The void and the heavens, there is nothing and nothing, and the insignificance is infinite.

Yuan Zhangzhuo's poem "Title Chen Suoweng Nine Dragons Playing with Pearls": "The scroll is still carefully sealed, but I am afraid that the wall will break through and fly into the air." ”

A "broken" word, you have to get a glimpse of this mystery.

Breaking through the barriers, the Void Divine Skill is an internal skill that has the courage to innovate and make bold attempts.

Or rather, whimsical.

This skill is also based on the breath and the qi of the dantian, but if you don't go through the meridians, you can't do it, you will gather and disperse, and it will rush to the barrier of flesh and blood, and break the barrier of the body. The sea is inclusive, and there is capacity, but the biggest is not the capacity of the utensils, but the circulation. This exercise is to transform the human body into a dantian, and the qi of heaven and earth penetrates from the pores of the skin. The qi of heaven and earth is inexhaustible, and the internal force is endless, just like water overflowing, always spitting out new and accepting the past, always continuing and persevering, and the unity of heaven and man.

It's easier said than done.

This magic skill is like Qingyunzi's Qingping swordsmanship, and the old man of the Netherworld is also joking.

Again, the truth is that no one has been able to do it for thousands of years.

I'm afraid that the two of them may not be able to practice one of them, a set of swordsmanship and one exercise, just a thought.

What's more, this exercise is only a few fragments, with a beginning and no end.

Xue Wanli Xue Daxia can only show one problem with it: he is a martial arts wizard.

Daoist Fang is also a martial arts wizard, and now he is also practicing this divine skill, so what?

It seems that it is, and it has been practiced!

Just look at Daoist Fang's excited look.

Daoist Fang said excitedly: "Okay, now, are you satisfied?"

Su Dao Chang nodded and said with relief: "Sure enough, it turns out that the two internal skills really can't be practiced together." ”

Fang Dao was extremely morale: "You all know, why didn't you say it earlier!"

Su Dao Chang smiled and said, "If you can't succeed, you have to try it to know, right?"

In a few words, you can see the clues.

The truth is, it didn't work.

Not only did he not practice, but at this time, the internal chaos of the Daoist was useless, and the already weak martial arts were completely abolished. Three Halal Jian, Void Divine Skill, both of which Fang Yin has practiced. At this time, there were two true qi in the dantian, one was warm and peaceful, the other was domineering and fierce, tangled and entangled. As a result, the qi of Yuqing cannot enter the meridians, and when it enters, it is like a knife and an axe, and its pain is unbearable;

It's scrapped, it's scrapped, I was supposed to make a big progress, but I didn't expect it to return to its original form, and Daoist Fang's martial arts at this time are probably not even one hundred and eight. This is also thanks to Daoist Fang who saw that the situation was not good and resolutely gave up his cultivation, otherwise, it would be even worse. Daoist Fang is an experiment, an example of failure. The hateful old Taoist later said that his master had also practiced these two internal skills at the same time like Daoist Fang.

"What happened to the result?" Daoist Fang still had a glimmer of hope at that time, and asked stupidly.

Su Dao Chang sighed for a long time, looked at the sky and the clouds, and said with great regret: "Crazy." ”

Daoist Fang also went crazy and made him mad.

It was a cold and snowy day, and the sky and the earth were discolored. Thick, dark clouds like lead were piled up in layers and endlessly overhead, overwhelming people to breathlessness. In this kind of ghost weather, two wild roads in the mountains, one madman and one neurotic, are sitting in front of the house, still drinking and admiring the snow. Only after drinking, Daoist Fang had a headache, his brain swelled, and his tongue was so big that he drank! Drink! Drink! Drink! Just want to get drunk and rest, just drink to death!

In any case, Daoist Fang was a generous person, and he did not put the idea of slashing him to death with a knife into action: "I, I don't understand, you, why don't you die, die?" The chief of the dormitory looked at it for a long time, and drank it all.

Yes, the chief of the dormitory is living happily and does not want to die for the time being.

It's fun to base your happiness on the pain of others.

It's like drinking.

This is a fight for wine, and Daoist Fang is completely defeated.

Seeing that he was drunk like mud and like a dead dog, the chief of the Su Dao still felt a little pity for him. This is a poor person, pitiful, pathetic and ridiculous, plus this matter Su Daoist also felt that what he did was a little unauthentic, so he said: "You don't have to worry, I have a way to make you cultivate both kinds of internal strength, do you want to listen?" Su Dao Chang nodded, and said: "You should cultivate one first, only store the dantian, and when its strength is great, it will be strong to resist the weak, or travel meridians or scatter the body, such as water rolling mud and sand or such as ......."

"You're sick, you're sick, I don't believe you anymore, I don't believe you anymore, uh! you!" Daoist Fang buried his head deep and muttered. Su Dao Chang took a sip of wine, shook his head and sighed: "You don't understand, when my master practiced this Void Spiritual Skill, the Three Pure Truths had already cultivated to the Taiqing Realm. With the truth as the cornerstone and the emptiness as the sharpness, he broke through the realm of Taiqing in one fell swoop, and then then, well, just. "It's gone, it's crazy, Su Dao Chang's brows are tightened, and he doesn't seem to be able to figure it out.

"Huh-huh-" Daoist Fang's wine was already in his heart, and he was drunk to death.

The chief of the dormitory was pondering, thinking very seriously. This is a difficult problem in martial arts, a big problem. Can two different exercises be fused into one? Tao gives birth to one, life to two, two to three, and three to all things. All laws are one, and vice versa. This is not exactly the truth of martial arts, this is the truth of everything, and it is incomprehensible to think about it, so that Su Dao Chang has been thinking day and night recently, and he can't sleep. And the reason why the Su Daoist would think hard about this question was because of Daoist Fang.

For martial arts, Su Dao Chang is not without interest. The key is that there are too many things that Su Dao Chang is interested in, so that his martial arts have been shelved for a long time and are abandoned. It was because of Daoist Fang that Daoist Su gathered these thoughts again many years later, and thought about it carefully to find a solution. Daoist Fang is an experimental subject, but Daoist Su has no intention of harming him, and Daoist Su will not joke with him about this matter, it is indeed for his good.

Su Dao Chang picked up the roll of hemp paper that had been thrown on the ground, unfolded it, and looked at it carefully.

There is another way, the easiest way, and the chief of the Su Dao should try it himself, just like him. Su Daochang's internal strength is in the Shangqing Realm, and it has been like this for decades. It's gratifying to be successful, but it doesn't matter if you fail, that's what Su Dao Chang thinks. Of course, this is for Fang Yin, whether this or that is good, it is simply dispensable for the Su Dao Chief. As far as martial arts are concerned, Su Dao Dao is not a master, Su Dao Chang wants to build Fang Daoist into a real master.

When it comes to masters, one hundred and eight comes.

Of the people, of the people, one hundred and eight rode on one horse, and five people and six lands came.

A moment ago, one hundred and eight sticks flew down and dusted off the snow with one hand, with a very masterly demeanor.

Don't talk, take care of yourself, sit down, pour wine and drink!

The chief of the dormitory didn't pay attention to it and let it mess around.

"Squeak! squeak!" "Squeak!

"Puff-" The horse snorted, as if angry.

One hundred and eight jumped up like lightning, nodded respectfully, and held the bowl in both hands high. The horse bowed down and drank it, and it was all gone. Pour another bowl. Another bowl. After three bowls, the horse stepped forward slowly, with his head to explore his arms, and to his neck. Su Dao Chang smiled slightly, and gently stroked the soft mane on the horse's neck: "Qingyun, really good." "One hundred and eight sat down, still feeling insufficient, and leaned over with a salivating face—

"One hundred and eight, you are also good. Wait until the chief of the Su Dao touches his head and praises him, and then he stops.

It's Qingyun, Qingyun is also here, Qingyun is getting more and more beautiful. The coat color is clear and blue, without a trace of variegation, the height is beautiful, the mane is soft and bright, the legs and neck are strong and long, and the four hooves are like four upside-down sea bowls, round and black and bright! Qingyun has grown up, Qingyun is still so arrogant, and the two big black eyes are very bright when looking forward to it, and under the experience of leading the horses to gallop through the mountains and fields all day long, he has a little more calm and bearing.

Although one hundred and eight is a master, Qingyun is a big master, one hundred and eight has recognized him as a big brother, not a brother is better than a brother. One hundred and eight is a clever monkey, and now he has led his men to move to Happy Valley. Brother Qingyun is a big backer, and after one hundred and eight saw it kick a jackal flying out of the way with one hoof, he immediately surrendered and set his heart on the ground.

The current world is the world of Qingyun, and Qingyun is the king here.

Of course, one hundred and eight is the second-in-command.

One hundred and eight is knowledgeable and interesting, and can pat on the back, so it's not strange to be a second. It is also necessary to pay attention to skills, for example, some people's sycophants do not need to be patted because there is no value in shooting. One hundred and eight glanced at the waste lying on the table with disgust, and there was some sadness and hatred for its misfortune. For this person, one hundred and eight is already speechless, he is not worthy of being one hundred and eight's friend, and one hundred and eight is no longer ready to be good with him.

Qingyun looked at Fang Yin quietly, as if he was thinking about something.

One hundred and eight has a bad memory, one hundred and eight is forgot, Fang Yin is good to it.

However, Qingyun has never forgotten, and the night when he buried the wind on that high hill.

With that dream, that longing.

I will not fall into Lingyunzhi in my life, and once I will step on the world!