The sun is shining outside the secret room of cultivation, Jin Jiu and Xiao Chenzi are chatting; Xiao Linglong holds more than ten fine needles and gestures on his fingers; Xifu is looking for the figure of the little girl in Manchu Mansion; the third sister Bai Di is trimming the flowerbed; the second brother Bai Yi is opening a vegetable field for his yard, and Sun no longer talks to him; Bai Sheng and Chen are muttering in the room, and the doors and windows are closed.

"This set of internal skills... is too extreme. If a normal man learns, he will definitely not live for a year. If a woman learns, it is OK, and there may be some unpredictable changes."

As the annotations in the following chapter became more and more detailed, Bai Ning felt that this was not a magical skill at all. Using magic skills was to underestimate its evil, but it contained many meanings that he could not understand for the time being, and the tricks were very profound.

"Those who have no internal strength should not learn it, otherwise they will be directly affected by this extreme and domineering practice method, and overdraw their lives in a very short time..."

Bai Ning sat there and carefully understood the literal meaning. In these two or three days, he could not fully appreciate the taste of it just by using the word "No Form".

“…Is it meant to be shameless?”

However, he also felt that it was impossible, and he was a little funny by his own thoughts. The more he turned back, Xiaopinger's annotations became more and more ordinary, and Xiujuan's small characters even replaced the original handwriting. As he thought and studied, Bai Ning unknowingly divided the two realms of this martial arts, existence and non-existence, and the "I'm", "He", "Sentient beings" and the "Heaven, Earth," "Man," "Cow and Horse" of the realm are marked respectively.

Silent, rustling sounds of flipping through books...

"My appearance probably refers to myself... But how should he understand his appearance? Others? What does my own martial arts have to do with others?" Bai Ning found that the martial arts became more and more difficult to understand as soon as it came, and became extremely complicated, mixed with a certain amount of Buddhism. The Jiyin, the prefix of martial arts, mentioned in Xiaopinger's letter, is the theory of Yin and Yang generation, which is probably related to Taoism, which advocates the harmony of Yin and Yang.

In fact, before thinking about this, Bai Ning had already learned it first, but he found that many parts of his practice were obscure and difficult to understand, so he understood and read it again with secrets. However, even so, he became more and more confused as he read it. The only time he was learning the first level, three inches below his dantian, a warm difference and body temperature were gathering and rotating. If he didn't feel it carefully, it would be difficult to detect it.

"It is not suitable for normal men, for women, and for those who have been castrated, which means that Yin is dominant. Could it be that the Yang body is born in the first place? But in this case, Xiaopinger will not become a man?" When he thought of this, he couldn't help laughing and put this nonsense idea behind his mind.

But there will definitely be some changes... Where can I change?

After thinking about it, Bai Ning turned his eyes and stared back to his palm. He slowly got up and got down from the stone platform where he practiced. He came to the closed wall around him. His slender and white fingers slowly slid across the cold and hard stone wall. Then, he put his hands down.

He stared at the place, and five slight cracks were spreading and cracking on the stone bricks. However, the Guiyuan Gangqi he learned was a fierce internal force, but he used a vicious and continuous internal force, and his discomfort did not appear at all.

"Does yin and yang change each other? It should be more than that...

He murmured to himself, as if he was quite disappointed in his words. When he turned around, five tiny cracks on the wall, with a bang, the cracks widened, and the surface of the bricks exploded like cracks, and pieces fell.

Bai Ning smiled slightly, and he seemed to have figured out something in his head.

"Yin passes, yang rises. It seems that two targeted internal forces are used at the same time." He said softly, and suddenly felt his throat itchy. He coughed lightly, and his voice suddenly became extremely powerful, just like a syllable that only a burly and majestic person like Jin Jiu can make.

A sudden change did not scare Bai Ning. There must be some surprise. He tried to say another word, obviously the voice that shouldn't have appeared before was gone.

Perhaps this is the sequelae of the Yinji Formless Magical Art. No matter what, there are always pros and cons. A powerful martial art will more or less bring disadvantages, just like the Thunder Evil Sword Technique, which must be learned after a man castrates himself.

Thunder evil...

Bai Ning turned around, reached out and sucked with claws. On the weapon stand in the other corner of the secret room, an ancient long sword similar to the shape of a Han sword was placed, shaking and snarling.

The cold light suddenly rose in the secret room, and the hilt of the sword flew backwards into Bai Ning's palm and held it.

The figure quickly moved around and wandered around the wall. The sword light shone across the wall. After a few breaths, it fell back to the middle of the stone platform. On the wall, the chaotic sword marks crossed the sword body, and the moment the sword body returned to the sheath.

Wow, click

In a moment, the stone bricks collapsed, and the surface was broken and broken, falling down to the base of the wall. The penetration of Yin Jin and the fierce and domineering Yang Jin were fully reflected.

Then, Bai Ning swept away the sleeves of the robe, and the dust filled with it was carried to push towards the wall. On the clean stone platform, he sat down again and threw the sword aside. He seemed to have understood a little about Wuxiang.

.... Time moved back little by little, and fine beads of sweat gradually gathered on his forehead. His eyes were still staring at the pages, constantly looking through, looking for the answers he needed.

"It turns out that different people will have different effects when practicing. There is a self-image, another, and sentient beings. It is not only the stage of this martial arts, but also an... unknown change."

Bai Ning closed the secret book and understood it a little bit. Perhaps he could only slowly understand it after practicing. He stood up, stepped on the stone platform, and countless broken bricks under the wall rose to the ground, his robe bulged, and his arms trembled out.

Boom boom boom boom boom.

The broken bricks were like countless flying knives, hitting heavily on the crumbling wall, causing large pieces of bricks on the wall to fall down, and many of them were directly embedded in the wall.

No form...

In fact, it is the impermanence.

"That's probably what it means."

Bai Ning brushed his robe and stepped on the messy ground, opening the door of the secret room, which was considered as leaving the closure. After all, there was still a lot of things outside. Soon, the Sun and Moon God Sect would go north and Wei Jinzhong would come back.

Many complicated things.

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Jingdong North Road, a few days later, on the official road.

Wei Jinzhong returned with several people from the world, carrying the letter of allying countries submitted by the Jurchens.
Chapter completed!