I can see the book of life and death

One hundred thousand mountains, on the top of an unknown peak, a simple Taoist temple stands among them.

A group of people stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the rising sun in the sky.

Next to the Taoist is a little Taoist boy who is completely covered by his shadow.

In the mountains, tigers roar, monkeys cry, and the sounds of various birds of prey are endless.

Occasionally, strong Qi and blood burst out, and giant snakes a hundred feet high rise up from the mountains and pounce on the birds in the sky.

There are also giant statues as huge as mountains walking among the peaks, and the ground is shaking.

Such a sight is enough to make people stunned and make their whole body shiver, but the Taoist boy is completely unaware of it and turns his head to look at the old Taoist whose hair is all white.

"Master, you've been knocking wooden fish all day, do you really not want to go down the mountain for a walk?"

"Not going."

"Didn't you say that someone has started to practice Tianlong's Divine Fist? Tianlong is in a state of trance and looks down upon the world. If there is no one to guide him, he is afraid that he will cut off his love and sex, and his shape will be like a tree..."

The old Taoist said nothing, but looked into the distance with his eyes.

In the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the sounds of various monsters and beasts can be heard endlessly. No one can treat this vast territory.

There is only one Taoist temple with one old Taoist and one Taoist boy.

"Each individual has his or her own fate. Those who can get started with Tianlong's Divine Fist training must be members of the Zhang family scattered around the country. They can practice Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist on their own. Dragons and tigers are both in competition and in harmony. If they can understand clearly...

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The voice behind Lao Dao became lower and lower until it was inaudible.

However, the Taoist boy dismissed him and saw the Taoist sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain. The mountain wind blew his hair and moved his Taoist robe, making him more and more ethereal.

Under the Taoist figure, a huge Tai Chi Bagua diagram spread out with him as the center, covering the entire small Taoist temple.

The little Taoist boy sneered, shook his head, and turned around to enter the forest. The sound of roaring tigers could be heard in the forest, but it soon became silent.

After a while, the little Taoist boy dragged a tiger that was more than ten feet long out of the mountain and made a fire to cook.

When the Taoist saw this, he just shook his head slightly.

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Zhang Mingtu slowly opened his eyes, and the sky was already brightening slightly. Unknowingly, he had practiced all night.

Although he had not slept all night, his spirit did not feel any tired.

In my mind, I used to have a life-and-death struggle between the dragon god and the tiger demon. Unknowingly, the clouds and mist wrapped around the tiger, and the tiger stood between the rocks.

Surrounded by clouds and mist and accompanied by a gentle breeze, the tiger seemed to be riding on the clouds and mist, and seemed ready to rise into the sky at any moment.

Surrounded by clouds and mist, it is clear that there are chaotic rocks, but it seems to be standing on the top of a mountain that towers into the clouds, and the atmosphere is extraordinary.

Zhang Mingtu's heart moved. One night passed, under the refining of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra, the wisp of true energy that was born from the struggle between dragons and tigers in his body seemed to have been completely refined and could no longer be sensed.

But Zhang Mingtu was still a little worried. He was not very familiar with Dragon Fist and Tiger Fist, but he was very familiar with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra.

It can be called the first-class magical skill in Daxia's arsenal. Even after refining it for a whole night, he couldn't completely digest it. Zhang Mingtu had already faintly felt that something was wrong.

The combination of Dragon Fist and Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist is indeed quite wonderful.

But it is obviously just an entry-level technique originally used to practice marrow cleansing and blood exchange, so why is it so wonderful?

Zhang Mingtu couldn't figure it out, but he felt that someone could figure it out.

"Zhang Fulin..."

Thinking of the old man who taught him the Tiger Demon Bone Fist, Zhang Mingtu got up from the bed, had a hasty breakfast, and drank two bowls of Bazhen Soup and Siwu Soup.

He took out a bottle of Peiyuan Dan from his pocket, took out two pills and threw them into his mouth, eating them like jelly beans.

In this way, I no longer feel so hungry in my belly. The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra naturally circulates to help digestion.

The tiger demon and the dragon god in the mind also have tiny movements that make the intestines and stomach move and speed up the flow of qi and blood.

The divine intention of the Mangniu Powerful Fist was eaten up by the Dragon Fist and Tiger Fist, resulting in his condition being worse than before. Zhang Mingtu felt that his gastrointestinal digestion ability was two points weaker than before.

But now he doesn't rely on arbitrarily eating many wild beasts in the mountains and forests to replenish his energy and blood. With many collected herbs, the burden on his stomach is not so heavy.

At the same time, after the first marrow cleansing and blood exchange, he was able to communicate with the energy of heaven and earth.

When practicing Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra, you can naturally replenish your energy from heaven and earth, instead of relying entirely on food.

If he has been relying on food to practice, Zhang Mingtu may need to go deep into the monster mountain to capture monster beasts in the later stage to support his practice.

After telling his parents, Zhang Mingtu went straight to the martial arts field.

Neither Zhang Jishi nor Wang Yulan stopped them from practicing martial arts.

In any era, martial arts is the foundation for survival, and practicing martial arts will never make you lose money.

In addition, they believed that Zhang Mingtu, a young man, could not get used to staying in a restaurant, so he was able to take the initiative to help them deal with some things, which was very satisfying to them.

Before arriving at the martial arts arena, I saw the one-armed old man and his cat.

The one-armed old man still looks the same, his fists and feet are limp, like a cat stretching.

But now Zhang Mingtu's eyesight is very different from before, and he can see more clues. The old man just conceived murderous intention in the bone marrow of his soul.

Every day's movements are soft, but there is hidden murderous intent. Although the movements seem soft and weak, the muscles and bones of the whole body are shaking.

There is also the sound of tiger and leopard thunder between the chest and abdomen, which is really the first-class training method before marrow cleansing and blood exchange in this world.

According to Zhang Mingtu's estimation, judging from the strength and realm displayed by the one-armed old man in his boxing training, his strength is probably at the third level of marrow cleansing and blood exchange.

If you go one step further, you can already be considered a top expert in the world.

It has become famous all over the country, and even under the state capital, the reputation will not be small.

"Your boy is not focused on practicing martial arts. He is half-hearted."

The angry voice of the one-armed old man in the distance rang in Zhang Mingtu's ears.

"How can you, who spends three days fishing and two days drying nets, practice martial arts like this? If you waste a year, you may not be able to cleanse your marrow and exchange blood."

Zhang Mingtu smiled shyly and whispered: "I washed the marrow and exchanged blood!"

"If you want me to say that your kid practices Bazhen Soup and Siwu Soup with me every day, what do you mean?"

The one-armed old man was stunned and stopped moving his fists and feet. The kitten who was practicing boxing with him meowed dissatisfiedly.

The old man didn't care. He seemed to teleport, crossing a distance of several meters in one step. His remaining left arm was like a tiger's mouth, and he grabbed Zhang Mingtu's right hand.

Zhang Mingtu reacted instinctively, and the zhenqi in his body was shocked.

Just as he was about to stop his strength, he found that the true energy that had rushed into the old man's body had disappeared.

The old man perked up, and then put on an expression of extreme astonishment: "You have cultivated your true energy, have you really stepped into marrow cleansing and blood exchange?"

Mentally shaken, the old man asked nervously.

"Did your kid take some kind of tiger and wolf medicine? This must not be like this in the early stage of cultivation, when you are building the foundation. You should endure less hardship in the early stage, but in the later stage, the foundation will be unstable, the ground will shake, and you will not be able to go far..."

The old man's hands and feet were very fast, and he tapped the joints and muscles of Zhang Mingtu a few times. His face showed confusion at first, and then surprise.

"The muscles and bones are strong and continue to be stable. There is no unstable foundation. But it shouldn't be. According to my estimation, if you practice normally, it will take more than a year to cleanse the marrow and exchange blood?"

"Boy, honestly, what have you encountered during this time?"