Qingzhou.

The city of Qingzhou, where the sun shines, is still lively.

The people on the moat were bustling with traffic, and the garrison at the gate was bored and looked at the passers-by, and the daily work made them boring and numb.

"Third brother, look."

Suddenly, a soldier leaned on his companion's shoulder and motioned for him to look up.

"What?"

The middle-aged soldier known as the third brother was napping with his head down, and when he heard this, he wiped the water marks from the corner of his mouth and looked up.

I saw that on the road where people came and went, there was an old monk with a thin body.

He wanted to scold his companion for making a fuss, but suddenly he sensed that something was wrong.

Outside the red robe that the old monk wore obliquely, the shriveled body exuded a bronze brilliance, which did not look like the dress of the Dafeng monks, but like the dress of the group of monks in the Wheel Temple of the Golden Wolf Country.

"The old monk ..... barefoot"

The soldier whispered:

"Seeing him coming in the dust, I don't know how far he has walked, but he is still barefoot, he must have martial arts ......."

"The monk of the Golden Wolf Country is still full of martial arts."

The middle-aged soldier frowned, and wanted to stop him and ask.

However, before he could speak, in the crowd, the shriveled old monk suddenly raised his head.

Airplanes~

The two of them only felt a flower in front of them, and their spirits were in a trance, and they were stunned in place.

When I came back to my senses, I had forgotten everything before, and those who were bored were still bored, and those who dozed off with their heads down were still dozing.

It's as if nothing had happened.

"Qingzhou, the city ......"

There was a glimmer of light in the old monk's sunken eyes.

On the bustling and noisy street, the old monk walked step by step, and soon, he came to a street.

The floor of this street is smoother than that of other streets, and there are no signs of wind and rain.

"The breath of the Red Vulture is cut off here......."

The old monk folded his hands and chanted in a low voice:

"Nam no Amitabha ......"

Airplanes~

As he recited the Buddha's name, the long street seemed to fall into absolute stillness.

In the light of his eyes, everything disappears, and only all kinds of air currents move around.

"Not even a trace of ....... was left"

A hint of emotion appeared on the old monk's thin face:

"Good means, good means......."

"Good! All right! Vicious dogs grab food, vicious dogs grab food! ”

"Bite hard, bite hard! Bite this bad dog, bite this bad dog! ”

"Haha!"

The shouts of children in the distance attracted the attention of the old monk.

His eyes moved slightly, and he had already appeared at the end of the street more than thirty feet away, on the edge of an alley.

At the mouth of the alley, the dog barked fiercely.

A group of half-grown children surrounded the entrance of the alley with sticks and stones, and shouted to urge the 'two dogs' inside to bite.

To be precise, it is a vicious wild dog, and the other is a low man who is lying on all fours, describing his movements as the same as a dog, and he is dirty and cannot see his original appearance.

At this time, a person and a dog were drenched in blood for a piece of steamed buns.

"It's ......"

The old monk's eyes lit up.

Then there was a flash of light in the sunken eyes, but it was the Ferris wheel method that was cast, wanting to peek into the depths of the man's heart.

"Wangwang~"

"Ahh

In the midst of the violent bite, a scream was suddenly heard.

The children were startled, only to see the 'dog man' lying on the ground covered in blood, and after a few convulsions, he was no longer moving.

The old monk pinched the Buddha beads on his wrist, and his face sank:

"Good means."

.........

After the end of the war, An Qisheng temporarily stayed in the Chivalry Gate.

In addition to dreaming every day, he instructed his disciples, and he lived a leisurely life, and he didn't seem to have the wanted notice in his heart.

In the previous war, he searched for the spiritual imprints of nearly two thousand martial arts masters of various sects, and in this leisure, he naturally had to fall into dreams and understand them one by one.

In the matter of martial arts, it is often difficult to understand the matter of looking down on the high, but there are often different understandings under the command.

Thousands of people have thousands of faces, the same martial arts will be practiced by different people will have different effects, and any person who has achieved success in martial arts has its own uniqueness.

Anqi was born as a human being, so he naturally understands this truth.

However, the essence of martial arts in the lives of two thousand people, even at this time, he could not read it in a short time.

Yes, in anyone's eyes, he looks like a normal old Taoist priest.

Get up in the early morning every day, slowly play a set of boxing techniques that look ordinary, boil medicinal diets, ointments, and pills before morning cooking, guide disciples to practice martial arts in the morning, and sit and discuss with Yun Haitian in the afternoon.

In the evening, he meditates and falls asleep.

A disciple of the Chivalrous Sect carefully observed him for half a month out of curiosity, and finally found to his horror that when he meditated every day, it must be the moment when the sun sets, and when he gets up every day, it must be when the night is about to retreat.

That set of punches always starts when the sun is about to rise and ends when the sun is fully rising.

There is not the slightest deviation, and the regularity makes anyone smack their tongue.

In fact, when martial arts reached his realm at this time, every move was martial arts, walking, sitting and lying down were all martial arts, which seemed leisurely, but in fact they were ten times stronger than ordinary people who practiced hard day and night.

The difference in efficiency between each other is like a primitive era when one is still drilling wood for fire, and the other has been in the industrial revolution, and the efficiency gap is more than 100 times?

He was only one step away from the final step of the Six Yang Leader, but he was not in a hurry, but calmed down and figured out many levels, realizing the fundamental difference between the martial arts of the two realms.

As you fall deeper and deeper into your dreams, you understand more and more thoroughly.

Gradually, he came to a deeper understanding.

Xuanxing's inner fist has developed to the peak, polishing the body, understanding the distinction between light and dark, until the subtlety is informed, holding the Dan and sitting across, walking is the body, and the long-floating world carries the internal force to derive the true qi to condense the qi veins, polishing the flesh body, and more is limited to one qi.

And the two go further, and they invariably come into contact with the word 'God'.

Xuanxing sees the divine warriors, the gods are clear, they tend to be auspicious and avoid evil, they feel the danger and avoid it, the autumn wind is not moved by the cicadas, and the divine veins of the long-floating world are even more miraculous.

The divine vein is cast, and it is expected that the qi technique will peek into the military situation, deduce the national fortune, and perceive the operation of heaven and earth........

essence

gas

God!

With a stroke of the pen, Anqi was born on a blank piece of paper and wrote three large characters.

Without the slightest force, the ink penetrates the back of the paper, leaving a texture on the stone table in the courtyard.

The breeze blew the fallen leaves, but the paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and it didn't move at all.

"Two realms of martial arts, thousands of boxing techniques, all kinds of martial arts, but the three words of spirit and spirit are just ......."

An Qisheng stood with his pen in his hand, his eyes becoming deeper and deeper.

Whether it is a previous life or a Xuanxing, the interpretation of the three characters of essence and spirit abounds, that is, in the long-floating realm, there are not a few books about it.

The sages have never stopped exploring the way forward.

Three simple words, behind it are countless people pursuing, exploring, and analyzing.

It's just that for An Qisheng, what he understands is different from the understanding of the two worlds.

In An Qisheng's view at this time, the essence, the tangible thing, the qi, the invisible body, the god, the original self-wisdom of man.

One of the three can be cultivated alone, or it can be bypassed, and all three can be both.

Above the Xuanxing, there is no existence of aura, and the peak of the way of essence is reached, and in the long-floating realm, the qi is more active, and the body will inevitably neglect to study.

And whether it is essence or qi, when you practice to the depths, you must eventually see the original wisdom of yourself.

"Brother is here?"

In the voice of Hong Zhong, Yun Haitian strode into the courtyard, saw the paper on the stone table, and couldn't help but admire:

"Good word!"

Look at the words, look at the shape, look at the bones, and look at the gods.

In his opinion, although the words of An Qisheng are different, and may be some kind of lost words, their divine meaning is extraordinary.

"Brother Yun smiled."

An Qisheng put down the brush and looked at Yun Haitian.

In more than a month, Yun Haitian sent back and turned back the big monks of Huangjue Temple, which can be said to be extremely fast.

"On the way back, I saw my brother's improved water wheel, and the things are really useful."

Yun Haitian retracted his gaze and said with a smile:

"But it's too easy to use, and these jobs are also the daily activities of these little cubs."

"It's good to be useful."

An Qisheng also smiled.

After tens of thousands of years of development, there are many things that should be there, such as waterwheels, water mills, pestles, mortars, cocoons, plows and so on.

He's only a slight improvement.

"I noticed that there were a lot of peeps around, and I think they came here for my brother."

After saying a few words casually, Yun Haitian's face was a little not good.

For more than a month, although he was busy transporting the bones of those great monks, he did not forget his business.

He not only issued the charges of many people who died in front of the chivalrous gate in his own name, tried his best to wash away the stigma of An Qisheng, and advised everyone not to listen to the words of the imperial court and not to accept the wanted warrant.

also said that the Huangjue Temple came forward to let many martial arts people not be restless.

It's a pity that the effect is very poor, as soon as he came back, there were disciples to report, and his disciples are tired these days.

"Brother Yun still doesn't have to worry about it, he can't live damn it."

An Qisheng didn't care, knowing that he smiled faintly.

Then he got up and said goodbye:

"Now that you're back, it's time for me to go."

Half of his stay in the Chivalrous Gate was to digest the harvest, and half was worried that the Chivalrous Gate would be turned upside down after Yun Haitian left.

After all, it was everyone who knew that he was in the chivalrous gate.

Even if the chivalrous people say that he is gone, those who catch up will not believe it.

"Brother is leaving?"

Although Yun Haitian had expected it, he still said something to stay: "If my brother is afraid of affecting me, this is not necessary, Yun has never been afraid in his life!" ”

"It's been a two-month delay, and it's time to go."

Anderson just waved his hand and refused.

He looked at the sky, and there was a faint coolness on his eyebrows, which was a sign of a crisis.

But he didn't care in his heart, and there was a faint smile on his face:

"There are some things that you can't hide."