Beast

Early mornings in the Hantie Mining Area are much colder than in other areas of the Yufeng Sect. There is not much Hantie ore left in the mining area of ​​the Hantie Mining Area. In three or four years, the original Hantie ore will be mined out.

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Yang Qing was wearing a thin gray robe and did not feel the cold. After washing himself with cold water, he spread his legs and ran towards Guanyue Mountain at full speed.

Yang Qing's body was flexible, soaring among the rocks and trees without any signs of stagnation. He had climbed to the top of Guanyue Mountain in the time it took him to make tea.

He lifted a medium-sized stone weighing seven to eight hundred kilograms from the top of the mountain and began to practice. The hot air exhaled from his mouth and nose was blown away by the mountain wind and disappeared without a trace.

My mind is no longer affected by the abnormality in my body, my spirit is clear, and I am very devoted to cultivation.

"Yang Qing, you really don't want your life. You are practicing like this before your injury has healed." A gentle voice came, with worry and anger in his tone.

"It's not as serious as you think. The snake gallbladder and male gallbladder fruit have healed the injury ** and it no longer affects your cultivation."

Yang Qing grinned, his rough face full of joy.

"Humph, this pill is poison. You should take it." Sun Xinyao returned to her usual beauty. The embarrassed look she had yesterday was no longer visible. She stretched out her delicate hand, and a blue-yellow pill the size of a dragon's eye appeared in her hand.

"This..." Yang Qing hesitated in his heart. Of course, it was not that he was afraid to take it. He also knew that this pill was definitely not the poison Sun Xinyao said. It was used to heal injuries.

"I'm afraid of death, so I don't dare to eat it," Sun Xinyao said jokingly with a smile.

"Hey...I'll eat it." Yang Qing didn't want to accept the gift, nor did he want to reject Sun Xinyao's kindness.

Open your mouth and swallow the elixir into your abdomen. The elixir will melt as soon as it enters your abdomen, turning into bursts of coolness and dispersing into your five internal organs, limbs and bones.

The dull pain in the body and the marks in the internal organs will be healed with the integration of coolness.

"Oh! I'm dead!" Yang Qing said with a thud, rolling his eyes.

Seeing Yang Qing fall to the ground and pretending to be dead, Sun Xinyao covered her mouth and chuckled, muttering "big liar"

"Yang Qing, get up, it's so cold." Sun Xinyao lightly kicked Yang Qing's feet to wake him up.

"This elixir is really miraculous. My injury has healed." Yang Qing moved his body and praised in his mouth.

"I got this from my master by pretending to be sick," Sun Xinyao said proudly, holding her hands behind her back and standing on tiptoes.

Yang Qing grinned, his face covered with black lines.

"Yang Qing, why do you keep staring at my nose?" Sun Xinyao gently touched the tip of her nose with her slender hand and asked doubtfully.

"No, it's nothing." Yang Qing denied it. He didn't dare to tell the truth.

"You should deal with the blood of the enlightened beast in your belly yourself." Sun Xinyao did not doubt that he was there. She had looked into the bronze mirror more than a dozen times before coming here.

As for why it happened so many times, she couldn't explain.

"Nothing abnormal, I just feel full." Yang Qing scratched his left arm, naturally knowing what Sun Xinyao meant by 'deal with it yourself'.

Those who drink animal blood may suffer from poisoning in severe cases and diarrhea in mild cases. He has neither of these symptoms. He only feels as if he has eaten ten pounds of meat, feeling full and full of energy.

"It's no longer strange for weird people to do weird things." Sun Xinyao's face remained unchanged and she muttered in a low voice.

"What?" Yang Qing heard vaguely and asked.

"Hehe, it's nothing. You can practice while I watch." Sun Xinyao smiled, interrupted the matter, and turned around to look at the scenery elsewhere.

Yang Qing spared his left arm, shook his head, lifted the big stone beside him, and devoted himself to practice.

Yang Qing held up the big stone, squatted and jumped, thinking about "turbulent waves" in his mind. He accidentally realized it in the desperate situation yesterday, which increased his consciousness and could cover a range of one foot. This move was so powerful that it could directly kill the enlightened beast.

Yang Qing knew that although he had initially mastered this style of Turbulent Waves, the secret behind it was unknown. It was not clear what level the founder of "Nujiang Stick Technique" was, but no matter how deep the founder's understanding was, what was certain was that it was 'turbulent waves'

This style is far from over.

The rivers, lakes and seas are angry, and the raging waves are endless, but Yang Qing can only reach "ten stacks".

If he wants to make any further progress in the 'Shocking Waves', he can only wait until his realm improves again.

As for the other three of the four foreign styles, Yang Qing failed to understand them. After all, he had never seen Danyunjiang River, and he could not imagine such a magnificent scene.

Of the four foreign styles in "Nujiang Stick Technique", the style is second, and the artistic conception is the most fundamental.

At this time, Yang Qing had a total of 878 points contributed by the sect, and he was very close to his goal. In the next few days, he went to look for Songshan Ganoderma alone.

Carrying a fine steel rod, he went more than ten miles deep into the mountains. There was no danger on the way. When he picked a 10-year-old pine-shirted Ganoderma lucidum, he discovered that a savage beast charged towards him angrily.

The sturdy pig's body is covered with steel needle-like bristles, long tusks, and four short legs that fly very fast.

This savage beast was like the one I saw a few days ago. When the savage beast saw Yang Qing, it gasped, and its eyes seemed to be even more angry.

Yang Qing realized that something was not going well, so he hurriedly left, holding a fine steel rod in one hand and a pine-shirt Ganoderma lucidum in the other. He was driven away by the beast for five miles before he gave up.

Including this Ganoderma lucidum, Yang Qing's contribution to the sect was still less than one thousand, so Yang Qing had no choice but to pick it again.

This time Yang Qing learned wisely and set out from Guanyue Mountain to search for the Kaiming beast's territory. The Kaiming beast had only been dead for a few days, so its territory would probably not be occupied by other monsters.

Not long after entering the Kaiming Beast's territory, Yang Qing picked a pine-shirt Ganoderma lucidum, which contributed to a thousand points of sect contribution. He was very happy.

On the way back, Yang Qing hummed a ditty, imagining the Hidden Gong Pavilion in his mind. He felt very proud and happy. To his ears, the tuneless ditty was as sweet as Sun Xinyao's voice.

Humming, Yang Qing felt that it suddenly started raining on a sunny day. The rain was very strange, and it only fell on his head.

Yang Qing felt very strange. He looked up in confusion and realized that it was not rain, but a little monkey as big as his thumb, standing on the tree and peeing on his head.

One of the little monkey's hairy paws covered the ears hanging next to the monkey's face, and the other hairy paw pointed at Yang Qing and laughed loudly. In the end, he laughed so hard that he covered his belly and opened his mouth, unable to speak.

sound.

Yang Qing touched a handful of wet hair and smelled the smell of urine. Feeling angry, he raised his finger and pointed at the monkey on the tree and said angrily, "You hairy monkey, you are so small, but you are so naughty, look at me."

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The little monkey with a big thumb suddenly became anxious when he heard the word "small". Before Yang Qing could finish speaking, the monkey kicked off the tree with his paws and rushed down with a "swish".

Yang Qing stretched out his hand to grab it, but it was in vain. He only felt a burning pain on his head. After taking a closer look, the little monkey climbed back up the tree and started to laugh loudly again.

I rubbed my head with a grin, and there were two bumps the size of quail eggs on my head. This monkey refused to scratch people, but it actually hit them with its fists. It turned out to be fists.

Yang Qing said a few harsh words to the little monkey on the tree, and then ran away in despair, regardless of whether the monkey understood it or not.

When Lu Zhen and others learned about Yang Qing's experience, not only did they not comfort him, they even burst into laughter. Lu Zhen was so relieved that he couldn't help but laugh.

Yang Qing told Sun Xinyao about this again, hoping to get a few words of comfort. Sun Xinyao actually burst into laughter and burst into tears.

After burning the incense, Sun Xinyao stopped laughing and told her that the little monkey was called Miyinling Monkey. He liked listening to music the most and hated being told that he was small.

One of Sun Xinyao's senior sisters was good at playing the piano, so she raised a Miyin monkey, and many of her disciples had spirit animals.

Sun Xinyao looked disappointed when she said that she had never gone out to practice in the mountains and had never subdued a spiritual beast. She could only feel envious when she saw the various strange spiritual beasts of other disciples.

When Yang Qing saw Sun Xinyao looking lost, his heart became filled with panic. He secretly made up his mind that he would get a spiritual beast and give it to Sun Xinyao. Due to both emotion and reason, Yang Qing felt that it should be done.

The next day, the bruise on Yang Qing's head disappeared, and he came to the Hidden Gong Pavilion nervously and excitedly with a yellow talisman with the words '1078' on it.

Several disciples on the first floor of the Hidden Gong Pavilion were looking at the books again. When Yang Qing entered, the other disciples didn't even look up. It was obvious that they didn't want to waste their precious sect contribution.

The old man in white clothes was still leaning on the desk, looking at unknown books. Yang Qing secretly thought in his heart, "How many books can this senior read?" Then he clasped his fists and saluted, and walked up the stairs in the corner to the second floor.

"Not bad, not bad." The old man in white caressed his beard and praised, then showed a puzzled look.

Yang Qing came to the second floor. The layout here was similar to that on the first floor. Rows of bookshelves stood against the wall. An old man in white was attached to the table and read books.

"Senior, I want to watch "Thirty-six Styles of Hunyuan"," Yang Qing said respectfully, holding the talisman in both hands.

"Well, let's go, row seven, number fifteen." The old man in white raised his head, smiled slightly, and said.

"Twins?" Yang Qing was surprised in his heart, for no other reason than that the old man in front of him looked exactly the same as the one on the first floor.

"Thank you, senior." Yang Qing thanked him respectfully, handed the talisman paper into the old man's hands, and walked towards the seventh row of bookshelves.

"This is the "Thirty-six Styles of Hunyuan"?" Yang Qing followed the old man's instructions and picked up a jade slip numbered fifteen. This jade slip was palm-sized, smooth, gentle, and quite simple.

Take a deep breath to calm down the tension and excitement, release your spiritual consciousness, and penetrate into the jade slip.

"Buzz"

In front of you is a gray place, you can't tell how big it is, there is no sky, no earth, it is like floating in the air. This is not the second floor of the Hidden Gong Pavilion at all.

Yang Qing looked around and saw a golden person not far away, but it couldn't be said to be a human being. He had no face and no hair, just like a stone sculpture, with only a simple outline.

The golden humanoid stood up numbly when he saw Yang Qing looking at him, and then started to move.

He pulled it apart and struck out one move at a time. The golden figure had no human anger, but the moves he made were completely natural.

""Sixteen Innate Moves"" Yang Qing recognized the moves performed by the golden humanoid at a glance.

Yang Qing is very familiar with this move. He has practiced the "Sixteen Innate Moves" nearly ten thousand times.

"It's different!" Yang Qing said in surprise.

The golden human form is very similar to the "Sixteen Innate Forms" he practiced, but there is a slight difference. This difference is caused by the imperfect painting of the "Sixteen Innate Forms".

Yang Qing looked at it very carefully. If he had eyes now, they would be unblinking.

After finishing the "Sixteen Innate Moves", the golden humanoid stood upright and played again.

Perform the ten poses, stand upright in the closing position, and perform the pose again.

Perform six poses, stand upright, and perform the pose again.

Perform the third position, stand upright in the closing position, and perform the movement again.

Make the first move, then stand still without moving.

If Yang Qing had a mouth at this time, his chin must have touched his toes.;