As the days passed, Zhang Zheng's daily life was cultivation and hunting.

The beasts within a radius of a hundred miles are his prey, and he never returns empty-handed when he goes out every evening.

The meat of the beast was kept to eat, and the fur was kept and taken to the Heavenly Snow City to be bought.

The monsters on the periphery of the Demon Beast Mountain are extremely strong, and few people can hunt them, so the price of fur is not unusual.

A fine tiger skin can be sold for a hundred taels of silver.

What is this concept? That's enough for the average person for ten years, and it's still priceless.

So in a short period of time, he earned more than a thousand taels of silver, but most of it was used to buy precious medicinal materials to assist in cultivation, and the rest was left to Old Man Zhang and the beggars.

These people were accustomed to begging, and when they had money, they were not willing to do anything else, but they repainted the river temple once, and each of them added two more clothes.

Zhang Zheng is unwilling to force them, this is the only way he can do, and it depends on them how to choose the road.

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It's a new day, the morning dawn is coming, and the sky is slowly brightening from gray to white.

The snow stopped

The clouds in heaven dispersed

A golden sun slowly rose, and the glow was endless.

Old man Zhang woke up from his slumber, turned his head, and found no trace of the young man.

"This kid has gone to practice again. After a few months, he vaguely knew that Zhang Zheng was not an ordinary person.

It is unusual for a seven or eight-year-old child to be able to fight wild beasts at will.

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A group of beggars woke up one after another, and while the bonfire was still warm, they cooked some food, and more than twenty people gathered around to feast.

Where is this the life of a beggar.

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After breakfast, the beggars hurried along the trail towards the Heavenly Snow City, thirty miles away.

Old man Zhang was also among them.

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The Qingshui River Temple is seven or eight miles to the north, and there is a wide canyon.

On both sides are huge mountain peaks towering into the sky, like two giant swords, which are so breathtaking that even if you look up, it is difficult to see the peaks coming out.

The entrance to the valley is small, and the further you go inside, the bigger it gets, and it's hard to see the edge at the back.

The huge mountain peaks block out the sun, so the valley is covered with snow all year round, and the majestic cold air gathers at the valley floor, forming a biting mist, which is extremely terrifying.

This is a forbidden area for humans, ordinary people can't live at all, even if it's a beast, only the kind of extremely hardy can survive.

"Roar", a huge body sprang out of the snow, it was a white bear, chasing its prey.

Although it had cleared, it was still a little dark in the valley, and the fog blurred the vision, and it was not clear to see from a distance of 100 meters.

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"Click", a small sound sounded, but it was quickly blown away by the cold wind.

"Whew, it's cold. ”

The sound of crisp footsteps continued, and pieces of ice were crushed and turned into powder.

It was a young man who spoke, with a young face, angular eyebrows, six feet tall, wearing a black samurai suit, and the muscles of his body bulged high.

The boy was carrying a slender wooden knife on his shoulder, flashing with a black luster, faintly revealing a hint of scarlet, and as the boy walked, a huge murderous aura and bloody smell came to his face.

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"This ghost place is simply a holy place for cultivation. This young man was naturally Zhang Zheng, feeling the cold on his skin, he sighed.

The blood veins under the skin are constantly flowing faster, so that enough heat can be generated to fight the cold.

This is the instinct of the body, and with it, the qi and blood continue to grow stronger in the confrontation, and even the body and strength are growing.

Zhang Zheng could feel that with the help of a steady stream of beast flesh and blood and medicinal materials, his body's qi and blood had skyrocketed several times, and his strength should be half of that of the peak of his previous life.

This is the benefit of the high martial world, a higher starting point, and a more surging heaven and earth vitality.

You must know that in his previous life, he had been cultivating penance, and his current body was only eight or nine years old, and he had only cultivated for more than a few months, but he could withstand half a lifetime of penance.

How unfair the way of heaven is.

But this also indirectly shows that his physical talent is not bad.

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After walking from the entrance for almost half an hour, across the small half of the canyon, Zhang Zheng stopped at a cliff.

It is 100 feet high, and the surface is full of ice.

"Bang" He flipped his palm, and the slender wooden knife plunged straight into the hard rock.

The day's cultivation begins.

In this world, martial arts are prosperous, and it is easy for martial artists to gel their internal qi and cut gold and jade.

Internal qi is the qi in the body, also known as internal force.

This has always been his dream, so most of Zhang Zheng's cultivation time is spent carrying qi and blood, polishing his body, and looking for qi.

Only a small part of the time is spent cultivating the sword technique, which is not because he does not attach importance to the sword technique, but his comprehension of the knife has reached a very high level.

Who made the embroidered spring knife a low-martial world, unable to cultivate internal strength, only to polish moves.

If he wants to cultivate internal strength, he naturally needs a martial art, but in the past few months, he has not been able to contact a martial artist at all, so how can he talk about learning the exercises.

Cotton palms

This is Zhang Zheng's reliance, the Wudang School's peerless learning, itself is a method of cultivating internal strength and strength.

In his previous life, he had already cultivated the Mianzhang to the fullest, and in this life, he started from the beginning, and he made rapid progress, and he was able to check and fill in the gaps, and go to the next level.

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"Huhu" Zhang Zheng stretched out his hands, his palms swinged, bringing a trace of breeze, and the palms of his hands were returned to his chest, forming a trend of yin and yang, one defense and one attack.

Mianzhang is the masterpiece of Wudang, implying yin and yang Taiji, its shape is like defense, its marrow is attack, and the momentum of Mian is like a surging river, and there is no break.

Under the palm of his hand, he can't see it on the outside, but he is shattered on the inside.

The main point flashed through his mind, and then he put all his thoughts away, and his whole mind fell completely silent.

When the mind is calm, the qi is self-reliant

The mind is not calm and self-disturbed

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Zhang Zheng leaned out with his right hand, chasing clouds and cranes, and his five fingers slapped the air, silently, without a little wind sound.

The left hand flipped, grabbed the dragon and lifted the crane, like a stroke of genius, and the powerful force burst the air in front of him, making a loud "boom" sound.

One yin and one yang

With the wave of his hands, the air was invisibly pulled and gathered in front of him, and the cold air went berserk, like a docile lamb, well-behaved and obedient.

"Huhu", exhaled a breath of hot air heavily, the light in Zhang Zheng's eyes skyrocketed, on his arms, the green tendons skyrocketed, and his hands were like iron rods, but they were like a boneless rag.

It's a strange feeling to move with the wind, but it can pull the wind to move.

He carefully comprehended the feeling, as if every wisp of air was under control.

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The external qi communicates with the internal qi, so as to find the qi in the body, and the internal force can be condensed.

This is what Sword Immortal Qinghe said.

At this moment, he seemed to have comprehended the meaning of this sentence, he had been able to grasp the external qi within a radius of three feet, and then as long as he could communicate with the inside and outside, he would be able to cultivate the true internal force.

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There are no years of cultivation, and as the day passes, the sky gradually darkens.

"It's time to go back. ”

Zhang Zheng muttered to himself, then dispersed his palm, lifted his long knife, and walked towards the outside of the valley.

There was a fierce aura emanating from his body, and the top of his head was steaming.

The huge flow of qi and blood brought majestic heat, and his body was like an oven.

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Rising in the morning and returning late at night, cultivating day after day, and constantly killing, Zhang Zheng's control of qi became more powerful.

He could faintly feel the qi in his body stirring, a feeling that he was about to come out.

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It's still that valley

The cliff

The knife

The black-robed young man kept waving his palms, each palm was different, or furious, or silent.

Sometimes it's like a summer rain

Sometimes it's like a spring breeze

The beasts around them were far away, and those that came near were dead and became food for their mouths.

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Zhang Zheng kept cultivating the palms, and every time he had a different understanding.

I don't know how long it has been.

"It's not close. He paused, thinking.

The qi in his body has reached the extreme, and he is only a little short of being able to communicate with the external qi and become one with the inside.

After a while, Zhang Zheng waved his palm again, and the qi and blood in his body were transported to the extreme of speed.

Flushed

The blood veins swell

Like an angry beast, he roared angrily, "Open it for me", and a powerful force poured into his body, and his whole body was slammed, and then a tingling sensation came to his mind.

A soft sound of "pop" came from the dantian, as if something had been opened, and a hot gas appeared in the dantian out of thin air.

"It's finished"

Zhang Zhengyi was overjoyed, it took so long, and finally he cultivated his internal strength.