Recently, Tang Bai has been much more honest, and in the morning he will go to the master to study literature, listen to the master talk about the principles of life and work, the general trend of heaven and earth, astrology and geography, and history and humanities. In the afternoon, he would practice boxing in the martial arts training field, and occasionally listen to Tang Xingjun explain the meaning of boxing, but in the evening, he would silently recite scriptures, breathe and breathe, and the qi in his body was like a turbulent river, as if it was hiding inexhaustible strength.

Force, which is also the foundation of martial arts, is like legs used to walk, and this sudden extra force is like a newly planted seedling being pulled up.

Tang Bai's senses became sensitive, and his memory became particularly good, and the deeper he comprehended the Tang family's boxing techniques, the more he discovered the breadth and profundity of the boxing techniques, and the more he felt that his foundation was not solid enough.

Martial arts have realms, and realms and boundaries only illustrate the highest achievements of martial arts.

The Master said, "Know what it is, know why it is." Tang Xingjun said: "The sword has been sharpened for ten years, and the sheath has its own cold light." "A good carpenter must first know how to pull saws, sharpen cutting edges, file saws, catch adzes, pick axes, tie threads, and cut materials, in order to create exquisite furniture; to build a house, you need to lay a foundation, pour, lay bricks, fill the soil and ram it, before you can build the roof; martial arts is the same, pay attention to the foundation, and the foundation and skill are synonymous. Such as boxing, there is a 'force does not fight, boxing does not fight', just like a porter with empty brute force, against a martial artist with profound boxing skills, fighting, porter brute force, not as skilled boxer.

For a period of time, Tang Bai continued to practice boxing, studied hard practice, and constantly became familiar with the qi in the body, his boxing techniques became more and more sophisticated, sometimes punching strong and domineering, straight but not curved, as if it could burst the air; sometimes punching power contains but does not vomit, sometimes virtual and real, unpredictable; when closing the boxing, he has a martial artist temperament and demeanor, a set of boxing methods, running freely, varied, strong boxing, has hidden craftsman style.

The sun and the moon rotate, the light shuttles like a shuttle, the life is not alarmed, in the blink of an eye in late autumn, the weather is a little colder; out of the back door, into the eyes is a continuous bamboo forest, straight green bamboo rises to the sky, although it is autumn, but the leaves are verdant, exude vitality, the pale white mist shrouds the forest, for a long time; the light wind blows, the rustle of the leaves rubbing, like a chapter of music; a gravel path, many places are covered by wild grasses and dead leaves; and in the depths of the bamboo forest, Tang Bai saw several bamboo houses, fenced into an independent courtyard, like a secluded residence.

Tang Bai rarely comes here, and he doesn't know why he came this time, maybe there is a silk thread in fate that pulls him here.

There were chickens and ducks in the courtyard, and when a big black dog saw him, he ran over, and the dog's eyes were fierce, and he barked, and then out of the house came an old man, with white beard and hair, dressed plainly, and his trousers rolled up, like an ordinary old peasant.

The old man called out, "Little Black." The black dog was quite human, and it was quiet in an instant, Tang Bai was about to speak, but he heard the old man's soft 'huh', his body was like lightning, and he came to him in the blink of an eye, and his right hand stretched out and grabbed him.

Tang Bai was surprised in his heart, and subconsciously hid, but the palm of his hand was extremely fast, and before he could react, he was lifted up by the collar on his chest, and then he saw that the old man's other hand kept pointing at his body, pointing and pointing, fast and accurate. Tang Bai's senses were keen, and he could clearly feel that there was a small stream of air rushing into his body from the old man's fingertips, some numbness, some pain.

"At such a young age, how could there be such a powerful true qi in the body, and it was so cold. The old man asked with a frown, he felt that this true qi was diametrically opposed to the Tang family's cultivation method of being Yang and Strong, but it was unfathomable.

Tang Bai was extremely uncomfortable, his qi and blood reversed, and he wanted to speak, but he felt that the scriptures of the "Lotus Sutra" had too much to do with it, but for a while, he was silent.

The more the old man probed, the more confused he became, and there was a feeling in the dark that this method of running the vein was secretly in line with the avenue of heaven and earth, which could break free from the cage of heaven and earth, break the shackles of the body, and transcend life and death; the more so, the more curious the old man became; a fierce and domineering true qi at his fingertips, like the water of a river, poured into Tang Bai's body in an endless stream, colliding with the true qi in Tang Bai's body.

The two true qi, one rigid and one soft, opposed each other, constantly entangled, treating Tang Bai's body as a battlefield, constantly wandering back and forth between his limbs, slashing his meridians like a knife, the pain was unbearable, he couldn't help but shout: "Let go... Pain.... Yes. ”

The old man did not withdraw his domineering true qi, and when he reached his current martial arts realm, he had already controlled his true qi freely, and this kind of pain was equivalent to washing Tang Bai's meridians and cutting the marrow, which would have its own benefits afterwards; at the same time, it was very dangerous; if he was not careful, his meridians would be cut off and he would become a wasted person; he said: "Boy, Yi Na Dantian, the air flow returns to the sea." As soon as the old man's words fell, Tang Bai felt as if he had been hit by a hammer in his chest, his whole body seemed to be torn apart, his head was blank, he couldn't hear what the old man was saying at all, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping on his chest, screaming, and the whole person fainted all of a sudden.

In a daze, Tang Bai found himself floating in a void, all kinds of runes flashed around him, the runes were blurred, the fluorescence was cold, like a dream; slowly, the light of the runes became brighter and brighter, and the void was full of runes, the existence of light; like stars, such as the scorching sun, dense, dotted into a sea of stars, between the runes, and a certain trajectory was formed, constantly changing, constantly moving, constantly combining, forming a huge pattern.

As soon as the pattern appeared, Tang Bai's brain instantly became clear, and there was a strange power invisibly, guiding the qi in his body to run around the sky. He was busy concentrating his will, silently reciting the scriptures of the "Lotus Sutra", his breathing became strange, the duration was short, and slowly, the qi in his body got rid of the old man's true qi, like a river entering the sea, heading towards the dantian.

The old man didn't let go, at his age, in this realm, what he pursued was to transcend life and death, he vaguely felt that Tang Bai's luck method was profound and complex, not just the true qi of the inner family, he seemed to see a strange door, through this door, he would see another different world.

The runes of the void seem to be inductive, rapidly evolving, rotating, and combining, turning into a clear lotus, in an instant, all the light disappears, only a clear lotus, independent void, no sky, no earth, no stars, sun and moon, can't distinguish up and down, left and right, south, south, north, west, gray void, only one clear lotus, eternal existence.

Heaven and earth seemed to have an induction, above the nine heavens, countless stars loomed in the sea of clouds, starlight fell from the high sky, countless subtle beams of light seeped from Tang Bai's hair, skin, flesh, muscles and bones, making him feel bursts of unbearable numbness, like thousands of ants crawling in his body, slowly, he felt a fire burning in his body, as if to burn him into ashes. At the same time, Tang Bai's feet' Yongquan Acupoint inexplicably produced a whirlpool, an invisible cold turbidity poured into his self-sufficient heart, attracted by the true qi in his body, combined together, but not fused, confronted each other, hovered each other, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, sometimes hot like fire, cold like falling into an ice cellar; between the lower abdomen was an incomparably great pain, his face turned from red to purple, and then became pale, cold sweat was like rain, and his clothes were all soaked; the true air flow in his body became more and more violent, causing serious damage to his body, and blood began to flow out of his eyes, then his nose, ears, and finally even his skin and hair began to overflow blood, as if he had become a bloody man, and it looked very terrifying。

The old man obviously felt the mysterious power that suddenly surged out of Tang Bai's body, this power exploded and was domineering, as if he was conscious, and instantly smashed away the true qi that poured into Tang Bai's body, and then came towards him with his fingertips.

The old man was shocked, he didn't understand why there was such a violent force in this thin body, and in a hurry, he was busy running the True Qigong to the limit to resist the strange power surging in Tang Bai's body.

"Boom" There was a loud bang, like thunder on a sunny day, and waves of light spread out in all directions, and any object that touched this light wave turned into smashes. The huge force pushed the old man back again and again, and deep footprints fell from the ground, his hands were broken, his chest was like being hit by a hammer, and after a mouthful of blood spurted out, he was stable, and looked at Tang Bai incredibly, but saw a few zhang away, Tang Bai was lying on the ground, motionless, his whole body was bloody, I don't know if he was dead or alive?