Create A Cultivation Technique At The Beginning

In Constantinople.

The young beggar took action.

Above the Red Sea.

The young waiter was also ready to embark on the formation.

However, the trip didn't go so smoothly.

This is true for beggars, and the same is true for beggars.

In 1271, when the boy was seventeen years old, his father and uncle took the pope's reply letter and gifts, and led him and a dozen traveling companions to the east. They entered the Mediterranean from Venice, then crossed the Black Sea, passed through the two river basins and arrived at the ancient Middle Eastern city of Baghdad. From here to Hormuz, the outlet of the Persian Gulf, they could take a boat directly to China.

However, something unexpected happened at this time. When they were shopping in a town, they were targeted by robbers. The gang of robbers caught them while they were sleeping at night and imprisoned them separately. In the middle of the night, the boy and his father escaped. When they called for reinforcements, the robbers had already left, and except for the uncle, their other traveling companions were also missing.

The boy came to Hormuz with his father and uncle, and waited for two months, but failed to find a ship to China, so he had to take the land route instead.

This is a road full of difficulties and obstacles, a road that discourages even the most ambitious travelers.

They headed east from Hormuz, crossed the desolate and terrifying Ilangsha "453" desert, and crossed the steep and cold Pamir Plateau. Along the way, they trudged across mountains and rivers, overcoming the troubles of disease, hunger and thirst, and avoiding bandits and Invasion of wild beasts.

Coming towards the east.

Legends from the far east support their actions.

The young man moved forward amid difficulties.

At the same time, a small raft also set off from Constantinople.

A journey begins with no idea of ​​what lies ahead and the outcome.

Heading towards heaven, heading towards that myth.

But all this has nothing to do with China at this time. After the fragmentation of history, the trajectory of history has gone in a completely unknown direction.

The turmoil in the Central Plains continues.

The natural moat in Xiangyang City blocks all Tatars from going south.

However, the South lost power.

Although there was some confusion, there was no big shock.

The huge damage caused by the Meng Yuan invasion caused every place to be cultivated.

All are recovering.

The entire south fell into extra peace at this moment.

It is not only society that is also peaceful, but also the entire martial arts world.

Jiang Chen's sword broke the trajectory of the world, but some things still happened.

The Mongolian Yuan invaded and the land of China sank. A large number of people from all walks of life participated in it, and the ending was undoubtedly tragic.

The city of Xiangyang was destroyed.

Beixia Guo Jing comes to an end.

A generation of heroes used his last glory to compose that epic.

At the same time, the entire martial arts community in the Central Plains was ruined.

At this moment, the martial arts world completely withered.

Even if there is no Lu Chen in China, some things still happen.

Like the common people, martial arts people are also recovering from the pain caused by this catastrophe.

Outside the Shaolin Temple.

Zhang Junbao and Guo Xiang were silent.

Looking at each other.

Speechless for a moment.

"Xia Guo Xiang, I'm going back to Wudang, why don't you come with me?"

The young Zhang Junbao was hesitant and nervous. The boy's ignorance made him unable to help but speak, but he could feel that the girl would refuse.

In fact it seems so.

"Little monk, no need!"

Guo Xiang shook his head and looked into the distance involuntarily.

Xiangyang City was destroyed, and she was brought out by the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, but she was blind. For her, her parents died, everything disappeared, and the whole world completely collapsed at that moment.

"B....!"

Zhang Junbao opened his mouth, but at this moment he didn't know what to say.

Finally, he shook his head with a sigh, turned around, and walked away into the distance.

The boy and the girl are separated.

Hundreds of years apart.

On top of Huashan Mountain.

Hao Datong's figure appeared.

At this time, there were no disciples behind him.

He did not die in that battle, but his disciples almost suffered heavy losses.

Of the more than a hundred disciples he brought with him, only a dozen survived in the end.

He had no words to see those people anymore, and he also had no intention to see his senior brothers.

"That's all, I have already left the Quanzhen Sect."

"Junior brother, senior brother, I am not wrong, but I am really wrong."

A sighing voice spoke.

Hao Datong's eyes looked at the cliff in front of him.

The next moment, the figure flows.

The sword energy around him swept across his body, and as his true energy moved, the stone wall in front began to explode rapidly.

Outlined one stroke after another.

In just an instant, three words were formed.

"Thinking Over the Cliff"

As soon as the three words fell, Hao Datong's figure fell directly onto the platform.

At this moment, his breath was weak.

The characterization of those three words seemed to consume the most of his energy.

In that battle, even at the seventh level of Qi Refining, he had already been seriously injured. He had experienced countless battles and killed many people. The true energy in his body was drained out again and again, and even his vitality was already gone. Severe overdraft.

Even if he is a cultivator at this moment,

Even if he has reached the seventh level of Qi Refining.

But at this moment life has also reached its end.

"Junior brother, it is said that the inner teachings are left to others and become true to their actions."

"Huashan Mountain brings together the power of heaven and earth. Maybe it can be done here."

As the soft voice spoke, Hao Datong's pale face gradually turned into a smile, and he looked at a boulder in front of him.

The next moment, the true energy was mobilized again.

The boulder shattered, and a stone tablet appeared.

And the words were written quickly.

"If you want to breathe, you must first sit in a quiet room without letting anyone in. Sit upright, put your left foot on your right foot, loosen the belt of your clothes, slowly press the joints, hold both hands firmly on your legs, and then breathe out. Three or five, there will be no stagnation, no worries, no worries, an open mind and a solid stomach..."

The words were written rapidly, and Hao Datong's breath seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

Until one-third of the writing was done, Hao Datong couldn't help but pause at this moment.

"Why!"

He sighed softly, his eyes gradually closed, and the breath of his life at this moment quickly disappeared.

Above the open space.

He raised his right hand and pointed at the stone tablet.

But at this moment, he no longer had any real energy to move, and he also had no words to write on it.

On top of Huashan Mountain, this one, one of the Seven Quanzhen Sons, stood quietly on it...

Lonely peak, cliff.

An old man.

This moment is completely frozen

Ten years later.

When the afterglow of the sunset gradually falls.

A young man came up from the foot of Huashan Mountain in a difficult situation.

"On the top of Huashan Mountain, there is a legend about an immortal dancing a sword. I don't know if it's true. If it's false, then I didn't leave in vain.

There was a hint of annoyance in the young man's words.

He didn't know why he came to this Huashan Mountain today, and the throbbing was getting stronger and stronger.

It wasn't until he reached the top of the mountain that the young man came back to his senses slightly and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

In this annoyance, he soon discovered an old man sitting in front of him.

"Someone!"

He spoke with a surprised voice, and the young man couldn't help but be startled.

But soon he discovered that this person's breath seemed to have completely disappeared.

Just sit there quietly.

When he got closer, the man's life breath was almost indistinguishable.

Looking at the old man sitting cross-legged, the young man quickly noticed the stone tablet that the old man was pointing to.

And when he saw it, he was already fascinated.

Complete silence fell on the horse.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually turned into night, and the stars spread.

When the dawn of dawn passed by, a ray of glow came out from the sky. The young man was sitting cross-legged without knowing it. The faint purple cloud spread around him, and the spiritual energy gathered rapidly.

The young man's cultivation, which was originally stuck at the third-rate level, entered the second-rate level almost instantly.

The glow and spiritual energy spread around him.

——Zixia Sheng Gong, the inner strength and mental method of the Huashan School. The Huashan School is praised as the superior internal power in the world. When it first appears, it appears as if there is nothing, and is as continuous as clouds. The energy is extremely tenacious, covering the sky and the earth, and the power is not snowy. The face of the person who performs the exercise is covered with purple energy, so it is known as "the first purple cloud among the nine exercises in Huashan".

According to legend, on the top of Mount Hua, the Patriarch descended from Quanzhen and left behind the Zixia magical power.

The young man opened his eyes, feeling the "internal power" filling his body 5.2, and his heart was filled with surprise.

He looked at the stone tablet with almost radiant eyes, and then at the old man who was still motionless.

I couldn't help but feel some ups and downs in my heart.

The figure knelt down.

The next moment, the sound of heavy kowtows echoed across the lonely peak.

The boy kowtowed three times in a row and slowly raised his head.

"Senior, I have received a great favor from you, which I will never forget."

The young man's voice was sincere, and at this moment, because he turned his head, the young man saw Si Guo Cliff and the three fonts written by the sword energy, and he paused again.

Jiang Chen created Yun Swordsmanship, so it was naturally impossible not to hand it over to the Quanzhen Sect. Hao Datong was indeed talented in this aspect.

There is a strong Sword Intent in the writing of these three words.

When your talent is high enough, you can't help but remain silent.

There is no doubt about the young man’s talent.

The basic Qi Refining Jue has actually yielded results very quickly. Although this is not the practice of the Basic Qi Refining Jue, it is just the basic Qi Refining Jue that brings about a breakthrough in his internal strength, but there is no doubt about the young man's talent.

When I saw Si Guo Cliff, I naturally had an epiphany.

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