In the Dragon Palace Barrier, there is actually no distinction between day and night, but there are three dragon balls that make up this barrier. They are constantly changing their positions in the sky above the barrier, sometimes far and sometimes near, appearing and disappearing, so there is a distinction between light and dark.
At the moment, there is only one dragon ball in the sky above the barrier. It is slowly heading towards the northwest corner. It is the evening in the Dragon Palace barrier. In a training room, Long Zhen sometimes swims and sometimes leaps. Wherever his fists pass, water mist rises.
. Later, with the naked eyes of ordinary people, you can only see a small figure flashing in the mist.
The dragon Zhen suddenly shouted loudly, rose up from the mist, and punched the air. Then he slowly landed and walked to Wuxu dejectedly, "Why can't I fight the water dragon? I'm going to Biyou tomorrow.
The palace reported it.”
Wuxu looked at Long Zhen, who was covered in sweat, and said, "You were in the mist just now, and when you hit the dragon behind it and swung its tail, you still couldn't control it well. Not only did you have to use force on your legs and feet, but you also had to dissipate the strength in your arms first.
With your heels off the ground, you use all your spiritual power to strike upward violently, shaking off the water mist originally adsorbed on your fists."
Long Zhen asked in confusion, "Why is this? Besides, how can I make it in such a short time after I disperse my strength and use all my spiritual power? I have practiced until now, and I can only produce about seven points of spiritual power at once.
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Wuxu said, "You are now at the second level of mortal world. If you want to create a water dragon, you must use your whole body's spiritual power in an instant. Otherwise, it will be difficult to pull the water mist that has been formed before to form a water dragon."
Long Zhen was even more puzzled, "Since it is to pull the water mist that was finally shot out, why is it necessary to temporarily dissipate the force and interrupt the connection between the fist and the water mist when the dragon is swinging its tail?"
Wuxu replied, "You are not a dragon. This Feilong Fist will naturally suppress you when it hits the back. If you want to hit the flying dragon in the air, you can only use tricks. When the power of the Feilong Fist is naturally filled in the water mist,
, one punch can shake open the water mist, and at the same time, it can have enough spiritual power to gather the water mist into a water dragon in an instant."
Long Zhen looked at Wuxu and said, "Why do I see that in the martial arts barrier, you fought so hard that you didn't lose your spiritual power at all? And when the flying dragon was doing the move in the sky, there were still ripples of water under your feet?"
"That's because my skills are deeper than yours, and,"
"And what?" Long Zhen knew this and what came next was the key point.
"Moreover, I am the descendant of dragon." Wuxu smiled, and when he saw Long Zhen showing some contempt and pleading, he couldn't bear it, so he said, "You are not a dragon. If you want to fight a water dragon, you must first jump over the dragon gate.
Transform into a dragon, use the dragon's tail swing, move forward bravely, and break through the water mist that previously shrouded the surroundings. Only in this way can you control the water mist and let the flying dragon fly in the sky."
"Wonderful, wonderful, what a brave man, flying dragon in the sky. Your Excellency explained the essence of this flying dragon fist in one sentence. It seems that it is not an ordinary person in the mainland, right?" An old man wearing a square crown on his head, a long-sleeved robe, and one side
With that said, he slowly walked in from the door.
Wuxu took a look, wasn't this old man the chief examiner who was leaning on a pine chair in the barrier of the Japanese literary test, closing his eyes and relaxing?
The old man walked three meters away from Wuxu, stopped, and looked at Wuxu quietly.
As quiet as an abyss and as moving as a pine and cypress, Wuxu couldn't see through the old man's level of cultivation. He knew that he must be a real-person master. He calmly pulled Long Zhen behind him, then clasped his hands and bowed his head, "Young monk pays homage to my senior."
"You don't have to be polite, little friend. How old are you and I? You and I can be friends as equals."
Of course Wuxu would not push his nose or face, but silently bowed slightly.
Seeing Wuxu like this, the old man couldn't help but smile and said, "That's so polite. If you have time, can you tell me a little bit?"
Wuxu figured it out and was about to tell Long Zhen to leave first.
The old man said, "Long Zhen, right? You go back first and report to Biyou Palace tomorrow."
Long Zhen seemed to know the old man. He hurriedly walked up to Wuxu, bowed to the old man, and then said calmly, "Thank you, Mr. Canglan." After saying that, he looked at Wuxu and the old man and left wisely.
After a detailed discussion, Wuxu found out that this old man, Mr. Canglan, came to the Dragon Palace boundary during the Jingkang period of the Northern Song Dynasty, entered Biyou Palace, and later became the chief of Biyou Palace.
This Biyou Palace was originally a palace of the Dragon King. Because the Dragon King usually liked to entertain guests, and he also liked to invite people to recite poems and lyrics at the banquet. Once, a human Taoist priest who lived in the boundary of the Dragon Palace dedicated a poem
"Qing Ping Diao", the Dragon King was very happy, and at his request, Biyou Palace was exiled to the bottom of the East China Sea.
Human monks lived in the palace and named them chief. In the past thousand years, Biyou Palace has gathered many mainland monks, including Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism. They are attached to the Dragon Palace and serve the Dragon King. However, Buddhism is a little special, and all of them have to shave their heads.
, eat fast and abstain from sex, so two or three hundred years ago, they slowly went out and formed Haiku Temple.
Although he already knew the general situation of the mainland, Mr. Canglan was still sighing after hearing further confirmation from Wuxu's mouth and hearing some details.
"I didn't expect that not long after I threw myself into the sea that day, the Northern Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Jin soldiers; the Southern Song Dynasty lived in Lin'an and died in Mongolia." Mr. Canglan said slowly, "It is said that the Yuan Dynasty has declined and the master has just come from the land. It can be seen that
Who should restore the Han Dynasty in the Central Plains?"
Wuxu thought for a while and replied, "Since Han Shantong and Liu Futong started the uprising with the White Lotus Sect, all the rebels have responded one after another, and most of them are under the banner of the White Lotus Sect. Presumably, the person who helped the Han Dynasty must also be in the White Lotus Sect.
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Mr. Canglan recited a poem that Wuxu wrote in the literary test barrier that day, "If the sky is sentimental, the sky will also grow old. Looking back again, the East China Sea is vast." He just sighed slowly, "Throughout the dynasties, dynasties have changed.
Could it be that the wise men of the Confucian sect observed the world, understood the past and present, distinguished Yin and Yang, calmed the people, assisted the wise king, and brought order to the world. Nowadays, the Confucian sect is not prosperous, so it still relies on Western teachings, gathers the heads of Guizhou, and rises up."
Wuxu smiled slightly, lowered his head and said nothing.
Mr. Canglan suddenly saw Wuxu's bald head and suddenly laughed and said, "I'm sorry."
Wuxu put his palms together and said, "It doesn't matter. Maybe this is God's will. If we talk about the world, how can it be divided into east, west, north and south? We have a saying in Buddhism, which should not be taken into account. When the so-called Western teachings come to China, aren't they just Eastern teachings?"
Mr. Canglan couldn't help but laugh, "That's right. Just like me, if we live in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, how can we distinguish between Confucianism and Taoism? If we all integrate, we are all Haitians; if we can't integrate, we are just a Haitian."
Just a foreigner."
These words are a bit far gone.
Wuxu paused for a moment, then took the initiative to ask, "I wonder if Mr. Canglan is here tonight to give you any advice?"
Mr. Canglan said casually, "Since the third prince of the Dragon King went out privately, there has been no news. The Dragon King was furious and launched the Seven-Star Locking Moon Sea Suppressing Formation, blocking all access to the outside world. Not only was it difficult for people in the barrier to get out, but also the real people outside
It is extremely difficult for the great monk Ling to get in. I don’t know how the master got in."
After Wuxu explained, Mr. Canglan's eyes flashed, he thought for a moment, and said to Wuxu, "Who else knows your identity besides the second shopkeeper of Haidilao?"
When Wuxu heard this, his heart skipped a beat: Mr. Canglan actually found out the second shopkeeper of Haidilao in advance. He said slowly, "Other than this person, no one should know about it."
Mr. Canglan, who was looking upright, looked at Wuxu who was looking inquiringly, and said seriously, "Does the master think that the old man has evil intentions and plans to kill someone to silence him?"
Wuxu could only shake his head, "Old sir, he has read many saints' books, so he shouldn't be like this. It's just that because he was so cautious about the young monk's affairs, the young monk was confused."
Mr. Canglan looked at Wuxu. Although he did not show off his momentum, standing there, the invisible pressure of the real monk, mixed with the awe-inspiring aura of the Confucian sect, filled the small practice room with a radius of 100 meters like a river pouring back.
But it's like the sea is rushing around.
Wuxu stood quietly on the spot, motionless. Ever since he came into contact with the brilliance of the thoughts of the pre-Qin scholars in Fan Li's secluded cave at the foot of Xiaoqing Mountain, the mighty aura of Confucianism was not for Wuxu.
It's like the spring breeze blowing on the face. As long as Mr. Canglan doesn't reveal his murderous intention, Wuxu, who is now waiting for the opportunity to be promoted to the real person level, will have no pressure.
Mr. Canglan, seeing Wuxu standing there neither humble nor arrogant, asked, "Master, after coming in, do you want to go out?"
Isn't this nonsense? Wuxu nodded, and at the same time, he secretly separated his spiritual consciousness and entered the Mandala Dharma Realm.
Mr. Canglan frowned slightly, seeming to sense the existence of Wuxu Dharma Realm, and continued to ask, "Why do you want to go out? In the Dragon Palace Barrier, the Dragon King gives preferential treatment to us humans who are loyal to the Dragon Palace monks, and there is no dynasty change in the barrier.
, no more war,
Resources are abundant and time is long." At this point, Mr. Canglan's tone slowed down and his expression became much more relaxed. "If you are in the human world, the chance of cultivating to the true spirit level is only one in ten, then in the Dragon Palace Barrier,
Your chances are 45 out of 10."
One-tenth, compared to forty-five out of ten, this difference is huge, it can be said to be a world of difference. Wu Xu was secretly surprised and moved, and at the same time he couldn't figure out why Mr. Canglan was so threatening and tempting to him. He thought about it for a while
Choosing the words, he chanted, "The young man left home and returned home. The young monk is just homesick."
Hahaha..
A burst of laughter rang out from all directions. Then, a black shadow floated in from the outside. The black shadow was like a black hole, pulling most of the light in the practice room in; the practice room suddenly became dim, reflecting the scene.
The black shadow is somewhat eerie and distant.
Black dragon envoy! Wuxu exclaimed in his heart. Although this black shadow did not show any aura, the indiscriminate killing intent that was immersed in the legal world in his bones was still fresh in Wuxu's memory. At the time, the director of the Xuanying Sect, Chang Qing,
Dressed in a black hat, black hood, and black clothes, with murderous intent, when he forced himself to join the Xuanying Sect and serve as a guest minister, that feeling came back again.
As the saying goes
The teachings of the world flow from east to west, and the water of the blue waters swims from the blue.
You can stay or go as you please, no need to ask. The young man left home and wanted to go back.