There is no sun or moon in the ancient tomb, and naturally there is no way to detect the transition between day and night. Every time Zhao Yu woke up, his only pastime was to observe the dynamic changes of the flame in the lamp.

Soon after that conversation, when Zhao Yu woke up again, Yang Qingdi taught him an internal strength method, which was indeed seven or eight points similar to the qi cultivation method he practiced. Zhao Yu practiced to get started very quickly, and compared the two, he found that the internal strength and heart method of the Nine Yin True Scripture was much more cumbersome than his own qi cultivation method, and the small Zhou Tian of the internal force ran more routes of several Qi Sutras and eight veins.

Zhao Yu changed the mental method of the Nine Yin True Scriptures, and found that the internal force was much more refined and flexible than before, but the internal force operated more erratically by virtue of the number of births, and lost the natural meaning of Taoism upheld by many Taoists, and it seemed that it was deliberately pursuing treachery.

When Yang Qingdi taught the heart method to Zhao Yu, he said: "Although the internal strength of the Nine Yin True Scripture is exquisite, it has not yet reached the level of unique martial arts. You cunning boy, I'll have to wait for you to teach me the Sword of Chaos before I can teach you. ”

Although Yang Qingdi's accusation made Zhao Yu feel quite aggrieved, being able to obtain the complete Nine Yin Internal Force Mental Method had made him extremely happy, and he had long forgotten some unhappiness.

There is a method of self-healing and recuperation in the Nine Yin Heart Method, and soon after Zhao Yu practiced, the injury was almost healed, and his strength gradually recovered, so he no longer had to lie on the cold jade bed every day. It's just that the benefits of this cold jade bed are too great for internal cultivation, and Zhao Yu is reluctant to leave, and he can't wait to lie on it all the time.

With the assistance of the cold jade bed, Zhao Yu's internal strength is not an exaggeration to describe it as a thousand miles a day. This heavy blow had already made the surging medicinal power of the Great Return Pill accumulated in his body active, and he had obtained the complete Nine Yin Heart Method, coupled with the cold jade bed for cultivating holy relics, it could be said that the time and place were favorable, and Xiao Zhoutian's operation was becoming more and more perfect, and he was gradually about to reach a critical point.

He is not a person who keeps to himself, and after perceiving the defects of the Nine Yin Heart Method, he made an old mistake and wanted to correct it according to his own understanding, anyway, there is a cold jade bed, and there will be no risk of going mad. Moreover, his injured meridians this time were greatly strengthened, even if he really went mad, the meridians could withstand the collision of internal forces, which was not too dangerous.

Internal strength is the essence of martial arts inheritance, each hand-to-hand mind has been tempered thousands of times, the more superior the mind can be changed, the smaller the room for change, and even the slightest carelessness in practice will cause irreparable trauma. However, Zhao Yu has never systematically learned martial arts, and no one has ever told him this warning, especially if he is not afraid of going mad, he is very happy to change. Every day, when he is full of food and sleep, he thinks about it in the cold jade bed, but whenever he has a new idea, he immediately instigates the internal force to tamper with the running route.

The consequence of this was that the injuries that had already healed were sometimes good and bad, and he relied on his own vigorous blood and self-healing methods of the Nine Yin Heart Method, and he survived without any danger. It's just that when the internal force penetrates the uninfiltrated meridians, there will be heart-rending pain, but Zhao Yu only wants to practice the indispensable tempering of peerless martial arts, and he is willing to endure it.

This method of practicing the exercises has never been done before. Although the owners in front of the ancient tomb are all extremely intelligent, and they are assisted by a cold jade bed, they lack the opportunity for Zhao Yu to swallow the Great Return Dan. The most important thing is that his ignorant and reckless ignorance and courage, I am afraid that the world will not be able to find a second one.

In this way, the injury that was almost healed was delayed for more than half a month. It wasn't until Yang Qingdi felt strange and asked that Zhao Yu told him about his original practice method. After hearing this, Yang Qingdi was silent for a long time before pointing at Zhao Yu and gritting his teeth and saying, "You are tired of living, you are really tired of living!"

Seeing that she said it so seriously, Zhao Yu still spared his life after all, and only stopped this nonsense with pride. It's just that at this time, almost all the meridians around him have been penetrated, and even the most dangerous twelve canons in martial arts cultivation have not been let go! Now Zhao Yu can really be called the meridians that penetrate the qi around the body, and then when fighting with people, there is no need for many exquisite moves, as long as he rushes up, the internal force gushing everywhere around his body can frighten people into a hurry.

The practice returned to the right path again, and Zhao Yu was no longer good at lying on the cold jade bed to open his mouth every day, and finally walked out of the stone room.

The ancient tomb is like a labyrinth, and there are stone chambers with similar decorations as far as the eye can see, and one will get lost if you are not careful. After being led by the little maid named Xiaotang to wander around the ancient tomb for a week, Zhao Yu found that except for himself, the ancient tomb was all women. There are drooping girls, and there are gray-haired grandmothers, who seem to have strayed into his daughter's country.

These women are all dressed in white, and their expressions are cold and rarely change, and if someone who doesn't know the inside story breaks into them, they will definitely think that they are entering the real tomb of the living dead. Originally, he already felt bored in the stone room, but after walking around, Zhao Yu found that his mood was even more boring, and at the same time he wondered how these women could endure their temperament and waste their time in the ancient tomb day after day? Those older people were still down, and even Xiaotang, a female doll with a lively sex, was never bored.

"What's wrong with the tombs? you won't be hungry here, you won't be bullied, you won't be in danger. Xiaotang gave Zhao Yu an answer without hesitation, with a strange expression, as if he felt that Zhao Yu was too stupid to have such a question.

Zhao Yu felt that it was really difficult to communicate with these people living in the ancient tombs, and after thinking for a long time, he asked again: "You live here, you don't see the sun every day, and you can't see the scenery outside. And what about your parents, and the old aunts and grandmothers, their husbands and children, don't they remember it?"

"Xiaotang has no parents. ”

Yang Qingdi didn't know when he appeared behind Zhao Yu, and said in a low voice: "These people, all of them have no relatives, their families have died in natural disasters**, and there is only one left in the world." They no longer have any worries in their hearts, and they are willing to live in the ancient tomb and live for the rest of their lives. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Yu's heart was shocked, and his thoughts poured into a tide, thinking back to the women he had seen, although they were still alive, their eyes were dim. The living dead, the living dead, if the heart is withered, there is no love in life, it turns out that this is the living dead!

His chest felt like a mess in his chest, and he choked in his throat, unable to spit out or swallow.

Yang Qingdi sneered at the corners of his mouth and said, "Can't bear it? These women, many of their relatives died in the uprising of your Demon Sect. Not only here, but I also have many manors outside the ancient tomb, and there are many times more living dead there than here! You have caused so many killings, and where is the light promised by Mingzun?"

Zhao Yu's expression was lonely, but he did not justify that he was not a member of the Ming Sect. He exhaled this breath with difficulty, and said astringently: "To live is to live! Even if you have no relatives, even if you have no love, just living is a meaningful thing! No matter what, they are all one life, not the living dead!"

"Then you're going to tell them?" Yang Qingdi said again, she waved her hand, and let Xiaotang, who was confused, retreat.

Zhao Yu punched his chest, groaned in pain, and then said: "I will say it, but I will say it later, and I am not qualified yet." You'll have to prepare a few more estates, because there will be more and more of them in the future. Lang Lang Qiankun, after all, he has to be killed!"

Yang Qingdi stared at Zhao Yu for a long time, but he didn't retreat, Zhan Zhan's eyes met him.

After a long time, Yang Qingdi smiled, like the morning sun that drowned the last rays of starlight in the dawn, Zhao Yu was stunned.

"I'll wait!" she said.

"It's time to teach you swordsmanship. Zhao Yu said with a smile.

Xu is heart felt that this time Zhao Yu was immersed in the realm of mourning faster than ever before, holding the long-lost brush, and the spiritual platform was clear.

Yang Qingdi stood beside Zhao Yu, almost next to his shoulder, feeling that Zhao Yu's body exuded a much stronger sense of mourning than before, and believed that what he said was true, and he really integrated the penmanship into the swordsmanship.

Xiaotang wanted to see Zhao Yu's masterful swordsmanship, but he didn't expect to just sharpen ink on the side. While studying the ink, she glanced at Zhao Yu with slanted eyes, as if she was dissatisfied with his tricks. It's just that for some reason, I seem to feel a little uncomfortable, and the grinding action can't help but slow down, and the ink is not smoothed out for a long time.

When the momentum was built to the extreme, Zhao Yu naturally put down the pen, and he didn't realize that the pen was not stained with ink at all. His face was focused, the pen slowly shifted, and the hairs fell on the rice paper and stroked lightly, pressing out shallow marks. As he deepened his gestures, the traces became more and more obvious, gradually penetrating the back of the paper and falling onto the willow case.

Xiaotang opened his mouth to exclaim, but was covered by Yang Qingdi's outstretched palm.

This is not the first time she has witnessed the state of mourning, but it is the first time that she can put herself in the shoes of the change from shallow to deep, especially Zhao Yu can deliberately control the change of gestures, making this change slow and traceable. The willow case was brushed by the pliable hairs, leaving clear marks, but the traces left in her heart were much deeper.

When the last stroke was completed, Zhao Yu's wrist trembled, and then he heard a flutter, and the hairs on the end of the pen exploded and were deeply embedded in the wooden case.

"It's a pity, but in the end, I didn't catch it. Zhao Yu shook his head and said regretfully. Because he couldn't contain the sword momentum, he deliberately changed to a brush, and used all his heart to restrain the gradual changes in the mourning realm, but in the end it fell short. However, he didn't have much loss in his heart, this failure was something that had been foreseen for a long time, although his calligraphy was much more profound than his swordsmanship, after all, he had not yet reached the realm of Wang Youjun's ease. If you have no scruples and can vent with one wave, you still need some effort to fully master the gestures.

Yang Qingdi put away the wooden case like a treasure, knowing that this was the key to learning the sword of mourning. She saw Zhao Yu's final failure, her heart moved, and she said softly: "My great-ancestor left a copy of the swordsmanship experience, and I will send you to study it later, maybe it can help." ”

Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment before realizing that the "great-ancestor" she was talking about should be the Condor Hero Yang Guo, and couldn't help but wonder: "Yang Daxia's martial arts are all over the world, why does Sister Qingdi want to learn my Funeral Sword?"

"You say that everyone is the qualification of your wisdom and almost a demon! The realm of the great ancestor is too high, I can't start to learn, and your level of half a bucket of water is just right for me to learn from. Yang Qingdi choked him, and said: "And the great ancestor's sword momentum is unstoppable, which is not in line with my temperament." I'm going to learn another way of his technique, and the mood I need is quite in line with your state of mourning. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Yu was devastated by this. He couldn't grasp even one realm of mourning, but Yang Guo had realized several realms, and this gap was really frustrating. He couldn't help but ask, "What kind of palm is it?"

"Gloomy ** palm. ”

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