, who was dissatisfied with Temujin, joined forces with thirteen tribes including the Taichiwu tribe and raised 30,000 troops to attack Temujin.
Temujin was notified in advance by Jamuka's subordinates, who were also Qilesi people, and gathered 30,000 troops to resist. The two armies fought in the field of Zhu Si in Dalan near the Sangguer River (today's northwest of Wendur Khan in Mongolia).
Just a few days after the war, Guo Jing, mother and son, together with Tuo Lei, Hua Zheng and other children, were arranged to move to a narrow area in the Onan River.
It is easy to defend but difficult to attack here, and the water and grass are not abundant.
Sure enough, Temujin was defeated soon after.
Jamukha and other thirteen tribes stopped to pursue because they were fighting for loot and prisoners, allowing Temujin's tribe to escape the encirclement by chance.
The military camp in the narrow area was filled with countless casualties and wailing.
At the shooting range, Tuo Lei and Hua Zheng did not dare to be lazy any more when practicing archery, with extremely serious expressions.
This time the tribe's losses were too great, and they even truly experienced the cruelty of the grassland: the winner is the king, the loser is the bandit!
Even their father, Khan, looked serious every day, having beaten several slaves to death for trivial matters.
After the training, I dragged Lei to Guo Jing's side and looked at his arrow skills with perfect accuracy, feeling a little envious.
"Guo Jing, aren't Jamuka and my father Khan Anda? Why are they still attacking our tribe and robbing our livestock, property and slaves?"
Guo Jing thought for a moment and shook his head: "I don't know either. My mother said that to be a good person, you have to promise a thousand pieces of gold. So Jamuka is not a good person!"
Tuo Lei and Hua Zheng immediately agreed.
"Guo Jing'an replied, we are brothers for life!" Tuo Lei stretched out his hand and said eagerly.
Guo Jing shook hands: "Of course, you are my Anda, we made an oath to the grassland and the sky, to share good things together and bear difficulties together!
Oh, by the way, according to what we Song people say: we share the blessings and suffer the hardships together!"
Tuo Lei solemnly nodded: "Guo Jing, when Father Khan sends out troops next time, you and I will work together to avenge those tribesmen who have lost their relatives!"
"Okay!" Guo Jing responded loudly, full of fighting spirit.
The uncle and aunt I knew well this time were both killed by Jamuhe. They used to help my mother shepherd sheep and collect grass.
My mother said that in the Guo family, any kindness must be repaid and any hatred must be repaid.
…
Quanzhen Sect, Chunyang Palace.
Qiu Chuji walked in happily: "Senior brother, here is a letter from Da Mo. The Seven Jiangnan Monsters spent six years actually finding the descendants of the Guo family?"
Ma Yu was stunned for a moment and sighed with emotion: "The Seven Heroes are so righteous. Six years. How many six years are there in life?"
Qiu Chuji nodded: "Indeed, I didn't expect that each of these Jiangnan Seven Monsters are really good men who promise a thousand pieces of gold. Mother and son are safe, so I can be worthy of Brother Guo's spirit in heaven.
Hey, if I hadn't killed that dog officer impulsively at that time, I wouldn't have killed Brother Yang and Brother Guo."
"If you know you've made a mistake, correct it. There's no greater good! Junior brother, it's better to act on the safe side in the future. Now I can teach thousands of disciples in Quanzhen just by your thought!" Ma Yu immediately took the opportunity to advise.
A martial arts practitioner with strong energy and blood, but his Quanzhen teaching family has a great career, and he really doesn't do many chivalrous things.
"It's easy! In this case, I still have to go to Prince Wanyan's Mansion to train my apprentice! If I lose the competition, it will not only lose the face of my Quanzhen sect, but also lose the face of my master who is number one in the world!" Qiu Chuji
smiled.
Ma Yu shook his head: "I don't think so about this matter. The Seven Heroes are all practicing external skills. Without years of accumulation, how can they be effective?
But Yang Kang is the heir apparent of the royal family. He takes powerful medicines every day to improve his internal skills. In addition, he uses moves from masters and practices the martial arts taught by Quanzhen.
Do you think this fight is fair?"
Qiu Chuji waved his hand: "How can there be any fairness in this world? Besides, the apprentice competition was not chosen by the seven monsters themselves. Who told them that they were unlucky enough to find Guo Jing."
"Stop talking, I'm going to train my disciples!"
Seeing his junior brother Feng Feng Huo Huo leaving, Ma Yu shook his head.
After thinking for a long time, he decided to wait a few years and send his disciples to the desert to explore Guo Jing's strength. If his skills were low, he would teach him a superior internal skill as compensation.
This also fulfills the chivalrous heart of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan.
"Hey!" Ma Yu sighed.
He is really not easy to be a senior brother, and it takes a lot of effort just to prepare the finishing touches for the junior brothers and sisters.
Not to mention his incompetent disciples.
…
In the second year of Qingyuan of the Song Dynasty (the seventh year of Jin Mingchang, 1196), the Tata'er tribe rebelled against the Jin Dynasty. They were defeated by the troops led by Jin Prime Minister Wanyan Xiang and fled to the Oriza River (now the Ulji River in Dongfang Province, Mongolia).
After Temujin heard the news, he immediately recruited Mongolian troops to follow him, marched to the Orizha River, attacked the Tata'er Fortress, and won a great victory.
This move not only gained the support of the Jin people, but also provided prisoners and property to expand the tribe's strength.
In the sixth year of Qingyuan of the Song Dynasty (the fifth year of Jin Chengan, 1200), Temujin and Wang Khan prepared to attack the Taichiwu tribe.
At this time, Guo Jing was already thirteen years old, but he was already close to the height of many people in the tribe. His skin was bronze due to constant exposure to the sun, his face was simple and honest, and his eyes were particularly deep.
Pasture.
The Seven Jiangnan Monsters restrained Guo Jing together, but when Guo Jing casually waved his hand, a wave of air instantly formed around him.
"Boom~"
Immediately, seven people were knocked away.
Guo Jing looked panicked and hurriedly helped him: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it!"
Zhu Cong and others stood up, but they were not unhappy at all. They looked at each other and laughed.
"a ha ha ha!"
Guo Jing scratched his head: "Masters, why are you laughing?"
Han Baoju punched him as soon as he came up: "You boy, your strength has advanced too quickly. Also, what's wrong with your internal strength? Why does it feel as boundless as the sea? Did you take some magic pill?"
"No, but this internal skill taught to me by my second master is indeed magical. Twelve hours a day, I can function on my own whether walking, sitting, lying down, eating or sleeping." Guo Jing answered honestly.
The seven monsters' eyes widened when they heard this. If it hadn't been for their whim today, they wouldn't have known that their apprentice's internal strength had reached such an extent.
According to common sense, if there is no big medicine for practicing internal strength, wouldn't it take ten or twenty years to be effective?
Also, the practice of internal energy is all about refining energy and transforming it into qi. He has been practicing for twelve hours a day. How can he have enough qi and blood?
Seeing the surprised expressions of the seven masters, Guo Jing asked curiously: "Master, what, am I strong now? Why does Brother Le say that I am so good now that I can't even hit him with a claw?"
"Cough cough cough~" The seven monsters suddenly coughed.
Over the past six years, they have naturally seen how powerful that little yellow cat is.
Once when they heard that Jing'er would be filial to the little yellow cat in the future, they were immediately dissatisfied.
As their master, Jing'er should be filial to them, but why should a cat?
Then the second child thought of playing a trick on them, and in the end the seven of them were pinned to the ground by a cat and hammered, unable to fight back at all.
Only then did they realize that there is a heaven outside the sky.
Faced with his apprentice's curious expression, Zhu Cong stood up.
"Jing'er, we, the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, have been running rampant in the world for many years. Naturally, we have the ability to control the situation. We will draw blood every time we make a move, but it's hard to take action against you.
And our strength can only be ranked in the top five hundred in the entire world.
Are you right? Brother Le is right. His current strength is indeed not strong. He is probably only among the top five hundred in the entire world, and he is in the same league as the seven of us.
You have to continue to work hard in the future.”
The 50th and 499th numbers are not both in the top 500. Zhu Cong feels that what he said is right.
Hearing this, Guo Jing nodded: "I understand, Second Master, I will definitely not slack off from now on."
"Oh, by the way, mother said that she would invite the masters to dinner at noon today, and she also prepared some good wine for you."
The seven brothers and sisters immediately breathed a sigh of relief and left quickly.
If the disciples continue to ask questions, they will probably reveal their secrets.
When they arrived at the camp, Han Baoju asked carelessly: "Sister Li, how many dishes are there today? I heard there are good wines. It's been a long time since I tasted your cooking and I'm so hungry."
"How many dishes can there be? There are nine of us, seven dishes!" Li Ping came out and said with a smile.
Seven Strangers of Jiangnan:
The small tent was completely silent. For a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the little yellow cat eating.
After a while, Li Ping drank several bowls of kumiss with them, and then the scene became lively again.
Li Ping's drinking capacity once again impressed the seven brothers and sisters.
After dinner.
Zhu Cong told Guo Jing: "Jing'er, you will go out with the army in a few days. With your current riding skills and strength, as long as you don't like to fight, you will be able to protect yourself then!"
"But I still want to remind you: the biggest enemy of martial arts practitioners is pride. On the battlefield, the sword has no eyes. You must be careful, careful, and careful again!"
"Yes, the seven of us going to the battlefield will only cause trouble for you. Just protect your mother at home and make sure you come back safely." Han Xiaoying said with concern.
Guo Jing nodded: "I understand."
Han Baoju said: "Jing'er, hurry up and eat. After dinner, I will take you to see a horse."
"Thank you, Fifth Master!"
Han Xiaoying smiled and said: "When your fifth master heard that you were going to fight, he was so anxious that he was so anxious that he was so anxious that he stayed awake and followed a herd of wild horses for half a month.
It seems that I really found a good horse for you."
Han Baoju suddenly blushed and waved his hand: "Haha, apprentice, you should."
"Hahaha~"
Nine people and one cat are together, eating and drinking, loving each other like a big family.
…
I treat the witch as my daughter, but she wants to be my mother.
