Ling Jing pondered for a moment, thinking to himself, the Hengshan faction has been plotted by the Songshan faction and the Huashan faction of the alliance recently, it seems that Master Dingyi has already felt a little disheartened, so that the succession ceremony of the new head of the sect has not invited colleagues in the martial arts to come to watch the ceremony, if not, a few days before this ceremony, presumably the Hengshan faction should be full of guests.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, then please forgive me for the interruption." Ling Jing nodded in response.

Master Dingyi smiled slightly and said, "Young man, please come here." ”

Under the guidance of Master Dingyi, Ling Jing followed everyone to the main peak of the Hengshan Sect to see the surname Feng, which also took a little time.

The main nunnery of the Hengshan sect is a small nunnery, and there are more than 30 tiled houses next to the hermitage, which are inhabited by all disciples. Ling Jing saw that there were only two entrances before and after, and compared with the construction of the magnificent Shaolin Temple, it was as straight as an elephant compared to an ant.

Come to the nunnery, see a white-clothed Guanyin enshrined in the hall, spotless in all directions, shabby furnishings, I can't imagine that the Hengshan faction is shaking the rivers and lakes, and the main nunnery is actually simple and ruosi.

"The nunnery is simple, but it makes the young man smile." Master Dingyi led Ling Jing to visit the various nunnery halls and said with a smile.

"Where, the teacher is too polite." In my heart, I was really a little surprised, with the prestige of the Hengshan faction in the martial arts now, I don't know how many rich people and outsiders will rush to send their children up the mountain to practice martial arts, but how can they be so poor?

After visiting the surnamed Feng, it was not too early, and finally Dingyi Shitai instructed Zheng Cao to take Ling Jing to the guest room in the west of the peak.

The Hengshan sect is full of women, and the guest rooms in the west of the peak are generally only used for the parents of the female disciples of the sect to visit when they go to the peak, and the distance from the main nunnery is not short.

Walking on the road, Zheng Cao, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, would peek at Ling Jing's side face from time to time, and the gaze in his eyes was both grateful and curious.

"Senior Sister Zheng, what are you doing all the time looking at me?" Ling Jing's mind was so keen, how could some of Zheng Cao's small movements escape his eyes.

"Huh?"

Zheng Cao snorted in a low voice, his face flushed: "Ling, Ling Shaoxia, I, I don't" looked helpless.

Ling Jingwan smiled and said, "You don't need to call me any young man, if you don't dislike it, can you call me Brother Ling?" ”

"Huh?" Zheng Cao's little face was flushed, and he secretly looked at Ling Jing, seeing that he was gentle, and there was always a faint smile on his gentle and warm face, which made people look at it, and he couldn't help but beat in his heart.

"Ling, Brother Ling."

Ling Jing laughed, seeing that Zheng Cao was still a little restrained, he felt a little strange in his heart, when he was in Fujian, this little junior sister was not so afraid of herself.

"Senior Sister Zheng, are you afraid of me?" He wondered.

Zheng Cao shook his head and said with a smile: "Brother Ling avenged my master's great revenge, Zheng Cao only has gratitude in his heart, not fear." It's just that he secretly glanced at Ling Jing's side face, and said cautiously: "Brother Ling, did you really lead people to attack Shaolin Temple, and also defeated Zuo Lengchan and Chongxu Daoist in a row?" ”

A palm-sized jīng Zhi small face, full of curiosity and admiration, thought, Zuo Lengchan, the great thief, is known as the first person of the Wuyue Sword Sect, and his martial arts are unfathomable, and the Chongxu Daoist of the Wudang Sect is one of the three major masters of the rivers and lakes today, and the swordsmanship and martial arts are compared with the Fang Zheng Master of the Shaolin Temple, and they are not too reckless, is it true that Brother Ling's martial arts are really so high, and even these two are not his opponents?

Ling Jing was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't expect the news of the battle of Shaolin Temple to spread so quickly, and it was only more than ten days before the people here of the Hengshan faction got the news.

He shook his head and smiled, and said, "That's because the head of the Dao is broad-minded and doesn't want to deal with a junior like me, so he intends to give in." In fact, Dao Chang's swordsmanship has reached a realm that is difficult for ordinary people to reach, and I am still far behind. ”

He has always suspected that the swordsmanship realm of Chongxu Dao Chang has entered the artistic conception double heaven, if not, it is just an ordinary artistic conception master, and it cannot be compared with the artistic conception of the "Dugu Nine Swords".

Zheng Cao nodded as if he didn't understand, their younger generation of disciples only understood martial arts in terms of the jīng wonder of the moves, and the depth of internal force, as for the "realm", for them, it was like a book from heaven, and they couldn't understand the true meaning.

Zheng Cao knew that his martial arts were shallow, and he didn't dare to think about this kind of profound thing, so he suddenly grinned and said, "But Brother Ling is also very powerful, at least Zuo Lengchan is not your opponent." ”

Ling Jing's previous words did not mention Zuo Lengchan, and with Zheng Cao's intelligence, he naturally knew the meaning of Ling Jing's words.

Ling Jing smiled noncommittally, walked about a cup of tea, and finally arrived in front of the three big houses.

"Alright, Senior Sister Zheng. You should hurry back to see the surname Feng, it is the succession ceremony of Master Dingyi, presumably you should be very busy today. ”

Before leaving, he saw that many disciples of the Hengshan Sect were coming in and out, very busy, as if they were cleaning the nunnery and residences of the sect.

Zheng Cao nodded, suddenly rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Brother Ling, let me ask Senior Sister Yilin to come over and talk to you, okay?" You're here alone, so you should be in a panic. ”

Ling Jing laughed when he heard this, and reached out and tapped lightly on Zheng Cao's forehead.

"At such a young age, where did you get so many ghost thoughts?"

"Oops." Zheng Cao pursed his mouth, covered his forehead, suddenly made a grimace, and ran back in a hurry, saying, "Brother Ling, you don't know the hearts of good people, hum." ”

In the coquettish humming, it gradually faded away.

Ling Jing watched the figure of this little girl disappear, shook her head with a smile, turned around and walked into the guest room behind her, but saw that there was only one bed and one table in the room, which was very simple, and the doors, windows, tables and chairs were all old, which could be seen from the hardships of the Hengshan faction.

"Although Buddhist disciples do not stay in foreign objects, there is no need to live this kind of ascetic-like life?"

He couldn't understand why the Hengshan faction was so poor, but thinking that the Shaolin Temple was also a great sect of Buddhism, and the buildings in the temple were so magnificent, and Master Fang Zheng did not delay his Buddhist cultivation because of these foreign objects, so the Hengshan faction's bitter saying was really incomprehensible.

I found a place everywhere in the house, moved a chair to sit down, and asked the system to list the first five gravity methods of the "Great Shift".

The "Qiankun Great Shift" exercise originated from the Persian Zoroastrianism, which is the treasure of the Zhenjiao, and the martial arts are diverse and wonderful, and the changes are magical, which is the pinnacle of martial arts in the Western Regions. The exercises are divided into seven levels, the first level takes seven years, the second level doubles, so it becomes more and more difficult, the author of the secret book himself only practiced to the sixth level, and the person who practiced to the seventh level is really the first person in the past and present.

"Walk at will, do not have the heart and do not have the heart, often do not obstruct the Qi Sutra, the Qi Sutra is the nerve, the nerve is from its line, the so-called to my leisurely travel, the great shift of the universe, is to the body of pure yang, and the body of pure yīn, practice double cultivation together, do not move the body, only intention, intention to move the body, God is guarded."

Ling Jing watched the mantra flash in his eyes, and his expression was solemn, if he was thinking deeply.

"The Great Shift of Qiankun has nine main functions, including stimulating the maximum potential, integrating martial arts principles, creating flaws in the opponent, accumulating strength, sticking to palm power, pulling and moving the enemy's strength, transforming yīn yang two qi, and borrowing strength to fight with strength."

"But what kind of magic does the system need me to control?"

Ling Jing fell into contemplation, stimulating his own potential and borrowing strength is the most magical use of the "Great Shift", the higher the level of exercises, the greater the improvement of himself, but the theory of potential is closely related to the strength of his own internal force, with his current internal force of more than 3,000 points, the potential is already not small, but if you want to compare with Zhang Wuji in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, it is a small thing.

"The 'Jiuyang Divine Skill' has cultivated to the realm of Dacheng, Zhang Wuji's internal strength is only afraid that it is already around the senior grandmaster, and the potential is so strong that it is rare in ancient and modern times, he can practice to the first realm of the "Great Shift of Qiankun" in a moment, but I can't do it. ”

If you talk about the qualifications of the surname Wuji, he thinks that he will not be much worse than Zhang Wuji, but what is needed to cultivate the "Great Shift of the Qiankun" is not only the surname Wu, but also the strength of his own internal strength is the most decisive factor for the surname.

"Seven years"

Ling Jing also didn't know what to say, although the number of "seven years" was only for ordinary masters with the surname of Wu, and it would not count the strength of the internal force, but even if he was the strength of a junior grandmaster, if he wanted to practice, he was afraid that it would take about a year.

"The first weight is so difficult to practice."

Ling Jing shook his head slightly, one year is enough time for many things to happen in this river and lake, seeing that chaos is about to arise on the Black Wood Cliff, Zuo Lengchan of the Songshan faction and Yue Buqun of the Huashan faction are all ready to go, ready to unify the Wuyue Sword Sect, the storm on the rivers and lakes will come, where does he have so much time to retreat and practice martial arts.

"There should always be a way to practice the first weight in the fastest time." He gently touched his nose with one hand, frowned and pondered, and thought: "If there is any family in the world that is most familiar with the "Great Shift", it is naturally Mingjiao. ”

My heart moved, thinking that Han Yu and Luo Feng were not very old, but the realm of "Qiankun Great Shift" was not low, so it seemed that Mingjiao had studied this martial art for hundreds of years, had he already discovered any cultivation tricks?

Ling Jing meditated on martial arts, the guest room of the Hengshan faction was far away to the west of the surname peak, inaccessible, quiet everywhere, only heard the sound of insects and birds, but could not see any figures.

At this moment, I only heard a "snort", and in the sharp sound of breaking the air, a hidden weapon shy in through the window.

Ling Jing's eyes shrank suddenly, his left sleeve flicked, his strength rose sharply, and he brushed the hidden weapon aside, and then jumped out of the window, his figure flashed, and chased outside.

His eyes flashed blue, his brows furrowed slightly, and his body swept out like a gust of wind, running into a secluded path.

"Who the hell is it?"

Just now he only had time to see a vague back figure flash in his sight, and after chasing him, he saw a fork in the road ahead, but he didn't know where the figure was running.