It is important to know that the starry sky is vast, boundless, and inclusive of all things.

And the metaphor is to disturb the movement of the stars with supreme power, and to use the force to fight, the essence of the artistic conception of this Dou Zhuan Xing Gong is by no means arbitrary.

Chu Mu faintly guessed that the key to this fusion of Douzhuan Mind Fist was only afraid of falling on the word 'tolerance'.

Embrace all things and keep the world in mind.

Without this state of mind, it is difficult to fully fit the fist intent of the Douzhuan Xinyi Fist and exert the full power of the boxing technique.

It's just that it is so difficult to truly achieve a state of mind that embraces all things.

Chu Mu didn't have any better way at the moment.

Simply put aside the cultivation of boxing techniques and practice the sword technique wholeheartedly.

The days of not being able to fight and pretending to be forced always fly by, and a month has passed in an instant.

After more than a month of cultivation, Chu Mu's control of the Thunder Sword was already proficient.

As soon as the blade comes out, it is the power of thunder!

[Thunder Knife: 90% in one turn]

Proficiency is increased by another 5%.

Although the Thunder Knife is only a one-turn exercise, Chu Mu's control over it can be said that it has reached the realm of perfection, and he has already understood the state of mind of the sword technique, and the power may not be much weaker.

As for the bottleneck of the Douzhuan Heart Fist, Chu Mu has also been thinking about it during this time.

After all, it is not the right way to do it behind closed doors, and if you want to break through the bottleneck, you are afraid that you will have to find strength in the outside world.

Find the power that shocks the soul from all things and nature, so that the fist has a true soul.

Mind boxing, mind into the fist, every move and gesture can be swayed fist intent, in order to get real power.

It's time to see the vastness!

Chu Mu said goodbye to the people who stayed in the village, secretly left five taels of silver, and rushed to the northwest.

……

Day and night, wearing the stars and the moon.

Along the way, Chu Mu neither rode a car nor a horse, but only relied on a pair of legs and feet, unhurriedly, and let his mind gradually empty to experience everything in the nature of heaven and earth.

On the shore of Taihu Lake, the autumn scenery is bleak, the withered yellow leaves cover the lakeside, there are few people, but there are lively golden fish playing in the blue lake water, which is full of vitality.

Walking into the city of Wuxi, even though the season has entered the early autumn, the sky is getting cooler, the two sides of the road in the city are still bustling, and the street vendors who are running around for their livelihood are busy shouting and soliciting customers, full of the smell of fireworks in the world.

In just over ten days, the traces of the fight in front of the Songhe Tower have long been erased, and the bloody stumps everywhere that day have disappeared, as if the life-and-death struggle has never happened.

Chu Mu stepped on a pair of cloth shoes and passed by the Songhe Tower, and the passionate grief and indignation in his heart that day seemed to be like yesterday, but in reality, things were already wrong.

He stared blankly at the street clearing, which was empty, but a young and helpless soul had been laid to rest here more than ten days ago.

Raising his head, Chu Mu's gaze met a frightened and frightened look, which was actually the horse-faced young man he met on the Songhe Tower that day.

"You..." Seeing Chu Mu coming, the horse-faced young man took three steps back, opened his mouth and stopped.

Chu Mu grinned at him, and he didn't have any mood to speak, so he passed by him.

The horse-faced young man looked at his distant back and was silent for a long time.

In the battle that day, Chu Mu fought bloodily, fearlessly and fearlessly, it was really the most tragic battle that the horse-faced young man had ever seen.

When he saw him again more than ten days later, he felt that some unknowable changes seemed to have taken place in this killing god.

……

Out of Wuxi City, there are fewer and fewer people on the road, and gradually the people around him become sparse, and there is no one for several hours.

Chu Mu walked on the mountain roads and country paths, and the hustle and bustle of his soul gradually fell silent, becoming as calm as a pool of lake.

When you meet the mountains, you will wade through the water.

One of his cloth shoes had become worn out during the journey, slowly worn out, and he simply took them off and threw them away, feeling the breath of the yellow earth barefoot.

Mountains, rivers and seas, plains and hills, all left his footprints one by one.

In Chu Mu's eyes, the surrounding scenery, trees, grasslands, rivers, mountains, birds and beasts... All converged in his line of sight, projected onto the calm and waveless lake of the mind, leaving a few traces.

All things are in my heart!

Along the way, Chu Mu never practiced boxing again.

But the power of his soul became more and more pure, as if it was originally a transparent jade stone stained with mud, and the dust and dirt around him were gradually washed away.

The sky gradually cooled, and the branches and leaves of the trees around me became more and more yellow, and they fell down with a clatter when the autumn wind blew by.

Chu Mu walked aimlessly, drinking mountain springs when he was thirsty, hunting for fire when he was hungry, and filling his stomach with the flesh and blood of wild beasts.

His body became thinner, and his otherwise fair skin became yellow and gray. But this journey did not make him weaker, but stronger, and his skinny-looking body continued to accumulate shocking and unparalleled strength.

As I walked, a huge mountain range in front of me was gradually approaching.

Qinling Mountains!

Spanning the north and south moats of the Central Plains, the main peak is Taibai Mountain, and other well-known peaks include Zhongnan Mountain, Huashan Mountain, etc.

Historically, the Qinling Mountains have always been revered as the dragon vein of China's 5,000-year-old civilization.

Chu Mu looked up at the top of the mist-shrouded mountain range, and a majestic heroism suddenly emerged in his heart.

Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now it is stepping forward from the beginning!

Start the climb.

Chu Mu took one step at a time, slowly climbing in the direction of the ridge.

At this time, it was the time when the sun was rising, the morning light was dawning, and the sunlight broke through the heavy fog and sprinkled the world, so that Chu Mu finally felt a trace of warmth.

Chu Mu took a deep breath and felt the heaviness of this Huaxia dragon vein with his heart.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear the sound of the mountain range fluttering, a kind of joy and joy that had been perceived for thousands of years of loneliness and no one understood.

Chu Mu's heart suddenly surged with an inexplicable joy.

His slow pace became brisk, and his pace increased.

Time passed gradually, and after a few hours, the scorching sun was in the sky, and it turned out to be a rare good weather in autumn.

Without stopping, Chu Mu finally reached the top.

Standing on the highest peak of the Qinling Mountains in the near section, Chu Mu looked around, through the treacherous mist, the magnificent rivers and mountains were in full view, and the vast blue sky was overhead, and the mountains that stretched for thousands of miles rose and fell, all at his feet, and meandered to the horizon.

It was already a peak of nearly three thousand meters above sea level, the temperature was close to zero, and Chu Mu was only wearing a thin cloth shirt, even with his physique, he felt a little cold. But every now and then, the true qi of his body's knots will be activated, bringing a warm current.

At the top of the Qinling Mountains, where all living beings were wiped out and everything was silent, Chu Mu's mood suddenly brightened.

......

It was a few days later.

Chu Mu's footsteps stopped at the edge of a vast river.

He raised his head, the beard at the corner of his mouth grew wantonly, his hair had fallen to his shoulders, his face had a tired look that could not be dissipated, but his eyes were brighter and brighter.

As far as the eye can see –

The rolling river is pouring in, flowing mightily to the sky, like a giant dragon lying on the loess earth, exuding an unparalleled heroic momentum.

Yellow River!

This mother river, which has given birth to thousands of children of the Chinese nation, naturally means the spirit of our nation, which is turbulent and majestic, through thousands of years, and the surging rivers are endless, just like the soul of the Chinese nation has a long history.

The water of the Yellow River came up from the sky, rushed to the sea and never returned.

Although it was not the first time that Chu Mu had seen the Yellow River, every time in the past, it was not as thrilling as this time.

Close your eyes and quietly feel the meaning of this dragon of the Yellow River.

After a while, Chu Mu suddenly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, bent his knees slightly, clenched his five fingers, and began to punch on the bank of the Yellow River.

The whistling sound suddenly started!

Accompanied by the surging river, a agile figure kept moving and jumping on the bank, and the place that originally felt blocked in the boxing technique suddenly opened up, and countless essences of boxing flowed through the heart.

"I see."

"All things are natural, and they are all contained in my heart. Keeping an open and peaceful heart, embracing all things in the outside world, taking its essence and removing its dross, and absorbing the strengths of all families is the true meaning of my boxing! ”

"This is my way!"

Chu Mu slowly retracted his fists, and a peaceful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.