The fist momentum from slow to urgent, the energy from light to dark, dark energy from the body does not disperse, and the fist responds inside and outside, forming a small world of Tai Chi between the fists and palms.

The fist momentum and dark energy continue to superimpose, and the power gradually rises.

Suddenly, the Taoist deduced the fist technique more and more slowly, and the fist momentum and dark energy did not decrease, but increased sharply, the scale expanded from the fist palm to half a meter around the body, the fist momentum was like a raging wind, and the dark energy turned into a gas shield to protect the body.

Gradually, the Daoist's fist technique slowed down to almost a standstill, and the fist momentum and dark energy seemed to subside, and in this way, he experienced three full rounds of spring rain, summer wind, autumn frost, and winter snow......

At the end of winter and spring, a pure sun gas was reflected on the "snowman" in the middle of the dojo, but a breath as light as a feather sounded, and the fist and dark energy that had been silent for three years broke out instantly, with the Taoist as a round point, the invisible power was dispersed, and the snow of the entire Wudang Mountain was swept away in an instant, and then the spring buds germinated, all things grow, and the world was full of vitality, infinite mystery!

Subsequently, the Taoist took off a bamboo tube from his waist, black cloth and red rope.

"Nature is subtle, not as good as this thing in case. ”

"What the old man has learned all his life is difficult to derive its shape, and the inner world is indescribable. ”

"Refining the Void and Combining the Dao, you can't live forever, and after a hundred years of poor Dao, the true meaning of Taiji will be returned to heaven and earth, which is a pity. ”

The Taoist pondered for a moment, and finally sat cross-legged and turned the true meaning of Tai Chi into the bamboo tube......

At the same time, in Zhao Feng's room, the mysterious bamboo tube rose into the air, a light and shadow revealed a black cloth, turning into an old Taoist with a crane hair and a childish face, the Taoist swept the dust, and Zhao Feng, who was lying on the bed, sat up in a sleeping state, slowly raised his hands above his head, palms facing up, and the heavenly spirit opened.

The dust was blowing again, and Zhao Feng on the bed was like a marionette, and began to pose one by one strange movements, and with each movement, the figure of the Taoist disappeared by a point.

As Zhao Feng returned to his sitting posture, the Daoist smiled and nodded, and then disappeared into the air......

The bamboo tube was over, and it fell freely towards the bed, and at this moment, Zhao Feng opened his eyes violently and grabbed the bamboo tube in mid-air.

"You're doing something again,......" Zhao Feng said, trying to pull the red rope, but still couldn't tear off the black cloth.

Zhao Feng woke up after the Taoist disappeared, and he didn't know about his "strange behavior" just now, but after waking up, there seemed to be something more in his mind, but he couldn't tell the truth, as if a feeling had been integrated into the body.

"I remember dreaming of an old man playing Tai Chi and practicing the Tao of Void and Void in a dream...... Could that old man be Zhang Sanfeng, right?" Zhao Feng boldly speculated that if Zhang Sanfeng also owned this bamboo tube, it would be too coincidental.

"The body seems to have an extra muscle memory, could it be that I saw the old man doing Tai Chi in my dream, and my body was eager to try?" Zhao Feng was curious, ready to get up and practice, and saw that the time was already five fifty-seven in the morning.

On the balcony, Zhao Feng sank his heart, emptied himself, and let his muscle memory gradually awaken.

Half an hour later, Zhao Feng moved, his hands were slowly raised, pushing the two instruments, drawing yin and yang, which was no different from the movements of the old man in the dream, and even the artistic conception and god shape were seven points similar.

"You got up so early?okay, can you still do tai chi?" Bai Ze also got up, and when he saw Zhao Feng on the balcony playing tai chi in style, he planned to practice it, but he found that he didn't have that patience at all, so he gave up.

"Zhao Feng, I have found a way, although the old man of Linghu Gong does not have the bargaining chips to make Xiuzhen Qian's heart move, but I have it! I plan to use the information to negotiate with the Xiuzhen Circle, but this matter cannot be brought forward by me, let alone let the people in the Xiuzhen Circle know that the matter is related to me, do you have any ideas?" Bai Ze turned to bring up what he didn't finish talking about yesterday.

"Find someone to replace you, or wrap up your intelligence. Zhao Feng responded casually, and at the same time, he beat down a set of Tai Chi, and found that there was a lot of improvement in the strength of his skin veins, of course, it was only a little higher than the cultivation efficiency of skin breath.

"It's the same as I thought! I thought about it, the value of the information should not be too low or too high, just enough to make the cultivation circle interested, but not attract too much attention...... After thinking about it, I decided to take out the information of a cultivator's tomb in exchange, and the replacement candidate was the old man who made the fox bow to solve it, as for the packaging of the information, I told you to listen, you see where there are buildings. ”

"It's about a small village in the countryside, there are wild animals all the year round crazy and hurting people, a child in the village happened to see the house keeper of the dog after eating an unknown red fruit in the back mountain, suddenly went crazy, and began to chase along the back mountain where the red fruit grows, and finally came to a natural underground stone cave, and found a stone door that could not be opened in the stone cave. ”

A few years later, the child grew up, left his hometown, wandered outside, but ran into walls everywhere, and in the most difficult time of his life, he was saved by Linghugong, and in order to repay, he told Linghugong the secret of Shimen...... How? Doesn't this sound like a lot more monotonous intelligence?" Bai Ze said complacently.

"Not good. Zhao Feng shook his head.

"Ah, why is it not good? I think it's quite smooth, including how to find the stone gate, how the news fell into the hands of Linghu Gong, there is a logic to follow, what's wrong?" Bai Ze was stunned.

"That's right, after you describe it like this, the context is indeed clear, but because of this, it is easier for people to see that it is made up...... It has always been that only stories need logic, and reality does not need logic. Zhao Feng said, Bai Ze suddenly realized, thinking that his efforts all night were all useless.

"Moreover, the clearer the character experience you polish, the greater the project that Ling Fox Bow has to cheat, and the higher the possibility of problems, rather than being so thankless, simply don't even look for a replacement, just let Ling Fox Bow say that the source is confidential, and even if the cultivation circle wants to track down the source, there will be no trace. Zhao Feng added.

"Wonderful! It seems that I am too deliberate, if this thing can be done, I will share half of your intermediary fee! Now, you can't help but collect it!" Bai Ze was overjoyed, and immediately took out his mobile phone to make a confession with Linghu Gong.

Zhao Feng smiled bitterly, turned around and looked around the kitchen, and found that there were no ingredients, so he could only go downstairs to buy breakfast.

In the next two days, Zhao Feng studied at home during the day, listened to Bai Ze's nonsense, went to Qilin Mountain in the afternoon to feed Yaya's blood, practiced Tai Chi in the room at night, and tried to use skin breath in Tai Chi to further improve the cultivation efficiency of skin veins.

At the same time, he also learned the cultivation method of the third vein and the meat vein from the bamboo slips of the Eight Desolation Martial Veins, this vein needs to nourish meat with medicine, and the medicinal materials required are often tens of thousands, with Zhao Feng's current capital reserves, he can't start the cultivation of the meat vein at all, and he can only postpone it.

On the third day, the eighteenth warehouse reopened, and from this day on, Zhao Feng's routine was fixed.

From 9 p.m. to 6 a.m., work and study;

From 6:30 in the morning to about 2 in the afternoon, I go back and forth to Qilin Mountain, sometimes playing Tai Chi with Zhuang Chongyang, or assisting Yaya in rehabilitation and fitness;

From two o'clock in the afternoon to nine o'clock in the evening, when he practiced at home, he would sometimes be called out by a phone call from Hei Xin, and almost every two or three days, he would ask Zhao Feng to hand over five hundred yuan, and occasionally let him be a free coolie.

And Bai Ze's plan has also entered the stage of negotiation with the Xiuzhen Circle, Ling Hugong is a famous family after all, and this kind of thing is not necessarily as good as the Xiuzhen Circle, although Zhao Feng has also been paying attention to this matter through Bai Ze, but he will definitely not take the initiative to enter the field of vision of the Xiuzhen Circle.

Seeing that the time set by Ye Xiao was getting closer and closer, Ling Fox Bow had to buy another piece of information from Bai Ze at a great price, and finally finalized the deal with the Xiuzhen Circle.

And on this day, Zhao Feng had just returned from Qilin Mountain, and in the process of cultivation, he began to consider a "possibility": since his own black blood contained medicinal power, could it replace medicinal materials to meet the cultivation needs of the flesh vein?

In fact, this idea was already had a few days ago, but at that time, it was considered that the black blood should be reserved for Yaya first, and recently, the efficiency of blood to make black blood is getting higher and higher, and Zhao Feng already has rich black blood to use to "experiment".

Zhao Feng sat cross-legged and meditated, controlling the black blood in his body, and "feeding" his muscles with medicinal power.

Prior to this, Zhao Feng had already mastered the technique of filling the muscles with qi in the cultivation of the skin veins, and now, with the same "inflation technique", he turned to rush the medicinal power into the muscles, and urged the muscles to digest the medicinal power through another set of eight sets of sixty-four movements.

The medicinal power was full, Zhao Feng began to practice, sixty-four movements down, it took ten minutes, but the medicinal power in the muscles was still intact, and even some muscles that were not easy to control had the leakage and loss of medicinal power.

"Sure enough, I thought it was too simple, but also, if you can really use the medicinal power of the blood vein to cultivate the flesh vein, wouldn't the cultivation of the flesh vein be too simple......" Zhao Feng sighed helplessly.

Just as Zhao Feng was about to withdraw the medicinal power in his muscles, another thought emerged-

"Since the movements that come with the Eight Desolate Martial Veins can't do it...... What about Tai Chi?"

It is not unreasonable for Zhao Feng to have this idea, after all, Tai Chi is effective for the cultivation of skin veins, and the efficiency is higher than the normal skin breath, and the skin breath is originally composed of the eight movements of the beast body method.

Even if this is the case, Tai Chi may be more efficient than the sixty-four movements of the flesh veins, and maybe it can really refine the medicinal power of black blood.

"It's nothing to try anyway, it's a big deal to fail. ”

Zhao Feng immediately regained hope, took a sharp breath, and then replenished the medicinal power into his muscles, and then raised his hand, pushed Liangyi, and drew yin and yang......

Syllable!

Halfway through a set of Tai Chi, Zhao Feng's right elbow made a "popping sound", and with a sharp pain, he realized: It was a muscle unit on the elbow that exploded.

That kind of pain was dozens of times stronger than a muscle strain, and just when Zhao Feng regretted that he shouldn't have practiced indiscriminately, the bursting muscle unit was actually quickly reorganized and healed under the effect of the black blood medicinal power, and finally glowed with stronger vitality......