Li Chongyuan looked at it, his heart was ecstatic, and he stretched his arms hard, feeling that his arms were full of strength and did not have the feeling of soreness and weakness in the past, and he was extremely energetic, no longer tired and slack.

He gently stirred up his inner breath and found that the originally empty dantian had become extremely full. I couldn't help but use the Mixed Yuan Gong and Shura Gong to rush forward, but I found that the abundant internal qi only ran and flowed in the meridians in the body, but it rushed out of the body at all.

I tried it many times, but it was only a steady and powerful palm, but there was no trace of true qi stirring out.

I couldn't help but shake my head and said, "What my brother said is really good, this innate vitality is different from other internal qi. If you want to re-emerge from the rivers and lakes, you can only concentrate on cultivating the Xingchen Exercises. "Let's open the little burden left by Yu Zhenren,

In addition to a green shirt, there is only one book bound in green rattan paper thread, and this book is the Xingchen Exercise written by Yu Zhenren himself. He opened the book, and the handwriting on the first few pages of the book was vigorous,

Full of domineering, the more you turn back, the more peaceful the pen is, and so on the last page, every word is mellow and free, like the sun and moon. Obviously, as Yu Zhenren's cultivation deepened, his state of mind had entered the door of all wonders.

Since then, Li Chongyuan has lived at the foot of the Black Tiger Peak, and every day in addition to looking for the blue sycamore is to participate in the Xingchen exercises.

Time flies quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Lin Qingli has been living in seclusion in Kongtong Mountain for a year and eight months.

Compared with the first time she went up the mountain, she knew that when the uncles of Qingyun Dao went up to the mountain to worship, there would be a vicious fight. It was a big gamble for her, and the bet was won.

From now on, she can make a name for herself in the rivers and lakes, and if she loses the bet, she will die in Kongtong Mountain. It's not like she didn't weigh the risks carefully. But this crisis is also an opportunity for her, she has nothing,

She can't be without a home anymore, so she has to gamble, and she has to win, and her chips are Yi Jin Jing and the sword in her hand!

Now she is not worried about those self-interested uncles. Their martial arts are now insufficient, and they are not worth paying attention to at all, what she is secretly wary of is Han Qinghua, who knows if this person will come to take advantage of the fire.

She knew that Han Qinghua's best martial arts was swordsmanship, and the most powerful weapon against swords was also swords, so she worked hard to finally integrate the Yi Jin Jing into swordsmanship. At this time, she had already practiced her swordsmanship to the point that she had continuously split twelve swords beside a piece of bluestone, and the true qi stirred on the sword could shatter the bluestone.

Qingyuan sold the furniture of Kongtong Mountain, and even cut down many century-old giant trees, so he scraped together the silver to buy white silk and black cloth and utensils. In terms of etiquette, he didn't want these uncles to find any excuses, for this memorial,

The Kongtong faction gave almost everything to it. As for what the Kongtong faction will eat in the future, he doesn't think about it anymore, he puts all the treasures on Lin Qingli, Lin Qingli wins, and those things taken by the uncle will be taken back in the same lot; if Lin Qingli loses, then ...... Is there a future? No.

The uncles had already arrived half a month ago. But they did not go up the mountain, but rented an inn at the bottom of the mountain.

The third day of August. The sun has just risen, the weather in the early morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival is slightly cold, and the senior uncle Meng Mingda, Lao Xinyue, Cao Huabin, and Xu Jiahai Qiyu Xuanang led their disciples up the mountain, and there were many people from other sects who were invited by them to watch the ceremony.

There is no solemnity. It's like a creditor who goes up the mountain to collect debts.

Qingyuan led Qingyuan and they waited in front of the mountain gate early, and when the uncles saw Qingyuan, they just sang a big grin, and then swaggered up the mountain, Qingyuan's face turned pale. Without saying a word, he followed behind. The disciples brought by the uncle had no respect when they saw the master, and they all looked at him coldly.

When they entered the mourning shed, the uncles didn't even pay homage to the portrait of the ancestor, so they sat on the chair, and Qing Yuan only shook his head secretly when he saw it. There was a white-clothed showman who came with everyone, and this person was Du Xunqi, a hundred Xiaosheng in the rivers and lakes.

In the martial arts, Bai Xiaosheng is a very special identity, after the current generation of Bai Xiaosheng announced his retirement from the rivers and lakes, there were martial arts heroes who jointly elected a person who was brilliant and upright to serve as a new generation of Bai Xiaosheng.

As long as Bai Xiaosheng's identity is recognized by everyone, this person will have the privilege of entering and leaving the martial arts at will and hearing about all kinds of secrets, and he can be called the uncrowned king of the rivers and lakes. Bai Xiaosheng's job is to write a documentary of the rivers and lakes,

Truthfully record all kinds of martial arts secrets and sectarian disputes in the rivers and lakes and pass them on to future generations. Therefore, no matter where Bai Xiaosheng goes, the local martial arts heroes will hear the wind and move to meet Gao Ying, who doesn't expect him to write his own sect better.

But all the people who can become Bai Xiaosheng are unreasonable hard bones, they don't get oil and salt at all, you are good and bad. No matter how much coercion and temptation you have, you are still ruthless.

Those unruly heroes in the rivers and lakes can't do anything about him, because there is such a rule in the rivers and lakes: those who harm Bai Xiaosheng will be punished by the whole world.

Everyone knows that no matter how powerful your martial arts are, once you kill Bai Xiaosheng, you will immediately become a public enemy of martial arts, so wait for your family to be destroyed and die!

Even Yin Liji and others, who were murderous back then, were polite when they saw Bai Xiaosheng.

Du Xunqi carried the bookcase on his back, came to a quiet corner of the wall, took care of the bookcase, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the baggage, and wrote on the plain paper with a wave of the pen: On the third day of August in the second year of Jingyun, the heroes gathered in Kongtong Mountain to pay tribute to the people of Qingyun Dao.

Qingyuan walked to the chair in the center and was about to sit down, but his uncle Meng Mingda stood up and walked straight over and kicked the chair to pieces, Qingyuan almost sat on the ground.

Meng Mingda shouted: "You are not a good disciple, you still have the face to sit here!"

Qingyuan was on fire but didn't dare to attack, and muttered: "I don't know why Uncle Shi said this?"

Lao Xinyue stood up and said, "You still have the face to ask! What is this great Kongtong Mountain now being tossed by you? Are you worthy of your ancestors?"

Qingyuan suppressed his anger and said: "The disciple knows that he is only a shallow learner, and he also shirked in every possible way at the beginning, but the uncles forced the disciple to take over as the head of the ......" The words were not finished,

Cao Huabin sneered: "Hey, if you dare to accuse us of being elders?" We strongly recommended you to be the head of the sect at the beginning, but we wanted to give you a chance to carry forward the prestige of your master, but you are a dou who can't be supported! Now it's not ours!" (To be continued......)