The wisps of internal qi are squeezed and refined out of their own body, increasing and rising point by minute, and the qi travels all over the world, reaching the meridians and acupoints, until the hundred rivers return to the flow and merge into the dantian qi sea.

After a week of practice, Song Mingjing exhaled a breath of turbidity, slowly collected the exercises, and suddenly felt that his spirit was bright, and his whole body seemed to have the great power to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger.

He reached out and picked up a pebble, and when he put his five fingers together, the hard stone immediately "clicked" and shattered, and a large piece of stone powder spilled from between his fingers.

"I didn't expect this to get started, King Kong is not bad, and the magic skill is really the most suitable martial art for me at this stage!"

Song Ming's mirror face was full of joy.

His physique is far beyond the ordinary, and he has cultivated the iron cloth shirt, which has already laid a good foundation, ordinary people practice this Vajra is not bad, and it may be difficult to get a glimpse of the way after spending several years of effort, but for Song Mingjing, it is easy and complements each other.

"At this time, Fang Shiyu and Hong Xiguan should almost worship in Southern Shaolin, and based on this calculation, the achievement of Baimei's divine achievements will be within this year and a half."

Song Mingjing touched his chin and thought to himself.

"It took Bai Mei at least thirty or forty years to practice this martial art, and my progress is far better than Bai Mei's, how much time does it take?"

Song Mingjing had no intention of continuing to cultivate, and at this time, there were already sounds in the various Dao palaces on the mountain, and the fires lit up one after another, obviously Bai Mei had already left the customs and found that his family had been robbed.

Song Mingjing chuckled, without any sense of being a thief, and went straight back to the disciple's dormitory.

Song Mingjing's son-in-law Zhang Yunxu, whose father Zhang Da Cai's large sum of money donated to Wudang still has a bit of a role after all, at least compared to the other Xinding people squeezing into a room, he still has a separate room to live in.

This also greatly reduces the risk of his exposure.

Of course, even if it is exposed, Song Mingjing is actually not too worried.

In the more than half a month that he has been in the Wudang faction, he has only seen Bai Mei make a move, that is, Bai Mei deliberately showed his divine might in front of all the disciples, and specially ordered forty or fifty old disciples to besiege with swords, but he was easily defeated by his gestures.

Just watched his move, did not personally make a move with Bai Mei, and Song Mingjing couldn't judge which was stronger or weaker between himself and Bai Mei, but if he just got out to save his life, it was expected that no one in Wudang would be able to keep him.

Neither can the white eyebrows.

At least not now, as for the white eyebrows of the mixed yuan boy's success, it is completely two grades of rebirth.

To give a simple example, it is probably the difference between the Seven Sons of Quanzhen and the Five Uniques.

After changing out of his night clothes and removing the camouflage on his face, Song Mingjing lay down gracefully and slept with his eyes closed.

Less than a quarter of an hour after falling asleep, the sound of "Dangdang" beating gongs and drums woke up all the disciples.

"Junior brothers, don't sleep anymore, get up quickly!"

The loud shouts sounded in the courtyard, and Song Mingjing heard the voice of the person, who was an old disciple who had been in the field for more than ten years, worshipping under the seat of an elder of the Wudang faction, named Liu Yiming, no matter the fist and palm swordsmanship among the many disciples in Wudang, he was also the "teaching" position of the new disciple on weekdays.

After a while, more than 100 newcomers gathered outside the courtyard, Song Mingjing stood in the back casually, just watching a play, but heard a disciple ask: "Senior Brother Liu, why did you wake us up in the middle of the night?" ”

Liu Yiming glanced at the other party with a solemn face, and said in a deep voice: "My Wudang faction entered the thieves tonight, which made the head of the family furious, you and others are divided into ten teams and go with me to patrol the mountains and search." ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a "boom" on the scene, as if a pot had been fried.

Everyone in the newcomers was shocked, the Wudang faction was famous in Wulin, all the sects in the world, except for Shaolin, never put any sect in their eyes, what kind of thief is it, he is so bold that he hits the head of the Wudang faction?

……

Zixiao Palace.

Cracking sound!

The sandalwood table was shattered under Bai Mei's palm, the fragments were splashed, Bai Mei's face was gloomy and terrifying, and he said angrily: "Useless things, thieves have mixed into Zixiao Palace under their noses, you actually don't know anything, you are just a bunch of waste!" Rubbish! ”

Cold sweat oozed from the foreheads of the two Wudang elders in the hall, and they bowed down, silent.

Bai Mei is ruthless and vicious, partial and moody, from the elders to the ordinary disciples in the Wudang faction, all of them are as fearful as tigers.

Bai Mei, a person with an art investment teacher, why was he finally able to sit in charge of Wudang? It's not because of his hard work, those who dare to resist are all killed by his hot hands, leaving only some obedient soft bones.

After going up and down Wudang, the only ones who can really speak in front of Bai Mei are Li Bashan, Feng Daodao, the two junior brothers who have followed him the longest!

However, Li Bashan has rarely returned to the mountain since he served as the head of the guard of the scholar Chen Wenyao, and Feng Daode also received an urgent report a few days ago, saying that his nephew Qiu Wanqian had an accident and left in a hurry.

After a while, an elder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice: "Senior brother in charge of the sect is angry, I wonder if the head of the sect has lost something?" ”

"Don't ask what you shouldn't, don't ask more!" Bai Mei's face was gloomy, how did he answer this question? Can he say that he lost the secret of the Mixed Yuan Boy Gong?

He had already memorized the secret method backwards, and the reason why he didn't destroy it was just in case, but he didn't expect that he was still stolen by someone who hid so secretly.

"I just want to know, can you find out who the thief is?"

Bai Mei said coldly.

The two elders looked at each other and groaned slightly, and one of the elders said cautiously: "Senior brother in charge, according to the senior brother, you can avoid the patrol disciples and sneak into the Zixiao Palace quietly, there are very few people in the rivers and lakes who have this skill, could it be that the group of bald donkeys did it?" ”

"The Best?!"

The snow-white eyebrows raised, the white eyebrows thought for a moment, and then shook his head: "That old bald donkey has always been hypocritical, and he won't do it...... Could it be Miao Xian? ”

Since Bai Mei and others joined Wudang, in the past twenty or thirty years, Miao Xian has deliberately come to him every once in a while to make trouble to test his martial arts growth.

Thinking that Qiu Wanqian happened to have an accident, could it be that he deliberately used this means to lure Feng Daode away?

And with Miao Xian's stalking, shameless style, he did something like stealing chickens and touching dogs.

The more Bai Mei thought about it, the more reasonable he felt, he couldn't help but snort coldly, his whole body exploded, his white hair stood up, and he let out an angry shout: "Miao Xian, Zhishan, you all wait for me, and when my magic is completed, I will make a break with you Shaolin!" ”

The search was in vain, but the patrol on Wudang Mountain was greatly increased, and Song Mingjing did not do anything superfluous, and devoted all his attention to the cultivation of King Kong's incorruptible divine skills.

A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and on this day, a group of people climbed Wudang Mountain and came to meet Baimei.

Many disciples got out of the way one after another, looking at the group of people with excited expressions, pointing and pointing from time to time, and letting out irrepressible exclamations.

A disciple pointed to a young man wearing a round hat, with clear eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and a folding fan in his hand, and asked, "Who is this person?" What a big panache? Hey! There was one person following him, who seemed to be Elder Jiang, right? ”

"Be quiet, I heard that he is the son of the Governor of Liangguang, do you think it's a big deal?" Another disciple whispered.

Song Mingjing looked at these people speechlessly, are you all blind? This is clearly a Xibei goods!