Alienated Martial Arts

Under the dark sky, among the white snow, Luoshui flows quietly.

A large area of ​​ice has appeared near the beach. Perhaps the entire waterway will be frozen soon.

The sky is still covered with dark clouds.

The snow is falling heavily and the cold wind is howling.

An elegant man stood quietly by the water, letting the ice and snow fall on his body, turning into water stains and dripping down the gaps in his coir raincoat.

He put his hands behind his back and looked into the distance covered by the wind and snow, with a gentle expression and calm eyes.

Uh-huh...

Ripples suddenly appeared on the calm water surface.

In an instant, the wind stopped and the snow stopped within a few feet.

A petite figure shrouded in a black robe quietly appeared in front of the man.

"Lord Bingyun, Princess Huangmiao and Master Lei of the Red Thunder Tribe have no news at all. The last place they appeared was near Qizhou Fucheng."

The woman in black robe coughed softly, took out a small porcelain bottle, poured a few pills from it and put it into her mouth.

After a pause, she continued, "My subordinates sent people to inquire about the news and learned that there was a battle at the Qizhou Jiedu Envoy's residence a few days ago, and there was rumbling thunder coming from it. It is very likely that Master Lei was fighting with the great master. Zhou warriors fight against each other."

"Huang Miao was born in the Golden Horde royal family. She was surrounded by people who flattered her since she was a child, which made her unable to see herself clearly. She thought that everything in the world should be dominated by her, but she didn't want to leave Beihuang. , she is nothing at all.”

The man sighed and slowly looked away, "But the king has many children, so if a princess dies, she dies. It is an insignificant matter.

The only pity is that she also hooked up with the master of the Red Thunder Division, which can be regarded as a regrettable loss. "

When he said this, the topic suddenly changed, "On your way south from Beihuang, Youli fought against the Grandmaster of Southern Xinjiang on the side of Baiming Mountain. How is your recovery from your injuries?"

"It's no longer a serious problem. He will recover in the next few days."

The black-robed woman smiled faintly and said, "He exchanged one palm for my three needles, but he didn't know that I had a treasure armor to protect me and did not damage my foundation. Unfortunately, this person ran away immediately when he saw that the situation was not going well. His speed was so fast that even I couldn't It’s too late to catch up.”

"After being hit by three ghostly thorns from you, even if you are a martial arts master who is transformed from a heavenly being to a human being, you will still lose half your life. If you encounter him again in the future, it is no longer a worry."

Bing Yan slowly exhaled a breath of white mist, and the hands in his sleeves each formed a different seal. His whole body seemed to be integrated with the ice and snow.

Youli stopped talking and looked with him into the distance covered by heavy snow.

The wind and snow became stronger and stronger, covering the two of them as if they had turned into two lifeless corpses.

Time passed little by little.

Several crows with black feathers and red eyes circled and observed in the sky, and finally landed towards the river, ready to enjoy the long-awaited meal.

But before they got within three feet of the man, their bodies suddenly became stiff and fell to the ground like stones. The surface was also covered with a layer of blue ice crystals, which looked like lifelike ice sculptures.

The man opened his eyes at this moment, "You went to Shuize before going south this time. What is the situation of the Holy Master now?"

Youli seemed to suddenly come to life, his eyes turned slightly, and he looked up at the dark sky.

She was lost in thought and said slowly, "The Holy Master is becoming more and more elusive. I stood on the edge of the blood pool and looked at that strange face. I felt an inexplicable feeling of fear in my heart, as if I was facing the north. The same as King Huangxin.

Also, when I went to Shengze Heart Island to meet the Holy Master, she asked me to go to Luoshui, Qizhou, to look for the things left behind by Gui Shufeng, which was under the villa built thirty years ago. "

At this point, she frowned and said in a confused tone, "I don't understand. Gui Shufang has been dead for a long time. Since the Holy Master knows this, why has he not searched for it for so many years, but has to wait thirty years later?" I suddenly mentioned it today."

"Also, when the Holy Master talked about this matter, the expressions on the left and right sides were completely different. It made me feel as if she had really become two people. Even the spiritual threads surrounding the blood pool had changed. It has to be a little twisted and violent.”

Bing Yun frowned slightly, "In your opinion, what is the most likely scenario?"

"After I came out of Heart Island, I thought about it for a long time, but I never found an answer that convinced me."

Youli's eyes flashed with light as he considered his words, "But based on my understanding of the Holy Master, she has never mentioned the thing hidden in the villa before. The most likely thing is to let it hide deep underground and never see the light of day. good result.

At this time, we were suddenly asked to take a trip, maybe it was related to the changes in her. As the saying goes, times have changed, and times have changed. "

Bing Yuan was silent for a long time, with an inexplicable smile on his face, "In that case, I'll go with you to take a look."

Youli said in surprise, "Actually, I can go alone. Doesn't Lord Bingyun have other matters?"

He slowly turned around and walked south along the river, "Because I am also a little curious about what is buried under that villa that can make the Holy Master miss me until now.

Perhaps this is also an opportunity that allows me to peep into the path Gui Shufang took back then, and then to deduce the deepest secrets hidden by the Holy Master. This can also provide me with more reference value for my path of Yin and Yang. "

The night is already very deep.

The wind and snow enveloped the entire city of Qizhou.

There was no one on the street outside. Except for the lights on the hooks of the gambling houses, the rest of the place was dark and quiet. People had already huddled in their beds and fell into sweet dreams.

In the room, Wei Tao's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and a divine light flashed.

A looming golden-armored shadow appeared inside.

There is also a wisp of scarlet silk thread, meandering in the darkness, very smart.

As time goes by, there are more and more scarlet wires that need to be controlled, and they are getting longer and longer.

He also had to outline complicated lines and shapes, so the amount of energy expended increased rapidly.

What's more important is that while driving the silk threads, he must also maintain his awareness of the secrets of the Vajra and the spiritual meaning. With such distraction, the difficulty suddenly increases several times.

Snapped!

Without any warning, Wei Tao's eyes moved slightly, and everything suddenly returned to zero.

He sighed softly, drank the medicinal tea carefully, and sat on the chair, deep in thought.

After returning home from Jiedushi's residence, he had tried this countless times, and each time he failed. He even became more and more dull and sluggish as his spirit became exhausted.

Wei Tao closed his eyes, and the golden light appeared in his mind again.

Feel that it uses points to form lines, lines to form surfaces, and finally countless mysterious lines to form the golden armor phantom.

The center of his eyebrows was beating loudly, and his temples on both sides were sore and painful as if they were pinpricks.

But he still endured the nauseating sadness and went deep into it to feel it carefully, not even missing the line direction, turning angle, and even the proportion of every texture.

Time passed little by little.

Two lines of blood flowed quietly from the mouth and nose.

The drops of water fell on the chest, soaking the snow-white clothes with dots of scarlet plum blossoms.

"Haste makes waste. We cannot continue. If we continue to force ourselves to comprehend, we may injure ourselves. When the time comes that we will be mentally traumatized and have mystical thoughts come to us, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Wei Tao opened his eyes at this moment, raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, calmed down, and adjusted his breathing little by little.

This is just the mysterious spiritual meaning of the Vajra Secret Technique, but it is already so difficult, and there is no hope of success.

So, if he goes according to his idea, if he really wants to truly reproduce the virtual image with the golden lotus blooming, the tortoise on his feet, and the snakes surrounding him, the difficulty will increase exponentially, and there is almost no possibility of success in the foreseeable future. .

When Wei Tao thought about this, he even had some doubts as to whether his attempt to simulate the spiritual meaning of Xuan Nian with silk threads was a whimsical move.

However, when the treacherous threads are twisting and turning, carving out complicated lines one after another, they can still sense the seemingly invisible true meaning of the Vajra Secret Technique, which means that there should be no problem with the general direction.

The real problem is that he lacks the ability to reproduce it perfectly and truly lead this path.

After a short rest, Wei Tao unrolled the pictures and laid them flat on the table.

Starting from the Red Thread Secret Record and the Blood Lotus Picture Record, all the way to the abstract and distorted Xiyue Picture Record.

Then gather your thoughts and immerse yourself in it.

Unconsciously, he completely forgot about the passage of time.

His contemplation was interrupted until a soft click came from the courtyard outside the house.

Wei Tao put away the scroll and went outside the hospital to check the situation.

Only to find that it was a dead branch that had been weighed down by the snow and fell to the ground.

"gentlemen."

A figure appeared silently from the darkness and bowed slightly.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Shang."

Wei Tao looked up at the scattered snowflakes, took a deep breath of the cool and moist air, and felt the cold silence of the winter night.

"Sir, it seems that you have a difficult question." Shang Bian slowly followed behind and spoke carefully.

Wei Tao stopped in the middle of the yard, letting the wind and snow wrap around his body.

He thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "When Master Shang was at Iron Leg Gate, how did he feel when he looked at the Blood Lotus Picture Book?"

Shang Bian was silent for a moment, then smiled and sighed, "My subordinate's talents and qualifications were average at that time. He could only practice to the level of muscle training and could not continue. At most, he had touched the threshold of blood coagulation, so he had no chance to observe the Blood Lotus Picture Book. ."

After a pause, he seemed to be lost in memories, and after a long time he continued, "But when it comes to the feeling of visualizing the catalog, when the teacher was teaching the senior brother, I was lucky enough to hear a few words from the sidelines.

What the teacher means is that after practicing the Mountain Kick to achieve the perfection of coagulation, you must remember one key point when visualizing the Blood Lotus Illustration, that is, God puts the mind first, the mind comes first, the mind comes first, and the mystery appears automatically. "

“God puts the mind first, the mind comes first, the form comes first, the divine will comes first, and the mystery comes out of itself.”

Wei Tao was a little dazed, his attention was completely attracted by these sixteen words, and he had no impression of what Shang Bian said next.

It wasn't until a layer of snow fell on his body that he slowly exhaled a breath of white mist, with a small smile of joy on his face, "Master Shang's words are worth a thousand pieces of gold, and they awakened me, the dreamer.

It seems that we have indeed taken a detour before, and we need to change the direction of our efforts according to Master Shang's prompts. "

At this moment, Wei Tao inexplicably felt like he had been given a heads-up and suddenly had an enlightenment.

He had been stuck in a certain misunderstanding before, always pursuing meticulous accuracy, but neglecting another equally important point.

That is why the mysterious spiritual meaning of the Vajra Secret Technique can be displayed through these complicated lines, and the golden light travels through them, and what is the key to making them work.

In other words, it is not wrong to blindly pursue the accuracy of textures, but to the extent that he can achieve it now, the main purpose should be to express artistic conception.

As long as the goal can be achieved, the specific process in the middle and the methods and means used to achieve it are no longer the entire focus of the pursuit.

There was a soft squeaking sound.

Wei Tao returned to the room.

After a period of quiet rest, he started a new attempt again.

Uh-huh!

A strand of scarlet silk thread meandered along the lines again, and soon revealed the true meaning of the looming Vajra Secret Technique.

Wei Tao concentrated his mind, calmed his mind, tied his mind and horse, and shut out all distracting thoughts.

No longer care about the gains and losses in details, and no longer pursue the accuracy of copying. Even if there are slight deviations, it doesn't matter. Instead, we focus on sensing the spiritual power of the secret method of Vajra.

Look for the relationship within the lines and even between different lines, and adjust the movement of the silk according to changes in artistic conception and general trends.

In this way, the mental consumption is reduced a lot.

Let him persist until the entire process is completed.

Finally, the red threads that carried his understanding of Xuan Nian stopped, forming a somewhat weird, even ugly image.

The next moment, all the treacherous threads burned into ashes and disappeared without any warning, leaving no trace at all. .

Wei Tao stood there motionless, his eyes blank and his expression confused.

He was also a little confused whether the last time he had just revived Jin Gang's secret technique and mystical thoughts was a success, or another failure that he was accustomed to.

On the morning of the next day, Wei Tao came out of his home and went to the Jiedushi's residence first to confirm the situation after Feng Qingping started practicing the secret method of Vajra.

When she left, Feng Qingping's eyes were red and a little moist.

Ignoring that the ground was covered with mixed mud and snow, she prostrated directly in front of Wei Tao, touched her head to the ground and saluted, "Qing Ping has thanked Daozi for his great kindness. She will definitely wear a grass ring in her life to repay Daozi's kindness." ."

Wei Tao stood silently and accepted Feng Qingping's bow.

After all, the law is not taught lightly, the Tao is not sold cheaply, the teacher does not follow the path, and the doctor does not knock on the door. .

The saying that once you are a teacher, you will always be a father. If the master has something to do, the disciple will do his best. This is not just empty talk.

What's more, Feng Qingping's life was saved by him, and he taught him the Dharma to fight against the intrusion of delusions. Therefore, this worship was sincere and not false at all.

After coming out of Feng's house, Wei Tao walked along the snow-covered streets, exited the south gate of Fucheng and headed straight towards Luoshui.

After one night, the snowflakes turned into ice crystal fragments, which fell to the ground with a dense crisp sound.

When he was far away from the city wall behind him, his figure gradually faded quietly, as if he was completely integrated into the wind and snow, but also seemed to be floating outside. One moment he was still in the forest, and the next moment he was crossing the river.

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Liu Qingyuan was lying on the bed, covered with a down quilt and sleeping quietly.

Perhaps because of the difficulty in breathing, she was still snoring slightly, and the sound kept echoing in the bedroom.

With a soft creak, Wei Tao pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

And the next moment, the room turned dark without any warning.

It was almost impossible to reach out and see nothing.

Wei Tao's spirit suddenly soared, and his vital energy and blood circulated spontaneously, but in the next moment they all converged and fell silent.

"I haven't seen you for a while, but Liu Qingyuan actually broke through the mysterious sense."

"So, in this situation, I should have fallen into her delusions just like the personal maid."

"However, with her new level of strength, it is a bit strange that she could lead me into delusions without even realizing it."

Wei Tao thought in his heart, and his eyes blurred again.

In an instant the darkness receded and light appeared.

He breathed out a soft breath and stared speechlessly at the sea of ​​flowers that stretched to the end of his sight.

Wei Tao also did not expect that the mysterious delusion caused by Liu Qingyuan was almost exactly the same as his, with no essential difference.

There was even a woman in white clothes and skirt, slowly emerging from the depths of the flowers and appearing in front of him.

Wei Tao looked expressionless and observed carefully.

After a while, I suddenly discovered the biggest difference.

That is, in Liu Qingyuan's manifested delusion, the bone altar did not appear, let alone the various chaotic sounds related to it.

After a moment, the woman in white turned around and walked towards the depths of the sea of ​​flowers.

As she left, the flowers parted to the left and right, automatically forming a road leading into the distance.

Wei Tao followed directly without much hesitation.

The two of them walked one behind the other through the sea of ​​flowers.

The scenes all around him were exactly the same, and it even made him feel like he was always standing still.

Until a dark, dilapidated building suddenly appeared in front of us, everything suddenly became completely different.

Another flower appeared in front of Wei Tao's eyes.

Instead of the sea of ​​flowers all over the mountains and plains, we were in a dark stone palace, which was empty except for a large and heavy coffin.

An old oil lamp burned quietly in front of the coffin, its pale green flame flickering on and off.

The woman in white clothes and skirt walked closer to the coffin step by step, and then slowly lay down in it.

He watched this scene quietly, and waves suddenly rose in his heart.

"Liu Qingyuan's mysterious delusion is not about the sea of ​​flowers, but about this dilapidated stone palace. If I guess correctly, it should be the ancestral hall of the Luocha clan."

"Thinking further, this woman in white clothes and white skirt, who I have always regarded as Sun Xiyue, may be the corpse enshrined in the Luocha clan's ancestral hall."

"Then, what could the altar of bones that appeared in my own delusion be?"

Wei Tao frowned, lost in thought.

Unaware of the passage of time, my mysterious and delusional thoughts gradually faded away.

"When did you come, sir?"

It wasn't until Liu Qingyuan woke up from his dream that he interrupted his meditation.

"I just arrived not long ago, and I'm about to take you to Gui Shufang's manor again."

Wei Tao found a chair and sat down, and asked casually, "When did you enter the Xuangan realm?"

"Xuangan?"

Liu Qingyuan couldn't help but was slightly startled, and after a moment she said in surprise, "I didn't even know that I had reached the level of mysticism until my husband mentioned it."

Wei Tao slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, "From practicing Zang to Mysterious Skills, you don't feel anything at all?"

"I feel absolutely nothing."

Liu Qingyuan thought slowly and said, "I'm sure that I was still practicing at the visceral level before going to bed last night. Could it be that after having a strange dream, I accidentally broke through to the mysterious realm?"

"What dream did you have? Can you still remember it?" Wei Tao asked.

Liu Qingyuan sighed, and his expression suddenly became a little strange, "I dreamed that I was sleeping."

After a pause, she added, "It was an empty and dilapidated room with no furniture or anything in it. There was only a coffin, and I lay in it and slept soundly.

Then I suddenly woke up for some reason and saw my husband appearing in the stone house and coming to me.

After meeting my husband, I really woke up and found that I was really sleeping. "

She looked left and right, and even pinched her arm a few times, "It's not like I'm still awake. I'm still dreaming."

Suddenly, without any warning, she became silent and stopped moving her hands.

After being silent for a long time, Liu Qingyuan slowly raised her head, her eyes full of solemnity, and her expression a little painful and confused.

"No, that's not right. There is something very important that I can't remember."

"Something must have happened last night before I fell asleep, but now I have no recollection of it."

She jumped out of bed, not caring that she was only wearing thin clothes, and walked barefoot into the wind and snow outside.

I kept looking for something in the yard.

Wei Tao followed and helped her put on a white fur cloak.

At this moment, Liu Qingyuan suddenly froze, subconsciously rubbing the smooth and soft fur, and murmured to himself, "Someone should have come to see me last night. There is still the smell of that person on this dress."

She frowned, and her whole body was a little distracted.

He was still muttering in his mouth, "Mysterious senses, delusions, weird threads..."

"That person said that's not how Weisi is used!"

As he spoke, Liu Qingyuan suddenly raised his head and said, "Sir, that person came to me and mentioned Youxuan Weisi again. Do you think he might have the same purpose as you, that is, for the manor that Gui Shufang built?" Come!?"