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It was the kind of thing called Qi that defeated him.

Reginad lay in the empty field of the temple, thinking back to the scene after scene of the battle with Li Qing, the shame of defeat and the hatred of his own powerlessness had gradually disappeared, in fact, he should not blame the nine-tailed demon fox entirely.

He had never seen that kind of power before, so he panicked for a moment.

can hit in the air, and it seems that he can also perceive it, Li Qing can also know where he is with his blindfolded eyes, it really seems that there is a powerful energy in the invisible form beside him.

But invisible.

With the power of magic, you can't figure out its shape and how it works, so if you use "that...... Maybe you can see this ancient oriental qi striking technique-

This is how the outsiders call this mystical power in the ancient martial arts of Ionia.

But he wouldn't, he didn't want to use any of the "three hole cards", they seemed to him as some kind of external force, and he didn't want to rely on them all the time, which would make him feel more uneasy.

So he lay motionless on the ground until the monks in the monastery found him, and thought that this guy had committed some kind of madness, and lay upright, but his eyes were straight to the sky. The monk carried him to the guest room, and Reginard was only deep in thought.

It's getting dark.

In the early morning, there is always a faint mist floating in the air of the mountains and forests, full of bleak grass and trees. The morning bell of the mountain temple is long and reverberated with the sound of nature, but it does not feel abrupt.

Anyway, he couldn't sleep, so Rigginard simply got up, stepped on the morning mist, and walked in the ancient temple that woke up early. Because of the thick morning fog on the bluestone pavement, the surface is covered with a layer of fine water droplets like a plant in the forest. My mind was confused, and I didn't feel that such an early morning was too cold.

It's just that the smell is gone.

The vague aroma has always lingered in the past, but it is never too far away. Was it because the angry words you said last night were too heavy, right?

But she was indeed a nine-tailed demon fox, and she had indeed hunted his life force. The demon fox is charming and clever, and the mind is even more unpredictable, between the virtual and the real, which ones are true and which ones are false?

Maybe she'll reappear in a few days.

Didn't the little fox still have a crooked idea about his life spirit?

He said this to himself, unconsciously in the temple again, he saw an old monk in a robe holding a huge broom, he was very old, wrinkles all over his cheeks, but old and not decaying, full of energy, although the movements of the hands were not rapid, but there was a vague sense of tiger and tiger, sweeping the leaves on the ground to the roots of the tree.

"Master, forgive me for taking the liberty of asking." Reginard folded his hands and saluted the old monk, and the old monk also stopped his movements and responded with the same salute, but with a single palm.

Naturally, Reginard couldn't tell the difference between the two.

"What is gas?"

"What is anger?" The other party answered him as it was.

"What exactly is qi? Why is that energy generated? ”

The old monk smiled, "Whatever, it's all angry." With that, he continued his work, the blades fluttering in the air currents raised between the brooms.

"So, how to practice qi?"

"Anything, you can practice."

The only answer to him was this pantomime-like answer. Oriental Zen monks are famous all over the world, and people say that they have obtained great wisdom in the temple, but they like obscure words, and Reginad can be regarded as a personal experience.

He sat in the courtyard, watching the old monk sweep the floor, as if some strange power was splashing out from between his movements, breathing and breathing, everything had a certain sense of flowing water.

Is this gas?

Or not? Just some kind of lightness of the body?

The muscles are shriveled and the bones are aging, but he is as powerful as a young man, and his gait is vigorous. Is it really some mysterious power peculiar to the East?

He sat there and watched for a long time, the old monk swept and swept, he just watched blankly, and time passed quietly.

"Cultivating Buddha is for the sake of practicing Qi?"

"Hugh is rude to the Buddha," the old monk seemed to be a little displeased, "Cultivation is for self-help, qi is the principle of all things, enlightenment will be enlightened by qi, mind, and natural reason, how can the benefactor say such blasphemy?" ”

"It's me who was rude." Reginard hurriedly apologized, when he suddenly heard a slight wind howling, and he subconsciously dodged sideways to look at the direction of the sound.

An arrow appeared in his miniature pupils, it was an ordinary feathered arrow, but it was not like a mortal thing, because on its surface, colorless and formless energy wrapped itself, if it were not for the early morning sunlight through the refraction of light, I am afraid it is difficult to see that there is a special energy on it.

It is an arrow containing an air strike, and if an uninformed person is on top of the backbone shield in his hand, he is likely to be directly pierced by this air strike arrow.

Seeing this, the old monk waved the broom in his hand, and a few subtle strands were quietly raised, like a small rope coiled around the arrows, and the qi soon seemed to be discharged, and the arrows were scattered on the ground.

"Varus, the temple is heavy, Hugh is messing around!" The old monk straightened his face.

Reginade turned around and saw a young monk walking over with a hippie smile on his face, holding a longbow in his hand, it was the little monk he met on the way up the mountain yesterday, Reginade remembered a little, his name was Varus, he was a famous archer in Ionia, and he didn't look like a person who was suitable for asceticism, but he lived in this mountain temple, and he didn't know what was hidden in it.

"Rude faux pas." He held one palm in front of him, his head lowered. "This benefactor is a friend of the little monk, and he got lost wandering around the monastery, so I will come to pick him up. If he has any offense, please forgive the abbot. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the arrows on the ground and put them in the pocket behind his back, pulled Reginard away, and walked a little before he said, "What do you ask the old monk to do?" That kind of guy never comes out of his mouth. ”

"Then do you know what qi is?"

Varus scratched at his hair, the hair on his forehead was not short, and it was very abrupt to mix with the bald monks in the temple. "Guess what?" He said with a smile on his face and narrowed his eyes.

Reginald would have smiled too. Maybe he can find the answer in him.

"Can your magic cut off the water?" Varus asked.

"Yes." Reginard replied, not knowing what his intentions were.

A few minutes later, Varus led Reginard to the bottom of a steep mountain waterfall, but with a very high drop and the sound of the water crushing like rings.

"Try it, block it with your magic."

"What?"

"Give it a try." Varus raised his head, "Stand directly below the waterfall, but don't get wet." ”

Reginald also didn't know what his smile meant, so he held up his magic shield and walked over, the rocks below the waterfall had become extremely slippery after a long wash, and walking on it had to be protected by magic to prevent it from slipping into the water.

Arcane magic can hold up a shield above his head, and the water of the waterfall drips down suddenly, water is a feminine thing, and Reginard has fought many water magicians, and he also knows that water magic is limited, but the healing effect is excellent. In order to enhance the lethality of this magic, many magicians have created unique secret methods that use that permeability and add corrosive acid to achieve the effect of strengthening.

It was probably the first time he had seen such a strong hydraulic force.

Every drop of water that fell from the air was like a projectile shot from Hextech's gun, and the water droplets were connected to each other into a stream of water, and if he didn't seriously resist it with magic, his shield would be riddled with holes in an instant.

What a powerful force it is.

In that case, why don't magicians use similar magic?

Reginad struggled to maintain the shield above his head, trying to hold on as long as possible, and the magic energy continued to be injected into the shield without stopping for a moment.

At last he was knocked down on the rocks by the waterfall, his brain was a little dizzy, the water poured into his mouth and nose, and washed to the shore with the rapid current, he got up and spit several mouthfuls of water, his clothes were soaked in embarrassment, and his hair was sticking to his face.

"I want to ...... I understand. He said, his mind was extremely clear.

Varus's expression remained unchanged and he looked at him with a smile. "Tell me about it."

"Qi is a kind of potential energy......," said Reginard, leaning against the rocks by the mountain stream, "like the water is soft and feminine, but the mountains and waterfalls can knock people down on the rocky beach; The stone is calm on the ground, but if it falls from the sky, it will smash a crater dozens of times the size, and that is potential energy. ”

Varus nodded, Reginad was indeed smart, but it was such a small hint, his guess was only one step away from the truth, but it was indeed difficult for people outside of Ionia to grasp that, so he looked into Reginald's eyes and added:

"That's right, qi comes from the potential energy in the heart."

Reginald's eyes widened when he heard this.

Varus nodded, confirming his incredulous gaze: "Therefore, the Ionians pursue the nature of the mind, and expand the heart infinitely as vast as heaven and earth, and this potential energy can burst into extremely powerful power. ”

"Ionia has two ways to pursue power, one is a martial artist who cultivates martial arts, and the highest state is qi; On the other hand, there are psionic beings, who cultivate their spirits to attain a state of unity with nature, and thus go straight to the gods - although I don't know if it's true or not, but psionics are also very powerful. ”

Reginard looked at him incredulously, and after a moment, his expression relaxed, and finally melted into relief.

"I see."

……

"Hate hate hate hate hate!" Ahri wrenched and wrenched branches in the woods down the hill, as if the dry wood was the embodiment of Reginald.

The bush next to her suddenly moved, and a pair of pointed ears stood up above her head, and Ahri was delighted by a certain guess in her heart, but she soon found that the people who approached did not have the magic mark she had left behind-

Not that pesky weak chicken.

"So here." It was a quiet woman's voice.

"Who are you?" Ahri was in a bad mood, thinking that if this guy was not good, he would beat him up happily before he was relieved.

The girl who emerged from the grass and trees was also an alien, and Ahri even felt that she was more like a human than this guy compared to humans.

At least her skin wasn't strangely purple, she didn't have a single horn on the top of her head, and her feet were rounded, not the hooves of the woman in front of her. She just had unusual triangular ears and nine beautiful white tails, not like this woman who looked so strange, but she still said something like this righteously:

"Wake up, youkai! I, Soraka, swear by the stars that today I will capture you before the temple of Karma the Apocalypse. The one-horned girl with long hooves uttered a long list of righteous and stern lines, and when she looked up, she saw that Ahri had long since disappeared.

My ears were suddenly tickled by a warm exhalation: "That...... Come and get me. Hee-hee. "The crisp laughter is like the wind chimes blown by the mountain breeze.

Soraka turned his head abruptly with the staff of the crescent moon in his hand, only to see that the demon fox had turned into a dark blue shadow, flashed a few steps away, and appeared in shape, with a charming smile on his face, and a blue orb in his palm had gradually condensed into shape.