Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 40

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The Qingyang Palace is dilapidated, it has been silent for too long, and there are weeds and rocks everywhere. If it was in its heyday five hundred years ago, dozens of Taoist priests would sweep it three times in the morning, noon and evening every day. The agarwood in it permeates the entire Qingyang Peak.

For a whole morning, the three of Su Qinian only cleaned [-]% of the Qingyang Palace. In addition, some ruins and walls need to be repaired. It's not that three people can be busy.

"Damn it, quit!"

At noon, the fat man threw down his broom and sat down on the stone steps in front of the Qingyang Temple. His face was ashen, his snow-white lining was already black and gray, his clothes were open, and he was sweating hotly. In this winter, he looked like a big steamer.

"Three palms, Zhangfeng, this is your lunch."

A Taoist handyman came in with a bamboo basket and placed it next to the pile of weeds. His eyes were full of weirdness. It seemed that it was not appropriate to call him this way. After he glanced at Su Qinian and the three of them, he turned around and left. .

With a gloomy face, he looked at the running back of the handyman Taoist, and the fat man was about to speak, but was held down by Su Qinian with one hand, and said: "Since there is no need to send charcoal in the snow, there is no need to add icing on the cake in the future, force can create For everything, we must first strengthen ourselves, if you and I all succeed in building foundations, there will definitely be some changes."

Putting down the broom, Qing Yu also pondered and said: "That's right, going on like this is not an option, you and I still have to practice martial arts, this must not be delayed, we have to put down everything in the palace first, and then come again after you and I have built the foundation. It’s a pity to raise money, but five hundred years ago, I, Qingyang Peak, had [-] acres of fertile land, all of which were planted with tiger tooth rice watered with the blood of demon tigers. A catty of tiger tooth rice was equivalent to a tael of snowflake silver. Never worried at all.”

"Empty words have nothing to do with it. Back then when the peaks were divided and the palace was empty, five hundred years of water flowed. If you want to go back, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do it."

Su Qinian shook his head, five hundred years have passed, one hundred years is a generation of spring and autumn, not to mention five generations of reincarnation, it has long been a mess.

After taking the bamboo basket and opening it, there were three big bowls of hot demon bear broth inside, but Qingyu knew that after leaving the outer courtyard, all the money for the blood food was counted on their Qingyang Peak. , and even set up a special account book, which clearly records the expenses one after another.

These, after their Qingyang Peak reopens the mountain gate, will be liquidated one by one, and the annual regulations will be handed over again.

In Wudang Mountain, the seventy-two peaks have their own fertile fields, and the counties and towns around Wudang also have their own industries, such as incense shops, martial arts halls, etc. Every year, a fixed income is handed over to the sect for the operation of the sect. , Select and train disciples.

The three of Su Qinian felt the pressure on their shoulders when they really became the master of the peak. Many affairs were running in one line.

……

After the demon bear broth entered his stomach, Su Qinian only felt his whole body swell, like swallowing a ball of flame, his limbs and bones became hot.

This is a kind of monster in the wilderness that is more powerful than a demon tiger. A demon bear can barely kill two demon tigers. In the martial arts world, even the seven-level foundation building skills cannot be resisted by a strong horse.

Putting on the boxing posture of the seventh floor of "Turtle and Snake Art", Su Qinian's movements were slow and looked soft, but in the eyes of Qing Yu and his wife, they were a little more dignified. They were in the outer courtyard, strong like clouds, they His eyesight is much better than that of the probation prisoners in Xiaoyao Valley. Although Su Qinian's movements are slow now, once he exerts his strength, he will immediately turn to rigidity. The result is that the two of them are far behind.

After several blows, Su Qinian felt his whole body's bones numb, his blood gas penetrated further, and his marrow blood became more viscous. Much worse.

After practicing boxing a few times, Su Qinian meditated again, and woke up after less than a stick of incense. He was refreshed, his eyes were shining, and the fat man was dumbfounded.

"Meditate for a stick of incense, get into samadhi? You got into samadhi!"

The corners of Qingyu's mouth twitched slightly, and she was also a little speechless. She meditated and practiced, imitating nature, adjusting herself to blend with the four directions of heaven and earth, so as to nourish and restore the spirit with the help of the power of heaven and earth in the dark, speed up the absorption of blood energy by the body, and adjust the breath. Generally speaking, for martial arts practitioners who have not yet established a foundation and opened up their dantian, no matter how deep they are in meditation and breathing adjustment, it is difficult to enter the five realms of meditation.

Because only after the true qi is conceived, can one see the subtleties, and grasp the qi and blood of the physical body penetratingly, and have a foundation for entering concentration.

Of course, there are no exceptions. For example, in the Wudang Outer Academy, there are several disciples who are familiar with the three hundred volumes of the Taoist scriptures. After the age, the practice of "Turtle and Snake Art" has been advancing by leaps and bounds. In just a few years, the foundation was successfully established, and was competed by various peaks, and he was accepted as a disciple.

"Unexpectedly, the two of us have spent several years in the outer court for nothing, and now I have to ask Qi Nian for advice. I am really ashamed." Qing Yu couldn't help shaking his head.

"Sages are not ashamed to ask, but we are not even as good as a sage's toe, so what is there to be ashamed of?"

Fatty Qingye rolled his eyes and said, such a metaphor made Qingyu stare at him fiercely, and never a good word came out of this idiot's mouth.

An hour later.

In front of Qingyang Spring, Qingyu threw the Qingyang Token, and in the dry spring pool, bubbling spring water suddenly appeared again. The cold air was like white mist, winding up and down, like a fairy spring, and like stars from heaven falling to the earth.

In the quiet but majestic Qingyang Palace, the fragrant fragrance enters the nostrils, which makes people feel at ease.

You can see handyman Taoists walking by, or cleaning, or carrying incense burners, or adding lamp oil, and some are transporting vegetables, melons and fruits. There are blood-red rice, bent like fangs, crystal clear and clear. Yu's eyes lit up, it was clearly the tiger tooth rice recorded in the Wudang Historical Records of the Cangjinglou.

In the heyday of five hundred years ago, when the oil was cooked over a blazing fire, even the disciples in the palace ate a tael of snowflake silver and a catty of tiger tooth rice. They didn't care how much the entire Qingyang Peak consumed in a day.

Su Qinian sighed in his heart, wanting to reproduce such a heyday scene, it is really not a month, two months, or even a year or two.

In front of Qingyang Hall.

Daoist Jiyuan stood tall, and the three young Taoist priests also stood in front of the hall, as if they had been waiting for them.

"From today onwards, the three of them will guide you, and you will practice on your own."

Master Jiyuan opened his mouth, his eyes were warm, he glanced at the three of Su Qinian, and calmly said: "Disciple of Zhangfeng, if the "Turtle and Snake Art" does not enter the eighth floor, it cannot build a foundation."

what!

The three of Su Qinian were all shocked, "Turtle and Snake Art" can't enter the eighth floor, so they can't build a foundation!

Fatty Qingye immediately grimaced, how could it be so easy to break through the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Kungfu", even if there are more than a thousand disciples in the entire Wudang Outer Academy, no more than twenty of them built their foundations with the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". People, from this point of view, breaking through the eighth layer of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" is not as easy as building a foundation. Some people even died when they hit the eighth layer of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". .

"Coward, come with me!"

Before the fat man could react, a big hand grabbed the skirt behind his head and lifted it up. Su Qinian was startled by the sudden change. He looked in front of the Qingyang Palace again, and unexpectedly there was a person missing at some point. A young man with a body like an iron tower and a simple and honest face looked annoyed at this moment, and strode away with the fat man.

"Put me down, fat bastard, I'm famous in my life..."

Snapped!

The fat man's voice stopped abruptly, and the young man swiped the knife, and the fat man fainted, his head drooped, and only the slight sound of breathing remained.

Like Su Qinian, he couldn't help but twitch his face, but he quickly fixed his gaze, because a figure stood three feet in front of him without any warning. (The first one is here, Heavenly Dynasty, Wulin, Aristocratic Family, Demons, People's Livelihood, this big drama is about to kick off, please recommend tickets, bookmark.)

(End of this chapter)