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After Yang Guo left the main hall, he only heard the thunder in his belly, and then he remembered that he had not eaten dinner yet. After he came back from Ma Yu, he first had a friendly exchange with the jade bees in the dense forest outside the ancient tomb, and then practiced a set of swordsmanship in the main hall of Chongyang Palace.

No matter what it was, it consumed a lot of his energy, and at this time, he felt that his chest was pressed against his back, and he was extremely hungry. He unwrapped the package, took out a piece of pastry and touched it, and as expected, it was already cold.

Yang Guo couldn't help but sigh silently, and said to himself: "Could it be that this is the New Year's dinner of my Yang Guo? God, you have to have a limit to joking, don't be so sad!" He shook his head and wrapped the package again, and returned to his lodgings listlessly with a feeling of hunger that was stronger than a while.

After a simple freshening up, Yang Guo sat down and ate a few pieces of pastries with hot water, and his stomach was finally less noisy. There were a little more things that happened today, and Yang Guo was a little tired physically and mentally, but he still barely lifted his spirits, and sat cross-legged on the bed with five hearts to the sky in the posture of practicing Xuangong, and did his homework every night.

The early practice of "Song of the True Dao" requires the assistance of hand and foot movements, so that beginners can easily find the sense of qi and feel the flow of internal qi in the meridians of the whole body. After half a year of daily practice, Yang Guo knew every key point and running route in his chest, and his thoughts were everywhere, and the internal force followed. At this point, the supporting exercise is dispensable, and it is only necessary to insist on the practice of Jinggong.

After Yang Guo practiced for a week, he only felt that a breath in his body was drumming and swaying, going down to the spring, going up to Baihui, and everything he passed was warm and melting, and the fatigue accumulated in the body was swept away like ice and snow melting. At this time, the strength of his internal qi was more than several times thicker than when he first entered the Quanzhen Sect, and it was still growing steadily every day.

The speed of internal force progress was so fast, but it was quite unexpected by Yang Guo, he originally thought that practicing the internal strength of the Quanzhen Sect would lead to a relatively slow entry. But thinking about it, Zhou Botong is also practicing the internal skills of the Quanzhen School, but he has already entered the ranks of the Central Plains Five Uniques when he was in his prime, and it is not surprising that he has such progress.

Of course, there are high and low exercises, but the more important thing is the person who practices it. Such a divine skill as Yiyang refers to, in the hands of Wang Chongyang, Ouyang Feng did not dare to step into the Central Plains for more than ten years, but when it comes to the big and small two martial brothers, they can only exert the power of third-rate internal strength.

Yang Guo practiced Jinggong for two hours, and without changing his clothes, he lay down and prepared to rest. Tomorrow morning, I will go to Chongyang Palace to practice swordsmanship, and I must be very energetic, and I can't leave the impression of laziness. As soon as he turned around, he felt that there was a hard object on his chest, and he reached into his arms and touched it, but it was the small porcelain bottle that Grandma Sun gave him.

He placed the porcelain vase in front of his eyes and looked at it through the faint moonlight outside the window. The porcelain vase is only two inches long, with a thin neck and a round body, and there is no pattern on the surface. He carefully uncorked the bottle, and a faint fragrance like an orchid suddenly wafted into his nose, only to feel that the whole person's spirit was relaxed, making him dreamlike.

"This should be jade bee jelly, right? I wonder if it was loaded by the little dragon girl herself?" Yang Guo imagined a woman in white clothes with a cold expression, under Qinghui, the clothes were dressed, the lotus step was lightly moved, and with a wave of long sleeves, a swarm of bees danced around her, and her eyes flashed, and the flowers lost color for her, thinking about it, Yang Guo couldn't help but be stupid.

On the second day, Yang arrived at Chongyang Palace too early. After Qiu Chu ordered him to choose a long sword, he led him to a secluded and uninhabited forest.

"Guo'er, how do you think your swordsmanship is now?" Qiu Chuji did not immediately start to pass on Yang Guo's swordsmanship, but walked in the forest, as if asking casually, as if talking about homely.

Yang Guo followed silently a few steps behind Qiu Chu's fuselage, and he couldn't see Qiu Chuji's expression, and he was a little uncertain about his question, thinking: "Could it be that Master Qiu Bozu wants to test my level of modesty?" He didn't want to be too confident so as not to be arrogant, and he didn't want to be too modest and appear bold, so he found a compromise answer and said: "Guo Er thinks that although there are still many deficiencies in swordsmanship, there is no rival among his peers and brothers in the sect. ”

Qiu Chuji stopped, turned to look at Yang Guo, and said, "It seems that you are quite confident in your swordsmanship, which is very good, and it did not disappoint me." If your answer is just a humble remark, I will look down on you. ”

Yang Guo secretly called luck in his heart, but there was a puzzled look on his face, and he asked puzzledly: "Master Bozu, why is this? Isn't it good to be modest? Master Bozu has often taught children that people should be humble and benevolent, and don't have the heart to compete and win." ”

Qiu Chuji smiled faintly and said, "It's right to be humble, but if you use it on a sword, it will make the sword lose its edge." A swordsman with a sword in his hand, and a sword is everything, including the life of a swordsman. Once the enemy, if you send your neck to the enemy's knife, even if you can get away with your life, the sword in your hand will become a dead sword, and there is no hope of climbing to the peak of the sword in this life. ”

Yang Guo was shocked when he heard this, he always thought that practicing swords and being a man was a truth, only if the mind can tolerate people, the sword can cover everything. As everyone knows, tolerance is also compromise in disguise, and the sword is rather than bent. If you confuse the two, in the end it can only be a fool's dream, and practicing swords can only learn the skills of a good person.

Yang Guo no longer dared to regard Qiu Chuji's words as an ordinary examination, so he humbly asked for advice: "Master Bozu, there are thousands of people who use swords on the rivers and lakes, and the method of practicing swords is like the mud and sand of rivers, I don't know if there is the best way to practice swords?"

Qiu Chuji's eyes showed a slight look of appreciation, and said, "You can ask this question, which shows that you are indeed practicing sword with your heart." There are hundreds of disciples up and down my Quanzhen Sect, and many of them are talented and intelligent people who have worked hard and practiced hard, but most of them are practicing death swords. Although it is indispensable to practice swords, the rules and regulations are practiced according to the sword spectrum and sword moves, and what is used is only swordsmanship, which is thousands of miles away from real swordsmanship. ”

Yang Guo only felt a little dry mouth, couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and respectfully asked: "Please also ask Shi Bozu to teach me!"

Qiu Chuji shook the sword in his hand and shouted to Yang Guo: "Pull out the sword on your waist!" Yang Guo was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously pulled out the sword. Qiu Chuji shouted again: "Use your full strength to attack me!" Yang Guo's heart trembled, and he stammered: "Master...... Bozu ...... The disciple didn't dare to ......"

Qiu Chuji's eyebrows froze, the light in his eyes was terrifying, and he reprimanded: "Attack!" Yang Guo didn't dare to disobey, and stabbed Qiu Chuji on the shoulder with a sword. With a flick of his wrist, Qiu Chuji lifted Yang Guo's sword to the sky, and said angrily: "This is your swordsmanship?

Yang Guo's brain was hot, and he was suddenly aroused by the arrogance of his whole body, he silently picked up the long sword on the ground, and said to Qiu Chuji: "Master Bozu, then forgive the disciple for being rude!"

Qiu Chuji casually pointed out the three swords, and the sound of "ding" intersected with Yang Guo's long sword, and the sword was twisted, and Yang Guo's sword was twisted and flew out.

Yang Guo couldn't help but be stunned, he never thought that the swordsmanship he was proud of was so vulnerable in front of Qiu Chuji, and he was ashamed, and he could already hear Qiu Chuji say in his ears: "Being diligent in the sword is just the way to practice the sword." Those who use the sword should be sincere with the sword, only with the sword can they be proud of the sword, and only those who are proud of the sword can learn superior swordsmanship. You ask me what is the best way to practice swords, and I will give you a word today, proud!"

Yang Guo was like an initiation, and immediately knelt on the ground, and said convincingly: "The disciple has been taught." ”

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