Under the big tree with whirling green shadows, Chen Zhiyang was lying there, with his life past floating before his eyes like light and lightning. In the past few years, he has been active in front of the stage, focusing on Feng Shui and Taoist health and food therapy.
Celebrities consecrated names, selected Feng Shui yin houses for rich and powerful officials, and went on TV to talk about health care. He was very busy. His Taoist heart had long been soaked by the Vanity Fair. It was not until this moment that he suddenly realized what it meant to revitalize Taoism.
, who became the ancestor of the resurgence of Longmen Taoism, has become an illusion. Taoist thought is to be pure and tranquil, but his inner demons were born early, and he has already gone astray on the road of cultivating Taoism.
Chen Zhiyang cheered up and sat up cross-legged, looked at Huqiu and said: "As a Taoist, you communicate with the spirit of heaven and earth alone. Learning the Dharma is natural, and teaching the Dharma should be natural. My original intention is only to pass on the Dharma of my ancestors, imitate the Changchun Master, and achieve Taoism.
Dharma karma, if you lose sight of the Tao in one bigoted thought, it will be too late to regret everything."
Li Huqiu sighed: "My original intention is to give you a hard time, but you should not use the little swallow to blackmail me. This is my limit!"
Chen Zhiyang was slightly stunned, "This was beyond Pindao's expectation. The thief king suddenly invited him again and again. Pindao couldn't escape. He hid his daughter just to save his life in case of emergency." He sighed deeply, "
It would be helpful to talk more now, the troops are about to be disbanded, and I still have one thing to ask the King of Thieves for permission."
"This matter ends here! I will not cause trouble to other people in Xuanmen."[
Chen Zhiyang clasped his palms together and said, "Thank you so much!" He closed his eyes and passed away.
A generation of Taoist masters passed away.
There was a majestic and loud call of the eagle in the sky. Li Huqiu looked up and saw that it was the giant eagle iron feather. He knew that Dongyang had arrived.
Not long after, Yan Dongyang actually appeared on the path by the stream, came to Li Huqiu, and said with tears in his eyes: "Brother Hu, the second master and the fourth master both died. I must avenge this with my own hands!"
Li Huqiu comforted him: "They seek kindness and get kindness. Don't be too sad."
Dongyang said: "I came here to say goodbye to you. I will go to Japan tomorrow!"
Li Huqiu said with an expression on his face: "Okay, a hero can only show his true colors when the sea is crossing the sea. Brother Hu supports your decision."
Dongyang was silent for a while and said honestly: "You know I'm not afraid of death, but I know myself. I can't handle this matter alone."
Li Huqiu hummed and motioned for Dongyang to continue.
Dongyang continued: "What I just said was the trick Director Peng gave me. He didn't believe me when I said it didn't work."
Li Huqiu smiled and said: "I know, his idea is that I won't sit back and watch you face danger alone, but he doesn't know that you and I don't need to use this little trick, but this matter will have to wait two days to be resolved.
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Dongyang thought for a while and asked, "Brother Nan is going out of seclusion?"
Li Huqiu said on his forehead, "Brother Xiaonan has been practicing martial arts at home since he came back from his trip to Nanyang. He has cut off all contact with the outside world. It is not an exaggeration to call him a seclusion."
Retreat, also known as sitting in seclusion, comes from Buddhism. It means that an individual or a few people gather together to close the door and concentrate on meditation or sutra study, confession, writing, etc., cutting off all affairs and human contact. Most martial arts practitioners retreat for the purpose of enlightenment
Break through the difficulties in practice or delve into new kung fu. Shang Nan has been in seclusion for nearly a year since returning from Nanyang.
Dongyang was delighted: "I once heard Master Kong say that this kind of retreat must pass through the four major stages of "wind, panting, breathing, and breathing". Each stage is difficult. So Brother Nan has survived it?"
Li Huqiu nodded solemnly: "The purpose of Shang Nan's retreat this time is to impact the realm of Shintoism. The process of trance is full of dangers. At the beginning of the retreat, there are many hallucinations. People who sit in meditation will suddenly feel like "the breeze is blowing from all the apertures." This is because
At the "wind" level, at this stage, it is most easy to become possessed."
In the second stage, when Qi and blood fill the limbs and bones, the person in seclusion will naturally take deep, long and rapid breaths, which is called "breathing". Gradually, the breath will become sluggish and all the internal organs will burn. If you can find the feeling of peace and calm, you will be able to survive.
Passed the second level.
In the third stage, strange sounds caused by shortness of breath are due to the "Qi" barrier, which is another big difficulty. The calmness of the heart is just a matter of mental stability. Functionally, it is still in a state of burning and excitement, and various strange sounds are naturally made between breathing.
The emotions that tempt people to retreat may be manic, lustful, or terrifying. There are all kinds of emotions. It takes a lot of concentration and courage to pass this level. If you can calm down and concentrate on the gods and forget about them, you will have passed the third level.
, entering the final "rest" level.
This is a level that tests the human body's physical strength, spirit and will. Those who pass it are resigned to their fate! Entering this level, the retreat person will enter a state of complete consciousness, so before entering this level, you must have an idea in your mind. Scientifically
The explanation is to leave a sober point before self-hypnosis. After entering this retreat, the person in retreat will make various extreme movements that he would not dare to try easily when he is awake, such as not eating or drinking, based on the consciousness left in his mind before entering the retreat.
Exercise endlessly until you wake up. Throughout the ages, countless great martial arts masters have died from exhaustion in their consciousness during this level.[
Before Shang Nan entered the border, Huqiu tried to stop him, but Xiao Nan's determination was irreversible and he finally entered the border.
In Yanzhai, in front of the quiet room where Li Huqiu cultivates his character and practices boxing, Li Huqiu and Yan Dongyang are looking forward to it. Yan Mingqian leads his son outside the yard and looks worriedly. Chen Huiqi is one step behind her, with the same expression of anticipation.
looked inside.
As soon as the door opened, a tall but skinny young man with baggy clothes and a strong smell came out of it. He looked weak, took three steps, and when he spoke he was very angry: "Don't ask anything, wait for me.
After you’re full, hurry up and get me a roasted chicken or something.”
Yan Mingqian hurriedly handed the child to Chen Huiqi and went to Zhang Luo.
Li Huqiu stopped him in a hurry and shouted: "What the hell, you kid entered the "Xi" Pass fifteen days ago and has been ineating for such a long time. As soon as you come out, you want to eat meat. Even the stomach of God can't bear it. First,
Get him a pail of milk, and give him some meat in half an hour."
After Shang Nan ate, he took a shower. Dongyang asked with concern: "Brother Nan, how are you? Have you passed the test?"
Shang Nan nodded first and then shook his head, "The physical training should be done, but there is still a little opportunity to activate the potential of Shinto." Turning to face Huqiu, his voice was extremely firm: "Brother Hu, I want to solve this matter myself!"
Li Huqiu thought for a while, stood up and walked out, "I'll wait for you for one week, three days to recover your health, one day to find Yang Junhu, and three days to recover from your injuries."
Three days later, Shang Nan has basically returned to his former vigorous and handsome appearance, except that his cheeks are more angular than before due to his thinness, and his eye sockets are convex and larger than before, and he looks a bit more ferocious with dragon horns.
Meaning. When Huqiu saw him, he laughed and praised: "I suddenly changed from a creamy boy to a hardcore boy."
Yan Mingqian walked silently outside the gate. Shang Nan turned around and took her hand, saying softly: "Sister, come back, don't worry."
Yan Ming couldn't let go, but she knew very well that these men were obsessed with martial arts more than anything else, and what she admired was the strength created by this persistence. Just as Xiao Luoyan never interfered with the Tiger Hill adventure
, Yan Mingqian was not willing to hold Shang Nan back. Looking for such a man, she could enjoy the romance and excitement of ordinary life, but she also had to accept the risk of becoming a widow at any time. She slightly nodded her head, hands and feet
Subconsciously, she helped Shang Nan tidy up her clothes and said softly: "Be careful." He put an amulet into Shang Nan's pocket, "This is what Huiqi asked for in Lingyin Temple. The one that doesn't work is Feng'erxin."
Beside a deserted forest, two young masters faced each other solemnly.
Shang Nan: "I am Shang Nan, my father is Long Yong!"
Yang Junhu moved slightly and said on his forehead: "Two years ago, I was not ready for my skills and didn't know how to stop. In order to help me enter the divine way, Master Long did not hesitate to use up all his energy to bring out my potential in the ring. After that battle, I was able to
Stepping into Shinto practice, Master Long sacrificed himself and his whole being. He is my half master, and you are my senior brother."
Shang Nan lowered his head in silence for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining, and asked: "Are you lonely?"
Yang Junhu was stunned for a moment, and finally nodded, "Sometimes I just have to vent my strength, and I wish there were rings in the world."
Shang Nan held his head high and said with a domineering attitude: "I have felt this way recently, so I don't want to be your senior brother."
Yang Junhu was pulled by Shang Nan's Qi, and his breath sank. Instead, he looked excited and said, "So you're here too."
Shang Nan shook his head and denied, "There is still a little opportunity. Your opportunity is my father, but my opportunity is you, so please don't show mercy."
Yang Junhu said: "Today's battle is to rectify Master Long's name. The battle is about victory, not life and death. How about we have a literary competition?"
Shang Nan: “Want to hear the details!”
Yang Junhu: "You and I are fighting each other, three punches each. I'll take your three punches first, and you'll take my three punches." [
Shang Nan shook his head: "No!" But he added: "It's too wordy, and it won't be fun to fight! Instead, I will punch you three times. If you can't knock me down, you will be considered defeated."
Yang Junhu praised: "It's so happy, that's what I said."
On a big rock not far away, Li Huqiu saw this and felt funny in his heart. It's a shame these two tiger men could come up with such a stupid idea.
With the first punch, Yang Junhu jumped in front of Shang Nan and went straight to the middle palace.
His body did not change at all, and his huge fists were like heavy hammers in the hands of ancient warriors. The sound of the wind could be heard from far away.
Li Huqiu watched with determination, knowing in his heart that this punch was the strongest punch used by Yang Junhu when he defeated the Japanese swordsman Changquan before he understood the way of divine transformation. It was vast and majestic, but it was too fierce and lacked the aftertaste. He only had to push through it.
The initial sharp edge can save you. If Brother Xiaonan can't even receive this punch, Huqiu will not allow him to come to see Yang Junhu at all.
Sure enough, Shang Nan didn't move his feet, swayed slightly, twisted his waist and hips, raised his right arm and punched straight! It was a head-on fight.
The two fists touched each other, and they discovered that the intention of each other's fists was actually the same as the word domination!
It's like Xiang Yu, the fierce general who died from Qin, met Lu Bu, the god of war in the late Han Dynasty. You are domineering and I am more domineering than you!
After a loud bang, Shang Nan took a step back. Yang Junhu shook his shoulders repeatedly before he stabilized his figure. On the surface, it seemed that Shang Nan lost half the battle, but in fact, Yang Junhu's punch was punched by stepping and stomping his feet, but Shang Nan was not.
It was done by standing still, twisting the waist and turning the hips. Yang Junhu took advantage of the method of exerting force. Therefore, it can be said that it is neither a loss nor a loss.
Yang Junhu was excited: "Sure enough, he is a good boxer! He is indeed the son of Master Long."
Shang Nan's expression on his face and his eyes flashed with fanaticism as he stared at Yang Junhu. He felt a surging force in his body that was about to burst out. The muscles and bones all over his body were swollen by this force as if they were about to burst. He was shaken by the huge pain.
His mind was so high that his black hair was so angry that he couldn't hold it back. He couldn't care less about the rules and shouted loudly: "Look at my punch this time!" After saying that, he waved his arms and stepped on his feet, and punched out!
Yang Junhu followed Shang Nan's example, staying still and shouting, "Good job!" He raised his fist to meet the attack.
There was another loud noise. This time, Shang Nan stayed on the spot and Yang Junhu retreated.
The two looked at each other, and suddenly they burst out laughing wildly, hahaha, Yang Junhu said: "There is one last punch!"
Not to be outdone, Shang Nan said, "You and I must show our full potential."
Yang Junhu nodded heavily, and then the bones in his body began to crackle loudly. In a short time, his whole body shrank from a giant man of more than two meters to an ordinary figure of about 1.7 meters. Shang Nan also made loud noises in his joints, but instead changed from a giant to an ordinary figure of about 1.7 meters.
Mijiu's height grew into a giant of two meters three.
Yang Junhu punched out, the sound and the air seemed to have lost resistance. His fist seemed to arrive in front of Shang Nan with just one movement. Shang Nan also took the offensive, and the fist he swung seemed to be extremely slow, but he hit Yang Junhu's iron fist in time.
Reject it in front of you.
When Li Huqiu saw this, he couldn't help but twitch his index finger. He praised it in his heart, what a good punch! Both of their boxing skills have reached the stage where traces can be traced and rules can be followed. Yang Junhu's boxing is so fast that he has almost mastered it.
Part of the method uses air flow. Although Brother Xiao Nan's punch is slow, it is better than Shang Nan. After Shang Nan went through the pain of seclusion, his mind has entered the divine way for the first time and can predict the opportunity. This punch seems to be that he has accumulated all the energy.
Potential and leisurely work are waiting for Yang Junhu there.
After the loud bang, there is a lingering aftertaste!
Yang Junhu stepped back continuously, and Shang Nan also stepped back continuously. One step! Two steps! Three steps! Four steps! Five steps! Six steps! Yang Junhu took another step back, and finally An Ran Chi stabilized his figure. But Shang Nan
Stopped abruptly at step six!
Yang Junhu showed admiration, bowed and saluted, "I lost!"
Shang Nan accepted the gift calmly, "We agreed before that we would only discuss victory or defeat, not life and death. Today, I am not as good as my father back then, so I have overcome and survived, and my father's name has been confirmed."
Yang Junhu said: "I have the best medicine for internal injuries here. With your physical strength, you can recover as before at most three days after using it." After saying that, he threw a porcelain bottle. "Just take it internally."
Shang Nan took it and said, "Thank you very much. I will be traveling east to Japan with my brother in three days. Your medicine comes just in time." After that, he unscrewed the cap and poured the medicine into his belly.
Yang Junhu praised: "What a man!"
However, Shang Nan looked cold and said before turning around: "See you later."
In Japan, inside Fukang Temple, there is a dry landscape room carefully built by Xi Xuan Shigemu. The old Japanese soldier Xi Xuan is preaching to Mochizuki Yanfo.
"If you beat a foot, half of it will be taken every day, and it will last forever." Xixuan asked: "What is the meaning of this sentence?"
Moonlight Buddha: "If you cut half of a foot-long whip stick every day, you will never be able to finish it! This is what the Chinese sage Zhuang Zhou said three thousand years ago. It is saying that matter can be divided to a limit. Three thousand years ago,
It’s really amazing that people can understand this truth.”
Nishigen Mogi nodded slightly and said with satisfaction: "That's very good, but have you ever thought that when manpower is exhausted, even the most powerful swordsman will not be able to do this."
Wangyue Yanfo respectfully said: "Yes!"
Nishigen Mogi stretched out his skinny hand and threw a piece of green leaf into the air, and then waved continuously. The green leaf was interrupted every time he waved. In the end, he was seen waving but not the green leaf. After he stopped, he stretched out his hand and handed it to
He looked into the palm of Mochizuki Yanfo's hand and said seriously: "Look carefully at this remaining leaf, and use your Mochizuki family's heirloom sword 'Tiger Toru' to cut out such a small remaining leaf. Can you do it?"
Mochizuki Yanbuto looked at it with reverence, shook his head and said: "Even a great master of swordsmanship like my father, who has already understood Bastori, can't do it. The teacher's skills are really like a fairy."
Nishigen Motegi: "'Tora Tetsu' is one of the top ten sharp knives in Japan. Of course my hand cannot be sharper than it, but the air driven by the edge of my hand can! And this kind of sharpness is almost limitless, so I
The palm of the hand can do things that even the famous sword 'Toratsu' can't do. This is actually the power of nature! When you look at these dry landscapes here, what you understand is not the skills but the way of heaven. As much as you can understand, you can use it.
What a force of nature.”
There were footsteps outside the door, and Mochizuki River, wearing a traditional kimono and a special hairstyle from the Kamakura shogunate era, hurried in with a corpse in his hands.
Ever since Nishigen Mogi returned from China, the inconspicuous little garden of Fukang Temple has become a forbidden area. Unless there is something very special, Mochizuki River dare not disturb it.
Nishigen Mogi asked: "Who is this?"
Mochizuki River put the body down, bowed to Nishi Xuan, and said: "Excuse me, this is Heigang Zongjie. He is the ninja second only to me in the current dark ninja style. He was killed on the streets of Kyoto. The other party is here.
He left a note on his body, asking you to take a look at the body."
Nishigen Mogi moved slightly and said on his forehead: "Heixiang Zongjie, I know this person, but it is not accurate for you to say that he is the ninja second only to you!"
Mochizuki Chuan hurriedly bowed and said: "Yes, please forgive me for forgetting you, because I think you are no longer considered a ninja."
Nishigen Mogi had no reaction to such compliments and shook his head: "That's not true. I mean, Heigang Muneki is actually a ninja no less than you!" He squatted down in front of the corpse and looked at it carefully for a while and said: "A few years ago.
His mental swordsmanship is not inferior to yours. He has always hidden his strength in order not to affect the majesty of your sect master. If I don't take action, there are only two people in Japan who can kill him head-on, but this method is not
Nishizhe of the Yagyu family and Fuuma Goro of Hokkaido, this man killed Sokai-kun so easily that he only had time to touch the short sword at his waist."
Wang Yuechuan said: "One of Pingxiang Zongjiejun's bodyguards came back alive. According to him, the situation at that time lasted only a moment. Before the six bodyguards had time to draw their guns, Zongjiejun was knocked down by that person. At that time,
While they were drawing their guns, the man took a few steps between them, and his companions were all dead."
Nishigen Mogi put his skinny hand on Heigang Zongjie's sternum and sighed: "This is a Tai Chi technique. The person who performed it is already at the same level as me. However, although this punch is vast and powerful, it is a little under control."