The light of the arrow shot straight towards the bullfighting, driving away the wind and snow, and then turned into spots of light all over the sky.
In Liuhe Tower, Li Daoren's eyes narrowed slightly, and surprise flashed in his eyes:
"Dacheng, archery?!"
Among all kinds of martial arts, archery is the least popular and the most difficult to cultivate. In the world of martial arts, there are very few strong men who dominate with archery.
But even in the Sirius Dynasty, which places great value on master archers, there are only a few who can practice an excellent archery to great perfection.
Few, but strong!
The intimidating power of such a sharp archer on the battlefield is far beyond the comparison of ordinary great masters.
In the battle of Liujishan seventy years ago, three martial saints were on the battlefield. Countless people were killed in their hands, but the one who really killed them was the most ferocious.
It is the divine archer of the Sirius Dynasty, ‘Tantai Pingping’. According to legend, his master’s ‘Sun-Chasing Arrow’ has the lives of more than ten great masters.
Even participating in battles many times, relying on a divine bow and a Saibei Goshawk, he surrounded the Black Armor Jingqi several times!
In the battle of Liuji Mountain, he was the only Grandmaster who survived the encounter with the Xuanjia Jingqi!
"Yang prison..."
Amid the uproar and boiling sounds, Li Daoren squinted his eyes slightly and looked towards the north through the wind and snow in the sky.
Faintly, he smelled a very familiar scent.
That is……
"Traveling around Liuxu..."
In the backyard of the palace, Yang Yu put down his long bow, and his heart also felt ripples. He looked south at Liuhe Tower and felt the familiar atmosphere.
People with the same martial arts are attracted to each other.
Relying on this, the True Word Taoist used the remaining aura on the human skin roll to even hide it from the old woman in the mountain, and sent the indestructible golden body out.
Naturally, Yang Yu couldn't do this with his current practice, but since they were only a few miles apart and the people coming did not hide their presence, he would naturally notice it.
As soon as his thoughts changed, he remembered what he saw when he was refining the 'Wandering around the Six Void', the old Taoist who was sitting quietly among the iron ropes in the mountains and chanting sutras.
Based on his view of martial arts at that time, he could not tell that he was a foreigner. But now that he thinks about it, that veteran's martial arts skills are beyond imagination.
I'm afraid, not inferior to Li Baihu...
"Brother Yang, have you made a breakthrough?"
Qin Si came out of the next room, a little surprised and a little sad.
My brother Yang is climbing up the ladder faster than himself...
"It's just a small gain, not a big breakthrough."
Putting away the Four Elephant Bow, Yang Yu breathed out a breath of turbid air, and felt that the true energy in his body was flowing smartly, and he was more lively than before.
The breakthrough in archery may be accidental, but the root cause is that his foundation is solid enough.
The practice of archery, in addition to talent, is to practice more.
Compared with ordinary people, through the Cauldron of Gluttony, he hardly needs to care about the consumption of physical strength and innate energy among the food.
After ten years of practicing archery, the arrows he shoots are by no means inferior to those of others who have practiced hard day and night for ten years.
“I don’t know when people will ‘get a little something’…”
The tone of the last four words was much more serious. Qin Si was a little annoyed because her martial arts talent was really very poor.
I still remember that when they first met, Yang Yu and I were at the same level of blood exchange, but in just a few years, I was able to break through to the third level of foundation building.
As for Brother Yang, he has already passed the five levels of foundation building, achieved the Qi and Blood Melting Furnace, and has forged hundreds of sutras. With his true energy in perfect harmony, he can start to break through the hundred orifices.
His strength is even comparable to that of a great master.
This gap was so big that she felt a little confused every time she thought about it. How could she catch up...
"Of course there will be such a day, and it won't be long."
Yang Yu comforted his sister with a smile.
And this is not just comfort.
Counting before that, he had already refined the 'Five Zang Guan' recipe seven times. Although he did not find any ginseng fruit, he gained a lot of spiritual energy.
Yang Yu naturally knew that even if he was a great master who could enter the state of unity between man and nature every day after sitting and discussing with Zhenyan Taoists many times.
The amount of spiritual energy that can be absorbed in a year does not exceed one hundred strands.
Those who are less talented in martial arts, such as Taoist Yunni, can only do tens or even dozens of things a year.
In other words, what he gained from refining the Five Zang Guan recipe seven times is already comparable to Taoist Yun Ni who practiced hard every day for more than 20 years.
And this still refers to the ultimate grand master who can step into the realm of unity between man and nature every day, and is just one step away from the martial saint!
In fact, there are many years or even ten years in this world where a great master may not be able to reach the realm of unity between man and nature.
For them, a ray of spiritual energy may be the result of more than ten years or decades!
Yang Yu is far from the time to open the profound entrance, but this spiritual energy will not be wasted. After more than a year of warmth and nourishment, his bones, body, and true energy have all made great progress.
The biggest benefit is that he has noticed the progress of his own magical powers, not only the 'Financial Forging' that has benefited the most, but also including the Netherworld.
The practice of enlightenment lies in the provocation of destiny, but spiritual energy is the foundation of supernatural powers.
More importantly, after being nourished by spiritual energy, he finally grasped the context of Tongyou's advancement.
Luck!
Tongyou is the magical power of 'manipulating fate'. Only by constantly teasing, changing, and controlling fate can the magical power be upgraded.
"It only deceives people."
Qin Si cooed, but didn't pay too much attention.
On the wall of the courtyard, the Zhenyan Taoist poked his head out:
"If a master shows up uninvited, should you go by yourself, or should a veteran go and walk around?"
"No need to worry about the real person, just let me go for a while."
Yang Yu bowed slightly.
The threat from the imperial court has not really receded. Emperor Qianheng's desire to conquer the country himself has been spread throughout the world. Nie Longtian's multiple appearances in the past few months have proven that this rumor is true.
Under such circumstances, he naturally did not want the veteran to bother too much.
"That's fine."
The old Taoist nodded and said nothing more.
After comforting Qin Si for a few words, Yang Yu changed into his military uniform, put away his two-edged sword, and kicked back the big black dog that wanted to follow.
He left the palace alone.
Over the past year or so, his reputation has grown bigger and bigger, and his every move has attracted attention. Although he doesn't care, he doesn't want to cause riots in the city.
In the past half year, whenever he went out, he would often change his outfit.
The wind and snow are getting heavier, but there are many pedestrians on the long street. Many people are hoarding charcoal in case this winter is as long as last year.
Yang Yu walked slowly by, not forgetting to ask about the prices of several stores. Knowing that no one was hoarding them, he didn't stay too long.
Slowly arrived at Liuhe Building.
Liuhe Tower was in full swing, with all kinds of noisy discussions. On the second floor, Li Dao felt something and turned his eyes.
I saw a young man with a handsome face slowly approaching. He was not tall or strong. He was wearing a close-fitting military robe and had no other decorations.
He doesn't have the slightest air of a martial artist, but rather looks like a scholar who has read poetry and books.
He sat down directly, causing two middle-aged Taoists to look at each other coldly, but before he could get angry, Taoist Li called him to his attention:
"How come the King of the Northwest, who has been talking about me all this time, dares to be so presumptuous now that he has met him?"
King of the Northwest?!
Taoist Li's voice was neither high nor low, but the expressions of the two middle-aged Taoists changed with horror. They subconsciously took a few steps back and grasped the swords at their waists.
The King of the Northwest is certainly not Zhang Xuanyi.
One year has passed, and almost everyone is aware of the shocking changes in the Northwest Road. How many people in the world are unaware that the Northwest Road has changed hands?
Yang Yu did not claim the title of king, but King of the Northwest had replaced the Beheading Sword and became his nickname among the people in the world.
Yang Yu naturally didn't care about the reaction of the two people. He took the gourd and poured a glass of wine, but it was the monkey wine he brought with him:
"What do you call the old Taoist Priest?"
"The common surname is Li, but there is no Taoist name. The prince can just call him Taoist Li, or he can be an old miscellaneous person."
Li Daoren grinned.
"The Taoist Master is really good at training, he is very good at training..."
Yang Yu's eyes froze, and he looked slightly moved.
This old man was shriveled and thin, and looked like he would collapse in the wind. However, when he smiled slightly, he could see that his white teeth were as smooth as snow, all waiting together.
There are as many as forty!
This is the symbol of the Dzogchen of Buddhism. The only one that Yang Yu has seen in his life has this appearance is the Fighting Buddha and the Moon that he saw in the illusion of Wanxiang Mountain.
After that, even the great Zen Master Xujing, who seemed to be no less skilled in training, still lacked fullness.
And the old Taoist priest in front of him actually has the appearance of a great master of Buddhism...
"Measly means are not worthy of the prince's judgment."
Li Daoren took a deep breath, looked at the wine glass in Yang Yu's hand, and his eyelids twitched slightly:
"This wine..."
It wasn't just Li Daoren. A glass of monkey wine had attracted the attention of all the drinkers on the second floor before Yang Yu had even entered.
"What kind of wine is this?"
After drinking all the wine in the cup, he turned his palm and the wine gourd disappeared from everyone's eyes. Yang Yu looked at the old Taoist:
"Taoist Li, Taoist Li... In recent decades, there seems to be no such figure as the old Taoist priest in the world.
On the contrary, more than a hundred years ago, there was a pyrotechnical monk in Lanke Temple who was hunted down for stealing relics. He later changed his name and became a disciple of the Seven Kills Shrine..."
"It is said that he is your Excellency?"
More than a hundred years ago?!
The group of drinkers whose attention was attracted by the monkey wine couldn't help but gasped when they heard this. Even those who realized it later realized that something was wrong.
The smarter ones have already slipped out of the door.
"More than a hundred years have passed, and I can't believe that anyone still remembers the old way..."
Li Daoren let out a long sigh, his voice filled with memories, sadness, but also admiration:
"Just one name can reveal the foundation of the old way. No wonder you will be the next master of the Seven Kills Palace..."
Wow~
As soon as he said these words, there was an uproar on the second floor. No matter how brave people were, their scalps felt numb and they did not dare to stay any longer.
Even the stubborn ones among them couldn't bear the increasingly heavy and depressing atmosphere and staggered downstairs.
"oh?"
Yang Yu was shocked but calm. He didn't answer or ask questions. He just looked at this old guy who was nearly two hundred years old indifferently.
"The rules of the Seven Kills Palace are that the strong are respected. You killed Ma Longtu because his skills were inferior to others. No one will seek revenge from you..."
The old Taoist drank his tea slowly, and when he glanced at him with his peripheral vision, he was a little disappointed. The person in front of him did not look moved at all. On the contrary, he looked a little strange.
When looking at people, look at fate first. This has been Yang Yu's habit for many years.
This old Taoist possesses a rare treasure, but it is obviously no match for the Heavenly Eye. Before long, his fate has been revealed.
And one of them made Yang Yu couldn't help but think of the big black dog that should be having fun in the house at this moment...
[Early birth of Huafa]
Does Huafa mean white hair?
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Well, good night everyone. This volume is coming to an end, a little slower... There should be more, but I'm not sure, so don't scold me if there isn't...