"Walk in light steps, walk in a wide step, step up, step up and down, walk with the body, step for the body... Step by step, step by step, step by step, like a shadow, like smoke with the shadow. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Again, again, again, the heart repeatedly silently recited the footwork mantra, the artistic conception between the heart gradually became clear, only to see a figure appear in the artistic conception, that to the figure like smoke, ethereal, really can be seen and touched but can not be grasped.

At this time, the figure sitting cross-legged slowly got up, stepped out gently, and the figure moved, step by step, the pace became faster and faster, the figure became more and more blurred, and suddenly the figure was stunned, and the figure that was walking fast like a fly, instantly fell to the ground and touched the ash of a nose.

Why is this so? I obviously felt that my footwork was not wrong, why did my body suddenly stop? Qing Yuan kept asking himself what went wrong.

"Walk in light steps..."Qing Yuan read silently, and his figure also moved, step by step, his speed gradually increased, his figure became faster and faster, and his figure became more and more blurred.

"Bang!" The body fell to the ground again, Qingyuan quickly got up, unconvinced, only to see his steps move again.

"Bang!" A nose of ash.

"Bang!" Still a nose of ash.

......

After a long time, Qing Yuan struggled to get up, his face was already blue and purple, this time he didn't come again, because it was really painful to fall, and his body was swollen, how many times this situation came, there was only one result - continue to fall.

patted the dust on his body, sat down cross-legged, and his luck began to reduce swelling and stasis, and only a moment later, the figure sitting cross-legged stood up.

"It seems that my body has been completely transformed, this recovery speed is really amazing, just now I fell at least a hundred times, I couldn't walk after falling, it only took a moment to recover." The more Qing Yuan thought about it, the more amazing it became, and in the end, he secretly smacked his tongue.

"What's the problem? It's definitely useless to try again. The little one fell into deep thought again.

After pondering for a long time, he shook his head helplessly, then got up and stopped thinking about it, looked at the dense wooden stakes in the room, and suddenly said: "Does it have anything to do with these wooden stakes, since these wooden stakes are helpful to their own cultivation, then there must be a reason, just try it." ”

Qing Yuan came to these wooden stakes again, carefully observing each one of them, and he found that the size, height and distance of these wooden stakes were so similar to the complete smoke steps in the artistic conception.

Thinking of this, he instantly understood that these three hundred and sixty wooden stakes were not placed casually, each of his wooden stakes represented one step, and the three hundred and sixty stakes just represented the three hundred and sixty steps of "Like Smoke Steps", and these three hundred and sixty wooden stakes were a complete set of "Like Smoke Steps", no wonder I didn't know how to start when I came here at the beginning.

After thoroughly understanding the usefulness of the stake, he knew that this "Smoke Walk" should not be able to stop his footsteps, so Qingyuan began to practice.

"Walk lightly, yes, I should start with this stake."

The small figure flew up, one foot on the stake, and with the beginning of the first step, the second step followed, and I saw a figure walking like flying, on the uneven and large stakes, back and forth, one forward, one backward.

"Haha, it's done, it's done." Before the little figure touched the ground, he laughed happily.

Successfully practiced "Like a Smoke Step", Qing Yuan was overjoyed in his heart, which reminded him of the situation when he had just been fallen, if he didn't have these wooden stakes, if he wanted to practice, I am afraid it would take more time, after he successfully walked through the wooden stakes, he finally understood the reason for his previous failure.

It turned out that when he didn't get on the stake, with a flute strength, he just fell a hundred times and still didn't take the one hundred and twenty-first steps, it turned out that these stakes were big and small, it was divided into three specifications, the first one hundred and twenty was the thickest, and the greater the power he carried, from one hundred and twenty-one to the two hundred and forty and half smaller than before, the power it carried was much smaller, if you still had the same power to exert it, it would definitely cause the stake to break, and the practice would naturally fail.

The subtlety of this set of footwork lies in this, lies in the control of one's own body strength, if you can't effectively control your own strength, if you want to practice this method, it is extremely difficult, and the size of the stake just controls your own strength, as long as you understand the true use of these three hundred and sixty stakes, this method can be achieved.

The more Qing Yuan thought about it, the more he felt the magic of this method, and he came to the stake again, and practiced three times in a row, so that the little guy became more and more proficient in this set of footwork, and still really mastered this set of "like smoke steps" comparable to the general ground-level footwork.

Qing Yuan straightened his messy thoughts, and the expression that was still smirking from time to time just now suddenly became excited and impatient.

"Now that "Like a Smoke Step" has been practiced, let me see what kind of martial arts this second room is, and how much time will it take me? Perhaps in the same three hours, I will be able to master it, and then I will not be able to go out tomorrow? ”

"Haha, it's exciting to think about, others take months or even years, but I only need more than ten hours, just over a day, I didn't expect myself to be really good." The more Qingyuan thought about it, the more he felt that he was amazing, and the more he thought about it, the more boundless he became.

Liu Qing, who was waiting outside the door at this time, was guessing in his heart: "This kid, he must still be thinking about why there are so many wooden stakes, I don't know which wooden stake to start with and worry about it like I did back then, but I believe that he will be better than me, and this first room should be enough for half a month." ”

Just when he was still guessing about Qingyuan in his heart and worried about the wooden stake, he didn't know that Qingyuan at this time had not only completely mastered "Like Smoke", but also had come to the door of the second room and was ready to push the door in.

Coming to the second room, Qing Yuan couldn't wait to pick up the jade slip and investigate; "Qingyuan Nine Slashes", is a swordsmanship, but also a palm, is a set of martial arts that can be close attack, can also be attacked from afar, with palm close attack, the power is great, more powerful than the sword to attack from afar, it is divided into nine types: the first type of 'killing', the second type of 'hanging', the third type of 'stabbing', the fourth type of 'pressure', the fifth style of 'chopping', the sixth style 'cut', the seventh style 'extinguishing', the eighth style 'sealing', the ninth style 'unity', each style is very peculiar, cultivated to the ninth type, the power of the ground level martial arts."

After reading this complicated information, Qing Yuan knew the power of this "Qingyuan Nine Slashes", and what the second senior brother performed that day was "Qingyuan Nine Slashes".

This set of methods decided that Qingyuan didn't want to learn it before because he was troublesome, but he still hasn't avoided it today, since he has to learn it, then learn it, and suddenly he didn't think about it anymore, breathed a good breath, and carefully interpreted the mystery of every trick and style over and over again.

Time passed slowly, an hour passed, Qing Yuan no longer interpreted, just practiced in place, over and over again, this time he didn't fall again, but every time he performed the sixth form, he had a stiff feeling, no matter how he practiced.

"There are five rooms here, and each room has a method to assist in cultivation, which can make you learn martial arts faster." These are the words that the master said earlier, and they echo in his heart.

The room was not big, not as big as the previous one, except for a table, there were only nine wooden swords in the room, and the nine wooden swords were exactly the same size and shape, and they stood quietly in the center of the room.

Reaching out and grasping the hilt of one of the wooden swords, he tried to pull it out, but he didn't pull it out, his feet stood firm, his body sank slightly, and his hands pulled up hard, and the wooden sword in his hand seemed to be one with the earth, and he couldn't pull it out.

This sword can't be drawn, so how can you practice the sword? So what are these swords for? How do you help me practice swords? Many questions swirled in Qingyuan's heart.

Qing Yuan sat cross-legged on the side of the sword quietly, without trying to draw the sword again, and the wooden stake in the previous room made him vaguely understand that maybe the secret was still in this sword.

After sitting for an hour and then passed, Qing Yuan, who was holding the hilt of the sword in one hand, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, only to see him stand up, reach out and hold the other sword, and then let go after a while, after he shook it one by one, he stretched out his hands and held one of them, and with a light lift, the sword came out.

The wooden sword that I couldn't pull out before, I gently pulled it out, it seems that my own feeling is right, each wooden sword hides a sword style, I don't understand the mystery, I don't want to pull it out.

Holding the sword in his hand, a killing intent was hidden in the sword, and Qing Yuan suddenly understood that this sword was the sword that contained the first style of "Qing Yuan Nine Slashes".

The law was surging in his heart, and the sword was waving in his hand, over and over again, one after another, and Qing Yuan was completely immersed in these wooden swords at the moment.

It is said that there is no time to practice swords, and in the blink of an eye, two hours have passed, and Qing Yuan is still practicing, at this time, the wooden sword in his hand suddenly shines, and a terrifying attack hits the ground not far away.

A piece of dust protruded, making people's vision blurred, and after dissipating, a pit appeared in the eyes of the little guy, seeing this pit Qingyuan showed a happy smile, and laughed: "Haha, I have become it again, and I have practiced it again, this ninth type is really powerful."