The north wind swept the ground and the grass folded, and the snow flew in August. Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

It was in August, on the border of the Northern Desert overnight, heavy snow fell, Qiong Yao turned to the ground, and the mansion of Ling Zhi, the general of the Northern Desert in Xiangyuan Town, was in the Northern Desert City on the border of the Northern Desert.

Xiang Yuan southeast facing the Huaihai, northwest two sides surrounded by strong enemies, Ling Zhi 30 years ago by the Yuan Emperor entrusted to guard the Yuan Yuan north desert border, named the general of the north of the town.

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Early in the morning, in the study of the Ling Mansion, Ling Xiangyuan was sitting at the table, practicing calligraphy seriously.

He was wearing a brand new leather jacket, his eyebrows were clear, his body was strong, his white cheeks were slightly red from the cold wind, and he was holding an ink pen in his hand, writing something.

In the study, the four walls were full of calligraphy and paintings, the bookshelves were full of books, half of the windows were pushed open by him, the heavy snow fell in the courtyard, and the cold wind blew in through the windows.

Ling Xiangyuan's hand picked up and fell, and the four big characters of "Heaven rewards diligence" jumped on the paper, these four words were vigorous and powerful, rushing and elegant, rigid and soft, and there was a momentum of calligraphy.

"Compared to Qing Xuanzhe's words, mine is still much worse. Ling Xiangyuan sighed, got up and looked at a post hanging in the center of the study.

The post is a fine rice paper, framed extremely luxuriously, it reads: The liquor is newly ripe in the mountains, and the yellow chicken pecks the millet in autumn. ...... Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person.

This short poem, bursting with a wild and uninhibited meaning, the font is even more pretentious, like a dragon, like a shock, natural, with a sharp sword intent, the person who signed is the first calligrapher Qing Xuanzhe of the Yuan Kingdom.

This "Beijing Post" was originally left by Qing Xuanzhe to the first emperor of the Yuan Kingdom, and the first emperor of the Yuan State read Ling Zhi Zhenbei, so he transferred this post to Ling Zhi, and after several twists and turns, it finally fell into the hands of Ling Xiangyuan.

"Looking at the sword intent in this "Entry to Beijing Post", I know that Qing Xuanzhe's predecessors have cultivated to a high level, but unfortunately I am stupid and have not been able to cultivate to the ......realm of a martial artist for a long time," Ling Xiangyuan sighed as he looked at the font.

He started practicing martial arts at the age of six, and now he is sixteen years old, ten years have passed, but he can only step into the ninth heaven of martial arts, and his cultivation speed is so slow that it is 108,000 miles different from ordinary people.

Xiang Yuan is martial, and the martial artist cultivation is divided into five realms, which are martial apprentices, martial artists, martial artists, martial kings, and martial emperors. And each great realm is divided into nine heavy heavens, and each heavy heaven is very different from each other.

Martial apprentices, stimulate physical potential, martial apprentices can fight ten with one enemy in one day, with the power of five hundred catties, and so on. When he cultivated to the realm of martial artists, his internal strength turned into vitality, and he had just a glimpse of the martial arts cultivation path.

Four years ago, the Northern Desert Kingdom invaded in a big way, he had seen his father standing on the city wall and roaring to scare off a million enemy soldiers, his father was a martial artist, his strength was already so, as for other realms, it was even more unattainable.

Looking at the white expanse outside the window, he shook his head and sighed, there was little hope of entering the martial arts realm, his father asked him to enter Beijing next spring to take the exam, and he could only be a civil official in the future.

He wanted to become a strong man and prove it to his father, but it was a pity that he was stupid by nature, although he had his father as a famous teacher to teach him, but he did not have the slightest talent in martial arts, and his cultivation to the martial apprentice Nine Heavens was all due to his hard work.

He practiced for ten years, and only reached the Martial Disciple Nine Heavens when he was fifteen years old, which shows that his martial arts talent is weak, and he is inferior to ordinary people.

His father Ling Zhi was very disappointed in him, but he was unwilling to let him live a mediocre life, seeing that he had studied hard in calligraphy and painting, and had a little achievement, he was quite pleased, and was ready to let him enter Beijing in the spring next year, gain fame, and be a civil official, which can be regarded as an explanation to the ancestors of the Ling family.

Ling Xiangyuan sighed in the room, thinking of his father's disappointed eyes, and wondered why he was so stupid.

"Maybe that's destiny. ”

After a long time, he smiled slightly, laughed at himself, calmed down, and sat at the table to practice a poem made by Qing Xuanzhe.

"The demon man is bearded, Wu Goshuang is like snow, the silver saddle shines on the white horse, and the sassy is like a meteor. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. After the matter, the clothes are gone, and the merit and fame ...... are hidden" Ling Xiangyuan read aloud and wrote at the same time.

This is a song "Taoist Xing" made by Qing Xuanzhe when he entered the Northern Desert alone, he thought so, the moonlight covered the desert like water, a man in a white robe, holding a long sword, galloping in the desert on a horse, the long sword shot, ten steps and one kill......

Ling Xiangyuan is stupid, he only knows how to be diligent and hardworking, so he has no distractions, time passes bit by bit, the pen in his hand seems to have become a long sword, and he has become a swordsman.

I saw that his eyes were closed, and the ink pen in his hand was flying, as if he was sliding along some trajectory, and it seemed that there was a master in the dark, holding the ink pen in his hand, closing his eyes and dancing, chaotic but traceable.

Sometimes he pinched the sword trick in his hand, sometimes punched out his palm, sometimes quiet, sometimes moved, this static movement, one fast and one slow, as if implying the avenue of heaven and earth.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng ......"

As Ling Xiangyuan danced faster and faster, and his movements became more and more proficient, the "Beijing Post" hanging on the wall suddenly fluoresced, and the words on the post began to beat, as if they came to life, and there was a sound of gold and iron.

I saw that the pale white sword qi on the "Entry to Beijing Post" was vertical and horizontal, and the sound was endless, and suddenly these sword qi poured into Ling Xiangyuan's body.

Although Ling Xiangyuan had his eyes closed, his consciousness was very clear, he had no distractions, his consciousness floated out of his body, and he could clearly see his body dancing.

He was also aware of the abnormal movement of the "Beijing Post" on the wall, but he couldn't control his body, watching the sword qi pouring into his body, he couldn't resist, he could only watch the sword qi enter his body.

The sword qi entered the body, and the meridians and hundreds of points in his body were like millions of ants gnawing at them, and there was a look of pain in his eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Time passed bit by bit, and an hour passed, Ling Xiangyuan's body gradually stopped dancing, and his consciousness slowly took control of his body.

With a bang, Ling Xiangyuan fell to the ground exhausted, he was panting for turbidity in his mouth, the sticky and smelly sweat had already wet his clothes, and the cold wind outside the window blew in, and he suddenly felt a chill.

After resting for a while, Ling Xiangyuan sat cross-legged on the ground with his tired body propped up, and the feeling of ten thousand ants devouring his body slowly stopped, and there was an indescribable feeling of comfort in his body.

After the sword qi poured into his body just now, it flowed along his meridians and acupoints, and finally merged into his mind, forming a scripture.

Ling Xiangyuan didn't care about the fishy smell emanating from his body, and put all his thoughts on that scripture, which was simple, only a few hundred large characters composed of sword qi.

It's just that these words are all ancient characters, like ghost paintings, crooked, seven up and eight down, messily connected together.

Fortunately, Ling Xiangyuan is diligent and studious, and he also has a deep study of ancient characters.

"It's a good way, it's a very good way. The name is famous, and the name is not very famous. None, the beginning of the world. Yes, the mother of all things. Therefore, there is often nothing, and I want to see the wonder. Often, I want to see it. These two have the same name and different names, and they are the same mysteries. Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders......"

Ling Xiangyuan read the Qiankun Jue, and felt that it was somewhat similar to the Taoist "Tao Te Ching", but this Qiankun Jue is the key to the foundation of martial arts cultivation, and it is the only way for Taoist disciples to build a foundation for martial arts, and it is only suitable for martial apprentices to practice.

The scriptures say that the human body implies the avenue of heaven and earth, and martial arts focus on developing the potential of the body.

After Ling Xiang Yuanzai read it carefully, he was a little puzzled, martial disciples have always only had the strength of five hundred catties per heavy heaven, how could it be said in this Qiankun recipe that they can reach the power of one thousand catties per heavy heaven.

He thought quickly in his mind, but he didn't know anything about martial arts, how could a stupid brain understand these truths.

After a long time, he got up angrily, thinking that he was now a martial disciple of the Nine Heavens, and this Qiankun recipe was useless to him, just like chicken ribs, it was a pity to abandon it, and it was tasteless to eat.

Soon he calmed down and turned to look at the "Beijing Post" on the wall, the post had already returned to calm, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

He knelt by the wall, kowtowed three times to the post, and said stupidly: "The seniors have good intentions, but the younger generations have no blessings, thank you for the kindness of the seniors." ”

He thought that this Qiankun recipe was hidden in the "Beijing Post", since it was an opportunity left by Qing Xuanzhe's predecessors to his juniors, and now he has obtained this Qiankun trick, although it is useless, but at least it is the kindness of Qing Xuanzhe's predecessors, and he can't take other people's things for nothing.

After kowtowing, Ling Xiangyuan let out a sigh of relief, although he was stupid, but he studied the words of the article, he knew the grace of dripping water, and he should repay the truth with Yongquan, and secretly swore in his heart that if he was lucky enough to meet Qing Xuanzhe's predecessors in the future, he would definitely be grateful.

"What was that state just now?" After doing this, Ling Xiangyuan remembered the situation that Shicai's consciousness couldn't control his body, and he was puzzled in his heart.

He didn't know anything about cultivation, and wanted to go out to ask Ling Zhi.

When he opened the door, it was noon, a cold wind blew, and suddenly there was a fishy smell in his nose, and when he looked down, it turned out to be the sweat that had just flowed from his body. Just now, he focused all his energy on the Qiankun Jue, and then he suddenly felt sticky and smelly.

"Xiang Yuan, how did you make yourself like this?"

He smirked and was about to take a shower when his father's deep voice came from inside the courtyard.

A middle-aged man in a fox coat walked over to him with a cold face, the man was about forty or fifty years old, with a beard residue on his lips, and he exuded a killing aura in his gestures, the middle-aged man was Ling Zhi, the general of Peking University in Yuanguo Town.

Ling Zhi only has an only son under Ling Xiangyuan's knees, although Ling Xiangyuan is stupid and has no talent for martial arts, but Ling Zhi refuses to give up easily, and still teaches him to practice at noon every day.

On weekdays, Ling Xiangyuan came to the martial arts arena first, and today Ling Zhi went to teach him to practice as usual, and he didn't see Ling Xiangyuan after waiting for a long time, thinking that Ling Xiangyuan was contemptuous and snubbing, so he came to find him in person, but he didn't expect to smell a foul smell from afar, which seemed to come from the study, so he stopped by to take a look.