That being said, there are some unique aspects to this practice.

Chen Yu once deduced the blood acupuncture refining only through a few steps of Yu Qimeng's acupuncture point opening, and further developed it to refine the power suitable for himself, so as to cultivate a strange scene.

Now, there was a fork in the road under his feet, and the other end seemed to be smooth, and he had no reason to abandon it. Chen Yu continued to study in the sea of books, and countless feelings arose, swirling and disappearing in the sea of consciousness, setting off monstrous waves.

Collision, touch, a trace of inspiration from it.

Gradually, this set of practices, which he named 'Void God', took shape, but instead of going deeper, he turned around and tried to reproduce some of the beneficial aspects on his own path.

The sun turns, and the stars and the moon fly.

This is not a day's work, not to mention that Chen Yu wants to use the heritage of the 100,000 Taoist scriptures of Zhenwu Mountain to sort out the past in one go, fill in the defects and integrate the various cultivation methods he has in one furnace, so as to cook and refine it, take the essence and remove the dross, so that the road under his feet is more spacious and smoother.

In the blink of an eye, six days passed.

On this day, Chen Yu was still nested in the twenty-eight mountains of Zhenwu Mountain, constantly going back and forth to the mountains, rummaging through the places of book collection outside the three major scripture pavilions, and even later waved his hand to take away the memories of hundreds of people in the mountains, leaving aside all kinds of privacy, all the scriptures and meanings that were heard and seen were excerpted and copied, put into consciousness, turned into a handful of firewood and lit the flames, and violently scorched the inch of vague spiritual light condensed by thousands of thoughts.

Half a month after Xiaobi, Zhenwu Mountain returned to its former calm, lively and noisy was blown by the wind, but when the little Taoist priests were happily discussing this harvest, the people of the mountains had been called to the main vein, and when they walked out of the golden dome of the main hall again, a trace of gloom hung in the bottom of their eyes, as if a boulder pressed on their hearts.

"Master, is that necessary?"

With a bamboo hairpin in his hair, the old Taoist priest turned his head when he heard the words and looked at the middle-aged Taoist who was walking quickly.

The other party's face was full of burnt, and he twisted it in his hand, and the gold silk green sleeves unconsciously rubbed out folds.

"Xuan Ming, don't panic."

The old Taoist priest shook the magic ruler in his hand and stroked his beard and looked back.

"Your uncle has his own considerations, maybe you think that the current situation is not like this, it is a big deal to close the mountain, but you are standing in different positions, and your thoughts and thoughts should be different."

"Besides, the current situation is no longer as expected, and it is not possible to get through it with one letter."

The old Taoist priest walked down the heavenly steps with a slow but calm step, "Zhengyang Guan is in a difficult situation, and Zhenwu is also embarrassed, this is inevitable, senior brother, as the master of Zhenwu, naturally has to think about it from the twenty-eight mountains, eight hundred disciples, two thousand disciples, and tens of thousands of people who are attached to my Zhenwu." ”

After that, the old Taoist priest turned around and looked at the middle-aged Taoist who was still a little sullen, and the other party sighed helplessly: "What the master said is naturally clear, but the time is not waiting for me, the situation under the mountain is worse day by day, and it is not easy for Zhengyang Guan itself to maintain a wisp of incense." ”

The middle-aged Taoist frowned, and continued: "Closing the mountain at this moment is not only a protection for the children of the sect, but also will not completely cut off the imperial court, if you extradite a Zhengyang disciple in advance to continue its inheritance, it will not be a good thing......

"That's it! I can't do such a thing that has fallen into the ground, and I can't do it as a martial artist. ”

"Master! Isn't this a fall in the ground?! The disciple had never thought of it that way. It's just that more than ten years ago, Zhengyang Guan and Liang Ting were too deeply entangled, and now it's just a backlash, the Tao has a rotation, Zhao Zhao is incomprehensible, and he has his own ...... by drinking and pecking."

Syllable!

"Lao Dao asked you to read some books on the interpretation of the door, and you will see a certain number of chapters?!"

A slap on the shoulder, seeing that the old Taoist priest was full of anger, as if he was going to clean up the door in the next moment, the middle-aged Taoist snorted, and finally did not continue, just peeked a few times and waited until the old Taoist's strength disappeared, and still couldn't help but persuade: "The disciple doesn't mean that, but he really wants to follow the ideas of the palm sect and the mountain masters such as the Demon Peak and Huayang Peak, I am afraid that in the future, I will not only offend the imperial court, but also be difficult to keep the Zhengyang Guan incense, and even harm myself!" ”

The old Taoist priest looked at him heavily when he heard this, and finally turned around and waved his sleeves and walked away.

"Don't bother Lao Dao with these things, listen to your uncle's words, go and rest!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't have time to catch up, and more Taoists came out one after another, all of whom were of different ages, and they were not young.

Everyone nodded their heads and greeted each other, or talked to each other, throwing out some ideas that had not been told in the Golden Dome Hall for reference.

The middle-aged Taoist priest also joined, once again expressing his thoughts, but there were not many supporters, he was helpless, he really thought about it for the sake of real martial arts, whether it was the extradition of Zhengyang Temple, or the closure of the mountain and the closed door, there was no selfishness.

"That's it, since you will face Liang Ting sooner or later, and then go to the main vein to discuss with the sect leader, even if you don't close the mountain in this way, some necessary preparations cannot be missing, in case Liang Ting is mad and does something wrong."

He had traveled in the mountains, and his perception of the court was really not good, and he knew how powerful people with crowns and jades and brocade hats and mink furs were.

Zhenwu Mountain is too big, three hundred miles of rivers, almost occupies half of Yuezhou, the power is huge, and it is in the position of the person who holds the bull's ear in the Daomen, and the martial arts and people are not shallow, second only to Zhengyang Guan.

If this were not the case, how could King Yue, who is now the uncle of Emperor Liang, be sealed here.

Heavily guarded, the emperor's relatives and relatives, and an armed force under his command, the existence of such an almost earth emperor is only two hundred miles away from Zhenwu Mountain, but it is not that the imperial court is full of food and support to find trouble for himself.

"Let's hope they take it into account, or something will happen."

The middle-aged Taoist priest said goodbye to the other mountain lords, and as he walked on the road, he thought about when and how to make suggestions again. As a true disciple of Zhenwu Mountain Yuhua, the middle-aged Taoist priest is not as amazing and glamorous as his own senior brother, nor is it as good as the junior brothers and sisters who are familiar with human feelings, although they rely on their qualifications and few understandings to sit on the mountain master of Liangyue Peak, but there are not many contacts in the mountains, only seven or eight of the twenty-eight mountains have a little communication, and those who can really talk about Taoist friends can be worthy of two or three.

"Alas, Xuancheng Daoyou and Xuankong Mountain Lord both went to the southwest not long ago, and now that this has happened, there is no one who wants to have a discussion."

Xuancheng Taoist friends have always been skillful in thinking, and the people who have met and befriended are all over Zhenwu, if they can discuss the things here, they may be able to change a lot.

However, more than a month ago, a letter from the southwest made this junior brother not think, and he was talking about acupuncture qi and blood elixirs all day long.

Half a month ago, Xuancheng Daoyou couldn't wait, not only took away the other two masters from Que Mountain, but also invited the famous Danding masters of Twenty-eight Mountains to leave, and heard that the other party under the mountain went to Zhengyang Temple, Jingxin Pavilion, Wanmiao Danmen and other Taoist sects and even Jianghu forces, and invited people from all walks of life who were well versed in the way of Qihuang alchemy.

Went to the southwest together.

The middle-aged Taoist priest Xuan Ming secretly said, the initial movement was not small, almost the entire Lingdan Peak was emptied, several masters and mountain masters followed, not to mention, Nuo Da a mountain gate, from top to bottom except for half of the Taoist servants, but everything that could move was taken away by Xuan Cheng.

At that time, he was having an understanding of a newly acquired Taoist book, and he was immersed in it, but he didn't inquire much.

I only know that it seems to be related to the immortal elixir in the southwest legend.

Shaking his head, he didn't think about it anymore, what was more important now was how to face the current difficult situation, and the presence or absence of a few Dan Dao masters actually had little impact.

This should also be the reason why the uncle in charge will let the other party leave.

Xuanming Daoist walked quickly towards Liangyue Peak, the mountain gate where he sat was in the northwest of Zhenwu, which was very secluded.

……

On the official road, dust is everywhere.

The convoy that had just been rescued from a gang of daring bandits was speeding up to get to its destination before dark.

The one-armed Qian Xuanzhong took his female dependents and looked at the young man who was surrounded by a group of people in the center, saying nice words one after another, flattering him with a happy face and rippling eyebrows.

"Hehe, this move is not a black tiger digging out of the heart, it is our sword sect mastery, five fingers broken bone claw, first-class martial arts!"

"Huh? How can you beat people up? This is just a matter of the secret legend of the master, but I see that everyone is also worthy of trust, so it doesn't hurt to tell you, this is"

Ahem!

The burly young man spoke, standing not far in front of the team, the other party glanced back at the junior brother who had been overjoyed and carried away, his brain was shocked, and then he remembered the temperament of this person, so he had to withdraw the preaching that came to his mouth, glared at the young man, let him reflect on his life, and then stepped forward himself, and quietly swept away the crowd around him who were chattering non-stop, so that the team became clean again.

This is a master.

Qian Xuanzhong secretly thought that he was now one-armed, and his left-handed sword practice had only been for a few months, which was not as good as before. But fortunately, the left-handed sword technique given by Chen Daoyou is extraordinarily powerful, and every move and style is far more than before, so the strength of increasing and decreasing is not much weaker than the ordinary level of strength.

It's just that the person on the other side may not be as simple as Tong Jin...... He glanced faintly, and without a trace of his gaze fell on the other person, that young man, if the former can be recognized by him who has been trained for a long time, and judged that his strength is not low, then this means a little strange.

Just as he was about to strike, the two men rode from behind the group, and the handsome young man seemed to be a jealous man, drawing his sword and fighting the enemy.

Qian Xuanzhong can see clearly that this person does not have much strength, his muscles and muscles are relaxed, and he may not be able to do it for more than 100 days. However, such a young man, with a sword, cut the wooden shield that the bandit had found out of nowhere, and the shield was thick enough to be a finger!

Born with divine powers? Exercise outbreak?

Judging from the ease of action after that, it was not for the above reasons, Qian Xuanzhong was curious, but he didn't ask directly, he was now hidden in the crowd, just to protect his relatives, friends and family.

I don't want to stir up trouble too much.

On the other side, the boy was still muttering, following behind the burly young man, also riding a straddle horse.

"Uh, senior brother, don't tell the master, I can't help it just now, people are like this sometimes."

The hippie smiling face, constantly smiling, and seeing the burly young man's face full of black lines.

He squinted behind him, drove his horse closer, and said softly in a low voice: "The secret method of qi and blood has just been formed, so you shouldn't show it off!" If your actions were in front of the master, you would have slapped the ground a long time ago, not to mention that after two or three sentences of vernacular, you would have been praised so much that you were almost exposed! ”

However, the young man, even Li Mubai, didn't care much, just listened to him shake his head and didn't care.

"Senior brother's words are wrong, and his blood is strange, but now, except for us, even Shizun and Senior Brother Mu can't practice a little, even if others listen to it, how about it? There are thousands of martial arts in the world, and there are also those who flaunt flying away from the sky, and others just haven't seen the scarlet mist, and no matter how they can't think of it, they can't think of it. ”

When the burly young man heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little agreed, and after a while, he reacted, this bastard boy almost took himself into the ditch again!

"What bastard words! The meaning of the master is that it is best not to use it, put away the stinky and showy temperament, save a while to enter the city, and be smoked by the beam of the hanging house of the master! ”

“……”

Seeing the young man's expression that if you dare to disobey, I will report it immediately, Li Mubai finally pressed his expression of impatience, and kept pinching with one hand, and in the subtleties that everyone could not see, there was a trace of red and blood-like power quietly brewing.

When the burly middle-aged man saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh, it was worthy of the wonderful method passed down by the master, and he didn't know where he got it, and he could practice such a strange power with the physique of his junior brother.

It's a pity in his heart that his physique is not very suitable for this method, just looking at the various exercises put forward by the master, it makes people shudder, that is, the little junior brother's heartless foundation can resist it.

How the senior brother next to him thinks about it, Li Mubai doesn't know very well, if he knows, he will probably laugh again and again, what kind of master's wonderful method, the master himself can't figure it out, and he has to teach it by hand!

It's not even as good as Senior Brother Mu's understanding, at least people have also sensed something from these scarlet powers that the three of them call the power of qi and blood, and they have really polished a set of internal martial arts, which is enough for Senior Brother Mu to go a long way on the road of dragon and tiger.

Not far behind him, in the convoy, Qian Xuanzhong had just comforted his wife and mother, and took some plasters and applied them to the eyebrows and necks of the two to relieve the fatigue of the journey.

At this moment, he was looking at Li Mubai and the two of them on the tall horse, especially the other party's right hand that was sometimes pinched.

……

Thundered!

It's another morning, and the clouds are thick.

The hurried military horses stopped, and the accompanying overseers looked up to the sky, only to feel that the black clouds were overpowering, and the sun was shining twenty miles away.

It's weird!

The heavy rain was pouring down, and they couldn't trek any longer, so the soldiers chose a sloping place, camped on the spot, and waited and rested.

In the sky, thousands of feet above.

Thundered!

Thunder and thunderbolts flashed, like the roar of an angry dragon.

In the next moment, a bright silver light flew away from the sea of clouds, flashing and suddenly disappearing, causing the clouds to surge again.

Rumble! The thunder was released, and the mountain pass resounded with a deafening roar one after another, and the mountains and rocks trembled, and some soldiers saw this scene and hurriedly reported it, and then thousands of people endured the mud under their feet and retreated for several miles, which will be stable.

Half an hour later, the clouds cleared.

The sky was bright, and at this time, everyone raised their eyes, but they saw a huge golden sun, slowly rising between the clouds and the sky.

Soon it dispersed, and some people exclaimed, but many more did not see it, so it was only a mirage after the rain clouds were churning.

(End of chapter)