It was close to the wax moon, and the wind was cold.

In this cold and snowy day, the plum garden of the Shizifu is in full bloom, all kinds of plum trees are sparse and swaying, the light red palace pink, the green calyx of the color is like jasper, and the white and elegant jade butterfly dragon swims in the eyes, which makes people confused and drunk before drinking.

This morning, Lao Meng slept so hard that his limbs were sore, and he got up.

He lived in the prince's mansion for five days, cutting off all human contacts between the palace and the city. Dedicated to the treatment of internal injuries.

Meng Yishan opened the window and looked at the fine snow falling between the eaves in front of the house outside, sprinkled one after another, the snow fell on the branches, and Xinbai held the red.

The people in the window, and the snow outside the window, were extremely quiet for a while.

Until the housekeeper of the Shizi Mansion led a scrivener from the inspection department to come in, breaking the harmony.

I saw that the man was carrying two large bags of things, and immediately greeted Captain Meng first, and Lao Meng waved his hand to let him sit down.

The scribe sat down on the stool with half of his buttocks carefully, and said, "My lord, the caravans of several big families in the city have brought charcoal and silver to our yamen for the winter, and they have also honored you with two deer legs, and a roe deer, and a little game, so that you can taste fresh." ”

Master Meng was satisfied, but his face pretended to be flat. Simply accepted the filial piety of the merchants.

Lao Meng asked about his absence in the Yamen for the past few days, and knew that Mr. Yan and Qian Lun took care of the inspection department very well, and Mo Tiexiong had almost recuperated from the fatigue of the first battle of the palace.

Captain Meng rewarded the scribe with two taels of silver, and told the money account office that he would give some care to the merchants with good eyes at the checkpoints and inspections, and he would return to the yamen in a few days.

Sent away the people from the inspection department. Meng Yishan was interested, thinking about taking the two bags of game to make a tooth sacrifice. Lao Meng stepped on the leather-soled official boots, put on a black fox fur jacket, and moved the red clay stove in the house to the outside under the plum tree, and he wanted to make deer roast meat.

He commanded them to fetch a wire curtain and put it on the stove, and fill it with silver frost coals. After a moment, it was red.

It was still snowing, and he started a fire in the plum garden.

Two straw mats were spread on the ground, and Lao Meng made a low stool, sat down and began to cut the meat for seasoning, and used a cow ear knife to cut the venison into large pieces two or three inches long. Sprinkle a little salt and throw it on the stove to burn.

The golden grease overflowed with the sizzling sound, and dissolved on the flames, stirring up the flames slightly. After a while, the smell of meat overflowed.

The Monsan thief flipped it a few times, then picked the roasted venison with the tip of his knife and put it in his mouth to taste. While watching the snow in the garden, I was just short of a pot of wine and was happy to the sky.

"The captain is so idle!" Someone said.

As soon as Lao Meng heard that voice was soft and heavy, he knew that it was the eunuch Wang. Without looking back, he made a word of invitation with his free hand, and forked a piece of roasted venison and chewed it. All my mind is on eating.

Wang He was a little surprised by this invitation, the former governor of the Great Interior, who was only dressed in a blue color at the moment, finally sat down on the side of the straw mat.

The prince took out a jade knife that was no longer than a dagger from the leather bag on the side of his waist, and the emerald green knife was engraved with a carp pattern, which was so delicate that it looked like something in the palace.

He rolled up the sleeves of his robe and used his jade knife to pick up a piece of venison that was just right. After chewing twice, he said with some disappointment: "There is no dill seasoning, and it is not beautiful." ”

Lao Meng's mouth and hands were oily, his cheeks were agitating and swallowing, and he glanced at Eunuch Wang in his busy schedule, and said, "But you are proud to eat!" ”

Wang He shook his head and said with remembrance: "This is the deer roasting method that has been passed down in the palace since the Great Yuan Dynasty, and it is an excellent spice. Although his mouth is picky, he continues to eat with a jade knife. The venison given to Lao Meng by those merchants is tender and delicious, and it is indeed the best quality.

Meng Yishan laughed and asked, "The emperor also eats this?" While turning his head and shouting at the inner supervisor of the Shizi Mansion, let him go to the palace next door to get dill, and Master Meng wanted to use it for seasoning.

The people he has been shouting at the Shizifu in the past few days are the same as his own subordinates, quite domineering.

Wang He wiped his hands, put the jade knife on the side, and said: "Every year, the Emperor Taishang organizes an autumn hunt, and when he catches deer, he wants to make deer roast meat. ”

Wang He's flat voice was full of sentimentality, and now the country has changed. The Emperor Taishang fell to Wara, and he didn't know if he could eat enough.

The prince was also so destitute that he relied on the protection of the Yi Wangfu to avoid the pursuit of the imperial court.

Meng Yishan saw that Wang He had a feeling and loyalty to the Emperor Taishang, and he only lived here for a short time for King Yi, and he didn't have any thoughts of climbing and attaching to him, and he was still a lover.

After a while, the palace sent someone to bring dill grass, and when Lord Meng saw that it looked like fennel, he hesitated to crush it and sprinkle it on the venison. After entering the mouth, the fragrance increases greatly, and I can't help but praise it.

Wang He smiled, the two looked at the snow scene, ate the whole deer leg, and tore the roe deer meat to eat it.

In a drenched mood, Meng Yishan began to dig the bottom of the Wang River, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wang, the taste of this barbecue reminds me of when I was in the mountains, and I couldn't wait to take a bow and arrow to shoot a hunt." But if this internal injury heals slowly, there is no way to be faster? ”

Wang He pondered for a long time before he said, "With the help of me and Wang Jiaoxi's internal strength, you have already recovered quickly." ”

He and Lao Meng can be said to be the difficult brothers and brothers injured by the Heavenly King Zhiwu's palm.

The Golden Yaksha forces to break through the true qi of the inner family, entrenched in the body, and the noon is about to make a fuss, the stronger the internal force, the more ruthless the attack.

In the past few days, Meng Yishan's injuries have all relied on Wang He's self-examination of his own injuries, and then Wang Fu'er's fierce internal strength and his lotus hand, Yin and Yang have combined fortune to refine the alien power in the old Meng Dantian, and the true power of the Yaksha has been transformed into the sea of qi in a trace.

This also made Meng Yishan's understanding and understanding of internal strength and strength jump several times.

He abandoned his mundane affairs and concentrated on channeling qi and returning to the source, and used the soft fist heart method to mobilize internal breath cultivation all day long, and it was quite effective for several days.

Now the true elements of the whole body are so full that the temples are bulging. There are faint signs of qi gathering on the top of the head, and the eight veins before Lao Meng have been opened by Li Qing'er's silver needle, and only the top door can be opened and closed with qi and cultivated.

The comprehension of these martial arts treasures did not make Lao Meng ecstatic, he saw a lot of top masters, like the old man Nayun and Zhang Fan, Wang Gonggong and Wang Fu'er, and that Lu Yunpeng, all of them were the heroes of one side.

The more he practiced martial arts, the more he felt that he was still insufficient, and during this period of time, he practiced internal skills, coupled with his swordsmanship and boxing skills on weekdays, so that his martial arts made great progress. But it was not enough to resist the true power of the Yaksha of the Chi King.

Fortunately, Zhiwu was a blood arrow inspired by a severed finger that day. If the palm finger is directly printed, there will be no such person as Lao Meng in the world.

Rao is like this, and it will take more than a month for this internal injury to be cured. This is still the result of Wang He's help and peeling off the cocoon. Therefore, Master Meng also had to be polite to Wang He, and the two of them were already acquainted, and Lao Meng was a good person, so he changed his name to Mr. Wang He.

"Qi fire refining true pill, if there is a Taoist master to teach the inner Dan method. Refine the power of the Golden Yaksha according to the practice. Seven days to complete. It can make you really condensed, which is very beneficial! ”

Wang He groaned and said a shortcut to heal the injury: "This starting trick of vaporizing true qi, a certain family knows a little, and can teach Captain Meng!" ”

Meng Yishan couldn't help but show a trace of yearning, and now he thinks back to the internal strength of Wudang Qingsong's Daomen, which is dense and long, and very powerful. My heart couldn't help but move, "The Inner Dan Method, is it the internal strength of the door?" ”

Wang He nodded and said: "It can be regarded as two kinds of internal power, post-weather, congenital Qi." When a cultivator starts with the method, he transforms his internal qi into a more condensed innate true qi. Go further and you can get a glimpse of the Nine Turns Jindan Avenue. There are few people in the martial arts. ”

He was born in the court and had a lot of contact with the Taoist masters invited by the emperor. I am quite familiar with this kind of cultivation.

Lao Meng made him stunned, nodded his head, and said in his heart that this Wang eunuch was interesting enough.

Wang He patiently explained to him the difference between the successive heavens refining qi. It turns out that this internal cultivation has a different explanation for Taoists in addition to martial artists. You can use the method to condense the true qi of a dantian several times. After years of hard work, if it reaches the point where the qi is formed into a pill, it will emit the power of cracking stones and collapsing clouds with a palm.

Eunuch Wang has also been idle for a long time, and he has taught the thieves how to learn the Tao. Poor old Meng Yazi listened to the thunder and tasted a few words of mantra dictated by Wang He, and was puzzled when he encountered difficulties, which corroborated with his own soft fist heart method, which was incompatible.

In turn, he tossed the royal eunuch and asked him to explain. Both of them spent the morning on this.

Wang Hezheng told him what it means to "intersect with the intersection of the cans and the detachment, and bring the pivot together." The more Meng Yishan listened, the more familiar he became, patted his head, and said: "I almost forgot, I have a friend who gave me a copy of Wudang Internal Strength, this ...... "Xuanyang True Solution", have you heard of it?" ”

"The Xuanyang Sutra written by Zhang Sanfeng?"

Wang He sneered and said, "That book contains a lot of martial arts experience and the mantra of Xuanmen Qi Alchemy. I have asked Yichen, the Taoist leader of the Wudang faction in Beijing, many times, but he has not shown it to our family, your friend is very generous. ”

Meng Yishan snorted and said, "Friends who have died......

"That scripture, I have asked the Ghost Ancestor of Bishan to help me annotate it. I don't understand it myself, but I can give Mr. Wang an analogy. ”

A Xuanyang Sutra, the original text of Sanfeng Patriarch is only a few pages, and more is the annotation of the elders of Wudang dynasties. Lao Meng told Wang He the part of the original text that he could remember, and the eunuch Wang scoffed at it! I almost suspected that the book was fake.

Half of the ten sentences of these people's annotations are nonsense and anagrams, and some are even word traps. Zhang Sanfeng's original text aroused his interest and thought about it for a long time.

Wang Gonggong came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and sighed: "The martial arts literacy of Patriarch Sanfeng is so profound, it is deafening!" Wang believes that he has a lot of experience in martial arts, and he has created a lot of new things, and most of what he has learned is discussed in this book. The subtleties are better than mine. ”

Wang He was very emotional, and said with a happy smile: "Fortunately, manpower is sometimes poor, and it can't be all-encompassing!" My own martial arts are also a little strong compared to them, so that I don't lose too badly, and the two phases confirm that I am more advanced. ”

Meng Yishan was already itching, and urged: "Tell me about it!" I think Mr. Wang is stronger than Zhang Sanfeng. ”

Eunuch Wang was in adversity and had been lonely for a long time, and he was happy to know this. simply fulfilled Captain Meng's martial heart.

took a pen and paper and transcribed the original sentences of the Xuanyang Sutra, and then annotated the original text with his own martial arts experience.

The difficulty of this book is mainly in the hidden language that only Taoists understand, which metaphorizes the dragon and tiger as yin and yang, and the innate gossip refers to the body meridians. Yin and yang are born in the back, and the gossip is combined into Wanhua. Wang He frowned and restored one by one to the eight veins of the Qi Sutra and the acupoints of the human body, and tried to tell Lao Meng about every sentence he wrote.

When encountering really incomprehensible sentences, he could only think about it for a long time before he could write, and Master Meng also contributed Zhang Fan and Yun Ao's explanation of the Xuanyang Sutra and Wang He for reference.

Lao Meng's daughter is married four times, if you count Xie Guizu's commentary. He sent this Wudang Inner Dan Method to four families, in exchange for the annotations of several big masters to Zhang Sanfeng's original text.

This scripture is like a blind man touching an elephant, whoever touches it is the perception of his own object. Yun Ao and Zhang Fan's martial arts traits are biased and domineering, and they are extremely fierce. Some of the cleverness is not inferior to the literary theory of the Wudang patriarch.

"There are many masters in the martial arts, don't let the former sages!" The prince was impressed.

In this way, it is equivalent to gathering the wisdom of the three masters to analyze the Xuanyang scriptures, and the two of them wrote and said that when the eunuch Wang came, he had to let Lao Meng put on a posture and moves to confirm it.

If you really don't understand or feel that there is ambiguity, you just end up with a trick, which makes Meng Yishan bitter.

Wang He even taught Lao Meng the spirit of his lotus hand, and in terms of martial arts inheritance, he was much more frank than the self-cherished Wudang Taoist.

It's so busy that it's only a quarter of the way through the hand-to-hand lamp.

Later, Master Meng couldn't stand it, so he simply sat on the ground, gasped and said, "Eunuch Wang...... Don't write it, you martial arts madman! ”

Wang He had to stop writing and rest, saying that he would stay for tomorrow to continue, and went straight back to the room to ponder.

Meng Yishan returned to the couch, and his limbs hurt everywhere, all of which were guided by Wang He.

He sat up and assumed a posture of Xuanmen with five hearts facing the sky. The internal qi of the running dantian began to refine the true qi, and the slowly rising internal breath gradually wrapped the alien true qi of the golden yaksha force like a spring silkworm spitting out a cocoon, and the wisps of it were entwined, causing the rebound of the yaksha true power, and began to be restless in waves, and every throbbing brought intense pain!

At first, it was like a fine needle pricking the flesh, with a kind of penetrating pain, and gradually became unbearable like a sharp cone breaking the abdomen, and with the acceleration of refining qi and turning qi, beads of sweat the size of beans began to roll down from the forehead, and the snort also changed from light to heavy.

The conflict between the true qi practiced by Meng Yishan's soft fist heart method and the power of the Golden Yaksha reached its peak, the two true qi were like swords slashing each other, and every fusion made Lao Meng let out a silent howl of pain, his teeth clenched together to make a strange sound, his will began to become blurred, and his divine consciousness wanted to fly away from his body.

There was no trace of internal breath in his various meridians, but the sea of dantian qi was filled with surging and violent true qi. The two internal qi trapped in it could not rush out, and were oppressed by the gradual true fire, and slowly twisted together in one place, refining gas and turning Qi, and using the dantian as a furnace.

Under the guidance of Xuanyang's heart technique, the true qi that turned into it began to oppress the alien Yaksha true qi. The cocoon-like air mass is gradually shrinking, and the resistance of the Golden Yaksha force is more intense, the foundation of this martial art is the Shaolin internal strength of Tianwang Zhi's countless ten years of penance, pure and condensed into the body, and unless you are unlucky to do the gong after the stroke, you will be wrapped in the true qi and backlash the meridians, hurting hundreds of bones, and there are few survivors.

Although the true power of the Yaksha was suppressed by the innate true qi, it could not be absorbed. After an incomparably fierce hold, boom! It seemed that the thunderous roar could be heard in his ears, and the true qi of the Rouquan was interrupted by the explosion of the Yaksha force at the important moment of turning qi, and the surging internal qi broke away from the control of the divine consciousness of the heart and began to pour into the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

The true qi of the soft fist, which had been oppressed by the "melting pot" of the dantian for a long time, carried the true qi that had not yet taken shape along the pulse of the governor to the top of the head, and the hundred veins shook together, directly opening up the Baihui acupoint, and a cool feeling was transmitted directly to the perineum along the eyebrow center seal hall, and the innate knowledge was finally reached. The body and mind are so happy that every pore is full of joy!

At the same time, the meridians of the limbs are also filled with a large amount of true qi, and there is an urgent need for catharsis.

Meng Yishan also posed in a posture of five hearts facing the sky, and raised his palms upwards above his head. A large amount of true power rushed outward along the palm of the Lao Gong Acupoint, and two rays of strength as thick as a python burst out from both hands and rushed straight to the roof. There was a thunderclap, and the entire roof was blown away by this blow, and the remnants of green tiles flew all over the sky, and the sand, gravel and soil rolled down one after another.

The moonlight shone in from this "skylight", and the clear light was reflected on Meng Yishan's eyebrows like water, he looked at the starry sky above his head in surprise, and recalled the changes that had just changed, and the qi refining failed! However, it eliminated most of the Golden Yasha force, and the true qi of the soft fist was operating spontaneously in the body, flowing from the dantian all over the body like a clear spring. The ears and eyes seem to be much sharper than usual, and the scenery outside the window is full of sight, and in the dark room, everything you see is like day. Great success!

Lao Meng's heart was overjoyed, and he thought slightly, and that kind of realm dissipated in an instant.

The night is still dark, and his own martial arts have jumped to the first-class level. Humility and understanding of the day is a symbol of the consummation of martial arts.

Meng Yishan got up and brushed the dust on his clothes, only to feel that his breath was complete, and his eyes were full of essence.

Lifting the broken saber and walking outside, the garden was quiet, the plum fragrance was bursting, but the ears heard the noisy human voices in the distance, everyone's voice was clearly recognizable, and the startled people were rushing here, and the footsteps were of different severity. In the distance, the sound of the night watchman outside the house also entered the ears one by one. It should feel noisy, but it doesn't make waves in my heart, the earth and the mountains and rivers under my feet seem to be in this clear and round state of mind, and the feeling is mysterious and incomprehensible.

Meng Yishan turned back from the unity of heaven and man, his heart was surging and it was difficult for him to help but draw his knife and roar, the sound was like light thunder! He is no longer Wuxia Ameng in martial arts, and his soft fist brings strong self-confidence, holding the broken army sword, and he is arrogant! The power is so high that he dares to find any master to try his edge.