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Xiangyang is worthy of the base camp of the Iron Sword Gate, and the conditions in the city are indeed much better in all aspects. Zheng Qin spent a lot of energy, and in the busy planning of the conference, he still visited Wang Qi every day. Dozens of maids took turns to serve, and Wang Si, who was not affected at all, had begun to heal his wounds.

Li Ping was placed in an independent courtyard and was clean.

After asking Brother Lin several times whether Mr. Wang was still in Xiangyang, he didn't get any news, and finally gave up. In addition to routinely seeing Wang Qi's injury, the rest of the time is spent on practice. The location of the acupuncture points around the body and the running route of the staggering force are remembered in my heart. What is rare is that the stumbling energy of the practice begins to have a sense of qi. According to Wang Qi's words, judging from the time when the sense of qi is generated, it can only be regarded as the posture of the people. This made Li Ping quite discouraged in his heart.

Qi comes out of the dantian, goes up the arm along the meridians, closes on the skin surface, does not go through the circulation, does not rush to the acupoints, but only runs repeatedly in the meridians selected by Li Ping in the arm. In the face of this unreasonable cultivation method, Wang Si didn't dare to say anything anymore, for fear that a wrong suggestion would make Li Ping go mad. After all, no one has ever practiced this stumbling strength to the fullest, and of course, no one has practiced internal strength like Li Ping. The matter has come to this point, it is useless to talk more, so I have to tell Li Ping, let him consult with Doctor Sun for more advice, don't practice chaos, and ensure a small life.

What Wang Qi said was urgent, but for Li Ping, who didn't know the dangers of internal cultivation, it completely turned into a deaf ear.

Doctor Sun Shen was originally a descendant of Sun Simiao, the king of medicine, and his medical skills have become blue, whether it is in the temple or in the rivers and lakes, his status is quite high. It is rare to see it when you travel all over the world. If it weren't for the fact that Lu Youdao personally invited Wang Li to regulate his mother's body on behalf of Wang Li this time, it would be difficult for Wang Li to see such a fairy-like figure.

The Jianghu people who participated in the martial arts conference this time all went to visit, and Doctor Sun was not good at refusing, and his residence was full of people all day long, and it was difficult to have quiet times. Doctor Sun showed Li Ping a few times, but found no signs of inappropriateness in his body, so he told him to come and see it from time to time.

As the time of the conference approached, the number of martial arts sects that arrived in Xiangyang gradually increased, and some affiliated small gangs of the nine major sects also arrived one after another. There are constant fights in Xiangyang City every day, and there is a trend of intensification. Xiangzhou Governor Shi Zuoyanqiu forcibly ordered that no blood should be seen in the city, and the two protectors of the monks and nuns of the Iron Sword Gate also personally sat in the town, and transferred manpower to strengthen the maintenance of the city, so as to stabilize the law and order.

Li Ping saw that Wang Qi's injuries had improved, and a stone fell in his heart. knew that Wang Jue's life was fine, and his own life was saved. When there was nothing to do, I remembered the agreement with Li Bai. So he said goodbye to Wang Jue and said that he would go to Lumen Mountain to meet a friend.

Lumen Mountain is located thirty or forty miles southeast of Xiangyang City, on the east bank of the Han River. It is known for its steep beauty, beautiful scenery and quite majestic. There is the ancient temple of Lumen in the Han Dynasty in the mountain, and the mountain is also named after this temple. At the end of the Han Dynasty, Pang Degong lived in seclusion here, and often invited Wolong, Mr. Shui Jing, etc. to discuss the general trend of the world.

Meng Haoran is in Lumen Mountain.

Get on the boat from Yuliang Ferry, go all the way to Hanshui, and go straight to Lumen Mountain.

Xiangyang is connected to the Central Plains in the north and Xiaoxiang in the south. Xiangyang City and Fancheng form a horn and rely on each other, and Yuliangzhou is in the middle of the horn. Yuliang Island is the confluence of the Han River and the Tangbai River and is washed and silted, and there is a ferry at the head of the continent, which is the Yuliang Ferry.

Yuliangdu is much more prosperous than Lujin. When Li Ping arrived at Yuliangdu, it was still early. Passenger ships and cargo barges between the north and south have been lined up on the water. The martial arts people who sailed at night, the merchants who came and went, and the returnees who fished, were mooring their boats to their respective areas. Several Iron Sword Gate gangs are dressed in hunting costumes and are searching for something on a passenger ship. Even Li Ping, who is accustomed to seeing the prosperity of later generations, can't help but be stunned by the prosperity of Xiangyang Wharf. I couldn't help but sigh that the prosperity of Great Qin and the rise of the Iron Sword Gate were not accidental.

There were many passenger boats at the ferry, so Li Ping looked for a cheap boat, and after waiting for a cup of tea, the boat set off south.

The boatman was an old man in his fifties, whose skin had turned brown after years of exposure to the sun, like the bark of a camphor tree, dry and rough and close to the muscles, twisting with the swing of the oar. In his calloused hands, with a skillful swing, the boat moved forward steadily.

The boat was not big, and there were only about 20 people to fill it. Most of the pilgrims on the boat, dressed in simple clothes, are still far away from Lumen Mountain, and the men and women are already thinking in their mouths, muttering what they want in their hearts.

All the pilgrims and boat passengers were crowded into the bow of the boat, because there was a monk in the stern.

A monk who is older than the boatman, and full of more frost and sorrow. The yellow-brown monk's robes were tattered, but they were cleanly washed. But it still can't stop the tattered straw sandals on the monk's feet, and it can't stop the monk's thinness and ugliness. Such a monk really doesn't look like a monk, he doesn't even look like a courtyard sweeper, and it looks really annoying. So, no one wanted to be next to him, everyone was huddled in the bow of the boat. The monk must have known this, and hid motionless in the stern of the boat.

Seeing this, Li Ping smiled in his heart, people of the world, go to the incense to ask for Buddha, but he dislikes the monk.

Li hung an iron chisel on his waist, moved to a free and spacious place between the monk and the others, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and experienced the vigorous operation of his arms.

More than 30 miles of waterway, smooth wind, small boats fast. When Li Ping opened his eyes, on both sides of the river, the green mountains were verdant, the mountains were strangely steep, and the pavement came.

Lumen Mountain has arrived.