When Zhuang Wudao woke up again, it was already the early morning of the next day. The rotten sword was still held tightly in his arms. It was as if he was holding his lover and holding her to death. On the scabbard,
There are also faint traces of saliva that he shed when he was sleeping.
Zhuang Wudao's face was slightly red, and he wiped it carefully with his sleeves. He felt very lucky that he lived alone in a room. Otherwise, if his brothers saw him, he would definitely be laughed at.
"It's strange, I feel refreshed and don't feel tired at all——"
In yesterday's dream, 'Yun'er' explained what natal mysticism was, and then began to demonstrate martial arts for him.
The beginning was the subduing dragon and subduing tiger boxing. From the beginning of the subduing dragon strike to the final meeting of the dragon and the tiger, he practiced it clearly in front of him one by one, explaining the key points and true meaning of the boxing.
It was then that Zhuang Wudao truly felt that the gap between the two was simply the difference between a giant and a child, a master and an apprentice.
The same Twelve-Style Dragon Subduing Strike, when executed in the hands of ‘Yun’er’, is simply a completely different set of boxing techniques. It is extremely pleasing to the eye, and even more ferocious and terrifying!
At that time, he had only one thought from beginning to end. It turned out that this set of fists could still be used like this.
Then came the Big Stone Slammer and Xingyi Liuhe. The former is a straight and fierce boxing style. There are few changes, but full of power. The latter is created by imitating the fighting movements and magical powers of the six spiritual beasts in the world.
, the posture is quite ugly, and it is also a straight forward boxing technique, which emphasizes the unity of heart and mind, and the unity of form and spirit.
According to 'Yun'er', this set of fists is actually more suitable for battle formations. It can be used to take the head of a general among thousands of armies.
There was nothing to compare with, and Zhuang Wudao had no way of knowing what Luo Qingyun's attainments were in these two sets of boxing techniques.
However, he knew that if he were to fight with him at this moment, even if he was of the same level of cultivation, he would not be able to block even one and a half moves! The explanations of each boxing technique were also extremely detailed, and every stance was 'dissected', allowing him to
He could see it clearly and unmistakably.
Of the four sets of martial arts, 'Yun'er' did not explain in detail only the Bull Demon Xuan Ba Body. Instead, he taught him a dozen strange postures, called Dayan Jue. It can be practiced in conjunction with Yunjian Jue. It is said that
The effect is even better. The ability to strengthen the body is far superior to that of the Fuhu Fist. It is the key to making him a great monument smasher within three months.
Those postures are extremely complicated. Every muscle and every bone in the limbs of the body needs to be perfect, and the requirements are close to strict.
Even if Zhuang Wudao had a photographic memory, it still took him half a day to memorize these dozen postures.
In one night, most of the time was spent on this body refining technique. He still couldn't remember it all. He only taught one-third of the whole set of 'Dayan Jue', and the rest could only wait for his second time.
Dream.
Zhuang Wu's motivation for studying Taoism is not just a simple memory. He has always liked to think, and the biggest regret in his life is that he has no guidance from a famous teacher and can only explore on his own.
In his eyes, the sword spirit 'Yun'er' is far more accomplished in martial arts than any other martial arts master! Given such an opportunity, every word Zhuang Wudao said to 'Yun'er'
, naturally, he concentrated on experiencing it, memorizing it, and trying to verify it with his original martial arts. Whenever 'Yun'er' taught a set of boxing techniques, he would imitate them and practice them twice by himself to deepen his memory.
As a result, the mental wear and tear was naturally not trivial. Zhuang Wudao was already prepared to be depressed all day long after waking up.
However, unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes again, he didn't feel even the slightest bit tired. It wasn't to the point of being energetic and energetic. However, the effect and quality of the rest after this dream were no less than those of ordinary sleep.
This Qingyun Sword brings endless surprises to people.
Zhuang Wudao was still a little defensive at first, worried that the so-called sword spirit in the sword was actually an old demon. If he was not prepared, someone might use his body to take over and be reborn. Such a thing would become more and more serious.
The myths and legends circulating in the city are not without records.
Therefore, Zhuang Wudao was always cautious, never fully trusting that 'Yun'er', and guarding against the day when the other party would seize his body. Struggling at the bottom of Yue City and hanging out in the market made him instinctive towards everything.
of doubt.
However, now that he thought about it, he still had no idea about the origins and methods of 'Yun'er'. Even if he wanted to take precautions, he didn't know where to start.
After experiencing a dream last night, such thoughts have become a little lighter. At least the sword spirit "Yun'er" taught me martial arts sincerely. If it was just to "seize the body" or had ulterior motives, it seemed that there was no need for this.
"Forget it! I'm too lazy to care about her. Even if it's really a robbery, I have no choice but to admit it!"
Among the various methods that 'Yun'er' taught him, the only ones that were somewhat questionable were the Yunjian Jue and Dayan Jue.
The journey to heaven has been laid out at his feet by the sword spirit ‘Yun’er’. He can’t give up just because his heart only exists in the imaginary pursuit of a body or something.
At this time, Zhuang Wudao's heart was completely filled with the feeling of "I will die if I hear the truth in the morning."
One day and two nights, two consecutive dreams. The sword spirit in the Qingyun Sword has opened a door for him. He only needs to step through it, and he will find the wonderful world that he has dreamed of for more than ten years.
As long as I can see it, I am willing to die even if it means——
Maybe it was because he was too focused in his dream. After Zhuang Wudao woke up, he was still a little confused. The figure of Yun'er kept coming back to his mind.
——Twelve postures of subduing the dragon, subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, the big stone throwing hand, Xingyi Liuhe, and the Dayan Jue. They are like a revolving lantern, wandering back and forth in my mind.
His hands were like cramps, and he was constantly making gestures. Every time he got something, he felt inexplicably happy and danced with joy. Especially for the twelve postures of the Dragon Subduing Strike, he had a foundation in it. Looking back at it now, he felt more and more miraculous.
That 'Yun'er' has pushed this boxing technique to a state of perfection.
Zhuang Wudao didn't even know how he finished washing himself. He was like an unconscious walking zombie, instinctively following his usual actions. His mind was still immersed in the three sets of boxing skills taught by Yun'er yesterday.
I just vaguely felt that the small courtyard that they used as their base was much livelier than usual, and there seemed to be more than a dozen new faces. There were also a few others who looked slightly familiar.
Zhuang Wudao didn't pay attention. In his eyes, there was no big difference between acquaintances and strangers, and they couldn't distract him at all.
Until a cursing voice sounded in Zhuang Wudao's ears: "Qin Feng, you Zhuang Da master, it seems that you don't look down on others! What does this mean? Does it mean that we don't take our brothers seriously? This look
The hall master is not around yet, so you are so big on airs?"
Zhuang Wudao frowned, and his consciousness withdrew from the almost crazy state. Then he saw a small mountain-like figure blocking in front of him. The head was at least three feet taller than him, and he was looking down from a high position with an unkind expression on his face.
He looked down at himself angrily.
Qin Feng was standing beside him, his face full of headache and embarrassment.
"Are you Wang Wu?"
With just one glance, Zhuang Wudao recognized this person. In fact, the other person's physical signs were so special that it was impossible not to remember him deeply.
The Fifth King of the Roshan Mountain lives up to his nickname. He is nine feet tall and as fat as a mountain. No one knows his exact weight. We only know that this person is so wide that an ordinary person would have to have four people standing side by side to barely compete with him.
He is also one of the tyrants on Yuhuan Street. He is a martial artist in the Marrow Realm, and he has six or seven brothers under his command. He monopolizes the pork business on the street. With his weight that no one can match, he also masters a powerful skill.
Shanmai is a shadow-piercing hand that no one dares to mess with. He is the only person on the street who can challenge him head-on.
When Zhuang Wudao first entered the Marrow Training Realm a year and a half ago, he also wanted to get involved in the pork business. He had dealt with this guy several times, but he suffered a lot. It was only because of the large number of people that he could barely survive in front of this guy.
retreat.
His Dragon Subduing Strike was indeed extremely powerful, but it hit this man's fat body and was unable to even tickle him.
When it comes to restraining the dragon and subduing the tiger, it is even better than Shi Hu's 'Golden Armor Xuan Gang'.
Looking back and forth over the people in front of him, Zhuang Wudao's eyes were blank. He discovered that the people in the Marrow Training Realm gathered in this small courtyard at this time were far more than just the 'Roshan' King Wu. There were also two people, both Yu Huan.
acquaintances on the street,
Finally, when Zhuang Wudao's eyes were fixed on Qin Feng, he suddenly realized. The latter smiled helplessly: "We invite the fifth brother Wang here today to discuss important matters together. Remember last night, I told you Wudao
Coming over?"
Zhuang Wudao thought carefully and found that such a thing was true. But at that time, he was in a hurry to fall asleep and see the sword spirit Yun'er again, so he was absent-minded and didn't pay attention to it at all.
However, with the strength of these twenty or so people, it would be really difficult for them to swallow the entire Yuhuan Street.
If Qin Feng wants to set up an official account, then joining forces to merge these small forces in Yuhuan Street is the best choice. They know each other well and have some friendship.
Qin Feng continued: "Brother Wang just said hello to you, but Wu Dao ignored him at all. So Brother Wang got angry and said you looked down on him."
Zhuang Wudao was stunned, and then felt embarrassed. What happened today was indeed his fault. At that moment, he sincerely bowed to Wang Wu and said, "Brother Wang, Wudao just now was distracted by something. It was definitely not intentional. Today is my fault."
Yes, I apologize to you!"
But Wang Wu snorted coldly: "I think you are not wrong, but you are deliberately trying to show me Wang Wu's face! I heard that your cultivation has made a lot of progress recently? We haven't fought each other for a year, so I don't know how good your boxing skills are.
Are you qualified? Are you qualified to be above me, Wang Wu?"
He actually stretched out his huge fleshy hand and grabbed Zhuang Wudao. Although he was fat, his hand was like a shadow passing through a flower, so fast that people couldn't react.
Zhuang Wudao was unprepared, but at this moment his body instinctively slid to the left. With a dragon's stride and a tiger's stride, he easily avoided Wang Wu's giant hand.
Wang Wu let out a cry of surprise, and his eyes flashed with surprise. Then he turned his palms into fists, sweeping across like a heavy hammer.
Zhuang Wudao once again stepped forward without even thinking, and his figure cleverly broke into Wang Wu's arms. Then he stamped a pair of fists on Wang Wu's chest.
Zhenlong!
With a huge counterattack and a slight sweetness in his mouth, Zhuang Wudao took three steps back. He heard a roar in his ears. He raised his eyes and looked forward, only to see that Wang Wu was thrown three feet away and threw a wall.