Chapter 35: The Old Man is Nameless

This is the second time Yu Xiaojie has come to the Scripture Pavilion, this time he did not stay on the first floor, but just bowed slightly to the dilapidated bookshelf with great emotion, and went up to the second floor.

In the past half a month, Yu Xiaojie has been frequently in and out on the second floor, and Yu Xiaojie is accustomed to the unguarded Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but it made him find some extraordinary things about the old farmers who farmed the land, a pair of muddy old eyes, catching insects in the field, but there is no ambiguity, the hands and feet that seem to be wooden are extremely flexible, and some people who gather Dan Ling do not have that speed, and Yu Xiaojie was stunned for a while.

And the speed at which Yu Xiaojie cultivated spiritual skills shocked Yun Zhenyue, because Yu Xiaojie could learn several sets of spiritual skills in a day, and such a comprehension ability made him embarrassed.

Crazy dragon cloud frightened dragon, but now he also hides when he sees Yu Xiaojie, although he is crazy, but he is not stupid, he was hit unilaterally, he no longer dares to propose a fight with Yu Xiaojie, if he enters the congenital, he may only try, I think that Yu Xiaojie did not use all his strength at that time, and he broke several ribs with one punch, and that fight became his nightmare.

Putting down the books in his hand, this was already the last bookshelf on the second floor, and with a long breath, Yu Xiaojie walked to the upper floor.

On the third floor, it is far inferior to the lower two floors, but there are a few bookshelves scattered around, and each bookshelf is not full of books, but most of them are handwritten notes, and most of them are yellowed or damaged.

As soon as Yu Xiaojie came in, he felt that the top layer was shabby compared to the lower three layers, and there were too few books....

"Who?" Yu Xiaojie was startled, his face was full of vigilance, and he asked abruptly.

"Huh... Behind a bookshelf, an old man with a broom walked out, the old man kept his head down, half-squinted, sweeping the ground, and ignored Yu Xiaojie's exclamation.

"Old man?" Yu Xiaojie shouted softly with a sigh of relief in his heart.

After a while, he didn't see the old man answer, Yu Xiaojie saw that the old man didn't pay attention to him, he didn't get annoyed, smiled faintly, and walked to a bookshelf on the side.

It's just that Yu Xiaojie didn't notice that after he turned around, the old man with the broom raised his head, his eyes swept away the cloudiness just now, and became extremely clear.

As soon as Yu Xiaojie walked over, he was attracted by a book, a few quaint big characters of "Wuji Secret Classic" were printed in his eyes, and he carefully picked up the book, Yu Xiaojie couldn't wait to open the first page of the book, only to see the book said: "Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, it should be seen as such." ”

Yu Xiaojie was puzzled, pondered for a while, and suddenly a faint hoarse voice came from behind: "That means that you should look at the essence of things, don't be confused by appearances, don't be too persistent." ”

"En?!" Hearing the voice, Yu Xiaojie turned around sharply, but only saw the old man who had been waving the broom, and knew that it was the old man who was prompting him, so he bowed down and said, "Thank you seniors for teaching..."

Yu Xiaojie waited for a while, but the old man didn't respond, so he had to turn around and continue to look through the books in his hand.

The book seems to be a spiritual technique, and on the third page the book says: "The ethereal spirit has a neck on the neck, the chest and the back are on the back, the shoulders are heavy and the elbows are heavy, the tongue is on top of the palate." "And then there are thirteen weird poses, and some hints.

Yu Xiaojie posed accordingly, followed the characters in the book one by one, and after one time, Yu Xiaojie closed the book, closed his eyes, and his mind echoed the thirteen potentials.

"Form and meaning are in harmony, meaning and qi are in harmony, and qi is in harmony with God...... Deep and slender and even, the rest returns to the roots. ”

The old man opened his cloudy eyes violently, he felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the operation of the spiritual power around him, and looked at Yu Xiaojie with some surprise, it seemed... That young man is the center of spiritual power, and all spiritual power is driven by that young man.

"Peng. . . Pontomp..."

Yu Xiaojie's world was only the sound of his own heartbeat, following the feeling in his mind, he unconsciously rehearsed the thirteen weird postures in this book over and over again, but he didn't notice the tiny gray energy in his blood, and now he swept away the usual peace, and seemed to be ready to move, like a tiger about to come out of the cage.

"Boy.... If you want to practice and practice, you can't stand your toss. ”

Although the voice was weak, it shook Yu Xiaojie's heart and passed into his mind, and the breath returned to the root, just before he opened his eyes, the gray energy in his blood, as Yu Xiaojie's movements stopped, slowly fell silent, flowing gently and peacefully.

The old man looked at Yu Xiaojie, stretched out his somewhat dry arm, pointed to the side, and said, "Look at the good things you have done." ”

Following the old man's point, Yu Xiaojie saw that the bookshelves here had fallen horizontally or vertically, but the books and notes were neatly piled aside, needless to say, when the bookshelves fell, the old man took the books.

Yu Xiaojie scratched his head in embarrassment, not knowing what to say, and the old man said again: "Why don't you quickly help me up the bookshelf, are you still waiting for me, the old man, to reorganize it?"

"Oh..."Knowing that he was wrong, Yu Xiaojie hurriedly took action, helped up a few bookshelves, sorted out the books, and returned to the old man.

Although the old man in front of him looked plain and thin, and his dry body seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, Yu Xiaojie did not think that the old man on these three floors would be an ordinary person.

"Well..."After the old man watched Yu Xiaojie obediently lift up the bookshelf, his face softened a little, and he said: "Young man, it's okay to read here, but be careful not to practice here, the books in here can't stand your toss..."

"The kid understands..."Yu Xiaojie bowed his head.

After a while, the old man spoke again: "Young man... Tell me, how did you feel when you practiced the thirteen potentials?"

"En..." A trace of confusion flashed in Yu Xiaojie's eyes, and he suddenly fell into deep thought, just when he was practicing, his mind was empty, and his body just swayed with the posture in his memory, and the feeling was mysterious and mysterious, unspeakable, and unclear.

"I don't know... I can't say what I feel, I just feel like I'm putting it out very casually..."Yu Xiaojie had no choice but to reply.

"Oh..."The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, his heart moved, he observed for hundreds of years, after hundreds of years of practice, the old man finally found a few characteristics, these thirteen potential can regulate people's minds, and there are also the wonderful benefits of relaxing muscles and activating the body, cultivating the body and mind, but it has never been like Yu Xiaojie can attract the spiritual power between heaven and earth, although curious, the old man did not ask this topic again.