Murong Fu watched the time it took to drink a cup of tea, and the more he watched, the more frightened he became: "Aren't these the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect? Why are they here?"
"This section is the gist of the "Little Wuxiang Gong", this is the "Eight Wastelands and Liuhe I Am the Only Gong", and this is the "Beiming Divine Gong". These are all the Xiaoyao Sect's subduing magical powers. How could they appear in such a place without doing anything?
In a small cave known to everyone?”
At this moment, Murong Fu's heart was as shocked as when Duan Yu knew that his biological father was Duan Yanqing. He was very sure that the three elders of Xiaoyao had never done it and were incapable of doing it: the three elders all had only
It is an internal skill that no one has mastered in all three of its secrets.
Murong Fu looked at it carefully and gradually saw clues - these words were concise and succinct. They were not as detailed as the original martial arts secrets: for example, the Xiao Wuxiang Gong, there were more than a dozen secrets in the original text.
book, north
The Ming Shen Gong is a complete scroll with pictures and texts, and is full of human body art. This text gives Murong Fu the feeling that it is more like someone who has mastered the three major magical skills, integrated them, and created a brand new magical skill on this basis!
Murong Fu's breathing quickened: "Could it be that this is the legendary martial arts left by Xiaoyaozi that is close to the level of cultivating immortals, "Xiaoyao Yufeng"?"
Murong Fu felt that his heartbeat was about to explode in his chest at this moment.
In fact, with Murong Fu's current martial arts skills, not only is he invincible and unparalleled in the world, but to borrow Jiumozhi's words, "There are not many people in the world who can tie with a poor monk", there is nothing wrong with that at all.
Bragging is just like sweeping the Sutra Pavilion
Murong Fu has gained a lot of experience in the world, and Murong Fu is absolutely worthy of it. If we use wealth to describe Murong Fu's current martial arts skills, he is a reclusive boss who is not even on the wealth list. The only worry in the world is money.
I don’t know how to spend it.
But now, with a clang, a top-notch skill that directly leads to the level of immortality was thrown in front of him - this is like those emperors, generals and ministers who have achieved great achievements and are pursuing immortality. Suddenly one day, an elixir of death is delivered without warning.
It's on your lips.
God bless Murong!
After a while, Murong Fu's excitement gradually calmed down and he began to think calmly. During this process, the giant eagle stayed quietly in place.
"Hey, there's a piece of fine print here."
Murong Fu noticed that next to the secret book covered in moss, there was another very small and fine ink in regular script, which was also carved on the stone wall.
Murong Fu hurriedly wiped off the moss and looked at it carefully. After a while, he couldn't help but laugh up to the sky. The sudden burst of laughter startled the sacred eagle beside him.
It turns out that this text records an experience in the author's life, an experience that would make countless people crazy around the world if it were made public.
The author originally lived in seclusion in Huashan. During the five years of peace and prosperity in the Song Dynasty, a young man who looked like he was only in his twenties at the time came to his door and wanted to make friends with martial arts. The two sides finally carved a stone into a chessboard and used sword skills to carve out chess pieces on the chessboard.
A sword fight and a chess fight, an unprecedented game was played
It was a great chess game that no one would come after. In the end, the young man lost to the author by half a piece, and he was willing to join the old man's disciples from then on. The young man was a wonderful and beautiful person, and his actual age and martial arts skills were almost the same as those of the old man.
, the two sides exchanged each other's martial arts.
The two masters and apprentices are both teachers and friends. After thorough discussions and exercises, they spent more than a year creating this astonishing stone wall martial arts, "Xiaoyao Yufeng" based on the martial arts of both parties.
Afterwards, perhaps because of their near-mysterious skills and near-immortal cultivation, or perhaps because they were tired of the secular world, the two of them retired to seclusion and disappeared.
And the withdrawal behind this text is: Fuyaozi.
The famous ancestor Chen Tuan.
"Unexpectedly, the founders of the Xiaoyao sect, Xiaoyaozi and Chen Tuan, actually had such a past. With their martial arts skills, this experience can be compared to Confucius asking Laozi. The merger of Confucianism and Taoism created a new world.
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"I really don't know what the competition between the two was like that day. Tsk tsk, the fight between the younger generation Tong Lao and Li Qiu Shui is almost like a fight between gods. If these two ancestors fight, I'm afraid it won't be a true fight between gods."
Murong Fu no longer regretted that he had not been able to see the shocking competition that day, and concentrated on reading the words on the cliff.
I saw that it was clearly stated above that in order to practice this technique, one must master the three top techniques of the Xiaoyao sect: "Beiming Shen Gong", "Bahuangliuhe Only My Sovereign Kung Fu" and "Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu".
Based on this, use the "Fetal Breathing Skill" created by Patriarch Chen Tuan as the adjustment, and use the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve main meridians in the body as a bridge to achieve the return of acquired nature to innate nature, take advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth, and control the differentiation of the six qi.
Traveling is endless.
Really cultivating immortality!
Murong Fu looked at the words on the stone wall and read them carefully line by line. He felt that each paragraph was extremely familiar, but also had infinite meaning. He chewed it over and over again, as if he was chewing a thousand pounds of olives. Unconsciously, time passed by and the sky was getting dark.
By the time Murong Fu finally roughly understood the entire text and sat down to meditate cross-legged, the sun had already set and risen several times. Murong Fu meditated on the text he had read in his mind, and his whole body was filled with true energy, and he quickly fell into concentration.
I don't know how much time passed, but Murong Fu finally opened his eyes, and the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed.
It’s done, it’s done!
His internal strength is so profound that even if he has been in trance for a long time without eating, his body will not be affected. Now that he has practiced the martial arts contained in the stone wall, he feels a hundred times more energetic, as if he has integrated into the world around him, and as if the world around him is a part of him.
Murong Fu gently exhaled a breath, raised his right hand, grabbed a big stone three feet away, and raised his hand again. The stone weighed two hundred pounds, and it actually rose into the air like this.
After flying several feet high, Murong Fu pressed down with his hand, and the boulder fell rapidly and crashed into the deep pool beside it. With a "boom", a huge roar resounded throughout the cave.
Murong Fu was slightly startled: "How can this casual crane control skill be so powerful? This power is as powerful as a large trebuchet."
With a thought in his mind, he pointed his toes, and suddenly he felt that his body was floating into the air as easily as a flying feather, and the wind whistled in his ears, as if in the clouds. Although it was far from truly walking in the wind, it was still close.
Too many.
At first, I thought that the so-called Bodhidharma ancestor "crossed the river with a reed" was an exaggeration by later generations, but now it seems that it is indeed true.
It is indeed the top-level magical skill of the Xiaoyao Sect in the legend.
Murong Fu bowed several times towards the stone wall and said: "Two senior masters, Murong Fu received generous gifts from his seniors at the end of his life. He will never forget his great kindness and virtue."
At this time, the sacred eagle that led Murong Fu into the cave had disappeared.