A few days later, the sky finally cleared, and the sun shone on the thick snow, giving a harsh golden light. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhuo Zangfeng stood on a mountain cliff, his feet on the slippery ice and snow, and his hand holding a strong bow aimed at the sky.

The sun shot out ten thousand golden rays, and his pupils reflected the brilliant colors, looking radiant, although his eyes were sour, he also endured himself. He wants to see the outline of the sun in the dazzling light.

Bow open like a full moon, hold still in one position, and exercise the strength of your fingers and arms. Sweat gradually oozes from his body, but he never shivers. I tried my best to find a stable word.

The abyss under your feet is to train courage and the ability to adapt to changes.

This simple action is repeated every day, and if it weren't for its thin stature, it would have been mistaken for a stone statue that shoots the sun with a bow.

Many times, birds have landed on their shoulders, and goshawks have hovered overhead. He gritted his teeth, his eyes as big as brass bells.

Deep in the mountains and nowhere there was no one, he still kept his promise, gently put down the wooden box, and recited the mantra.

Although you will still be as sleepy as ever, you will often wake up feeling refreshed.

I tried to meditate and breathe and perceive the vitality of heaven and earth, but as far as my eye could see, the vitality around me was condensed like a cloud, but I couldn't absorb the slightest bit.

I can see the vitality of heaven and earth working, why can't I absorb it?

If the cultivation method is not right, this breath and breath will be based on this by cultivators all over the world, and it has long been regarded as a classic, not a secret book of divine skills. Is it because I haven't opened up the "mystery"?

There are two ways to activate the "Mystery Tips". The first is called "external communication", which refers to the use of heavenly and earthly treasures, elixirs and holy water to strengthen the muscles and bones meridians, and the cultivators above the six-grade martial arts realm use their own Xuan Jin to clear the customs.

The second type is called "internal access", which means that the practitioner himself automatically perceives the vitality and clears the customs in the natural state.

Comparatively speaking, practitioners who practice the method of "external communication" have great requirements for personal wealth and status, which ordinary children cannot match, while practitioners who practice the method of "internal communication" obviously need more talent and hard work in cultivation.

At the age of sixteen, he couldn't get through the "Xuanqi", and basically decided that he could only be an ordinary martial artist for the rest of his life, and he couldn't reach a deeper cultivation realm.

Thinking that he will be sixteen years old in two years, and the old monster doesn't know where to die, if archery is also considered a martial art, the only person who can protect himself now can only rely on this "Secret Archery Method".

After this period of hard training, his eyesight became extremely sharp, and he opened the bow from a hundred paces away, and he never hit anything.

He could see the dust fluttering in the wind, the subtle changes in the snow melting beneath his feet, the sight of a bird as a huge eagle, and the fact that a hundred feet away in the pine forest was a pine needle falling or the snow was melting.

At this time, he didn't know that if his cultivation was in the Nine Rank Martial Arts Realm, a random arrow would make those masters of the same realm scramble.

He just held his breath and pulled the strong bow again and again.

Three arrows in one breath, five arrows in one breath.

In a single breath, he can unleash five feathered arrows, and he can hit them in a hundred shots. Of course, this is only a one-time case of an arrow, and it can't be counted as his continuous arrow shooting.

The fingers that controlled the strings wore out the skin, the blood dried on the strings, and then fell to the ground, and the fingers became thick calluses, and the pain was unforgettable.

Sometimes when I think of the old monster violating the deadline, I am angry, and I put up the wooden box as an old monster to get angry, and shoot it with one arrow at a time.

"Jingle bell" was full of golden light, and the sharp arrow cluster quickly bounced off when it met the wooden box, and the feathered arrow fell, and the arrow had already broken.

But the gas is that there is not even a trace of a drop on the wooden box, even if the raindrops fall on the ground, it will leave a mark, not to mention the sharp arrows? This can't help but make him even more angry.

However, he was unable to open the wooden box or damage it.

During the archery practice, he secretly went to the county seat twice, and in addition to bringing back food and clothing, he also brought back a notice with ink not dry.

The proclamation was taken down by him on the city wall, and the bottom was stamped with a bright red official seal, and the content of the proclamation was to count the old Taoist priest's misdeeds such as embezzlement of incense money, arson and absconding, and finally issued a huge reward.

From this, it can be inferred that this notice must have been posted at the behest of the Liu Mansion, and they must have thought that the old Taoist priest had also turned into a puff of smoke along with the Qingyun Temple.

The old Taoist priest saw it, bowed his head and said nothing.

Zhuo Zangfeng put down the notice, unwilling to see the old Taoist priest's depressed expression, turned around and went out to practice archery.

The old Taoist priest has a whole life, he can't read the fortune telling, can't chant the mantra, and drive away ghosts; he only knows how to plagiarize Taoist scriptures and persuade people to do good.

It is no wonder that the Taoist temple will decline in his hands. Moreover, he trusts the government very much, and he regards all the official examples as golden rules and must never be doubted.

However, Lin Lao has such a reputation, and it is the official stamped list, which is simply the biggest humiliation for him.

The old Taoist priest was lying on a straw mat made of reeds, leaning in the cave, his robe already tattered. He stared blankly at the collar of ordinary clothes that the young man had bought for him from the bottom of the mountain, hesitated for a moment, and finally took off the Daomen magic robe that he had worn for decades, and changed into it tremblingly.

He walked out of the cave, looked at the snow on the top of the mountain, and sighed.

Spring has come, but the cold Qifeng Mountain is still a harsh winter scene.

He was dying, old and old, and his nephew from afar came several times to take him home to retire. But he couldn't let go of this teenager who had followed him since he was eight years old. He knew that the strange man who left the boy behind back was extraordinary, and he wanted to wait until that man returned, and then he could return to his roots with peace of mind.

He watched Zhuo Zangfeng standing alone on the cliff practicing arrows, his thin figure bathing in the sun, and his heart was inexplicably a little painful.

Zhuo Zangfeng found that the old Taoist priest was looking at him from a distance, and thought to himself that he hadn't walked so far for a long time, could something have happened?

The old Taoist priest looked at him approaching, smiled, and said, "It's warmer outside than inside the cave." ”

He seemed to be talking to himself, and it was also like explaining the reason to Zhuo Zangfeng.

Zhuo Zangfeng asked with concern: "Master, are you uncomfortable?"

The old Taoist priest waved his hand and said, "After taking medicine for so many days, my illness has been cured early, I want to go to Qingyun to watch it." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng thought for a while, raised his head and said, "I'll go with you." ”

Qingyun Temple is located between two peaks, and the feng shui is very good. The two walked down the mountain, and saw from a distance that there were many craftsmen cleaning up the broken bricks and rubbles on the ashes of Qingyunguan.

Zhuo Zangfeng was suddenly startled, left the old Taoist priest, and rushed over.

Dozens of craftsmen are busy clearing the rubble, and two are measuring with thread. Seems very serious and focused.

Zhuo Zangfeng walked over, and one of the leaders shouted angrily: "Stinky boy, go away!"

Holding back his anger, he looked at the busy figures of the craftsmen and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"What's your turn?" the man at the head didn't have a good breath.

The middle-aged man who was squatting on the ground and measuring had a good temper, and interjected: "Steward, why do you need to be like a country boy." Then he got up and said to Zhuo Zangfeng: "You young man, hurry up and go away, this place was originally the site of Qingyun Temple, the old Taoist priest burned Guanyu, and fled with money, Master Yuande of Xiangyan Temple took a fancy to this piece of feng shui treasure land, and wanted to build a temple here." ”

It turns out that this is the case, it seems that this Yuande monk has long coveted Qingyunguan and wants to occupy it. If they hadn't provoked Liu Trai'an, they would have done the same vicious thing.

"What a sinister monk!"

Zhuo Zangfeng hated itchy, remembering that the day after tomorrow was the "Xiangjian Conference", when the sages were all over, even the sword mountain and the sea of fire would have to go through, and the conspiracy of the Yuande monk must be revealed to the world, and the old Taoist priest would be innocent.

It's not time to startle the snake right now, thinking of this, he pretended to be nothing and left reflexively.