Many disciples of the outer courtyard had all kinds of speculations, but the owners of the seven courtyards near the water were miserable.

They fell into the rotation of Tai Chi, the field of yin and yang, and the qi and blood around them could not help others, plus they took the initiative to urge before, and now they can't stop even if they want to.

The qi and blood fist power of the seven people is like building a blood and qi furnace, putting Wang Qingyuan into it, extracting it in every possible way, and refining the refined steel.

At this time, the seven people still didn't know Wang Qingyuan's thoughts, this was treating them as coolies, using their qi, blood, fist power to forcibly penetrate the bones, break through the bone layer, and quench the marrow blood.

Usually, cultivators build a foundation, step by step, the marrow blood is located in the middle of the human skeleton in the medullary sea, qi and blood quenching is very difficult, there is a bone layer barrier, to penetrate point by point, so the cultivation of this layer of kung fu, the consumption of time and months is very long, and even almost catches up with the sum of the previous six layers of kung fu.

Such a water mill was turned into a fiery furnace by Wang Qingyuan with the help of the qi and blood fist power of the seven top positions among the disciples of the outer courtyard of Hun Tianfeng, like a master blade craftsman quenching gold and iron, refining thousands of times, and the results were immediate.

Now, Wang Qingyuan's body is almost as transparent as water, bright red blood, white bones, and internal organs are a few shadows.

As if he was in the midst of a raging fire, Wang Qingyuan was also bold in this way, but he had spiritual power in his body, and the power of the first "Time Knife" was run to the extreme, and the spiritual power was inextricably linked, infiltrating into the body, forcibly pulling, and restricting every bit of blood and qi power.

It is only him, if other people act indiscriminately like this, the seven blood and qi that are not weaker than him will enter the body, and the five organs will be displaced, the meridians will burst, and he will become disabled.

Gurgling!

Slowly, the bones belonging to Wang Qingyuan also slowly became transparent, and you could see the bright red marrow blood flowing in the sea of marrow, not very quickly, as if giving birth to a viscous feeling, gurgling.

There was a fresh aroma derived from his mouth, Wang Qingyuan couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, his mouth was full of sweetness, like a jade liquid.

Essence blood brewed elixir!

Wang Qingyuan's heart moved, bone marrow hematopoiesis, marrow refining is equivalent to blood exchange, in exchange for a body of qi and blood impurities, naturally achieve an unsullied body, and saliva is fragrant, such as agar jelly, indicating that this marrow refining kung fu has entered the hall, which can be regarded as a small achievement.

At this time, Wang Qingyuan looked at the owners of the seven fists again, all of them were pale, and the deficit of qi and blood was huge, and if they wanted to make up for it, they would probably have to cultivate carefully for several days, and they could not go into the mountains to collect medicine.

As soon as his mind moved, Wang Qingyuan reversed the seven fist forces and fought back.

Poof!

The seven people were shocked and vomited blood one by one, although it seemed that the injuries were more serious, but if they looked closely, the faces of the seven people barely recovered a little blood.

"What a subtle control!"

The two brothers in the ninth courtyard gritted their teeth, it was just fucking damn damn, they couldn't believe it until now, how could they make such an almost reborn change in just one month.

The transparent body slowly regained its flesh color, Wang Qingyuan let out a long roar, and the air behind him was violently distorted, and the qi of yin and yang bloomed, hooking the heavens and the earth.

Yin and Yang are differentiated! His fist intent has leveraged the vitality of heaven and earth!

The outer courtyard disciples around were all shocked, and they spoke with difficulty, and one by one they involuntarily retreated.

Wang Qingyuan's gaze is not very sharp, nor is it a gentleness that has precipitated after experiencing the world, but a kind of grandeur, brightness or openness.

Yes, his gaze was frank and swaying, scanning everyone, his spine was straight, his black hair was light, even if a dark green robe was not luxurious, it was far inferior to many outer court disciples in silk satin robes, but in the eyes of the outer court disciples at this moment, there was a temperament that could not be ignored, as if the sun illuminated the darkness, making them clearly realize the dirt in their hearts, which was nothing to hide, and it was delicate.

Following the passage where the crowd got out of the way, Wang Qingyuan gradually moved away.

Looking at the back of the young man, the owners of several courtyards near the water who reluctantly got up all had complicated eyes.

"The vitality is still a little illusory, but it has begun to take on a divine form, and it may not have reached a thousand catties yet, but it definitely has the strength of eight or nine hundred catties. ”

"Could the little marquis know something......

Some of the outer courtyard disciples muttered quietly, after the shame was irrepressible envy, in the Heavenly Peak, they were more eager to build a foundation than any cultivator, and under the age limit, they couldn't even sleep peacefully at night.

They understand that if Wang Qingyuan is the case, I am afraid that within a year, he may be able to completely push the seventh layer of "Xuantian Gong" to the state of consummation, and have the qualifications to try to build a foundation, open up a dantian, and nurture their own vitality.

Waterfront shore.

The Guardian looked at the young man in front of him, and the goatee seemed to have been combed, and it was no longer so thick.

Without saying anything, Wang Qingyuan bowed to the Taoist.

Waving his hand, the Jingdao man turned straight away, and walked a little farther away, before the sound sounded, which seemed to be a poem, but it was not in place, but it was more like a song.

"The road ahead is windy, yin and yang are dogs, nine layers of loess are tired, life and death do not look back......"

......

"Nine layers of loess, life and death do not look back, nine layers of loess, life and death do not look back......"

Walking in the deep mountains and old forests, Wang Qingyuan said softly, the singing voice of the Taoist is full of tragedy, and there is a great pride, which makes Wang Qingyuan more and more unable to see through this Taoist, and the delicacy of his mind is often incomprehensible.

Crape Myrtle Peak.

Coming to the bottom of the mountain again, Wang Qingyuan walked on the serious mountain road, the mountain road was winding, you could see some smooth stone faces and broken branches of trees, obviously someone took the first step and simply cleaned it up.

The stars stream, the stone road down the stream has traces of knives and axes, and simple stone steps are chiseled out one by one, and the moss is removed, but it is much more stable than before.

Some gravel and weeds piled up outside the palace gate, Wang Qingyuan stood in front of the crape myrtle palace, looked up at the plaque engraved by the first generation of crape myrtle palace masters, and wiped it with water, although it was full of cracks, but the three words of crape myrtle palace were clearly visible.

"Good calligraphy!

Seeing these three words clearly, Wang Qingyuan couldn't help but admire, he is also a scholar, the sage and sage have one heart, he has been writing and practicing since he was a child, and he has read poetry and books for fifteen years now, and there is already a little meaning between the ups and downs of the pen, but compared with the three words of Ziwei Palace, it is a small thing, and the spirit is not a level at all.

"The lord of a peak, the character of the Taoist Yuanshen, the truth of the world, the grasp of the operation of the way of heaven is another level, such a character, I am afraid that all of them are university scholars, the power of suppression, the strength of morality, it is impossible to appear in the biography of some chivalrous men in the previous life who did not know big characters, that can only be called a martial artist. ”

Wang Qingyuan sighed, and even from the ups and downs of the three words on this plaque, he captured the wisps of hidden edge, obviously this first generation of peak masters were profound, and left their own sharp will between the lines, even if they were thousands of years apart, they were not completely wiped out by time.

Walking into Ziwei Palace, Wang Qingyuan couldn't help laughing, because the fat man Qingyu had a big white cloth towel on his head, a long-handled broom in his hand, and the Taoist robe was taken off and wrapped around his waist, revealing a snow-white lining.

"Dog's day's miscellaneous house, fucking Jinghe old miscellaneous hair! Quiet his grandmother's river! Dip the river! Dip the pig cage!"

Not far away, Qingliu wiped his sweat beads helplessly, shook his head at Wang Qingyuan, who walked in, smiled bitterly, and said, "It seems that it is not as simple as imagined." ”

took a broom, and Wang Qingyuan also joined in.

Raising his foot and stepping on a few weeds that had slipped through the net, Wang Qingyuan buried: "It's the miscellaneous room that refuses to send people." ”

Flicking off a piece of soil slag on the robe, Qingliu said in a deep voice: "Each peak has its own land and income and expenditure, if you want to employ people in the miscellaneous service room, you have to collect money and spend silver, or my Ziwei Peak will open up the miscellaneous service room by myself, and gather the disciples of the outer courtyard who have passed the age limit to settle in and wait for the dispatch."

The crape myrtle palace is dilapidated, it has been silent for too long, there are weeds and stones everywhere, if it was at its peak five hundred years ago, there were dozens or hundreds of miscellaneous Taoists sprinkling and sweeping three times in the morning, noon and evening every day, the ever-bright lamp was not extinguished, and the agarwood in the beast's head copper tripod filled the entire crape myrtle peak.

For a whole morning, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them only cleaned up the Ziwei Palace, plus some ruins and broken walls that needed to be repaired, the palace was empty, and they also needed to purchase various cases, incense burners, futons, etc., many miscellaneous things, which were not at all something that the three of them could be busy with.

"Fuck, quit!"

At noon, the fat man threw down the broom and sat on the stone steps in front of the crape myrtle hall, his face was gray, the snow-white lining was already black and gray, his clothes were open, and he was sweating all over his body, in this winter, it seemed to be a big steamer.

"Three palms, palms, this is your lunch. ”

A handyman came in with a bamboo basket and placed it next to the pile of weeds, his eyes were full of strange colors, it seemed that it was very unfavorable to call him so, and after sweeping a glance at Wang Qingyuan and the others, he quickly turned around and left.

With a gloomy face, looking at the back of the miscellaneous Taoist who seemed to be fleeing, the fat man was about to speak, but was held down by Wang Qingyuan with one hand, and said: "Since he doesn't send charcoal in the snow, he naturally doesn't need icing on the cake in the future, power can create everything, we must first strengthen our own bodies, if you and I all build a foundation, I think there will be some changes." ”

Putting down the broom, Qingliu also muttered: "Yes, now it goes on like this, it's not a way, you and I still have to practice, this must not be delayed, only let go of everything in the palace first, wait until you and I build the foundation, and then raise money, but unfortunately, five hundred years ago, my crape myrtle peak sat on two hundred acres of fertile land, planted with tiger tooth rice watered with the blood of the demon tiger, a pound of tiger tooth rice is equivalent to one or two snowflake silver, at that time silver is like water, there was no worry at all." ”

"There is no basis for empty words, when the peaks were divided, the palace was empty, and five hundred years of water flowed, if you want to flow back, I am afraid it will be difficult to make the trip. ”

Wang Qingyuan shook his head, five hundred years have passed, and one hundred years is a generation of spring and autumn, not to mention the reincarnation of five generations, it has long become a confused account.

took the bamboo basket and opened it, and there were three bowls of hot demon bear broth inside, but Qingliu knew that after leaving the outer courtyard, these bloody silver coins were counted on their crape myrtle peaks, and in the miscellaneous room, there was even a special account book, on which the expenses were clearly recorded.

These, after their crape myrtle peak reopened the mountain gate, they had to be liquidated one by one, and they would start to hand in the annual certificate again.

In the Xuantian Dao Mountain, the nine peaks have their own fertile fields, and the surrounding counties and towns of Xuantian Dao also have their own industries, such as incense shops, Taoist temples, etc., every year, there is a fixed income to be handed over to the sect for the operation of the sect, and the selection and training of disciples.

Really entered the first peak, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them all felt the pressure on their shoulders, many affairs, the operation of one vein, the name of this palm peak is not just status, it is as simple as understatement.

......

When the demon bear broth entered his abdomen, Wang Qingyuan only felt that his whole body was full of qi and blood, as if he had swallowed a flame, and his limbs and hundreds of bones became hot.

This is a demon beast in the wilderness that is more powerful than the demon tiger, a demon bear, and even barely able to fight two demon tigers.

Posing on the seventh layer of the boxing frame of "Xuantian Gong", Wang Qingyuan's movements are soothing, and he looks soft, but when he falls into the eyes of Qingliu and the two, he is a little more dignified, in the outer courtyard, the strong man is like a cloud, don't look at Wang Qingyuan's movements now, once he exerts his strength, he will immediately turn to strong strength, which is clearly what the comprehension of Tai Chi Yin and Yang can only be done when it reaches a certain level, that is, both of them are far from it now.

After a few fist fights, Wang Qingyuan felt that the bones of his whole body were numb, and the blood and qi penetration had gone further, and the marrow blood became more viscous, but compared with the previous effect of building a furnace with the help of seven people's qi blood fists and forcibly refining, it was much worse.

After practicing boxing a few times, Wang Qingyuan meditated again, and woke up after less than a stick of incense, he was in good spirits, his eyes were shining, and the fat man was dumbfounded.

"Meditate on a stick of incense, settle down, you're settled!"

The corners of Qingliu's mouth twitched slightly, and he was a little speechless, meditating and meditating, teaching the method naturally, adjusting himself to integrate with the four directions of heaven and earth, so as to nourish and restore the spirit with the help of the power of heaven and earth in the underworld, speed up the absorption of blood and qi by the body, pranayama, concentration, turtle breath, congenital, and divine light.

Because only after giving birth to vitality, seeing the subtle knowledge, can the grasp of the flesh and blood be whipped into it, and there will be a foundation for entering the concentration.

Of course, it is not without exceptions, there have been several disciples in the outer courtyard of Xuantian Dao who are familiar with the three hundred volumes of the Taoist scriptures, cultivating the Tao since childhood, teaching the law naturally, and also entering the Dingning God before the foundation is built, coupled with extraordinary understanding, after the age of fifteen, the practice of "Xuantian Gong" has advanced by leaps and bounds, and in just a few years, it has successfully built a foundation, and has been contested by the peaks, and has been accepted into the door, becoming a disciple.

"Unexpectedly, the two of us have been in the outer courtyard for several years in vain, but I am ashamed to ask Qingyuan you for advice at this time. Qingliu couldn't help but shake his head.

"The sages are not ashamed to ask, we are not even as good as a sage on one toe, what is there to be ashamed of?"

The fat man Qingyu rolled his eyes and said, such a metaphor made Qingliu glare at him fiercely, and from the mouth of this fool, there was never a good word.