(I am quite satisfied with the ten steps of this chapter tonight, and it took time to write, but it feels very good, very good. Well, as usual, please vote and collect.)
Many inmates on probation have made various speculations, but the owner of the seven thatched houses near the water is miserable.
They were caught in the Tai Chi cycle and the Yin and Yang field, and their energy and blood were in control. In addition, they had actively activated it before, and now they couldn't stop even if they wanted to.
The qi and blood fist power of the seven people was like a blood and qi furnace, and Su Qinian was placed in it, extracted in every possible way, and refined into refined steel.
At this time, the seven of them still didn't know what Su Qinian was thinking. He was treating them as coolies, using their energy and blood fist power to forcefully penetrate the bones and break through the bone layer to temper the marrow blood.
Normally, martial arts practitioners build the foundation, step by step. The marrow blood is located in the middle of the human skeleton, the marrow sea. It is very difficult to temper the qi and blood. It is blocked by the bone layer and has to penetrate minute by minute. Therefore, the practice of this level of kung fu
, the time and month consumption is very long, and even almost catches up with the sum of the previous six levels of kung fu.
Such hard work was turned into a furnace of fire by Su Qinian with the help of the fists of seven of Xiaoyao Valley's top death row inmates, just like the celestial weapon masters tempering gold and iron, refining and forging thousands of times, and the results were immediate.
Now, Su Qinian's body is almost as transparent as water, with bright red blood, white bones, and a few shadows in his internal organs.
As if he were in a raging fire, Su Qinian was extremely bold to use the power of Qi and blood fists to refine the marrow in this way, but he had mental power within him. The power of the first level of "Ecstasy" was operating to the extreme, and the mental power turned into thousands of threads.
Thousands of strands penetrate into the body, forcefully pulling it, and restraining every ounce of blood and energy.
It's just him. If anyone else acts randomly like this, the seven strands of blood that are not much weaker than his will enter the body, and the five internal organs will be displaced, the meridians will burst, and he will become disabled.
Gurgling! Gurgling!
Slowly, the bones belonging to Su Qinian gradually became transparent, and you could see the bright red marrow blood flowing in the marrow sea. It was not very fast, and it seemed to have a sticky feeling, gurgling.<
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There was a fresh aroma coming from his mouth, and Su Qinian couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. His mouth was full of sweetness, like nectar.
Marrow blood makes fine wine!
Su Qinian's heart moved. The bone marrow produces blood. Refining the marrow is equivalent to exchanging blood. In exchange for all the impurities in the blood, an impure body will naturally be achieved. The saliva produces fragrance, like nectar, which shows that the effort of refining the marrow has already begun. It can be regarded as a small task.
It’s done.
At this time, Su Qinian looked at the masters of the seven fists. Each one of them looked pale and had a huge loss of energy and blood. If he wanted to make up for it, he would have to cultivate carefully for several days, and he could not go into the mountains to collect medicine.
With a thought in his mind, Su Qinian twisted his seven punches and fought back.
Poof! Poof!
The seven people were knocked away, and they were all vomiting blood. Although they looked more seriously injured, if you look carefully, the color on their faces had barely recovered.
"What a subtle power control!"
The two brothers in the ninth thatched house gritted their teeth. They were so damned. They still can't believe how their lives could have undergone such a transformation in just one month.
The transparent body slowly returned to flesh color, and Su Qinian let out a long roar, and the air behind him twisted violently.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There was a sound of hoofs hitting the ground, which was very dull and depressing. It was a fierce horse with a body as red as fire, a long mane, and hoofs as big as bowls, stepping out of the twisted air.
Its eyes are very unruly, but behind Su Qinian, it looks very tame. The ups and downs of the horse's hooves are light and strong, and its posture is elegant, but it also shows a sense of strength.
"Sweat and blood, sweat and blood BMW!"
The surrounding prisoners on death row were all shocked, struggled to speak, and stepped back involuntarily.
Su Qinian's eyes are not very sharp, nor are they gentle after experiencing the world, but are grand, bright or magnanimous.
Yes, his eyes were open and broad as he scanned everyone, his spine was straight and his black hair was fluttering. Even though his dark green robe was not very luxurious, and it was far inferior to many suspended prisoners wearing silk satin robes, at this moment, in the eyes of the suspended prisoners
Inside, there is a temperament that cannot be ignored, as if the sun illuminates the darkness, making them clearly aware of the dirt in their hearts, with no escape and every detail.
Along the path where the crowd gave way, Su Qinian gradually walked away.
The owners of the thatched houses near the water looked at the man and the horse struggling to get up with complicated expressions.
"The body of the horse is still a bit illusory, but it has begun to take shape. It may not have the strength to reach a thousand catties, but it definitely has the strength of seven or eight hundred catties."
"Could the young Marquis know something..."
Some of the prisoners on death row whispered, feeling uncontrollable envy after being ashamed. Living in Xiaoyao Valley, they were eager to build foundations more than any other people in the martial arts world. They walked on the edge of life and death every day, even sleeping peacefully at night.
I can’t keep my mind at peace.
They understand that, like Su Qinian, it is possible to completely push the seventh level of "Turtle and Snake Technique" to perfection within a year, and have the qualifications to try to build the foundation, open up the Dantian, and nurture the inner family's true energy. p>
On the waterfront.
Taoist Jingdu looked at the young man in front of him. His beard seemed to have been combed and was no longer so thick.
Without saying anything else, Su Qinian bowed to the Taoist.
Waving his hands, Taoist Jingdu turned and left. After walking a little further, a faint voice sounded, which seemed to be a poem, but it was not ordinary, more like a song.
"There is a big wind ahead, the yin and yang are both dogs, nine layers of loess, life and death will never look back..."
……
"Nine layers of loess, life and death will never look back. Nine layers of loess, life and death will never look back..."
Walking in the deep mountains and old forests, Su Qinian chanted, Taoist Jingdu's singing was full of tragedy and great pride. This made Su Qinian increasingly unable to see through the delicate thoughts of this seemingly rude Taoist.
It’s often confusing.
Qingyang Peak.
When he came to the foot of the mountain again, Su Qinian took a serious mountain road. The mountain road was winding and he could see some smooth stone surfaces and broken branches. Apparently someone had taken the first step and simply cleaned it up.
Qingyang Stream, the stone path down the stream has traces of knives and axes, and simple stone steps have been cut out one after another. The moss has been removed, but it is much safer than before.
Some gravel and weeds were piled outside the palace gate. Su Qinian stood in front of the Qingyang Palace and looked up at the plaque inscribed in the handwriting of the first Qingyang Palace owner. He also wiped it with clean water. Although it was full of cracks, the words Qingyang Palace had already been written.
Clearly visible.
"Good calligraphy! What a heavy metal and stone spirit!"
Seeing these three words clearly, Su Qinian couldn't help but admire. He was also a scholar. He was devoted to the teachings of sages and sages. He practiced writing and calligraphy since he was a child. Now that he has read many poems and books in the past fifteen years, how many times have he spent between the rise and fall of his pen?
It's quite meaningful, but compared with the three words "Qingyang Palace", it pales into insignificance, and the spirit, energy and spirit are not on the same level at all.
"The master of a peak, a person who proves the Tao Yuanshen, has another level of grasp of the principles of the world and the movement of heaven. I am afraid that all such figures are great scholars. The principles suppress the power, and the power upholds the moral. It is impossible to appear in the past life
Some heroes in the biographies of knights who cannot read Chinese characters can only be called martial artists."
Su Qinian sighed, even from the ups and downs of the three words on the plaque, he could catch the hidden edge. It was obvious that this first-generation peak master was profound in martial arts and left his own edge in the words.
, even though they are thousands of years apart, they have not been completely erased by time.
Entering the Qingyang Palace, Su Qinian couldn't help but laugh, because the fat man Qingye had a big white cloth on his head and a long-handled broom in his hand. He took off his Taoist robe and wrapped it around his waist, revealing the snow-white lining. As the weeds and sand were cleaned,
He was covered in dust, sweat was visible on his forehead, and he was cursing.
"The dog-day miscellaneous room, the damn Jinghe old miscellaneous hairy! Jinghis grandma's river! Dip the river! Dip the pig cage!"
Not far away, Qing Yu helplessly wiped his sweat beads, shook his head towards Su Qinian who walked in, smiled bitterly, and said: "It seems it's not as simple as imagined."
Taking over a broom, Su Qinian also joined in.
Lifting his feet to step on a few weeds that had slipped through the net, Su Qinian buried his head and said, "It's the handyman who refuses to send anyone."
Blicking off a piece of dirt on his Taoist robe, Qingyu said in a deep voice: "Each peak has its own land and income. If you want to hire people for the handyman's house, you have to collect money and spend money, or we, Qingyang Peak, can open our own handyman's house.
Call the disciples from the outer courtyard who have passed their age to settle in and wait for dispatch." (I am quite satisfied with this chapter tonight, and it was overtime to write, but it feels very good, very good. Well, as usual, please vote and collect.)