"Ice and Dragon Shock."

Zhu Jianzhi's tragedy of Alliance Leader Zheng is about to repeat. He feels miserable and they all close their eyes.

It was impossible to find out. Chang Sihao's head was pressing firmly against the other party's chest.

In an instant, the skin on his face ripples spreading towards his whole body like ripples...

At this moment, there seemed to be no sound in the world.

The figure suddenly merges and separates. One person falls backwards and flies.

Zhu Jian was looking forward to it. Chang Sihao stepped on the ground with his left foot, his knees against his shoulders, and maintained a low lunge and stabbing in front of the sword. The "Ten Miles of Time" in his hand formed a diagonal line with his head, neck, waist, and back feet. It formed an extremely narrow sharp angle with the ground. His body remained motionless, and the person was silent. He slowly tilted.

In the air, Liao Guangcheng fell steadily with one of his followers. He supported his arms, closed his eyes tightly, and let out a "hmm" sound from his nostrils. He slowly hummed half a breath of white breath.

There was constant buzzing sound in my head.

He knew that this was the high-frequency tremor caused by the rebound of internal force when he was hit and activates the bones of the whole body.

At the same time as the sound was heard, the internal force continued to converge into the bones with the vibration, bringing a wonderful sense of comfort, making him forget both body and mind for a while, as if he was not in the human world.

If a person covers his ears with his palms and his four fingers plucked on the back of his head, he will feel a huge knocking sound coming into his inner ear. It is because the sound is not in the form of sound waves, but in the form of vibration, which stimulates the auditory organs in the ear. Liao Guangcheng's situation is similar to this at this moment. The bones in the whole body vibrate and transmit sound. It is much stronger than the four fingers plucked on the back of his head. Therefore, he himself has experienced a rebirth of the universe. Others cannot hear a single point.

Plitting the back of the head is a health-preserving technique. In Taoism, it is called "Singing Heaven Drum". Because the palm connects the heart meridian, the ears connect to the kidney meridian, the mind is used to communicate with the heart and kidney. Water and fire are in harmony. The silent explosion of his whole body is a superficial appearance of practicing to a deep level. Insiders call it "Tongxin Lei".

The heart is not the heart of the heart, but the inside of the mind center, which refers to the bones. With this sign, it means that water, fire and wind and thunder in the body are exploding. The body and mind are the same as the Nascent Soul has become. This state is called "one person is enlightened and shakes the ten directions of the world." The ten directions of the world are not external to the ten directions, but a universe inside the body. The Nascent Soul is not really a baby. It is a reference. The Yuan is the first, and the Nascent Soul is the first self. It is the true self.

Human thinking is endless. In the end, it always comes down to two questions: where you come from and where you can go. The answer to this question cannot be thought out. You must know that you cannot rely on thinking. You can only rely on practical practice.

Practical practice is not reading books. Reading books is learning. All you learn is knowledge. "If you look for Buddhism from paper, dip the tip of your pen to the Dongting Lake." Therefore, learning the Dharma cannot prove the Dharma. Studying the Dharma is not practicing the Dharma. Practical practice is not restraining desires. The mind cannot be followed. Desire cannot be suppressed. Relying on thoughts to control it. It cannot be false. But it is too difficult. It is almost impossible to achieve it. Both the practice of Buddhism and Taoism rely on meditation to get started. The secret is not to control the mind, but how to straighten the bones.

The bones are in the center of the body. Adjusting the bones is the true way to cultivate the mind. This sentence is a secret that has never been passed down through the ages. In fact, the common saying "the backbone of the heart" has long revealed the secret of heaven.

There is always fear in life. It is afraid of old age, illness, death. What is not there is afraid of not getting it. What is gained is afraid of losing. Therefore, everyone is "worry".

Adjust the skeleton. The body is like a hanging, the five internal organs are loose, and the heart and courage are relaxed. From this, just sit there. After a long time, the shoulders are like sand sinking in the mountains. Thoughts do not retract but they will disappear. The mind is not adjusted but they will be even. The body will automatically enter a strong state of self-repair and strengthening. While improving the ability to absorb and transform nutrients, it can also allow the material energy invisible to the naked eye in the world to affect itself. Over time, you can achieve the change of your body. Naturally, you can see many things. Burn out relics after death and immortality of the body. They are the inevitable result of the transformation of the body by unknown energy and matter. It is also the human mind and Physiologically, it is proof that it has reached a higher level. [This concept is similar to the theory of "wind" in traditional medicine. For example, colds, wind is invisible and intangible. How can it hurt people? But traditional medicine believes that it is the air brought by wind that has some pathogenic factors that cannot be seen by the naked eye. That is, the bacteria or viruses mentioned in modern medicine. The ancients believed that there was something in the wind. The traditional Chinese word "wind" was originally a "worm". The electromagnetic waves, radio waves and even electrical energy of modern technology can be transmitted in the air. This is also an example of the carrying and transmission of energy in the air.]

Starting from consciousness, gradually changing physiology, it is like accumulating elasticity, expecting to jump up to the peak, starting from the body, gradually changing consciousness, it is like climbing slowly, and you can also reach the end point. The former requires great concentration, and you must be able to persist when there is no effect. And it requires a considerable amount of wisdom and genius. In contrast, the latter is more stable. The body and mind are originally one, and color consciousness are also the same. Liao Guangcheng is a martial arts master. His cultivation is already on the shoulders of the peak. However, he has never been able to take this step for many years. Now he is experiencing the changes in his body. He understands in his heart: he has already changed his mind and has finally passed this hurdle and has gone up to the level from now on.

The buzzing gradually faded. When I opened my eyes, I saw the walls of the house, wooden pillars, candles, sword frames, banners, corpses, and everyone. I was familiar with each other as old as before, and I felt like a strange thing. I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion and gladly.

Zhu Jian saw that he was not hurt, but his skin was as delicate as a dragon and snake that had just shedded his skin. He felt a sense of freshness. It seemed that his skills had been greatly improved. He couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning: It turned out that he was already hard to deal with. Who else could control it now?

"王晓" sounds crisp and sounds. Longquan, orioles resentment. Two swords land on the ground.

Old Swordsman Xu said slowly: "You have let go, too."

Liao Guangcheng said: "Yes."

Old Swordsman Xu said: "Tell me."

Liao Guangcheng looked at the corpse of Jing Wenzhong on the ground and said, "The only true self in the world. I am not the only one in the world. Let go of the world. Heaven and earth carry it themselves."

Old Swordsman Xu smiled and said, "Okay, if your wife marrys you, it doesn't mean it's yours. When your son is not yours, he calls you a father, but it's yours. When the money is spent, it's yours. When it's yours, it's yours. When it's yours, it's yours. When it's yours, it's yours. When it's taken off, it's yours. When it's taken off, it's yours. When it's taken off, it's yours. When it's taken out, it's yours. When it's taken out, it's yours. When it's taken out, it's yours. When it's not a good idea, it's yourselves. When it's not a good idea, it's yourselves. It's yourselves. It's not a magical power. It's a way to seek out the wood of fate. It's yourselves. It's an air. In this world, nothing is yours. It's yourselves. It's yourselves. It's clear."

Liao Guangcheng nodded silently and turned his eyes to Chang Sihao who was lying on the ground. He felt a little apology: "It's just that although I achieved success, I lost my life."

Old Swordsman Xu smiled and said, "He is a dead child. Where did he get his life to harm you? You are two big bells that touch each other."

"Ten Miles of Time" suddenly turned around and the tip of the sword was inserted into the ground.

Chang Sihao raised his face hard, shook his head, which was still buzzing. He stood up straight with his sword.

When Liao Guangcheng saw that he was breathing without any sign of breathing, his eyes were filled with emotion and surprise: "I didn't expect that this man could cultivate the body of Wuji at a young age and reach the true realm of Taoism of the living dead."

"Hahaha. The Taoist is not good or bad. There is no time to get started. What is the strange thing about the living dead? Is it still far away?" The old swordsman Xu called out, "I said that dead child. Whose family's child are you?" Jiang Shiyou hurriedly said, "This is the grandson-in-law of Mr. Qin Langchuan. The grandson of the Qin family in Shanxi. His surname is Chang and his name is Chang Sihao." The old swordsman Xu nodded and said, "No wonder. I said, there is such a child in the alliance. Why didn't he send him to the sword cultivation hall early?" He shook his hand and threw the sword sheath out. He said, "This 'Ten Miles of Time' is for you."

Chang Sihao's sword in his hand greeted him and entered the sheath in response.

There is a rule for passing swords in the alliance. If you follow the master for ten years, you may not be a disciple. Xindeng is a disciple. When Zhu Jian saw the old swordsman doing this, he naturally regarded him as the successor of the robe and bowl.

The collapsed Alliance Master Zheng witnessed all this, and a hint of relief smile appeared on his face. He used all his strength to say, "Xiao Chang... After I die, this Alliance..." "Leader." Luo Chengyuan intervened and shouted: "Don't say these unlucky words. Please keep your breath calmly. Take Liao Guangcheng later. Let's talk again." When everyone looked at him again, Alliance Master Zheng's throat was choked, his breath stopped, and his neck was already tilted. He didn't hear anything he said later.

Chen Churang Zhuang Rongning angry and pulled his sword to Liao Guangcheng and shouted: "I don't care what I'll give up. This blood debt is not something you can't give up."

As he spoke, the orange skirt rolled up, and the yellow shadows spun out. A sword burst out like the bright sunshine and lightning flashed out.

Yu Xuebing and Luo Aohan both exclaimed: "Sister Nan."

Liao Guangcheng did not fight back, letting the sword body pass through.

The hot blood splattered on his cheeks. Ling Chenchum was stunned for a moment. His eyes were raised. Seeing Liao Guangcheng calm and calm on his face, he immediately understood. He stopped talking. He pulled the sword and retreated to the side of the leader Zheng. His slender hand poked out his pale and cheeks. His eyes were full of tenderness. His fingers were not touched. He suddenly closed his eyes and turned around. The sword blade gently rubbed under his cheeks. He cut the vessels, pressed his shoulders and neck, and lay quietly beside him.

The orange skirt refracts the blood, warming the golden red, and makes Xiaoqing look straight. This Chu Nan sister is a polite person and has always taken good care of herself. But she doesn't expect that she has such a attachment to her father. Then she treats herself well. Isn't it not that my sister's care for her sister? But... but... the place where the thought is born, my heart feels like I'm blocked by something. I cover my face and cry and runs to the back hall. People's eyes are on Shen Chu Nan. No one pays attention to her. At this time, Luo Hu pointed to the corpse and cried and cursed: "I also said that you have me in your heart, but I didn't expect it. It turns out that you always want to be the leader's wife." You swung your legs and kicked the corpse. Your uncle Luo Chengyuan had been pulling his arm. Luo Aohan cursed: "You have always been self-indulgent. How could the eldest sister like you look at me?" Yu Xuebing hurriedly went up and grabbed it. Luo Hulu pulled her neck and cursed: "She is a nephew. If she has such an evil heart, she is inappropriate. Shen Guxue. Why are you doing a step earlier? Why don't you open your eyes and see you raise this good daughter? Are you teaching this?" Luo Chengyuan angrily scolded: "Hulu. Pay attention to your identity."

Luo Hulu was originally crazy. After hearing this, he laughed "ha" and shook his hand and took a step back. He said, "Identity. Ha. What is my identity? The young swordsman of the Hundred Swords Alliance. The future head of the Yuan Division. The first junior of the Luo family in Henan." He brushed the pine-shaped ancient sword on his waist and pulled out the sheath. He raised it in front of his uncle: "I will practice swords since I was six years old. I didn't practice well. You said it was insulting the family. I practiced well. I said it was not attentive enough. What was practicing martial arts well. I have a bright future in the future. Who is the fucking future? I want a bright future? Or do you want a bright face?" He threw the ancient sword to the ground with a "snap" and shouted, "I will give it to you. I will give it to you."

The decorative pieces on the sword were broken into pieces. The gold and jade were scattered all over the hall. Luo Chengyuan was so angry that his eyes turned black. He stood there and shook his shaking. He couldn't say a word.

Amid the sound of fighting, Liao Guangcheng's body fell to the ground. The old swordsman Xu smiled and said, "Let you put it down. He let it go. Some people can't let it go. You look away. He looks away. There are always people can't let it go. Let it go. Some people will pick it up. You look away. You may not be able to do it." Suddenly, he jumped up. He walked forward with his hands behind his back. He stretched out his palm and slapped Chang Sihao's shoulder. Looking at the moonlight outside the door, he smiled and said, "Boy, my name is Xu Qiu's tomb. But he didn't want to die in such a deep winter when spring is coming. What do you think at this time?"

This problem is very strange. Chang Sihao blinked and replied: "It's pretty good."

Old Swordsman Xu nodded and raised his hands behind his back, saying, "Well, Chang Sihao, Chang Sihao. Although I am not a hero, after I die, you will always think of me." After saying that, his eyebrows relaxed, and he stood like a monument and passed away with a smile.

"Old Swordsman." "Old Swordsman Xu."

The swords called in pain and knelt all over the ground.

The Ten Swords in the Sword Cultivation Hall are called Nine Swords One Day. This "one Day" refers to the Old Swordsman Xu. Now that he is dead, the alliance is really overwhelming.

As soon as the thought of falling into the sky arose, I heard the cracking sound of "crashing" and the window was broken.

Everyone was shocked: "Is it really that naive has collapsed?"

At this moment, countless muskets penetrated outside the window and pointed at everyone. There were even torches erected behind them, and the sound of pyr popping up, making the whole hall red.

Zhu Jian was suddenly shocked and said in his heart: "No, the people from the East Factory are here to pick them up." He saw that the door was under the assistance of six gunners. A villain in an official uniform appeared with his hands behind his back.

"Absolute sound..."

Chang Sihao suddenly realized that he had been not by his side.

When the swords on the sword pavilion heard the news and rushed to the sword cultivation hall, he fell behind him. At this moment, I remembered that it was not that he had poor light skills. It must have been deliberately delayed. He transferred his troops and lies outside and was waiting for an opportunity.

Qin Juexiang's face was ecstatic. Liuye's eyes were sweeping left and right, and shouted anxiously: "Let's fire."

The sound of "bang" was loud, the smoke of gunpowder flew, and the iron bombs flew, and the lightning was everywhere.

The swords reacted, either rushing forward, or retreating to dodge, but no one could break through the fire net.

It turns out that the firing of the musket requires multiple procedures for medicine, bullets, and fire. The interval is quite long. Qin Juexiang has experienced the Datong battle formation and knows that if he wants to win with a firearm against a master, he must form continuous shooting. Therefore, in addition to transforming the musket structure, he also carefully formed a set of formations to ensure the continuity of shooting. It was used when Shanxi suppressed the rebellion and achieved results.

Chang Sihao saw blood lines flying around him. He never expected this mutation. He looked at him and felt like he was facing a day when the lightning star exploded. His mind was blank.

Qin Juexiang under the moonlight smiled happily and ferociously. The gunmen in the back row kept replacing the front row, maintaining the shooting rhythm. Every time the gunpowder fired, a golden light mark appeared on his face, reflecting a different silhouette. Chang Sihao looked at him blankly. Suddenly, he could no longer hear the sound of a bean-like gun. All he could see was his unrestrained smile.

It was like a long whip that was set off during the Chinese New Year. The sound of the gun finally came to an end.

The corpse in the hall was in a mess. The blood light on the ground was like a mirror.

Under the command of Ma Mingshao, all the gunmen were on bullet guard. Another team of people led by Chen Zhibin. They drew their swords and walked slowly into the hall. Pointed the corpse and checked the casualties. Soon after, they received a reward: "Young master, everyone is dead."

Qin Juexiang's eyebrows opened and he smiled and approached Chang Sihao. He held his hands close to his waist and back, saying, "Brother, everyone else is loser tonight. Only we will win a great victory." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt his chest tightening and was lifted up by Chang Sihao pulling his clothes.

Suddenly, dozens of muskets were pointed at around him.

The smoke of gunpowder was still smelling in the hall, like clouds and scattered. Qin Juexiang's feet were hanging in the air. His frightened eyes slowly closed. From Chang Sihao's expression and eyes, his movement just now seemed to be just a defensive reaction of the touch of his body, rather than a certain kind of resentment in his heart. He hurriedly turned his head and shouted, "What are you doing? Don't you put it away yet."

The gunmen looked at each other and slowly lowered the gun's mouth.

Chang Sihao looked at the corpses all over the ground, knowing that everything is irreversible, his heart is empty, but he doesn't feel sad. When he loosened his hands, Qin Juexiang's feet were covered with dust.

With a tentative tone, Qin Juexiang asked with a half-faced face: "Brother, are you okay?"

Chang Sihao refused to answer.

Qin Juexiang saw that his chest was not undulating. He stretched out his hand and found that there was no breath or heartbeat. He said strangely, "How could this be like this?" He paused suddenly and said, "Could this be the living dead they just mentioned. What kind of martial arts is this?" Seeing Chang Sihao silently, he was stunned again, showing an envious look: "The Hundred Swords Alliance is indeed magical. I didn't expect that Lao Zheng and the others would be willing to teach you. Humph. This must be because they want to win over you and split our brothers. Brother. If you have the chance in the future, you have to teach me."

Chang Sihao said lightly: "Living people are living people. Dead people are dead people. What's the point of living people?" Because there was no breath, the voice of speaking also changed slightly. It seemed that it became much more clear and pleasant.

Qin Juexiang smiled and said, "Yes." He said nothing more. He ordered people to pick up swords on the ground and poke them randomly on the corpse. He went to the front yard to bring the three sects and others. Soon, the disciples of the three sects of Mount Tai, Hengshan, and Songshan were all under the eaves. Xu Jiansan and Bai Shiying were all escorted by gunmen. It turned out that when the swords left, Xu Bai and the two knelt on the ground to apologize. I wonder if they should get up and follow them. Qin Juexiang deliberately fell down and forced the two to go downstairs to surrender. He had already taken them down.

At this moment, everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak when they saw the appearance of the sword cultivation hall.

Qin Juexiang pulled Chang Sihao out the door and shouted to everyone: "The Hundred Swords Alliance Erluo joined forces with Liao Gushi to plot against the rebellion. He stole the secret book of the martial arts of the Sword Cultivation Hall. His private educator was discovered. Alliance Master Zheng wanted to clean up the portal. However, these three people led the party members to massacre all the swords in an attempt to cover up the crime. Alliance Master Zheng and others unfortunately died. Fortunately, my elder brother Chang Sihao killed the two thieves under the guidance of the old swordsman Xu. With the help of this official, he successfully suppressed the rebellion. Unfortunately, the old swordsman Xu died in the hall. However, he had given his sword with his carry-on sword to my elder brother and identified him as the successor of his robe and bowl. In the future, everyone in the Hundred Swords Alliance will obey my elder brother's order. Have you heard it?"
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