"One-style sword technique, is this a gesture taken from a complete skill?"

Xiang Baiquan has no sense of gain or loss in his heart. I am lucky to get it, but it doesn’t matter if I lose it. Even if he doesn’t have this sign-in system, he will still live happily in this life. He can’t feel uncomfortable, right?

He looked carefully at the sword technique on this page, with a focused look on his face and carefully guessing it.

After a long time, he probably understood.

This sword technique belongs to one of the [Twelve Scenes of Green Lotus], but he didn't know what [Twelve Scenes of Green Lotus] is.

However, practicing this special sword technique to a high level can form a "sword image".

What is "Sword"?

This is a mystery.

It's the same mystery as what it means to "adding the true essence of the Great Sun in the Gangqi".

It's beyond your own field of vision.

"It's probably the level after the sword intent?"

Xiang Baiquan muttered to himself with a pillow on his hand, leaning against the wooden pillar.

Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand, held the leather-wrapped hilt beside the wall with five fingers, and pulled it out suddenly.

The dazzling snow light pulled out Bai Lian, and he rushed into the snow in the courtyard wildly like a leopard, trying to practice this move.

The ending was nothing unexpected, it failed.

His strength was not enough to drive the sword. After barely posing the starting position, he could not pass the next position in any case.

The muscles, blood, and meridians are trembling faintly. If he wants to force this sword, his muscles will cramp, his meridians will tear and his whole body will be seriously injured.

The tip of the sword trembled and pointed at the white plum that had just bloomed in the distance.

Clam!!

A crisp sound.

Xiang Baiquan had thrown the sword back at will, and the sword fell steadily into the scabbard not far away.

The uncle from Wudang Mountain yawned and began to think about how much money he had left and how much water and wine he could go to the town to buy.

The water and wine are not mellow and light, but they are even more drunk.

Xiang Baiquan complained secretly for many times, but he had to make money by drinking good wine, which was very bad again.

The Taoist country is divided into three paths: heaven, man, freedom and immortality. Each path has many sects. No matter which path or which sect, they do not think about making money, and they will even avoid this.

When money comes, you will get it calmly. When money goes away, you will also treat it calmly. If you have more money, you will be happy after drinking good wine. If you have less money, you will only have a headache when drinking inferior ones. However, you will all enjoy it. If you have money in your heart, where can you practice and where can you be free?

The monks avoid fame and fortune, just like mountain people avoiding tigers and poisonous snakes.

As for those who just make some money, make money and practice well, it is like pouring a drop of ink on white cotton and then washing it out after pouring it. It is like begging my mother to say, "Only play the last time, and study hard after playing."

Cotton will not be white when it is black, and games will not be forgotten after playing. Fame and fortune will not be the same.

On Wudang Mountain, there are food and accommodation, and the disciples in charge of internal affairs can also distribute copper coins for work. They can get about two taels of silver to three taels of silver in a month, which is two or three thousand cents.

If there is no special situation, he will be a Taoist priest who can hold the candle and become a Taoist priest who receives the candle for another ten years.

The Taoist priest who receives the rituals is basically a real "organization". In addition to being awarded the rituals and seals, the "salaries" they receive will also increase.

The so-called "Tactics and Spirits of the Earth" shows its power.

In addition, the status of the Taoist priest who receives the ritual is not low. At that time, a beautiful woman with similar interests will become a Taoist partner, and the yin and yang will be enough for the whole day.

......

After January, the new year begins.

Xiang Baiquan continued to practice normally.

Although the sign-in this year has gradually become "nineteen times cultivation pills" and "eighteen times cultivation pills"... even by the end of the year it has become "five times cultivation pills", the "twenty times cultivation pills" obtained from signing in the first two years are basically enough, and they can practice with the maximum efficiency for at least seventeen or eighteen years.

His daily practice can be as high as others' twenty days.

One year is twenty years away.

Those nephews who practiced earlier than him for several months could no longer see him.

The fourth senior brother who was not optimistic about the junior brother was also destined to be disappointed.

Winter goes and spring comes, and spring is warm and flowers bloom.

In the new year, the old Taoist roughly investigated the learning progress of his little disciple.

His investigation is not a "pulse-taking" investigation, but a look at whether he can punch a rock. After all, if the qi movement reaches the first level of "circular qi movement", this can be done very easily.

Xiang Baiquan smashed the stone casually, and the old Taoist threw him another booklet - "The Art of Qi Looking".

The technique of looking at the qi, observing good and evil, and judging good and bad luck are essential magic for Taoist priests to go down the mountain...

Maybe you can't see it correctly or judge it correctly, but this action must be done.

Otherwise, even if the blood evil spirits in front of you are clearly rising to the sky, you will still run forward without any warning, and your death will only become a joke in the Dao Township.

This spell is also very important to Xiang Baiquan, because it depends on whether the [Seeing Qi and Sword Control Technique] can be practiced.

In midsummer in June.

In the courtyard, mountain flowers are in bud.

It has been a full year and a half since I started my self-study.

The young Taoist priest, who was cross-legged under the shade of the trees in the courtyard, was running the energy in his body, over and over again, not afraid of hardships, extremely patient, and swam through the eight extraordinary meridians in one breath, and then clicked into the hidden holes that the mortals do not know, like a gurgling stream rushing among the mountains.

The human body is a small world, with its head like the sky, its foot like the earth, its limbs like the four seasons, its five internal organs like the five elements, and its thoughts do not arise in the heart, and all spirits focus on the body.

This qi wanders in the body, freely walking through the mountains and wind passing through the blue sky.

A night of heavy rain, the flowers became more prosperous, and the buds bloomed, showing the colorful purples and redness that were covered with rain.

In the courtyard, clouds come and pass by.

The boy sits, the boy gets up.

Day after day.

But at some point in the day, Xiang Baiquan opened his eyes and looked into the distance with a calm expression.

The third state of qi movement - innate fetal breathing, achievement!!

Even if there is no need to deliberately run the Gangqi, the Gangqi will swim every corner of the body, leaving him in a completely activated state. From now on, every breath he breathes can directly absorb the purest energy between the world, and can even drill into the water like a fish and breathe in the water.

"sword."

Xiang Baiquan raised his right hand flat, his wide sleeve robe was turned up, and he moved violently. The long sword leaning against the old tree seemed to be attracted by a huge magnet, and made a slight trembling sound.

Whoosh!!!

The hilt of the sword flew into his five fingers with the wind.

Chiu ~

Chiu ~

Two freezes and two afterimages were pulled out. When they looked again, Xiang Baiquan had closed his eyes and held the sword in front of him. The cold light on the sword body printed out his calm face.

sword.

Sword power.

Sword energy.

Then there is...Sword Intent.

It means a phantom.

"I want..."

Accompanied by a soft whisper, the soft but thick energy rushed into the sword body, making the sword imitation an extension of this person.

Xiang Baiquan let go of the sword, and the sword actually floated in the air. He spread his hands and drew arcs to both sides like a white crane spreading its wings.

The sword also began to unfold as his hand began to slash out the phantom of the Six-Blade Sword Wheel, and rotated counterclockwise in front of him, slowly, as if the time was passing.

Xiang Baiquan did not look at the sword, but turned his head to look at the flowers on the side... and said softly: "A sword is like a flower blooming, the autumn flowers bloom and spring flourish, the sword is born and destroyed by a finger, and the natural things between heaven and earth are actually hidden in this power. Isn't this nature that practices Taoism?"

"What I attach to is not the power itself, but the way of this world..."

"Actually, what if I can't get the truth? After all, I've come, seen, and walked... for a lifetime, why bother to sink into gains, losses, fame and fortune?"

"It's just that we need to integrate this hope, but we need to get started."

He laughed and waved his hand, the sword wheel dissipated, and the long sword fell back into the scabbard under the old tree out of thin air.

"It's almost the end of the month. I've been working a lot this month. It's time to ask my senior brother to buy wine."

Xiang Baiquan was very happy when he thought of how much money he could get.

However, if things go well, there will be things that go well.

Although Xiang Baiquan reached the third level in both "moving Qi" and "respectful Sword", the Golden Light Curse really gave him a headache.

How do you pronounce those 104 words during the battle?

He tried various methods, but it was useless...
Chapter completed!