"Take off your clothes!"

The wooden stick in Wuzhu's hand struck the top of Fan Xian's head, making a loud "bump" sound.

At this time, the true qi was rushing towards the dome in Fan Xian's Yin Hall, and vaguely seemed to be able to see a piece of light in his divine consciousness, especially the top of his head that turned into a colorful face, but it was slightly too viscous, and he couldn't see it clearly, and a wave of boredom spread from the stagnant place, so that Fan Xian was not distressed, so he was not depressed, and only raised his head to the sky, and he was fast.

At this time, the true qi in front of his forehead was depressed, but he was beaten with five bamboos and a stick.

The stick struck his flesh, but it was more like a blow to the depths of his soul, making his brain explode, like a dark cloud in the sky above his head being split by a bolt of lightning, and the clear sun in the sky was sprinkled like this.

"Take off your clothes!"

This sentence is a passage in the Five Classics of Qingguo - "Su Quotations", it is rumored that one of the four great masters today, the Taishi ancestor Genchen of the National Teacher of the Northern Qi State Bitter Lotus, was once given by heaven to learn, and when he realized the Tao, he shouted that the human body is a sweatshirt, and only when he takes it off, it becomes a great road.

In the books that Fan Xian had read in his previous life, Buddhism also had a way of saying that the stick was drunk, and the Zen master Qingyuan tasted the clouds: "If the meat sweatshirt is taken off, Fang Zhibang drinks and is stupid." ”

Therefore, Fan Xian, who was in ignorance and pain, understood what he meant as soon as he heard what Wuzhu said, and the passage above his head was clear, the sky was from below, his mind returned to clarity, and he wanted to keep the inner house, and all the pain in the meridians on his body was all regarded as the work of heaven and earth, and the suffering of others had nothing to do with himself.

Letting go of a qiē attachment in life and letting go of a qiē feeling on the body just corresponds to the state of mind at the end of the domineering volume at this time.

The domineering qi of heaven and earth cannot be accommodated by a person's body at all, so only by sacrificing one's own body and connecting oneself with the qi of heaven and earth and becoming a section of nature can one obtain such a wild and untamable true qi.

The true qi in Fan Xian's body gradually subsided, and the pass above his head had been opened, and the gentle and majestic true qi flowed from there, and then descended along the heavenly pillar behind him, directly penetrating into the snow-capped mountains.

And what is very strange is that the place in the snow-capped mountain, which has always been as calm as the sea, has also undergone some small changes today, and it has begun to ooze some true qi to supplement his dantian.

In this way, the circulation of true qi in his body was finally unblocked, forming a perfect circular channel, faintly echoing with the external environment.

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After a long time, Fan Xian woke up in a daze, and a puddle of sewage had already flowed out of his body, black and smelly. He looked at Wuzhu, who was still indifferent next to him, showed a weak smile, and said with a wry smile: "Thank you, uncle, it's just ...... You've hit this stick so hard. ”

At this time, although his body felt weak, the jīng god was very vigorous, closed his eyes and examined the situation in his body, familiarized himself with the latest trend of the flow of true qi, and felt that the original violent true qi, although it was still strong, was obviously less dry, and it was more comfortable to circulate.

Fan Xian sighed, he didn't expect that he could finally practice the true qi that he had only seen in martial arts novels in his previous life, and an indescribable smell filled his mind, and subconsciously, his right hand slapped down to his side.

There was a muffled pop, like a rag being torn by a red-hot iron fiber.

A shallow palm print appeared on the ground, and the edge was very smooth!

Fan Xian raised his right hand, looked at it, and then looked down at the palm print on the stone surface, compared the size, and confirmed that the palm print was taken by himself, and after looking at it for a long time, he finally woke up and sighed: "It's really amazing." ”

"It's really angry, and it's good later. Wuzhu said beside him.

"Uncle, didn't you say that you haven't practiced True Qi, so you don't know how to teach me?"

"I've seen other people practice, so I know what to do today. ”

"It turns out that I have never eaten pork, and I have always seen the meaning of pigs running. ”

Fan Xian suddenly felt a little scolding himself, smiled slightly, and continued: "That pass just now is really dangerous, if it weren't for that stick, I'm really afraid that I would become a vegetative person again." ”

"What is a vegetative person?" asked Wuzhu calmly.

Fan Xian looked up at the sky, ignoring the wandering things.

He immediately thought that the blind Wuzhu was also an empiricist, so ...... In case the stick just now didn't knock itself out, but knocked himself unconscious, and the violent true anger in his body ran wildly, turning his internal organs into a mess......

With a shudder, he got rid of this incomparably terrifying association, looked at the sea in front of him, and his heart was open-minded, and now that the exercises had just been completed, he was faintly excited, and finally got rid of the assassin incident of the previous rìzi.

These days, Fan Xian has not figured out why the assassin really used poison. Fei Jielai came to teach himself the ability to recognize and detoxify, is it really that there will be such a day? That is a little too far-sighted. There is also the second aunt who is too bold and too bold, even if she has the support of a high-ranking mansion in Kyoto behind her, but using the poisoning method is equivalent to saying that she didn't even take nǎinǎi's xìng life in her eyes - that old lady is the nǎi mother of the emperor's majesty.

Didn't the father in Kyoto notice this at all?

While he was thinking about his problem, there was a singing voice from under the cliff in the distance.

This mountain cliff is close to the sea, far away from Shanzhou, and the cliff is full of desolate and dangerous land, the cliff is full of reefs, and the fishing boats can't get close, so it's very quiet. It is precisely for this reason that Wuzhu chose to teach Fan Xian's killing skills here, so today he suddenly heard a burst of singing, and Fan Xian was puzzled.

Although he was nervous, he was out of measure, and carefully lay on the cliff face, looking across a stone to the place where the song had come.

As far as the eye can see, in the stormy waves, a flat boat is passing through the black sè reef, the black sè reef appears and disappears in the white foam, and the boat swings leisurely in it, looking like it may hit the reef at any time and break its bones.

But just like that, the boat was moving very freely.

There was a man sitting on the boat, who was wearing a hat, and it was from his mouth that the song came out: "The waves only bloom for a while, but they are no different from the thousand-year-old stones, and so are the flowing clouds." ”

The song is soft, but it is clearly heard up the cliff in the roar of the waves.

When Fan Xian heard this song, he thought of the famous sentence of Matsunaga Zhende in his previous life: "Chenguang only blooms for a quarter of an hour, but it is no different from a thousand years of pine." "I just think that the characters on this ship are not chic, but they are unfathomable.

was thinking about it, but he heard Wuzhu's cold voice: "Hide." ”

Fan Xian subconsciously hid his body behind the stone, noticed that the black shadow around him was gone, and then he watched with great horror as Wuzhu jumped directly from the cliff dozens of zhang high!

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