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Riding the long wind and walking thousands of miles of the sea, it sounds like a means of immortals, but there is really a martial arts, after people practice, they can run thousands of miles away, jump dozens of feet high, and become a god-like existence. This martial art is to ride the wind and the sea.

Not long after Wang Yangming started practicing riding the wind and the sea, he had already practiced.

Because of this light skill, it is really not difficult to practice, it only requires two conditions, first, the internal force is deep enough to support the consumption of thousands of miles of travel, and second, the movement of the internal force is free enough, which can give birth to the power that is difficult for ordinary people to generate. Other than that, there's nothing special about riding the wind and the sea.

No, there's something special.

The consumption of internal force by riding the wind and the sea is really not ordinarily fast.

Wang Yangming is now the eighth grade, and Jiuyang Shengong is the most durable, he is a person with very deep internal strength, but he has only run for half a column of incense for half a column of incense time, and nearly half of his internal force has been consumed. Of course, the wonder of this light skill still makes him hard to believe, this half-pillar of incense kung fu, he has traveled hundreds of miles.

San Yisheng looked at Wang Yangming, who was sweating profusely, and chuckled: "What's the matter?

Wang Yangming wiped the sweat on his head and said bitterly: "Although this kung fu is extremely fast, it is really fast to use it to rush, but it is only a hundred miles away, and my internal strength has already consumed nearly half." It's too expensive. ”

San Yisheng shook his head lightly and said frankly: "If it weren't for such consumption, there wouldn't be such a fast speed." You know, there is no such thing as a free lunch. ”

In fact, in terms of the depth of internal strength, Wang Yang Mingyuan has not yet met the conditions required for cultivation to ride the wind and the sea. If you want to run thousands of miles like Chao Wendao, you need to break through the strength of the Nine Grades no matter what. But San Yisheng saw that in the spring of next year, the big war would start, and Wang Yangming would inevitably usher in more dangerous battles in the Northwest Army.

Although with his current strength, he ran out of strength after running five hundred miles, but five hundred miles was enough to get him out of danger, which was the real reason why San Yisheng was in a hurry to teach Wang Yangming to ride the wind and the sea.

It's just that riding the wind and the sea consumes a lot of body, and Sanyisheng cautiously explained to Wang Yangming, once he starts to ride the wind and the sea, he must always pay attention to his physical condition, if he is exhausted, he must stop immediately, otherwise he will continue to consume his physical strength and internal strength, and once he is exhausted, his body is bound to run out of oil, and even worry about his life.

Wang Yangming saw that San Yisheng was so solemn, and he was much more cautious than when he taught him the Eight Gate Dunjia, so he hurriedly bowed down.

After he regained his strength, San Yisheng passed on his method of opening the sixth gate of the eight Dunjia gates. The sixth gate is called the Jing Gate, and after opening this gate, the flesh of ordinary people is already unbearable, and it will be burned into ashes by the potential gushing out of the body in an instant. But for Wang Yangming, it is like nothing, because since he crossed, he first forged his bones by the seal of the evil seal of Sanyisheng, and then nourished his viscera by Jiuyang Divine Skill, and with the help of Hui Lingsan given by Su Mu, coupled with his daily hard work, he was tempered by ten thousand catties of waterfalls for half a year in the geographical map of mountains and rivers, and he has long been trained into a physical quality that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve. Recently, Lao Tzu and Wu Jixin jointly reshaped the body, so that he finally achieved the incorruptible body of King Kong, and he could withstand everything.

However, the Eight Gates Dunjia is an all-round consumption of the body, and the burden of the body is only a part, if Wang Yangming is obsessed with the power brought by the Eight Gates Dunjia and insists on opening the sixth gate, the body has not collapsed, but he is afraid that the will has collapsed, and it will be a dead end.

This made Wang Yangming understand the truth in martial arts more deeply, any martial arts is burdensome, there is no strongest martial arts, only the strongest people. The gap between his eight Dunjia and San Yisheng's eight Dunjia is simply unreasonable.

Now that the work is done, there is no time to delay. The time has finally come to set off for the northwest.

In the middle of summer, the sun is like fire, and on the official road outside Chang'an City, the dirt road scorched by the sun raises clouds of dust, and a long team of people and horses are slowly moving forward.

Wang Yangming rode a horse to the front, pulled the wicker hat down slightly, covering his eyes, thinking that the sun in this northwest land is really terrible. Although the hat that Biluo made for herself brought a little coolness, it still couldn't completely avoid the feeling of dryness and heat.

He looked back sideways, and the gate of Chang'an was no longer visible. Behind him was the general of the Zheng Erpin Auxiliary State, the defense commander in charge of the seven northwest provinces, and the highest military commander of the Northwest Army, Boyan.

Boyan saw Wang Yangming looking back, thinking that something was wrong, and glanced at him, Wang Yangming smiled at him: "Isn't the handsome hot?"

In such a hot weather, Boyan is still wearing a military uniform, and his whole body is meticulously draped, it seems that after the official position is high, he also pays special attention to the image.

Where did Boyan know Wang Yangming's thoughts, and when he cared about himself, he fanned the non-existent cool breeze with his hand, and said to Wang Yangming: "It's hot, it's hot, and no one weaves a wicker hat for me to wear." ”

Wang Yangming looked at the big silver helmet on his head, and thought to himself that you can't wear a wicker hat even if you knit a wicker hat, he ignored Boyan and looked behind him, followed by a carriage, in which sat Biluo, Su Mu and Shen Qingdai, occasionally a girl's laughter came from the carriage, the sound was as melodious as a silver bell, I don't know what these three little beauties are talking about.

Crossing the carriage, and a few disciples of Guozijian behind the carriage, it was a long horse team. Wang Yangming looked at the people who were marching in the horse team, and a flash of gloom flashed in his eyes.

These people are the young students who were called to join the army in the Guozi Prison.

Before leaving, the Religious Office handed Wang Yangming a roster, which contained a list of these students, Wang Yangming looked at it carefully, and found that there were more than 100 people in total, the oldest was 30 years old, and the youngest was only 15 years old.

However, they chose to go to war.

At the beginning of spring next year, the big war will begin. According to Boyan's speculation, if the war goes well, it should be possible to sweep away the countries of the Western Regions within a year and end the war. But if the war is unfavorable, it is unknown when the war will end.

He didn't know how many of these people would be able to return to Chang'an.

These students are all joining the army for the first time, and their eyes are full of excitement, and from time to time some people quietly talk about how the Northwest Front is going to be. A few students from the Northwest, or students who have traveled to the Northwest, told everyone how delicious the roast leg of lamb is and what kind of style the girl has. Wang Yangming's ears are very good, and when he heard these stories, he just smiled faintly and smiled quite reluctantly.

Northwest, that's the battlefield. To fight a war is to die.

Thinking of those comrades who died in the desert, as well as the Hu soldiers who died under his hands, Wang Yangming's mind was a little sudden, and he didn't know where he had drifted. When he was distracted, someone in front of him blocked the way.

He hurriedly retracted his thoughts, looked at the man blocking the way, and saw that it was an old woman, holding a food box in her hand, standing tremblingly in front of Wang Yangming's horse.

Wang Yangming saw that this old woman was ordinary, let down his guard, and asked warmly, "Old man, what's the matter with you?"

But he saw a young man among the people behind him come out of the crowd, jumped off the horse, stepped forward and hugged the old woman, and said, "Mother, why are you here?"

This young man, Wang Yangming, knew that it was Hu Zongxian, who had a greeting with him in the Guozi Prison a few days ago.

Hu Zongxian's mother grabbed him, handed the food box to him, and said in a trembling voice: "This is a meal made for my mother, you take it and eat it on the way." ”

Hu Zongxian was a little impatient, took the lunch box, and complained: "A few days ago, I asked me to go home for dinner every day, and I told you that the canteen in Guozijian is very good, better than what you do." Why did you come to deliver food again today, your legs and feet are not good, what if you are tired and sick. ”

The old woman sneered for a while, as if she didn't dare to speak, and finally clenched Hu Zongxian's hand and said: "You are going, the mountains are high and the waters are long, for my mother, I only hope that you will eat and sleep well every day and come back early." Child, we don't seek fame and wealth......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Hu Zongxian: "Needless to say, I am tired of hearing this every day." I'll come back after the battle, don't worry. ”

The old woman still had to explain a few words, but Hu Zongxian didn't want to listen to it anymore, so he had to turn around and enter the battle.

Wang Yangming frowned slightly, and was about to say something, when suddenly the footsteps not far away were mixed, Wang Yangming looked up and saw that it was a group of villagers, about dozens of people, all of whom came here with food boxes.

There was a noise in the horse team, and dozens of students stepped down one after another to recognize these people, and it turned out that the relatives of these students came to see them off.

Boyan saw it immediately, sighed, and whispered: "Father, father and son, human nature." These students are dedicated to serving the country, but they also lack the duty of filial piety. ”

When Wang Yangming heard Boyan's words, his heart was even more unhappy. He remembered a few lines of poetry he had read in the encyclopedia, and couldn't help but read slowly: "Che Gong Gong, Ma Xiao Xiao." Pedestrians with bows and arrows at their waists. The grandmother and wife sent each other off, and the dust did not see the Xianyang Bridge. The clothes stopped crying, and the crying went straight up to the sky......"

This is the great poet Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty in the previous life, "Soldiers' Chariots", in which the desolation has been touching for thousands of years. Boyan heard Wang Yangming's recitation, and he was a little confused for a while, but the next moment he was shocked, and said in a reproachful tone: "General Wang, how can you read such a depressing poem when you are about to start your journey." ”

Wang Yangming didn't answer him, he was speechless for a long time, but repeatedly recited the last few lines of the poem: "Faith knows that giving birth to a man is evil, but it is better to give birth to a girl." Giving birth to a daughter still has to marry a neighbor, and giving birth to a boy is buried with the grass ......"

The students persuaded their relatives to leave one by one, and then they got back on the road. Boyan urged everyone to continue to move forward, and when everyone saw the dignified second-grade auxiliary general talking, how dare they disobey, and they hurried away. Wang Yangming walked silently in front of him, not saying a word.

In this way, Xiaoxing stayed overnight, and after half a moon, everyone finally arrived at Jiayuguan slowly.

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The final chapter of the second volume of the Yangming Chronicle. Before I knew it, the book had written hundreds of thousands of words, the editor refused to sign a contract, there were few readers, and Sancha really didn't have much motivation to update. There are still some manuscripts in the third volume, and the book will be suspended after the manuscripts are published. At present, Sancha is working hard to write another novel "Fight with Zombies to the End", which is an urban ability that tells the story of how to survive in the zombie-filled apocalypse. I liked that book very much, but I didn't have such an unforgettable love for Yang Mingji. It's a pity that writing depends on the market, and the book was signed because of the subject matter. However, the performance is also quite dismal, and I hope it will get better slowly.

If you are interested, go and watch "Fight the Zombies to the End".

The green mountains do not change, the green water flows for a long time, he sees each other every day, and he is drunk and rests. Readers of "Yang Ming Ji", thank you for your support, this book is coming to an end. I'm sorry everyone, I'm sorry.