Chapter 47: The Mountain Wind Blurs
Everything you see and hear is something you have never seen and heard.
Before going to Wudang Mountain, Xiaobai took the second pill, this time the refining time was one day shorter than the first time, and it was not as miserable as tossing him, except that he also emitted a lot of medicinal power, which made him very pity, only his skin was red.
The degree of vigorous refining of the true qi in the body has been many times that of before, and now with the true qi, with one foot, you can easily jump out of a distance of five or six zhang, and jump straight up, you can jump three zhang high.
At that time, Xiaobai looked for a time when no one was at night, and he showed off in the mountains behind the school.
Because he didn't adapt to the surging strength in his body, he couldn't adjust his direction and strength in time when he ran, and he broke many trees that were thick with sea bowls, which caused the campus to talk about it as a trick for a while.
And in addition to jumping high, there is no other use, originally he thought that he was better than a martial arts master, so if the nine days of Feng Wu's light skills can also be played, stepping on the branches and flying in the air, chic, watching TV series when I was a child was this impression.
As a result, he jumped to the top of the treetops and stopped for several seconds at the highest point, which was definitely longer than the time of a free-throwing object. But before he could be proud, he posed with a jade tree facing the full moon with his hands around his chest and smiling at the moon, and stepped on the branch that he had paid attention to earlier.
In the process of falling down in the claws of Zhang Yawu, Xiao Bai sighed in his heart, how could this cultivation master fall to a situation where even a martial arts master could not be compared.
Fortunately, the skin of the real qi body is rough and soft, and it didn't fall out of a good way.
It's not all for nothing after this toss, at least Xiaobai has a rough idea of his own ability, combined with the novels that he has read a lot, he knows that it's always right to be a man with his tail between his legs, so he has restrained the young man's proud posture a lot.
When I arrived in Shiyan City, it was the morning, Xiaobai first found a room in the hotel, took a short rest after washing, and went to Wudang Mountain.
All the way to the Fuzhen Temple, in the main hall to worship the Emperor Zhenwu, and then through the house of several eaves and corners, you will see the purpose of this trip - the scripture building.
The building is three storeys high, and the lower two floors are open to visitors, with a slightly modern bookshelves containing sets of Taoist texts. Xiao Bai glanced slightly, and then probed his divine sense to the third floor. What disappointed him was that most of the classics on the bookshelf upstairs were still Taoist classics, but there were more things like nourishing spirits, pills, and some martial arts cheats, but Taijiquan was not seen.
Come to think of it, it is impossible to put the secrets of the town school in a building that visitors can visit at will.
Xiaobai, who was slightly disappointed, had to pay close attention all the way to see that there were people on duty and tourists stopped. Not to mention, there are really some such places in this cluster of buildings. Xiaobai smiled knowingly, secretly remembered, and from time to time stretched out his divine sense to explore one or two, but on the bright side, he still followed the leisurely visit of the tourists.
All the way to the Fuzhen Temple of Taizipo, he bowed to the statue of Emperor Zhenwu devoutly, and after a few words of praise, Xiaobai left the public and walked towards the Feisheng Cliff that he had long admired.
For these houses with painted beams, he can not be interested, the Beihai and Summer Palace in the capital have been to several times, although the buildings of Wudang Mountain are distinctive, but in the eyes, to be honest, it is not the same.
Along the path behind the main hall of Nanyan Palace, it is not long to reach the Feisheng Cliff, compared to the Taihe Palace and the Golden Palace of Tianzhu Peak, the houses here are much older.
Maybe it has something to do with the terrain here, and it's really not that easy to repair. The sheep intestine path, backed by the cliff, facing the deep stream, the slightly flat place where the house is built is almost from the mountain recess, or there are no fences or anything, the mountain wind is howling, the forest is Xiaoxiao, and ordinary people do not have the courage to lean in front of the mountain rock.
At the corner of the side hall there is a small loft in the sky, the small building is all made of logs, the dilapidated walls are faintly cracked in the logs, and there are two small windows on the wooden wall facing the mountain stream, and the middle of the windows is separated by round sticks the thickness of a child's arm, these round sticks are not processed, but the kind taken directly from the tree.
In the middle of the two windows, a door was opened, and a wooden fence was enclosed in front of the door, through which you could clearly see the shrubs growing in the mountain stream at your feet, the turquoise river and the mountain wall that loomed in the fog more than 100 meters away.
A gust of mountain wind came and swept down on people with mist, making people tremble. In terms of this ethereal scenery alone, it is far beyond other places. But most of the tourists are in a hurry to pass through the building, and only a few will look at it by the railing. After all, the wooden building is suspended in the air, and I really can't appreciate this scenery without any guts.
This building also really looks seeping, all the transparent log floors and its old color, it is difficult for people not to think about the dangerous building.
Xiao Bai stood quietly in front of the door, looking at it with a strange look for nearly an hour, and when no one passed by, he stretched out his finger from time to time and touched it in front of him, as if there was an object in the empty void in front of him.
According to the habit, when Xiao Bai came to this attic, he extended his divine sense, and just poked out not far away, he found the strangeness of this door, and then gathered the spiritual power into his eyes, and at a glance, the original empty door in front of it was indeed different from other places, as if there was a transparent film, and occasionally there was a bright colored light flashing from the film.
But when he reached out, he couldn't feel anything, and he changed several directions back and forth, and the scenery he saw from the front of the door was exactly the same as what he saw elsewhere.
But this obvious weirdness is indeed true, and it can be detected after the divine sense and spiritual power are instilled, and Xiaobai's first reaction is to think of enchantment and prohibition. This is something that only exists in the story of a novel, how can he not be curious.
But after stretching out his hand and repeatedly probing, he looked at the cliff and deep stream with a drop of more than 100 meters in front of him, and finally did not have the courage and courage to go over the fence and try it himself.
It's not that I'm afraid of falling to death, at such a height, there are shrubs on the mountain wall, and Xiaobai has the confidence to fall into the river at the bottom of the stream unharmed. The key is this, you say it's okay to fall so high, everyone has to be surprised, and you have to be a strange report to the media for a long time, that's really famous.
Just when Xiaobai's patience was about to run out, and after lifting the boxer to infuse the true qi, he was about to punch head-on, the fog in the mountain stream rolled violently under the blowing of the mountain wind, and instantly filled the small attic into a misty one, and when the next gust of wind blew, the fog was washed away, and there was no trace of Xiaobai in front of the door.