Ling Jing pondered for a moment and thought to himself, the Hengshan Sect has been assassinated by the Songshan Sect and the Huashan Sect of the alliance recently. It seems that Master Dingyi has become a little discouraged, so she has not invited the new leader to the succession ceremony.
Comrades from the martial arts community came to watch the ceremony. If not, the Hengshan Sect would have been full of guests in the first few days of the ceremony.
"Being respectful is not as good as obeying orders, so please forgive me for disturbing you." Ling Jing nodded and responded.
Master Dingyi smiled slightly and said, "Young hero, please come this way."
Under the guidance of Master Dingyi, Ling Jing followed everyone up to the main peak of the Hengshan Sect to meet the surnamed Feng, which also took him half a day.
The main nunnery of the Hengshan sect, the Wuse Nunnery, is a small nunnery. There are more than thirty tile houses next to the nunnery, which are occupied by disciples. Ling Jing saw that the Wuse Nunnery only had two entrances. Compared with the magnificent Shaolin Temple, it looked like ants.
Compared to an elephant.
When I came to the nunnery, I saw a white-clad Guanyin enshrined in the hall. The surroundings were spotless and the furnishings were simple. Unexpectedly, the Hengshan sect was so powerful that the main nunnery was so simple.
"The simplicity of the nunnery makes the young hero laugh." Master Dingyi said with a smile as she led Ling Jing to visit various nunneries.
"Oh, Master, you are too polite." But he was really surprised in his heart. With the prestige of the Hengshan Sect in the martial arts world now, I don't know how many rich people and members would rush to send their children to the mountains to practice martial arts, but how could they be so poor?
So?
After visiting Feng, it was already getting late. Master Dingyi finally ordered Zheng E to take Ling Jing to Fengxi's guest room.
All members of the Hengshan sect are women, and the guest rooms in the west of the peak are generally only used for the accommodation of the parents of the female disciples of the sect when they visit the peak. The distance from the main nunnery is not short.
While walking on the road, Zheng E, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, would steal glances at Ling Jing's profile from time to time. The look in his eyes was both grateful and curious.
"Junior sister Zheng, why are you always looking at me?" Ling Jing's mind is so sharp, how could some of Zheng E's little moves escape his eyes.
"ah?"
Zheng E whispered, his face turned red: "Ling, Ling Shaoxia, I, I don't..." He looked at a loss.
Ling Jing smiled and said, "You don't have to call me Young Hero. If you don't mind, how about you call me Brother Ling?"
"Huh?" Zheng E's face turned red, and he looked at Ling Jing secretly. Seeing that he had a gentle expression, and there was always a faint smile on his jade-like face, which made people's hearts beat wildly when they saw him.
.
"Ling, Brother Ling."
Ling Jing laughed, seeing that Zheng E was still a little cautious, and felt a little strange in his heart. Back in Fujian, this little junior sister was not so afraid of him.
"Junior sister Zheng, are you afraid of me?" he asked curiously.
Zheng E shook his head and said with a smile: "Brother Ling avenged my master. Zheng E was only grateful and not afraid. It's just..." He secretly looked at Ling Jing's side face and said cautiously: "Ling
Brother, did you really lead people to attack the Shaolin Temple and defeat Zuo Lengchan and Taoist Chongxu in succession?"
A delicate little face the size of a palm was full of curiosity and admiration. He thought to himself, Zuo Lengchan, the great thief slayer, is known as the number one person in the Five Mountains Sword Sect. His martial arts are unfathomable, and Taoist Chongxu of the Wudang Sect is even more...
He is one of the three great masters in the world today. Even if he wants to compete with Master Fang Zheng of Shaolin Temple in swordsmanship and martial arts, he will not give in. Could it be that Brother Ling's martial arts is really so high that even these two people are not?
His opponent?
Ling Jing paused after hearing this, but he did not expect that the news of the battle in Shaolin Temple would spread so quickly. In less than ten days, everyone in the Hengshan Sect got the news.
He shook his head and smiled and said: "That's because Taoist Chongxu has a broad mind and doesn't want to argue with a junior like me, so he deliberately gives in. In fact, Taoist Priest's swordsmanship has reached a level that is difficult for ordinary people to reach, and I am still far behind."
Woolen cloth."
He has always suspected that Taoist Chongxu's swordsmanship has reached the second level of artistic conception. If not, just an ordinary artistic conception master cannot compare with the first level of artistic conception of "Dugu Nine Swords".
Zheng E nodded in confusion. The younger generation of disciples like them only understood the subtleties of moves and the depth of internal strength. As for "realm", for them, it was
It is like a book from heaven, the true meaning of which cannot be understood.
Zheng E knew that his martial arts skills were shallow and he did not dare to think too much about such advanced things. He suddenly smiled and said: "But Brother Ling is also very powerful. At least Zuo Lengchan is no match for you."
Ling Jing's previous words did not mention Zuo Lengchan at all. With Zheng E's intelligence, he naturally knew the meaning of Ling Jing's words.
Ling Jing smiled noncommittally and walked for about a while, finally arriving in front of three large rooms.
"Okay, Junior Sister Zheng. You'd better go back to see Feng as soon as possible. Tomorrow will be the succession ceremony for Master Dingyi, so you must be very busy today."
Before leaving, he saw many disciples of the Hengshan Sect coming in and out, very busy, and seemed to be cleaning the nunneries and residences of the sect.
Zheng E nodded, suddenly rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Brother Ling, can I ask Senior Sister Yilin to come over and talk to you? You should be bored here alone."
Ling Jing laughed when he heard this and reached out to tap Zheng E's forehead lightly.
"How can you come up with so many crazy thoughts at such a young age?"
"Ouch." Zheng E pouted, covered his forehead, suddenly made a grimace, jumped back and ran back, saying: "Brother Ling, you don't know the heart of a good person, huh."
The moaning sound gradually faded away.
Ling Jing watched the little girl disappear, smiled and shook his head, turned around and walked into the guest room behind him, but saw that there was only a bed and a table in the room, which was very simple, and the doors, windows, tables and chairs were all old. The poverty of the Hengshan sect,
It's evident.
"Although Buddhist disciples do not stagnate to external things, there is no need to live like an ascetic, right?"
He couldn't understand why the Hengshan Sect was so poor, but he thought that the Shaolin Temple was a major sect of Buddhism, and the buildings in the temple were so magnificent, and Master Fang Zheng did not delay his cultivation of Buddhism because of these external objects, so the Hengshan Sect was so poor.
Living a life of poverty is really hard to understand.
I found a place anywhere in the house, moved a chair to sit down, and asked the system to list the top five mental methods of "The Great Shift of the Universe" one by one.
The "Great Shift of the Universe" technique originated from the Persian Zoroastrian Cult and is the treasure of the religion. The martial arts principles are diverse and exquisite, and the changes are miraculous. It is the pinnacle of the martial arts in the Western Regions. The technique is divided into seven levels. Those with the highest surname of Wu can practice it.
The first level takes seven years, and the second level is doubled. It becomes more and more difficult. The author of the secret manual has only practiced it to the sixth level. The person who has practiced it to the seventh level is actually the first person in history.
"Act at will, not using your mind but using your mind without any hesitation, and never let the violent energy block the strange meridians. The strange meridians are the nerves, and the nerves travel along them. The so-called "I am free to wander, the universe is greatly moved." This is because of the body of pure Yang, and the pure
Yin body, practice dual cultivation together, without moving the body, only use the mind, the mind will move the body to keep it, and the spirit will keep it."
Ling Jing watched the formulas flash through his eyes, his expression solemn, as if he was thinking deeply.
"The "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" has nine main functions, including stimulating maximum potential, gathering martial arts principles, creating weaknesses for opponents, accumulating strength, sticking palm strength, pulling and moving the enemy's strength, converting Yin and Yang Qi, borrowing strength to fight, etc.
."
"But what kind of magic does the system need me to control?"
Ling Jing fell into deep thought, stimulating his own potential and leveraging his own strength are the most magical uses of the "Great Shift of the Universe". The higher the level of the skill, the greater the improvement for oneself, but the potential is closely related to the strength of one's own internal strength.
, judging from his current internal strength of more than 3,000 points, his potential is already quite considerable, but if compared with Zhang Wuji at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, it pales into insignificance.
"After cultivating the "Nine Yang Divine Art" to the great state, Zhang Wuji's internal strength is probably around that of a high-level master. His potential is so strong that it is rare in ancient and modern times. He can practice the first level of the "Great Shift of the Universe" in a moment, but I can't
There's no way to do that."
When it comes to Wu surname qualifications, he thinks he is not much worse than Zhang Wuji. However, practicing the "Great Shift of the Universe" requires more than just Wu surname. The strength of one's own internal strength is the most decisive factor.
"Seven years..."
Ling Jing also didn't know what to say. Although the number of "seven years" is only for ordinary people with high enlightenment surnames and does not count the strength of their internal strength, even if he is a junior grandmaster, if he wants to practice
If it is completed, I'm afraid it will take about a year.
"The first level is so difficult to practice."
Ling Jing shook his head slightly. One year was enough for many things to happen in this world. Seeing that chaos was about to break out on Blackwood Cliff, Zuo Lengchan of the Songshan Sect and Yue Buqun of the Huashan Sect were ready to unify the five mountains.
The sword sect and the violent storm in the world are about to come. How can he have so much time to practice martial arts in seclusion?
"There must be a way to practice the first level as quickly as possible." He gently touched the wing of his nose with one hand, frowned in thought, and thought: "Who in the world is most familiar with the "Great Shift of the Universe"?
Of course it has to be the Mingjiao."
With a thought in his mind, he thought that Han Yu and Luo Feng were not very young, but their level of "Great Shift of the Universe" was not low. From this, it seemed that the Mingjiao had been studying this martial art for hundreds of years, and had they discovered something about it?
The trick?
Ling Jing was meditating on his martial arts. The guest room of Hengshan Sect was far to the west of Jianxing Peak. It was inaccessible and quiet. He could only hear the chirping of insects and birds, but could not see any human beings.
At this moment, there was only a "chi" sound, a sharp sound breaking through the air, and a hidden weapon was shot through the window.
Ling Jing's eyes suddenly shrank, he flicked his left sleeve, his strength increased sharply, and he brushed the hidden weapon aside. Then he jumped out of the window, dodged, and chased outside.
Blue light flashed in his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, and his figure swept dozens of feet like a gust of wind, running into a quiet path.
"Who is it?"
Just now, he only had time to see a vague back figure disappearing in his sight. After chasing him, he saw a fork in the road ahead, but he didn't know where the figure was running. (To be continued.
