Time flies, and before I realize that half a year has passed, the first layer of exercises of the two of them has been completed one after another. The two of them were very surprised, because it was written in the book: "This exercise, the first level of ordinary people must be completed in one year." "I didn't expect the two to be a few months ahead of schedule.

Next, meditate on the second level of exercises. The second layer of exercises is obviously much more difficult than the first level, and involves all the big points around the body, and the realm requirements are higher. ”

Originally, this exercise was divided into seven levels, the first level was the easiest, the second level was more difficult, and the third level was even more difficult, which took seven or eight years. It is becoming more and more difficult, the fourth layer takes 15 or 6 years, the fifth layer takes 245 years, the sixth layer takes more than 30 years, and some require more than 50 years. The seventh floor, the highest level, has no time limit. The practice method of each layer is different, only according to the secret book step by step, only one of the layers can be practiced, up and down do not connect, there is no effect. This exercise, after practicing the fifth layer, has reached the realm of the five qi dynasties, and the skill is ancient and modern. Unless there is an extraordinary encounter, it is difficult for ordinary people to complete the sixth layer, and their life span will be exhausted. The senior a hundred years ago only practiced to the fifth level, and because of his unique qualifications, it took more than ten years. And the upper part of Xuanmeng's income only talks about the third layer, so Liu Ruzhai only practiced to the third layer, and his skills could not go further, and he finally died at the hands of Shura. The middle part of the silk silk is from the fourth layer to the sixth layer, although Zhu Tianfeng has it, he can't practice, there is equal to nothing, and he can't become a top master in the end. And the lower part is the seventh layer of the gong and some long-lost palm and sword spectrum, so although no one in the Shura Sect practiced this "Taiyi Gong Method", it re-emerged in the rivers and lakes, and the powerful martial arts were all due to the palm and sword spectrum in it.

At this time, Xuanmeng and Kexin, the internal force has been quite hot, as long as you run according to the exercises, you can feel a lump of things in the abdomen, sometimes like a rabbit, sometimes like a warm ball, slowly moving, if this thing runs along the body of Ren Du meridians for a week, you will feel that the body is comfortable, there is a sense of fluttering, like drinking Qiong Jelly and Jade liquid. The faces of the two became more and more flushed, with a hint of luster. If you don't practice for a day, you will feel physically and mentally unwell.

It took the two of them a few days to understand the essence of the second layer and prepare to start practicing. During this time, Xuanmeng had read the secret book from beginning to end, and saw that the above was all about the method of luck and exercise, and there was no boxing book, swordsmanship, etc., and he was slightly disappointed, and he didn't know if he could get revenge after practicing the secret book in his hand.

On this day, Xuanmeng got up early and said to Kexin: "Our food is almost finished, I will go down the mountain today to buy some rice and noodles and dry food, you can collect the secrets, and I will come back as soon as possible." From tomorrow onwards, we will begin to practice the second layer. ”

Kexin hadn't slept enough at this time, and said in a daze: "You wait for me, I'll go with you." Xuanmeng shaved her face and said: "You little lazy worm, you have to sleep until the sun comes out every day to sleep enough, so early today, you see that you can't even open your eyes, how to get there, I will just look at it, lest it be planted on the little black donkey like last time." Ke Xinjiao smiled: "Dead Xuanmeng, stinky Xuanmeng, you laugh at others, ignore you." After saying that, he turned in.

Xuanmeng saw that she hadn't moved for a long time, thinking that she was still angry, so he leaned over her face and blew on her ears, but saw that her eyes were closed, her snort was calm, and she fell asleep early. So he covered her with a quilt, took the little black donkey, and went down the mountain.

Along the way, I saw flowers on both sides of the valley, full of fragrance. The pine needles are tender and green, revealing the meaning of freshness, and from time to time a small bird flies up from the pine branches, chirping and singing to lead the way, and sometimes suddenly screams and burrows into the forest. The little black donkey was close behind Xuanmeng, always putting his head on his back.

It's late spring and early summer, and the morning is fresh and cool. Xuanmeng was in a happy mood and hummed a mountain song in his mouth. Before noon, they had arrived at the market town where they used to buy food and clothing. He was worried that Ke Xin would be in a hurry, so he ate something casually, bought Qi rice noodles, and bought a pair of colorful clothes and a few crispy rice pots for Ke Xin, put them in his arms, and went home.

As soon as he got out of the town, he met an old Taoist priest with long eyebrows and white beard, and said to him: "Little baby, do you know where Tiandu Peak is?" Xuanmeng suddenly saw an old Taoist, and he was on guard, he didn't know where Tiandu Peak was, so he stretched out his hand and pointed to a high peak: "That's Tiandu Peak." The old man thanked him and muttered in a low voice: "I'm afraid they have arrived." Xuanmeng didn't see how hard he tried, but he saw that he was like a paper crane, fluttering and flickering, flying towards the mountain peak, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the mountain forest.

Xuanmeng looked at it for a long time, sighed, I don't know when he can have such kung fu, it seems that this old Taoist is much higher than Xuanwu and Elder Cai, and suddenly thought of the Shura Sect Master, I don't know what his martial arts are?

While walking the same way, I thought about my thoughts, and I had no intention of appreciating the flowers and plants on both sides. When I arrived at their dwelling, I suddenly thought that the old road to this mountain was not for them and the secret tips? Could someone have already discovered their traces? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be worried, and urged the little black donkey to speed up his pace.

After walking for more than an hour, they finally arrived at their dwelling. There were still more than twenty zhang away, and Xuanmeng shouted: "Kexin, I'm back, come and pick me up." He shouted a few times, but no one answered. It stands to reason that Ke Xin should stand at the door of the house and look out of the valley as usual, and hear the sound like a bird, but today? Xuanmeng couldn't help but get nervous, trotted all the way, and kept shouting: "Ke Xin, I'm back, where are you?" went straight to the hut, rushed in and saw that it was empty, there was no figure, and I couldn't help but pound in my heart. After a few more shouts, no one answered.

After a while, he carefully checked the household in the house, everything was still the same, there was no trace of struggle, a little relieved, and thought: This girl may have gone outside to play, and will come back in a while. Comforting himself, he put away the things he had bought, and sat at the door of the house waiting for Kexin to come back. It was evening, and the sun was shining in the western half of the day, shining brightly on the valley and their dwellings.

Xuanmeng held the sweet rice pot he bought for Kexin in his hand, and looked at Gukou with his eyes, hoping that Kexin would come back early and let her have a full meal. Imagined that she was eating with relish, smiling coquettishly, leaning on his body, and from time to time pretending to be two pieces and stuffing them in his mouth. When I think of this, I feel hungry. He had been on the mountain road for two or three hours, and his belly was empty. touched the pot with his hand, slurped, and muttered: "You stinky girl, seeing that you are here, it's strange that I don't shave your face." ”

I kept thinking about it, the sun was sinking, and I saw that it was about to fall to the horizon, and at last I could no longer sit still, so I put what I had bought in a conspicuous place at the door, and ran to the place where they frequented to find it.

However, even if he searched every corner they had been, he didn't find any trace of Kexin. He kept shouting, "Kexin, Kexin." The valley responded, "Kexin, Kexin", but no one answered, and his voice became hoarse.

At last he returned to his lodgings, and when he saw that everything was the same as when he had left, he felt his legs go limp, and he sat on the rocks in a daze.

At this time, it was already dark, and the crooked moon hung in the sky, it was the first quarter moon, the stars were blinking, and there was not a single cloud in the sky. Without Kexin, Xuanmeng felt that the valley was terrifyingly quiet, and occasionally one or two birdsongs were even more weird.

For a while, I thought of the secret secret, and hurried into the house to rummage through it. I couldn't help but be even more scared, and I suddenly hated the secret in my heart.

He had been sitting in front of the door, watching the moon slowly sink again, and it was already night, but Kexin still hadn't returned. Occasionally, when the wind rustled the branches, or the occasional shadow swayed, he swooped down and screamed for Kexin. However, every time the valley only echoed his shout of "Kexin, Kexin", no one responded.

In this way, Xuanmeng stared at Taniguchi with wide eyes, without blinking, and sat upright all night, without waiting for Kexin to come back. When the day was fast and bright, I took a nap, but I dreamed that Kexin was caught by the wicked people of the Shura Sect and the Wudang Sect, and was shouting for help, and I couldn't help but wake up.

Xuanmeng looked at Kexin's bed in the room, thick thatch, soft but also empty, connected to his bunk. Their pots and bowls, their clothes, their stone tables, their stone benches, and the little donkeys outside, all the same, except for the lack of Kexin. Xuanmeng couldn't help but shed tears: "Kexin, where are you, what's wrong with you?" touched the place where Kexin had meditated with his hand, and saw that the wreath she had tied with pine branches and flowers the day before yesterday was still covered with it, and her appearance had not changed, but it was just gone. Xuanmeng picked up the garland, held it in his hand and played with it for a while, and said secretly: "Kexin, no matter where you go or who robs you, I will find you." He picked up a pot and ate it, and carried two more pieces in his bosom, and went out of the valley to look for it.