With the breakthrough of this level in your body, your originally violent and restless energy suddenly seemed to have found an outlet to vent, and it quickly surged towards it, like water pouring out one after another.
But the difference is that these violent torrents of true energy, after passing through that level, are like passing through a gate of heaven. The violent and uneasy flow instantly turns into calm and obedient, and the torrent of true energy turns into that flat surface.
The river is moving forward mightily.
The golden light gradually faded away, revealing the smooth skin and strong muscles. Xianwu sat cross-legged in the small cave, with a peaceful and sacred expression, a restrained aura, and integrated with everything around him.
After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and the zhenqi in his body surged like a long river. Boom, his punch suddenly blasted out, and a small crater was punched out in the mountain wall in front of him, causing rocks to fly.
Drive away.
Seeing the effect of this random punch, a smile appeared on Xianwu's face. In his body, he felt the abundant and endless source of Qi. That kind of powerful power made him feel confident.
"It's the seventh floor," he whispered while looking at his fist, with unconcealable joy in it.
He had been attacking the seventh level of the Yi Jin Jing for half a year, spent countless painstaking efforts and endured the dangers and failures of each attack, and finally succeeded tonight.
Now, based on his strong internal strength, he is no longer one of the first-class masters of the older generation. In the future, when he meets someone like Murong Bo, he will no longer be defeated due to lack of internal strength.
The powerful power made him feel heroic, and an indescribable self-confidence naturally emerged in him. A good man should travel everywhere, make achievements, and conquer the world.
At this moment, he suddenly felt like he had traveled all over the world, and he had a sense of confidence that anyone in the world could achieve it. It had been almost twenty years since he came to this world, and it was time to go out.
The night was dim and heavy, with mist and mist, and the moonlight was falling down in wisps. It was already dawn, just at the moment when the night was about to end and the light was about to come.
Nothingness jumped out from the small hole on the mountain wall and landed on the ground. His aura was restrained, and his whole body was simple and calm, giving people a masculine and heavy feeling, without the sharpness before.
If you are not a person with strong martial arts skills, you will never see that such a young monk has superb martial arts skills. He stepped into the dark night, his steps were light and heavy, empty on the outside but solid on the inside.
The idea of going down the mountain to take a look had arisen in his mind, but he didn't do it immediately. At least he wanted to say goodbye to his mother Dong Shirui first, so he was heading towards the cabin at home.
The night was still very dark, and there was still a short period of time before the arrival of morning light. He did not use Qing Gong, but just like a normal person, he moved forward step by step, walking in the dark night, quietly feeling that his home was getting closer step by step.
After walking for about half an hour, just as a ray of morning sunshine came over, he finally reached a cliff opposite the cabin.
Standing on it, you can see the small wooden house not far away standing leaning against the hillside. With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open from the inside, and mother Dong Shirui walked out and walked to the well to start preparing breakfast.
Nowadays, Dong Shirui is nearly forty, and the current life in the mountain village makes her look much older. She didn't have to be like this originally, but she was forced to give up her prosperous life and became an ordinary villager here.
woman.
A wave of heat surged into his heart. He exerted force on his feet, performed Qing Kung Fu, and flew towards the small tree below. In a blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of the yard. He hesitated slightly and walked in.
He had gone home often before, but he had never been so hesitant, so thoughtful, and so reluctant to leave like today.
"Mom," was the first thing Niu Wu said after walking in.
Dong Shirui, who was fetching water by the well, heard the sound and turned around. When he saw nothingness, he immediately said in surprise: "Wu'er, why are you back?" He put down the things in his hands and walked over quickly.
"Mom, I just came back to see you," said Xuwu, and hurried up to greet her. The mother and son arrived at the well, and he helped his mother, Dong Shirui, with her work.
During breakfast, the two of them were eating steamed buns and vegetables on the dining table. "Wu'er, didn't you just come back a few days ago? Why are you back so soon now?" Dong Shirui asked.
"Mom, how old am I?" said Xuwu.
"You are already nineteen years and five months old and will soon be twenty. Why do you suddenly ask this?" Dong Shirui asked strangely.
"Mom, I want to go take a look." After saying that, Xu Wu lowered his head and gnawed on the bun.
When Dong Shirui heard this, he immediately stopped and said after a moment of silence: "It's time for you to go out and have a look. Has the master in the temple agreed?"
"Agreed", Xu Wudao, now he is sweeping the floor in the Sutra Pavilion, no one is paying attention to his whereabouts, except Xu Zhu and the sweeping monk.
The mother and son continued to finish their breakfast. During this period, Dong Shirui warned him from time to time to be more careful when going out, and then helped him pack his luggage. Since Xianwu lived in the temple most of the time, he didn't have much luggage at home.
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Finally, under Dong Shirui's reluctant gaze, Wuwu walked out of the house and walked away step by step. This time, he also did not use Qinggong, but felt the kind and reluctant gaze behind him moving away little by little.
After bidding farewell to his mother and coming out of home, Xuwu did not leave immediately, but immediately went up the mountain again, sneaked into the temple, and found Xu Zhu.
"Xu Zhu, don't talk nonsense to others about my absence in the temple from now on. When you have time, you can help me go down the mountain to see my mother." Finally, he patted Xu Zhu on the shoulder and said this without giving him a chance to speak.
He left immediately.
He did not go to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion to say goodbye to the sweeping monk. He just went back to his residence, took some clothes, and left. Regarding that unfathomable sweeping monk, Xianwu always had the slightest scruples in his heart.
After descending from Shaoshi Mountain, Xuwu walked all the way south. Since there were no horses, he kept using Qinggong at the beginning and walked forward on foot. At this time, he reached the seventh level of the Yi Jin Jing, and his skills were profound and he started running.
It's no worse than riding a horse and running fast.
However, his situation did not last long. One night about three days later, he secretly sneaked into an inn, stole a horse from a group of people in the world, and rode away.
It was a group of three men, who looked like three brothers. The weapons used by the three men were a pair of sharp claws made of steel on their hands, and they were wearing gray short clothes.
The rivers and lakes are like a huge dye vat, where there are many colors and all kinds of colors exist. If a simple and kind-hearted person enters it, no matter how careful he is, he will be dyed with one or two colors.
Not to mention a monk like Xianwu who was not innocent at all. Not long after he stole the horse, he felt that his monk's robes were too ugly, so he ran to a tailor shop to steal several pieces of clothing and put them on himself.
, dressing himself up as a well-packed young knight.
Wearing a white silk cloth, a purple hard coat, and a gray felt hat on his head, he covered his shiny bald head and rode on the road.
Of course, in order to go out, in addition to the means of transportation and the decorative clothes, you also need the money that can be used in the world. He has worked twice, and he doesn't mind at all on a dark and windy night.
Into a large family.
When the fat wealthy businessman was having an important event in his life with the concubine he didn't know was his, he kicked the door open and forced the wealthy businessman to force him despite the fact that he was peeing with fear.
He opened the treasure house, took away more than a dozen gold bars and dozens of large banknotes, climbed over the wall and left in a swaggering manner.
Xingwu, dressed in purple, was riding on a horse, walking with a swagger, looking down at his own outfit, shaking his head and saying: "A chivalrous person breaks the law with force, a Confucian uses literature to mess up the law, Amitabha, it's a crime, the monk is robbing the rich and giving to the poor, robbing the rich and giving to the poor.
The rich help the poor.”
He suddenly whipped his riding whip fiercely, and with a snap, the horse neighed, galloped with all four hooves, and rode away. A long laugh came from far away from the horse's back, which made him feel very proud.
On this trip to the south, he drove very fast and non-stop. He would immediately replenish food wherever he went, then ask the locals for the route, and then continue on his way.
The main purpose of his trip was the Dali Duan clan's Six Meridians Divine Sword, the Beiming Divine Skill hidden in the Infinite Jade Cave, and the Lingbo Weibu. These three martial arts were among the best in the world. How could he do it?
Don't be tempted.
According to the records in the novel, Duan Yu acquired these three martial arts when he was about 20 years old. Now he is almost 20 years old, and Duan Yu seems to have been born some time earlier than him. I wonder if he is now
Already achieved magical power.
Xianwu was anxious in his heart, so he did not dare to pause at all. Along the way, he had already killed several fast horses one after another. Except for the first one that he stole, the other horses were all bought by him with a lot of money.
A thousand-mile horse.
That day, at dusk, he rode a fast horse to the door of an inn. This inn had no village in front and no inn behind it. It was located in the middle of barren mountains and ridges, making it look very lonely.
A thousand-mile-long horse was already out of breath after being ridden by him. When it saw the inn in front of it, it neighed, as if it knew that its owner was going to rest here and was cheering for it.
Xu Wu got off his horse, walked to the door of the inn, handed the horse to the waiter, and walked in. The moment he entered, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the manger on the left.
There were several horses parked there, and Xianwu's own horse was also led there by the waiter in the shop. What he saw was one of the tall black horses.
This horse is majestic and vigorous, and its coat is dark and pure. With the knowledge he has learned from the horse dealer in recent times, Wuwu can easily recognize that this is a famous horse that is hard to buy for a lot of money. Compared with his own
All the horses I rode before were much better.
The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, he turned around and walked straight in, but the black horse was already remembered in his mind. He might change horses tomorrow morning, he thought in his mind.dd