The moonlight is like water and the cool breeze blows.
Viewing platform at the top of Zhurong Peak.
A young man in a blue shirt sat cross-legged and meditated. He had a delicate face and a kind expression. He held his hands in front of his chest in a heart-asking pose. He was breathing and breathing very regularly. There was a thin stream of hot air lingering between his nose. He was obviously practicing some kind of advanced internal skills.
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It was close to the beginning of June when we escorted the ashes of the founder back to Hengshan. On the way, he encountered people from Prince Mu's Mansion and came to help him. He Buwei reported the truth truthfully, followed his master's order, and took his two junior brothers to describe in detail the fighting situation at that time, in order to
Master pointed out various shortcomings.
Take Liu Meng as an example. After explaining every move he used in the fight and how to deal with it, his master gave Xiang Shoushan the following advice: strengthen physical training and improve internal strength. Xiang Shoushan was at the height of the Hengshan sect.
The elite disciples trained during this period have extremely extraordinary vision and vision. The two requirements put forward for Liu Meng's performance are completely in line with reality. It is most appropriate to describe them as hitting the mark.
Physical exercise is easy to say. Every morning after getting up, I carry a bucket and run back and forth to the mountainside stream ten or eight times. I tie sandbags on my arms, legs and feet, and never take them off except for sleeping. When I have nothing to do, I go to the backyard of the Holy Emperor Temple.
There is a pile of stones left over from building steps. Today I will move the pile of stones from the backyard to the front yard, and the next day I will move the pile of stones from the front yard back to the backyard. In short, I will try my best to use the existing conditions to exert my strength.
In terms of internal strength, it is a bit difficult to deal with. Hengshan's inner strength is righteous and peaceful, and there is no possibility of trickery. It must be accumulated over time to become more powerful. Liu Meng, on the other hand, has only been practicing internal strength for eight years and has only barely achieved some success. If he wants to
To be able to support two to three hundred moves in a fight requires at least twenty years of skill.
Fortunately, the Hengshan sect has a long history and a vast foundation. Even though many of the top martial arts were lost after the Battle of Yangzhou, the ones left behind are enough to stand out in the world.
The leader and master, Xiang Shoushan, had his own solution, which was to teach Liu Meng the sect's advanced internal skill "Yue Zhen Jue" in advance.
Among the sixteenth generation disciples, currently only the eldest disciple He Buwei and the second disciple Zhuang Buzhong are highly skilled in cultivation and have laid a very good foundation for the Hengshan Mental Method, so they can be taught it. Liu Meng has only eight years of mastery and is far away from practicing Zhenyue.
There are still two years left before the minimum requirement for the art, so Xiang Shoushan repeatedly warned that he must practice carefully and not be greedy for merit. Otherwise, it would be a tragedy if he went too far.
Liu Meng's concept of obsession is that the whole body is paralyzed and unable to move, turning into a vegetative state with a clear brain but unable to express. In such a tragic situation, one would rather burst his meridians and die than try.
Therefore, Liu Meng strictly followed his master's instructions and practiced breathing and breathing only once in the morning, noon and evening every day. He only practiced breathing and breathing for one week each time, slowly guiding the internal energy to move among the meridians, and never dared to be greedy for the pure internal energy that increased slightly.
One week was quickly completed, and Liu Meng returned his inner energy to his Dantian, feeling an extra sense of fulfillment.
In the past few days, Liu Meng had another habit. Every time after practicing his internal skills, he would think to himself: He has achieved great success in his magical skills, and he has no rivals in the world. He stands at the top of the world, and he laments, "Life is as lonely as snow."
', the name was changed from then on, it was Liu Bubai...
Slowly walking to the kitchen, Liu Meng saw that today's meal was still vegetable porridge, without any fishy taste. Liu Meng's mouth was filled with sour water, and his stomach was rumbling, as if it was spasming.
The past three months of going down the mountain have completely released the glutton. I have been eating for more than ten years, and now I feel tired of it. I frown and swallow every meal. If it were not for having the energy to exercise, Liu
Meng Ning would rather not eat it.
Sighing, Liu Meng walked away in disappointment, smashed his sour mouth, and began to have evil thoughts.
Less than five miles to the north from Zhurong Peak is Jiangzhen Peak. Folks in the Nanyue area say that Shennong once collected herbs here, and died here after mistakenly tasting nematodes and being poisoned. Regardless of whether the rumors are true or false, anyway
Because hunters in the mountains are reluctant to set foot on Jiangzhen Peak, it has become a place where small beasts gather.
Liu Mengzui was so slanderous that he immediately came up with the idea of going to Jiangzhen Peak to hunt. As for the ridiculous rumors about the poisonous nematodes, as an atheist, of course he wouldn't care.
He found a thin rope from the side room, preparing to tie it up after hunting a small beast. Liu Meng only took a long sword with him, and quietly slipped down Zhurong Peak alone, climbing along the woods on the west side of Jiangzhen Peak, thinking,
Looking for a bigger wild animal to hunt.
Because no one has set foot on Jiangzhen Peak, the environment is still very primitive, and there is no path to walk at all. Liu Meng had to use a long sword to chop off the vines in front of him after taking a few steps. He walked very slowly. It was as if he knew that the person coming had bad intentions.
, there was not a single wild boar that usually appeared in the woods on the west side.
After walking for about half an hour, Liu Meng found that he was lost.
In Hengshan Mountain, where I have lived for more than ten years, I actually got lost on a small mountain peak with a radius of less than ten miles.
The weather was gloomy, and there was no sunlight to tell the direction; the trees were lush, and the tree trunks were all the same shade of color. There was no reference for people to find the path they came from. So the miserable Liu Meng was like a headless fly, just following the slope.
I worked hard to climb the mountain, hoping that after reaching the top, I could find the highest Zhurong Peak to identify my direction.
Everything in the world is full of wonders. Just now, Liu Meng was focused on looking for the little beast and wanted to capture it to satisfy his greed, but he didn't even see a shadow. Now he was focused on determining the location and finding the way back, but at an occasional glance, he found that there was a little beast on his left.
Not far away, a pheasant with bright feathers was standing on a pile of bushes.
This pheasant had a stupid expression and a pair of dull yellow-orange eyes looking straight at him. He probably didn't know how scary a creature like a human could be.
How could you let go of the pheasant that fell from the sky!
Liu Meng tiptoed to the left, fearing that the pheasant would fly away. He opened his hands and reached a pounce distance. When he felt that he was sure to catch the pheasant, Liu Meng suddenly jumped up and used eight moves.
With the step-by-step movement of the cicada, he rushed over quickly.
At such a close distance, of course, he couldn't miss it. He hugged the colorful pheasant into his arms, and at the same time, he quickly touched the chicken's head with his left hand, twisted it slightly, and then removed it. However, when the body fell, Liu Meng felt
My feet felt empty and I didn't even touch the ground. This pile of bushes seemed to be very deep.
Looking down in confusion, Liu Meng broke out in cold sweat and couldn't help shouting "Oh my god!"
It turns out that behind this bush, there is a small cliff!
The cliff is almost vertical, with a depth of more than ten meters below, and there is no place in the middle that can be used for strength.
Falling from the air is also called a flying trapeze, or a cliff jumping performance. Anyway, the performer Liu Meng sadly fell into the crown of a big tree at the bottom of the cliff after a short flight.
He was unconscious, but he never let go of the colorful pheasant in his hand.
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