After leaving Luolou, Bai Yi felt the terrible difference in strength, and he went into the deep mountains and old forests to drink stream water and eat wild fruits, and decided to retreat for a month. Although the White Ape Sword taught by Ji Pengzu could be cultivated to the level of the head of a faction, Bai Yi chose to give up, after all, it was not the Yue Nu personal inheritance, what he wanted to cultivate was the Northern Shen Gong and Ling Bo Weibu.

Xiaoyaozi said that the cultivation of Ling Bo Weibu can accumulate the energy of heaven and earth to summarize itself and enhance the cultivation of internal force.

When its own internal force is like a mountain and as wide as a lake, it can absorb the aura of heaven and earth in the dantian, and use the momentum of heaven and earth for my use. Xiaoyaozi said that he has been in the world for more than 130 years, and he has resisted space turbulence and cosmic rays alone, and realized the rebirth method of the Northern Underworld when he died frequently.

Later, in order to break through the void, he retreated in the outer universe for fifty years, and the improved Northern Spiritual Skill focused on refining the true qi, which could compress the true qi in the body without limit, and the power was comparable to the devouring power of a black hole.

The more Bai Yi came into contact, the more he discovered his insignificance, and the more determined he was to pursue the ultimate in martial arts and embark on the path of shattering the void.

This is a lonely road, but also a dangerous road, he not only has to fight with people, but also with the sky, although Bai Yi is a genius in the sky, but compared with Xiaoyaozi, Xu Linger and others, he is always half a step behind.

The cool breeze on the top of the mountain was swishing, the true qi under a big tree was scorching the air, and the white clothes were sweating profusely, and he kept compressing the strength of the Northern Snail in his body. The heart-rending pain kept sweeping in, the blood vessels in his body burst, his clothes were gone, his dantian was stirring like a thousand knives, he clenched his teeth, and kept compressing the true qi in his body with the Northern Spiritual Qi Cultivation Method.

Cultivating in this way of self-harm for three days and three nights, without sleep, without eating or drinking, with strong perseverance supporting him, the wooden chakra was running frantically, repairing his injured body functions, and he could clearly feel that the breath of the wooden chakra gradually became stronger.

The wood chakra can make the withered flowers bloom again, can make the barren desert grow green grass, can make the dry old well nourish the water source, it is the source of 'life'.

It was only because of the existence of the Wood Chakra that he could resist the domineering and ruthlessness of the Northern Darkness Qi Cultivation Method, and he compressed the true qi in his body to the maximum limit that he could bear, and his own qi became stronger day by day.

Seven days later, he stopped to drink some clear mountain springs, ate some sweet wild fruits, and practiced Lingbo Weibu.

He ran between the mountains and the branches, he raced with apes, tigers and wolves, he jumped into the river to swim with the fish, he raced with the birds in the sky, his figure became faster and faster, his footwork became more and more exquisite, and the true qi in his body accumulated more and more.

The earth chakra is becoming more and more active, the soil carries all things, collects all things, and the soil carries the four elements, known as the saying of "all things die in the soil" and "the soil is the mother of all things".

He appreciated everything that the earth carried, a small flower, a river, a piece of bluestone, he seemed to be one with the earth, and the vastness and richness of the earth deeply shocked him.

The moment he stopped, he found that he had been running for half a month, and he began to refine the true qi in his body again, constantly compressing the accumulated true qi. After the true qi in his whole body was compressed to the limit of what he could bear, he stopped all cultivation and sat under the tree and watched the sunset on the other side of the mountain, motionless for seven days.

He is practicing the Turtle Breath Gong, also known as Xuanwu Zhending Gong, this divine function makes you breathe less and less, can make the use of qi more subtle and ingenious, and can make you move and static in one, without the slightest flaw.

Xiaoyaozi said that after the cultivation of the turtle breath gong reaches the great completion, it can swallow the essence of the sun and the moon to refine the body, prolong life, and greatly increase the skill, so that the external breath will turn into the inner breath, that is, everything in heaven and earth is for me to absorb.

He had been practicing in the mountains for more than a month, and it was mid-May, when the sun was rising, and a teahouse on the road leading to Yangzhou was full of resting guests.

"Dr. Tea, come to a bowl of Longjing. ”

A swordsman wearing a sachet on his waist said that this person was Baiyi, he went to Yumi Township to inquire about the news, and knew that Ji Pengzu had already left Suyu Township with Rong'er, and Rong'er entrusted the villagers to say that if Baiyi returned to Yumi Township, he would hand over the sachet he had knitted to him.

He inquired about Donkey Dandan and Xiaofang again, but the villagers said that they had moved early, and also said that they were not originally from Yumi Township, they moved here half a year ago, and no one knew where they went!

Bai Yi sat on the teahouse, took off the sachet and sniffed it, the sachet exuded a quiet fragrance, which made people feel refreshed, Bai Yi knew that this was the spice that Rong'er collected little by little, and she sewed it stitch by stitch.

The first person to help him when he came to the rivers and lakes was Rong'er, she was the first person to treat him sincerely, and she was also his only close relative in the rivers and lakes, he originally had a grandfather on Haoling Planet, but what Mu Yunsleeve told him that night made him very painful.

"Hey, have you heard, Ao Bai is wantonly arresting the remnants of the Heaven and Earth Society in Yangzhou City, and Chen Jinnan, the chief helmsman of the Heaven and Earth Society, is seriously injured, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead!"

"Hmph, worship that rebel thief, the chaos is beyond the outline, it's really not a good death. ”

"Be quiet, let the people of the Qing court hear that they will be killed. ”

"Hey, there is a saying in the rivers and lakes that it is in vain to call a hero if you don't know Chen Jinnan in life, it's a pity! It's a pity that ......."

Yangzhou in the Northern Qing Dynasty and the Qinhuai River in Jiankang Mansion, which is the "area of smoke and moon in the Six Dynasties and the place where gold powder gathers" in the Southern Song Dynasty, are all places where famous families live, merchants gather, literati gather, and it is a paradise for fun and pastime.

In the Qing court's commercial tax, Yangzhou ranks first in the country with nearly 10 million per year, it can be seen that Yangzhou is prosperous, the white clothes enter Yangzhou City, all the rows of hundreds of shops, everything is complete, the size of the shop mat, densely packed, the houses are scattered and orderly, the carriages and horses come and go like shuttles, the traders are dense, the pedestrians rub shoulders, and can not help but sigh greatly at the prosperity of the Northern Qing Dynasty.

The white clothes walked for a while, came to Zhongwa, Zhongwa is more mixed, there are goods and medicines, Taoist priests who sell hexagrams, singing songs and setting up sheds, wine shops, tea shops, turning this street is famous all over the world, there is a "garden of prosperity, a in the world" reputation of the slender West Lake.

He stepped on the twenty-four bridge, looked at the playing princess, and inexplicably thought of He Yurou in his heart, and a melancholy mood permeated his heart, thinking of Jiang Kui's song Yangzhou slow.

He chanted softly: "The twenty-four bridges are still there, the waves are swinging, the cold moon is silent, reading the red medicine by the bridge, who is born every year? Who is the red medicine by the bridge blooming for every year? Who is it waiting for?"

After walking through the 24th bridge, you will come to the Mingyufang on the bank of Yangzhou Slender West Lake, Mingyufang is the place where the famous prostitutes of the Qinglou gather.

Bai Yi walked through a street and walked into an inn with red gardenia lanterns hanging at the door of the house, and a bewitching woman greeted her with a smile, and puffed up her chest and said: "Yo, this son is so handsome, it turns out that he is so good!"

The white clothes frowned slightly, but they saw that the inn in front of him was full of spring, the lanterns and candles were shining, and there were more than ten women in heavy makeup and spicy clothes smiling and waving to him with a smile.

Some Qiluo silk hubs, twisted silk are beautiful, fresh and gorgeous, and the misty eyes of the son-in-law linger among them, holding the woman in his arms, I am really unhappy.

"This is not an inn!"

The seductive woman straightened her breasts and said with a grin, "Yo! is still a shy chick? This is not an inn. ”

"Dare to ask, how to get to this Lichun Courtyard?"

When the woman heard this, her smile suddenly fell, and she shouted with a straight face: "Go, go, go! Come to me......"

Looking at the one or two pieces of silver handed over by Bai Yi, she immediately laughed and said: "I feel that this prince is going to Lichun Courtyard, which is a high-end club, and you can go to the west." ”

As soon as night fell, the courtyards of Mingyufang had been lit up, and the May wind blew with a hint of coolness, blowing the white-clothed shirts. Listening to the silk and bamboo orchestra and the laughter of drunken dreams and death, mixed with guessing orders, singing and drinking, singing and dancing everywhere, a peaceful and prosperous world.

As soon as the white clothes stepped into the Lichun Courtyard, an old bustard with a face full of meat greeted him, a handkerchief waved in his face, and the fragrant powder rushed to his face, and the old bustard smiled and said: "Yo, the son is really a dragon and phoenix among people!"

"Mom, do you have a tea fight?"

The old bustard turned around and shouted, "Chunhua, come and pick up the guests!", but said with a smile in his mouth: "Yo, it turned out to be Su Gongzi's honored guest, but there is this tea fight, and there are three or four days?"

The old bustard asked Bai Yi to sit down and brought him some refreshments, and a middle-aged prostitute in her thirties came over and said with a smile on her face: "Yo, this master is really young, don't look at Chunhua, I'm older, but I'm good at kung fu." ”

The white clothes squirted tea 'poof', and was about to talk to Wei Chunhua, when suddenly seven or eight salt lords walked into Lichun Courtyard in a big way. Lichun Courtyard suddenly made a noise, the women's exclamations, the men's muttering were chaotic, a few obscene turtle slaves squatted on the ground, the old bustard's face was shaking, chanting the Buddha's name, but the situation was quite grim.

"Damn, two days ago we helped the master come to Lichun Courtyard for recreation, where did you{ hide him?" scolded a round, scumbag-faced salt lord.

The whole sentence was scolded extremely seriously, but the middle-aged prostitute next to Bai Yi laughed out loud. The fat salt owl was furious, picked up his slap and called at the woman, and the white clothes instantly intercepted his palm.

The salt owl was beaten so that tears and snot flowed together, and after a few turns, he covered his cheeks, looked at the white clothes and shouted, "Damn, cut him for me." ”

Wei Chunhua giggled a few more times, and the salt owl sounded harsh and unusual, and shouted, "Slaughter this for me." ”

Suddenly, a child rushed out of the crowd and scolded in Yangzhou dialect: "You dare to beat my mother! When you go out, you thunder and thunder the sky, and your concubine's abalone has sores, which rot through your tongue, and pus and blood swallow your belly, and rot your stomach and intestines. ”

The fat salt lord was furious, and drew a big knife to cut out, the child was very nimble, jumping up and down, and the salt lord not only couldn't catch him, but also burned a lot of water on his face.

"Stop!" Bai Yi shouted loudly, and the entire Lichun Courtyard shook three times, so frightened that the group of salt lords fell to the ground.

"Fuck you, let you hit my mom. The child jumped off the table and stomped on the fat salter's fingers, screaming in pain.

Wei Chunhua smiled at the fat salt owl and said, "Uncle, I'm really sorry!", and then looked at the child and scolded: "Xiaobao, don't you come over quickly." ”