In the fourth year of Zhongping, in December, there are only less than three days before the end of the year, the weather is getting colder and colder, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and layers of thick white snowdrifts are piled up on the sky of Wuyin County.

Northwest suburbs, Jingping Village.

In less than ten days, rows of houses have been built, most of them are made of wood from the mountain, which is quite simple, but the central martyr's hall is built with large bluestone, which is majestic and wide.

The small courtyard of the Mujia family is built next to the Zhongli Hall, there is only a small wooden building, three rooms, the middle hall, the left house, the right house, the middle hall is the living room for hospitality, the left house is the house of Mushan, and the right house is the house of Mujing, in front of it is a courtyard, surrounded by a fence.

In the courtyard, snowflakes piled up, and the ground was white.

In the midst of the snowflakes, a figure wielded a long sword.

"Thorn!"

"Slash!"

"Kill!"

"Backhand!"

Practicing swords in the wind and snow was the young Mu Jing, Mu Jing was wearing a light gray shirt, holding a bronze long sword in both hands, dancing the long sword vigorously, every move was exhausted, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

"In troubled times, killing is king!"

Mu Jing actually didn't want to practice martial arts, because practicing martial arts was too hard, and every bit of strength was accumulated through sweat.

But he knew that he had to practice martial arts himself, and he didn't seek to become a super fierce general like Lu Bu, Zhao Yundianwei, and other famous generals in history, but his martial arts at least had the ability to protect himself.

This world is too chaotic.

It is better to rely on heaven and earth than on yourself.

After experiencing the bloody battle to exterminate the Zhu family, he deeply knew that the so-called troubled times were a world of killing, and in this world, killing and being killed were all taken for granted.

If he doesn't want to be a fish to be slaughtered, he has to become an all-encompassing sword.

"Brother Huzi!" Mu Jing drank.

"Less in charge!"

"Come on!"

"Then I'm coming!" Lei Hu gritted his teeth, holding a long sword in his hand, and a sword came down from top to bottom, and pounced head-on.

"Bell!"

The blades of the two swords collided, and the swords staggered, stirring up sparks.

"What a powerful force!"

Mu Jing hurriedly retreated, because the force that reverberated from his hands almost made his internal organs tremble.

"Come again!" Mu Jing crossed the sword upward.

When he held this sword in his hand, he suddenly had such a dream, which was a dream that he didn't dare to think about before, so he was crazy.

"Huzi, get out of the way!" With a low cold snort, Lei Hu trembled and hurriedly took a few steps back.

Mu Jing heard this familiar voice, and just wanted to salute with the sword, but suddenly felt a fierce cold wind blowing in his face, he didn't say a word, and hurriedly raised his sword to block the shadow in front of him.

Rumble!

It was a spear, and a spear shot out in the air, and he was caught off guard, and a huge force crushed him in the snow.

He looked up and saw that it was his father Makiyama who shot the shot.

Mu Shan's body is like a huge mountain, standing at the moment, the iron spear in his hand is the one guarding beside him, he threw a spear to the guards next to him, his face was a little dissatisfied, and said: "Jing'er, your martial arts seem to have regressed, and I can't take my strength anymore, you disappoint me too much!" ”

"Father!"

Mu Jing stood up, patted the snow on his body, and said, "Since I woke up from a high fever last time, I feel that my body seems to be much worse, and my strength to swing the sword is insufficient!" ”

"Are you still cultivating the Taiping Dao Method?"

"Taiping Dao Law?"

Hearing this, Mu Jing frowned slightly.

Is there really any Taiping Dao method in this world, scattering beans into soldiers?

"You, you didn't like to practice martial arts before, but now you don't practice martial arts, what's the use!"

Mu Shan looked at Mu Jing's blank hospitality, shook his head at you, he walked into the house, and turned out a roll of wooden tablets, which he kept very well, and wrapped it in cloth brocade outside.

"This was passed to you by Qu Shuai back then, you take it back and think about it!" Mu Shan handed Mu Jian to Mu Jing, and said in a deep voice: "Remember, martial arts practitioners, practice muscles and bones outside, practice one breath inside, practice martial arts without practice, to the old one, but practice must be impatient, to meditate, any martial arts, swordsmanship, marksmanship, is not achieved overnight, for the father now do not ask your martial arts ability to surpass the father, but also hope that you can have a certain amount of self-protection power in the future!" ”

"Jing will definitely not disappoint his father!"

Mu Jing's face was solemn, and he took the scroll of wooden tablets.

Mu Shan came back in a hurry, and soon went out and entered the county seat, although he has not yet appointed Wen Mu, but Cai Tu has been quite at ease with him, and began to let him enter the county government and rectify the current county soldiers, so his heels are busy all day long, and even Mu Jing can't see him a few times these days.

After Mu Shan left, Mu Jing changed into a robe, knelt in the living room of the central hall, began to calm down, and opened this scroll of wooden tablets.

On the wooden tablet, four big characters, Taiping Wujing.

"Taiping Martial Arts?"

Mu Jing's mind trembled inexplicably, and his pupils contracted slightly.

As his gaze looked at a familiar book, some of the forgotten history in his mind began to gradually recover.

An image flickered in my mind.

A dying middle-aged man handed a scroll of wooden tablets to a boy who was only about eight or nine years old, and told him, this is my last gift to you, that man is Zhang Mancheng, that little boy is Mu Jing, and that scroll of wooden tablets is the Taiping Wujing.

Although the Taiping Dao has been known as the evil crooked road in the Han Dynasty, in Chinese history, it should be the Taoist system of the Daomen, and this volume of the Taiping Martial Arts Book is naturally the heirloom martial arts of the Taiping Dao.

Martial arts has appeared a long, long time ago, at the beginning of the called killing craft, when the ancestors fought and killed animals, according to the animal's breathing, movements, force parts, and then fused some meridians of the human body, with a unique breathing method, with a variety of routine movements, created a martial arts cultivation method.

At first, it was just external strength, because the simplest form of strength is physical performance.

But since I don't know when some qi practitioners who pursue immortality began to appear, there are internal strength mental methods that can be cultivated now, and with these internal mental methods, internal strength can be cultivated.

If you want to say when martial arts became popular, it should be the era of a hundred schools of thought.

It was also from which era that there was an emphasis on the inheritance of Taoism.

And the Taiping Dao also has a bit of roots, it is rumored that the old immortal in the south relied on the "Taiping Sutra", the natural realm of the Taoist method, created the Taiping Taoism, and also created a set of martial arts cultivation methods comprehended from the "Taiping Sutra", which was later passed on to the eldest disciple Zhang Jiao, and Zhang Jiao created the Taiping Dao.

Of course, what he has in his hand is not the lone book of Nanhua Lao Xian, but a rubbing, at the beginning, Zhang Jiao in order to buy people's hearts, the Taiping Dao Taiping Wujing rubbings several copies, passed to all parties Qu Shuai, one of which was passed to Zhang Mancheng.

Zhang Mancheng passed it to him again.

So this volume of "Taiping Wujing" has always been in his hands, but he has always let Mushan keep it, and he has basically forgotten it.

"There are three realms of martial arts!"

"Physical foundation, this is a stage that every martial arts practitioner must have, at least before the age of fifteen to complete the physical foundation, complete the transformation of qi and blood, qi and blood is the lifeblood of martial arts practitioners, the vigor of qi and blood, martial arts can be strong!"

"After building the foundation realm, there is the realm of internal strength."

"Martial artists have external training muscles, bones and skin, and internal training of a breath, qi is the power of a martial artist, and the qi in the body is called the strength within the human body, once it breaks out, it is extremely powerful!"

"The martial artist's internal strength cultivation is extreme, and it can be condensed into the power of Gangyuan, a mouthful of Gangyuan, endless, mixed yuan is not broken, the martial artist of the Gangyuan realm is the peak of the world's martial artists, and all martial artists are seeking the ultimate!"

Mu Jing read it very carefully, this Taiping Martial Arts Book is divided into three chapters, the first part is to explain the realm of martial arts training and the root of martial arts, and there are some details of the idea of practice.

The middle part is a set of internal strength methods, and this internal strength method is the so-called Taiping Dao method.

The next part is the martial arts, there are fists, swordsmanship, marksmanship, knives, arrows, whips, and more partial hammer methods, Mushan now practices the hammer method is learned from here, called the mountain hammer, the eighteen hammer moves are all battlefield killing moves.