Comprehensive martial arts: Guarding Wudang, stopping Xu Weixiong at the beginning

Originally, there was not much hunger, but when Mu Huanhuan served a plate of delicious dishes full of color and flavor.

Lin Xuan's stomach made an extremely gurgling sound, and his appetite suddenly increased.

Bigu has been supporting him for a long time, relying on the qi and blood in his body, so he is naturally no longer polite, and he devours it in a gobble.

It wasn't until the plates in front of him were piled up as high as a hill that he stopped, picked up his teacup, and rinsed his mouth with the tea.

"Little junior brother, when did you become so edible."

The third senior sister Mu Huanhuan was sweating profusely and looked at her little junior brother with the eyes of a monster.

"It's not often that you can eat it."

Lin Xuan's expression was slightly embarrassed: "Isn't it that I've been hungry for a long time." "

"Is it enough, or else~ I have to do it again."

She asked.

"That's enough."

The little Taoist priest smiled: "If you eat it again, I'm afraid you will be overwhelmed by Sister Huanhuan." "

Seeing that his third senior sister was weighing the big horse spoon and making two strokes, the little Taoist priest immediately surrendered: "Don't adjust Sister Xiao Huanhuan." "

"That's pretty much it."

Mu Huanhuan blinked: "When you're full, hurry back and have a good rest." "

"Gone."

Coming out of the canteen, I stepped on the bluestone path, stepping on the thick snow, leaving two lines of shallow footprints.

The wind is howling, the snow is falling, and the night is as dark as ink, so I go straight back to my room and boil water for a bath.

changed into a set of cheongsam, and instead of continuing to exhale and practice, he fell asleep.

In the way of cultivation, it is very important to be diligent and hardworking, but it also has to be relaxed, and more than ten days of enlightenment consumes a lot of energy.

You need to get a good night's sleep.

The white jade skill has entered the twelve-fold realm, cultivating into the realm of perfection, both inside and outside, and now only by cultivating the true qi, you can enter the realm of vajra naturally.

This night, I slept for four days and nights, and I couldn't wake up no matter how I called it, so Mu Huanhuan even invited the head teacher.

After checking it, Wang Chonglou just smiled: "When he sleeps enough, he will naturally wake up." "

Sure enough

Early morning of the fifth day

The sky was slightly bright, and the wind swept the snow into the small courtyard, slapping on the doors and windows, making a banging sound.

on the bed

The young Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes, turned over and went to the ground, stretched his waist, and felt extremely comfortable up and down.

Thoughts are accessible, qi and blood are running, and internal force shuttles through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, wandering among the limbs and hundreds of remains.

Pushing open the door, the cold wind was coming, but it didn't feel cold at all, but it was exceptionally warm.

He walked out of the room in a thin robe, stepping on the thick snow and holding his hands behind his back.

"Little junior brother, you're awake."

"Little junior brother, haven't you eaten?"

"Little junior brother, are you hungry or not."

The senior brothers and sisters who came and went greeted him one after another, and Lin Xuan also responded with a smile.

I went to the dining hall for breakfast, and I didn't do anything else, but went back to my room and continued to sleep.

This was the case for several days in a row, waking up in the morning to eat and sleeping until dawn the next day.

Suddenly, seven or eight days passed, and the snow in Wudang Mountain became more and more intense.

This morning, Lin Xuan put on his robe, carried the sheathed light sword, went to the dining hall for breakfast, and did not return to the room.

Instead, embark on the trail to Lotus Peak.

The ancient trees are verdant, and although they are much less emerald, the branches are covered with thick snow.

It is densely packed, and the path is covered like a snow cave.

The Lotus Peak is extremely steep, the mountain road is rugged, not far away is the cliff, the mountain stream is deep valley, all creeping under the flying snow.

However, it was a little steep, for Lin Xuan, it was like walking on the ground, and he walked for a long time before he came to the foot of Lotus Peak.

In the vast wind and snow, a figure could be faintly seen, wearing a simple Taoist robe, his hands hanging in his cuffs, and a long sword on his back.

"Uncle Shi."

Lin Xuan recognized this figure, it was the uncle who had taken out a sword at Lotus Peak a long time ago and confronted a great master of the Heavenly Phenomena Realm.

It's just that this uncle has always ignored the affairs in the mountains, and spends most of the year practicing swords in the mountains.

He rarely speaks, he has been on the mountain for so many years, and he has only heard about a dozen words from this uncle.

This is Lin Xuan, the other disciples, but for many years, they haven't even heard a word.

The young Taoist priest stepped forward quickly.

"How are you interested in coming to Lotus Peak?"

The Taoist with the sword on his back looked him up and down a few times, becoming more and more satisfied, and a smile appeared on his rigid face.

Although he has always been extremely fond of Lin Xuan, his nephew, he didn't expect that Lin Xuan could give him so many surprises frequently.

"Uncle Shi, the disciple wants to borrow your treasure land."

Lin Xuan spoke. Pointing to the top of the Lotus Peak, this is the place where his uncle practices and understands the sword, so he still has to say hello in advance, so as not to lose etiquette.

"But you want to retreat and break through the Vajra Realm?"

The emaciated middle-aged Taoist priest asked.

"Hmm."

He didn't hide it and nodded.

"Go ahead."

Uncle Shi's eyes were approving: "In the future, Wudang will rely on you to provoke the head." "

Staying in these words, the Taoist priest turned around, took a step out, and disappeared into the vast wind and snow, without a trace.

"Uncle Shi is still free and easy."

Lin Xuan sighed, and in an instant, his voice was drowned out by the wind and snow and disappeared without a trace.

Stepping forward, he walked towards the top of the Lotus Peak, the last time he comprehended the sword momentum, he was only on the side of the Lotus Peak.

And this time, he was going to climb the main peak, which was also the most steep place in Wudang, and the trail on the mountain had been flooded with snow and thick ice.

When the young Taoist priest came to the front of the main peak, there was a smooth cliff in front of him, and when he raised his head, he couldn't see the end of the peak at all, completely hidden under the violent storm and snow.

This cliff is two or three hundred zhang high, even if the internal strength is strong, it is difficult to climb.

Taking a deep breath, the fivefold pure yang gong was running to the extreme, and the true qi rushed into the meridians around the body, with a long roar, shattering the wind and snow, the sleeve robe agitated, the toes were a little, and the body was raised out of thin air, like an arrow from the string, sticking to the steep and smooth rock wall.

It rose fifteen, sixteen, or seven zhang in one breath, and it was terrifying to be so strong and inside, but the upward momentum was slow.

The true qi in his chest began to subside, if the qi was exhausted, his body would fall down, Lin Xuan did not panic at all.

The toes were slightly raised on the rocks somewhere on the cliff, and the frost wrapped around the surface was shattered in an instant.

With this focus, Lin Xuan completed the ventilation, the pure yang true qi exploded, and his body swept up again.

It is like a Kunpeng flying into the sky, swaying upward, agitating with both hands and robes, swallowing true qi, stepping on heavy snow, riding the wind, just three mouthfuls of true qi, it has risen fifty or sixty zhang high, at this time, there is no heaven and sun on the top of the mountain, and there is no earth and mountains below.

Standing in the vast snow, the eyes were snow-white, and the fivefold pure yang gong was operated to the extreme, and the speed of the rise skyrocketed.

The higher you go, the easier it is to climb the main lotus peak, because near the top of the mountain there are piles of rocks, and there are huge cracks everywhere, and large and small trees grow horizontally from the cracks.

With great leverage, the young Taoist stepped on the raised rock wall, his body bent slightly, and then jumped out violently, like a stretched bowstring, and instantly burst out with great power.

If you are an ordinary person, blown by this wind, you are afraid that the cold will enter the body in an instant, and you will have a headache and brain fever and lie in bed for a long time.

A breath of true qi is raised, the whistling sound reappears, the pure yang true qi gushes out, the wind blows fiercely, people are in the air, walking against the wind, stepping seven or eight steps in a row, each step out, will be several feet high.

Wudang Tiyun Zong's technique was superbly used in Lin Xuan's hands, nine is extreme, when he took nine steps, he began to exhaust, his right hand poked out from his sleeve robe, pinched his palm print, and slapped towards the wind and snow under him.

The palm burst out, and the layers of wind and snow were shattered, but soon more wind and snow were coming.

But Lin Xuan took advantage of this force of the shock, and his body rose eight or nine feet taller again, and his toes stepped on a raised stone.

"Boom"

The stubborn stone shattered, and the whole person was like an arrow from the string, breaking through the wind and snow in one fell swoop, falling from the sky and falling on the top of the lotus peak.

The chest rises and falls, the dantian swells, and the internal strength and blood are surging, shuttling through the meridians and flesh, making a low whistling sound.

With his hands on his back, the wind was blowing, blowing the Taoist robe, and the young Taoist priest stood on the main peak, overlooking the entire Wudang, although there was wind and snow covering his eyes, but his heart still gave birth to a sense of pride and ambition.

Ascending high and looking far away, all the mountains are small, and the heavens and the earth are small.

"If there is no wind and snow, when the sky is clear, it will be more magnificent."

Lin Xuan chuckled, sat cross-legged on the bluestone at the peak, untied the long sword, and placed it horizontally on his knees.

Close your eyes, five hearts to the sky, concentrate and calm your qi, run the pure yang Wuji Gong, the majestic true qi comes out of the dantian, pierces the heart vein, and then injects into the condensing light sword, and then returns to the body, and finally returns to the dantian.

Do the Zhou Tian cycle, the twelve white jade skills are running, and the whole body is up and down, faintly revealing the jade color.

The wind and snow are long

Falling from the sky (read the violent novel, just go to the Feilu Novel Network!) ）

Submerge the main peak of the lotus

He also drowned the young Taoist priest, and the snow fell on his head, shoulders, and clothes.

It didn't take long for Lin Xuan to become a motionless snowman, and his mind was immersed in the sea of knowledge.

Bai Yu Gong and Pure Yang Wuji Gong automatically operate, dispatching qi and blood, refining and refining qi, and streams of powerful essence qi gushed out from the flesh and blood around the body, rushing into the meridians, and after running for a week, it was transformed into pure yang internal force.

If the body is strong, the qi is full of blood, blood.

Buddhist martial arts, from the outside to the inside, first temper the physique, minor to practice qi, when the physique is tempered to a high and profound level.

Then the essence contained in the body is fed back to cultivation, so as to promote the rapid increase of internal force.

The Daomen, on the other hand, practice Qi first, focus on Qi training, and when the True Qi is cultivated to a strong level, it feeds back to the physical body.

This is also why the disciples of Buddhism look like tigers with their backs and waists, five big and three thick, while most of the people in the Taoist sect are immortal and bone-wise.

Buddhism uses true qi to replenish the body, and Taoism uses the body to replenish the true qi.

And Lin Xuan is a dual cultivation of Taoism and Buddhism, and before he originally practiced Baiyu Gong, although his true qi also fed back to the physical body, it was extremely limited.

After Bai Yugong enters the twelvefold realm, the physical body is complete, and at this time, the true qi is fed, and a steady stream of essence flows out of the flesh and blood and turns into internal force.

You only need to use internal force to fill the limit of what your body can carry, and you can enter the Vajra realm.

Every moment, the true qi in the body was increasing, which was an extremely terrifying cultivation speed.

The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, and it has only been a day and night, and on the top of Lotus Peak, where is there still his figure, only a huge snowdrift remains, vaguely with a humanoid outline.

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The snow continued to fall

The whole Wudang has long been Xi to this snowy life, and the meat dishes for the winter have been prepared early and placed in the cellar.

The heavy snow covers the mountain, just idle, whether it is the second generation of disciples or the third generation of disciples, they all have a lot of time and thought for cultivation.

Practice sword, boxing, and palm.

Because the power of the Mianzhang stacking strength was tested in the actual battle, it could indeed restrain the body refining exercises of Buddhism, so Wang Chonglou simply added the Mianzhang to the compulsory exercises of Wudang disciples.

It means nothing else, it is used to target Buddhism, especially Shaolin.

In the early morning, the sky was gray, and on the practice platform in front of the Zhenwu Hall, neat slogans sounded.

"Out of the sword."

The second-generation disciples stood at the front, and the third-generation disciples stood at the back, numbering hundreds.

One by one, their expressions were serious, and the long swords in their hands waved with the slogan of the whitebeard old man.

These hundreds of disciples are the result of many years of painstaking management by Senior Brother Wang Chonglou, and they will be the cornerstone of Wudang in the future.

"Be steady when you come out of your sword."

The white-bearded old man made a move casually, and on the shelf, a long sword came out of the sheath, fell into his hand, and held a three-foot long sword, stabbing out violently.

"Be quick."

The sword stabbed out, sending a low whistling sound that tore the wind and snow apart.

"Do you see clearly?"

The old Taoist priest had a straight face: "When will you be able to do what I do, you can practice the sword." "

Seeing the excitement of hundreds of disciples.

This is a morning class, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, or thunder and lightning, every day before dawn, so the disciples have to gather at the practice platform and practice the sword for half an hour.

Among all the disciples, there was only one exception, and that was Lin Xuan, who went down the mountain early every day.

In front of the Zhenwu Palace, Wudang Sect Leader Wang Chonglou put his hands behind his back and watched this writing disciple practicing swords in full swing.

There was a slight sigh on his face.

But he heard his own senior brother, that is, the white-bearded old dao, continue: "Whether it is a second-generation disciple or a third-generation disciple, you must look up to your junior brother, junior uncle Lin Xuan.

Practice diligently, practice swords hard, and in time, the burden of revitalizing Wudang will fall on you, and you may be able to bear it? "

"I can afford it."

There are second-generation disciples who shouted: "Revitalizing Wudang is the responsibility of our generation." "

"Revitalizing Wudang is the responsibility of our generation."

It doesn't matter if it's a second-generation disciple or a third-generation disciple.

There is no intrigue, no deceit, only surging blood, this is Wudang, and it is Lin Xuan's home.

"Practice the sword."

The white-haired Taoist priest shouted: "The rivers and lakes are cruel, and only by relying on swordsmanship, internal strength, and martial arts can Wudang be revitalized." "

"Snort"

A mouthful of steel long swords stabbed out in unison.

"Split."

"Flirt."

"Slash."

There are no flashy moves, during the morning class, they practice all basic sword moves, and after waiting for the end of the morning class, each disciple leaves and practices on their own.

Time passed day by day, the New Year was approaching, Wudang was busy again, and the third senior sister Mu Huanhuan took many disciples of three generations to clean the courtyards and hang red lanterns one by one.

"Master, there are three days left before the New Year's Festival, hasn't the little junior brother been out of the customs yet?"

Mu Huanhuan came to the Zhenwu Hall again to ask.

"Leave him alone."

Wang Chonglou was at ease, picked up the teacup and said leisurely: "When it's time to go out, he will naturally go out." "

However, before the words fell, the face of the Wudang Sect twitched and changed color slightly.

"Master, what's going on?"

Mu Huanhuan hurriedly asked.

"Your little junior brother is going to be out of the customs."

Wang Chonglou stroked his beard and smiled.

Lotus Peak

The goose feathers were splashing with snow, and the thick snow on the ground suddenly burst, revealing the figure sitting cross-legged inside.

The young Taoist priest's eyes were closed, his expression was peaceful, and his face was like a crown of jade, with a faint luster flowing.

The next moment

Lin Xuan opened his eyes

"Snort"

The long sword on his knee was unsheathed violently, silently, without any fluctuations of true qi, holding the long sword in his right hand, the blade was cold, like a pool of autumn water, not stained with dust.

There is no majestic sword qi, no domineering sword intent, the long sword is cut out, a sword that is understated.

Inside the Lotus Peak, the middle-aged Taoist priest who was concentrating on the sword woke up, his eyes were horrified, and he looked up at the main peak of the Lotus.

The next moment

The wind and snow that was originally splashing and overwhelming, drowning the entire Wudang, suddenly stopped.

Countless Wudang disciples raised their heads and looked at the sky, only to see the sparse snowflakes falling.

No snowflakes fell, and outside Wudang, the snow was still heavy, covering the sky and the sun.

"What's going on?"

Qiu Bai, who was practicing swords in the back mountain, raised his head and muttered to himself, his eyesight was excellent, and he saw that the sky dome hundreds of zhang high was still white, and it seemed to be piled up with dense snow.

Qiu Bai looked at the main peak of the lotus, and he faintly felt that this strange scene seemed to have something to do with his little junior brother.

Apse

The white-haired old Taoist priest walked out of the main hall and stood in the courtyard, raising his head and his eyelids jumping wildly.

The wind and snow over the entire Wudang sky were cut off, as if there was an invisible force protecting Wudang.

Let the snow fall all over the sky.

"What a terrible force zero is this?".