After dealing with the matter of the library pavilion, Qi Shuang went to the back mountain again and found a place where the hanging spring was hanging.

The white line is about a few zhang high, the water curtain is turbulent and plummeting, and the volley flies down, and there is a boulder that looks like a bulge on the side of the waterfall, and the dragon flies and the phoenix dances on it and writes the three words of Qianqi Pond.

Qi Shuang sat down by the water, took out "Relying on the Palm of the Cotton", and his divine sense penetrated, and a huge amount of information poured into his mind.

"Relying on the Palm of the Cotton", where the steps are multiplied, the palm method is mainly transformed, the qi is like a cloud, and the rigidity and softness are combined; There is no force, but it is changing.

Out of the palm like the wind and smoke, avoid the real and hit the void, with the strength of their own body to lead the other side, with the strength of the force, in order to adapt.

The remaining three or two articles are all move diagrams, and these move portraits move one by one in Qi Shuang's mind, connecting them into a short image.

Qi Shuang carefully observed it several times, sat down cross-legged, and the aura traveled through the body.

After half a cup of tea, Qi Shuang exhaled a breath of white air, drew a scoop according to the gourd, and imitated the moves in his mind to play a set of palm techniques.

However, the palm technique has empty moves, in which the breath is overflowing and scattered, pushing, wearing, and picking the palm is extremely stiff, the palm wind is illusory, and there is no power, it is completely an empty shell trick.

"That's not right." She muttered to herself, looking down at her palm, "With the palm of the cotton, it should be four or two thousand pounds"

She remembered the key in the book, "Could it be that you need to borrow external force to cultivate that soft strength that is used to overcome the rigidity." ”

The red fish jumped in the thousand-foot pool, and saw the turbulent water of the waterfall carrying the red fish flying straight down, and the pearls splashed in all directions.

"The softest thing in the world is water, or shape, or force, and this flying practice has a very strong impact, which is the external force that helps me cultivate."

Qi Shuang saw the red fish pouring into the pool, and suddenly had a wonderful idea in his heart, "It's better to catch the red fish flowing down the river to practice this strength!" ”

She took off her coat, rolled up the sleeves of her undershirt, and walked barefoot to the boulder by the waterfall, concentrating on her qi, mobilizing the aura in the dantian, and condensing into a ball of white wool on her arm.

In a moment, she suddenly opened her eyes, her body jumped, and her right hand quickly poked into the water in front of her!

In just a moment, the white flocculent collapsed under the powerful impact of the water, and Qi Shuang's arm shook out.

The red fish swam past her and leaped into the pool, wagging its tail as if to mock her powerlessness.

There were red marks on his arms because of this, but Qi Shuang was not discouraged. When the water flow made brief contact with the white wocculents, she seemed to feel an undetectable energy in the white wlots, "It's useful, come again!" ”

Qi Shuang's eyes looked at Qianqi Bai Lian with burning eyes, his eyes were full of excitement.

Under such pressure, the whiteness became more and more illusory, but the energy hidden in it became more and more condensed, and Qi Shuang himself gradually touched the trick of how to master the softness......

The thousand-foot waterfall is majestic, and on the boulder next to it stands a famous embarrassed but energetic girl. The girl stared intently at the water in front of her, her gaze like a torch, like a beast that locked onto its prey.

After a while, a red fish wagged its tail and flowed down the waterfall. Qi Shuang took advantage of the situation and took out his palm, his palm moved like a flowing cloud, and there was not a trace of ripples when he threw himself into the water curtain, which seemed to be one with the torrent!

The moment he was about to make contact with the red fish, Qi Shuang turned his palm into a claw and quickly grabbed the red fish!

"Hold it!"

Before Qi Shuang could withdraw his palm, the fish suddenly swung its tail fin, and with a lot of strength, it broke free from Qi Shuang's hand.

Qi Shuang took two steps back and jumped off the boulder, the white floc gathered in her palm, like a cotton ball, Fu Tu frowned, "It seems that something is missing?" ”

She recalled the failure that had just passed by success, walked to the edge of the thousand-foot pond and squatted, and couldn't help but ponder, "What is it?" ”

Another red fish flew down, shook its tail fin, unloaded the downward force, swam in place twice, and swam deep with its tail dangling.

"Force?" Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration, stood up excitedly, and her eyes were shining, "It's rigidity, and the softness is not enough to completely unload the external force, which requires rigidity to guide, which is the so-called softness in the rigidity!" ”

Qi Shuang jumped onto the boulder again, and this time she was more confident than before, condensing her spirit to the flowing water.

A red fish swam to the range of Qi Shuang's move, she poked out with a palm, covered her palm softly, and merged with the water, almost at the same time, the aura in the dantian moved smoothly, turning into a strong force that hit the belly of the fish.

The fish swayed and passed out.

Qi Shuang threw the red fish to the shore and squinted, "It's successful!" ”

"Sure enough, the cotton palm does not rely entirely on softness, but needs to be both rigid and soft, and then it is necessary to be proficient in the use of softness and strength, and then link with the palm of the cotton palm."

Thinking like this, she immediately threw herself into "catching fish" again......

It was getting late, the setting sun covered half of the sky, and the temperature in the valley gradually cooled.

Qi Shuang still withdrew his hand, and on the grass next to the boulder, more than a dozen fish were crowded into the rough weaving, all of them looking sluggish.

She lit a fire next to her to dry her clothes, ate a grilled fish to satisfy her stomach, and put the rest of the fish back in Tan Zhong before heading home.

The small courtyard is still quiet as usual, but there is a famous middle-aged man sitting in the courtyard, and there is a famous young man standing behind him, and the tea on the stone table has been cold, and it seems that he has been waiting for a long time.

"Father, Brother Yanjun, is there something wrong with you?"

When Qi Shuang came back, she saw Qi Yu and Qi Yan both waiting for her in the courtyard, and she was also a little surprised.

"Just come back from cultivation?" Qi Yu sighed, a little distressed, "Over the years, you have worked so hard every day, are you tired?" ”

Qi Shuang shook his head and sat down on the stone bench beside him, "I'm not tired." ”

"When I came back, I heard someone talk about the things in the library cabinet, you were wronged, why don't you tell your father, are you hurt?"

"Qi Yuan, that girl I have already reprimanded, Xiao Fourteen, are you okay? Does it matter? ”

The words of concern were one after another, and without waiting for Qi Shuang to answer, Qi Yu took out a small and delicate wooden box from his sleeve.

The wooden box was unscrewed, emitting a smell of herbs, and Qi Yu said, "You stretch out your hand." ”

Qi Yuan's finger didn't hurt her, but after this day's tempering, even if she was protected by aura, her arm was bruised now, and it was not easy to show it.

Qi Shuang hesitated for a moment, and this gesture in the eyes of the two of them meant that he was seriously injured and difficult to see. Qi Yanjun's face changed slightly, and Qi Yu's tone suddenly became serious, "Little Fourteen, take out your arm and let your father take a look." ”

Qi Shuang pondered for a moment and said in his heart, "This is a good time to confess." ”

"Father, don't worry." She stood up, walked to Qi Yu's side, comforted the latter for a few words, and then turned to Qi Yanjun and said, "Brother Qi, please make a move on me." ”

Hearing this, Qi Yan and Qi Yu looked at each other, and the two saw that Qi Shuang was not a joke, Qi Yu nodded as a promise, "You two be careful." ”

Qi Yan should be yes, and said to Qi Shuang, "Little Fourteen, although I don't know what this means, but I will suppress the strength, you better be careful, discuss small things, don't hurt yourself." ”

Qi Shuang's heart warmed slightly, and nodded, "Brother is going to make a move." ”