Knife splashing

Chapter 35: Divine Drum Cloud Thunder Sound

The movement was not big, just a flick of the wrist.

However, the effect was like an old bear rubbing against a tree. The thick trunk began to shake, the leaves fluttered, and even broken twigs fell.

"You...you have mastered the dark energy?!"

Sharifei stuttered a little, his eyes full of disbelief.

In this world, the characteristic of the peak Ming Jin is the trembling of the tendons and the resonance of the muscles and bones. Every move can mobilize the strength of the whole body.

When ordinary people attack, they don't know how to exert force, so at least half of the power they throw out will be lost. For those who have practiced martial arts for many years, the same amount of force can cause greater damage.

The human body has bones, which are connected by tendons and fascia, like a wooden mortise and tenon structure. It looks simple, but it is exquisite and stable. Only if you practice the structure and know how to exert force can you achieve this.

Ordinary people can basically achieve it as long as they train hard. It's just a matter of time.

When it comes to the dark power stage, the focus is no longer on bones, but on fascia.

Fascia is like a dense network that connects tissues throughout the body.

By stimulating breathing and creating internal and external resonance, the tendons can be made to contract and vibrate extremely quickly, which can increase the strength.

This is the characteristic of hidden power: the air film is bulging and the tendons are wrapped into a circle!

If you practice hidden power, even if the movement is not large, it can produce amazing killing power. Some masters can just hit someone lightly, and the opponent will vomit blood and die when he returns the ball.

The benefits don’t stop there.

The hidden power has many twists and turns, and the moves are more varied. Moreover, with the same lethality, the force used is smaller, and the fighting time is longer.

In order to develop the hidden power, in addition to natural talent, one also needs a master to listen to the power of the master every day and carefully study the changes in it before one can succeed.

This little tiger had no one to teach him along the way. Could it be that he has a genius?

Sharifei couldn't believe it, and then he was ecstatic. He whispered in his heart: "Don't show it before the ring. I will place a bet first..."

Li Yan nodded slightly, "Put some down for me, too."

Looking at Sharifei's excited old face, Li Yan was very calm.

This breakthrough in hidden power was purely coincidental.

He has been practicing martial arts every day over the years, regardless of the seasons.

But during the days when my grandfather passed away, I was in a daze and absent-minded the whole day. How could I have the time to practice martial arts?

If it were not for the Daluo Dharmakaya, even the newly-existing spirit would dissipate.

On the way to Xianyang, he began to practice martial arts again.

Maybe it was because of anxiety at the beginning that I acted like a madman and injured my muscles and bones.

But this time, there was something different.

After concentrating his mind, his perception of his body became more acute. Plus, with the protection of the Daluo Dharmakaya, he could concentrate his mind and practice at the same time without being distracted.

Originally, he had already reached the peak of Ming Jin, but his father had passed away and his grandfather was old, so there was no one to help him listen to the energy and guide him through the moves, so he was stuck at this level.

At the same time, concentrating his mind just happened to help him break through.

Of course, he had just mastered the hidden power and it was impossible for him to use it all the time. He was also not like those hidden power masters, who made every move seem effortless and used a variety of power.

But with the cooperation of Daluo Dharmakaya, the worst that can happen is that we can exchange injuries for each other.

Just one touch can cripple the opponent!
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This commotion immediately alarmed many people.

When Wang Daoxuan saw this, he was obviously relieved.

The reason why he cooperated with Li Yan was not just because of the other's nasal ability.

There was one thing he said that day and he did not lie at all.

Just the day before Li Yan arrived, he woke up from a dream in which he was haunted by an evil ghost.

In dream interpretation, this is called a ghost dream, which is an ominous sign. There is a sentence in the oracle bone inscriptions of the Shang Dynasty: Dingwei divination, Wang Zhen, many ghost dreams, no troubles?

You know, divination is a very mysterious method, especially when it comes to the more illusory fate, even masters of divination may not be accurate.

But people in the Xuanmen sect are different. After concentrating their minds, they are calm most of the time. If they see any signs, there must be something strange.

It’s a bit like the warrior who senses the coming of autumn before the cicadas blow.

After Wang Daoxuan got up, he was uneasy and went to divine in front of the statue of the ancestor, but the divinations he drew several times were all signs of reversal of bad luck and good fortune.

When I woke up in the morning, I saw a magpie carrying flowers to my door again.

This is divination, a good omen.

But he thought about it and made a few more divinations, but the result was very bad.

What Wang Daoxuan realized was that perhaps it was time for a turning point, and good and bad fortune were hard to predict.

So he wanted to go out that day, but he stayed at home and waited.

When he saw that Li Yan had the appearance of phoenix eyes and dragon pupils, he had already made up his mind. After some probing words, he found that the other party was worth making friends with, so he taught him the method.

Sure enough, things changed afterwards.

First there was a good thing, then there was a knife-wielding bandit, which was a sign of misfortune and fortune. Although he felt that Li Yan's decision to fight to the death in the ring was fine, he was inevitably nervous because the other party was young.

Wang Daoxuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Li Yan’s breakthrough.

Mr. Zhou, the head of the Chunfeng class, was also a little surprised. He looked at Li Yan's immature face, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, turned around and went back into the house.

He stepped on a stool and took an old wooden box from the closet. He blew away the dust on the surface, stroked it a few times with trembling hands, and then carried it out the door.

"This little brother Yan..."

Class Master Zhou asked, "Is there any method to practice the hidden power?"

Li Yan nodded and said, "My father passed it on."

If one wants to wrap the tendons into a circle with hidden power, one cannot simply practice martial arts. After all, one cannot train the fascia, let alone penetrate into the internal organs.

If you want to improve, you have to rely on another method of practice.

The thundering sound of tigers and leopards, the toad-fishing skill, the two sounds of hum and ha, the sound of cranes, the thundering sound of Taoism, the lion's roar of Buddhism, the thundering sound of big clouds... are all like this.

Although the traditions of each school are different, the principles are the same. The vibration of sound drives the fascia to swell and penetrate into the bone marrow and internal organs.

Hongquan also has a secret technique passed down, which is the Silk-piercing Sound.

A boxing proverb says: With each inhalation and exhalation, the air is like a thin thread, passing through the intestines and stomach, and the air flows through the meridians. This is exactly in line with the characteristics of Hongquan, which is as light as a feather, as heavy as Mount Tai, and hitting people is like pinching fire.

Just as he was wondering what this was for, Class Master Zhou picked up the wooden box, stroked it reluctantly, and said, "I'm sure Brother Yan can see that I've also practiced boxing for a few days, and learned the family tradition of Pi Gua."

"My kung fu is average, but my ancestors passed down good things."

"My ancestors came from Xianyang and learned to play the war drums of the Qin and Han dynasties. They were not only the drum kings of the time, but also well-known in the martial arts world. Unfortunately, they later made enemies and had to seek refuge in Huayin."

"My ancestor learned the Great Cloud and Thunder Sound from an alien, and combined it with the method of war drums to create this Divine Drum Cloud and Thunder Sound, which is a superior training method, so I gave it to you, little brother."

Li Yan was moved when he heard this, "This... is too precious, class owner..."

He had heard from his father that Dayun Leiyin was a secret teaching of Buddhism.

The Buddha said that the sound of great cloud thunder is louder than ordinary thunder sound.

The name is enough to prove that this method is extraordinary and rarely seen by ordinary people. It was surprising that Mr. Zhou actually had this thing in his possession and wanted to give it away.

But he was interrupted by Boss Zhou waving his hand while he was speaking.

He shook his head slightly and sighed, "My talent is average, and that unworthy son died before me. There is no point in hiding this thing. If I sell it to bad people at will, I will be ashamed of my ancestors."

"Brother, you could have retreated yesterday, but you chose to fight in the life-and-death contest. You helped my Chunfeng class avoid disaster. And considering your qualifications, you can't say that you are disgracing this method."

After saying that, he handed the wooden box over.

Wang Daoxuan thought for a moment after seeing this, and then chimed in, "Brother Yan, just accept it. Boss Zhou, the fee we agreed on before will be waived."

This ritual is not cheap. Given the current situation of the Chunfeng Class, it would take all their money to get it together, and they would have to go hungry afterwards.

This approach achieves the best of both worlds.

When Master Zhou heard this, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he told his disciples to continue listening to Wang Daoxuan's explanation of the ritual taboos.

Li Yan sat aside and opened the wooden box.

Generally speaking, this kind of method is just a thin book, and some are even just passed down orally by the master, but there are three yellowed books in it.

One is "Pi Gua Quan Boxing Manual", one is "Drum Rhythm of Qin and Han Dynasty", and the last one is "The Sound of Clouds and Thunder of the Divine Drum".

Li Yan flipped through it casually and was suddenly surprised.

This method not only requires breathing, but also requires the coordination of a special iron drum...

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In autumn after the rain, the sky seems even higher.

The afterglow of the setting sun illuminates the sky, indicating that tomorrow will be another sunny day.

The official road was muddy and more than a dozen people had difficulty moving forward.

In addition to Li Yan and his group, there were more than a dozen people from the Chunfeng Troupe, including shadow puppeteers, music troupe, singers, and even a few apprentices.

As for their families, they stayed in Xianyang City.

Soon, they came across a mass grave.

There was a man in the team who looked a little fat and pale. He was an acquaintance of Sharifei, the suona player in the band named "Lao Baimian".

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the mass grave in the distance, his eyes full of worry. "Master Wang, I heard that the mountain is home to the Beggars' Gang. Those people are not easy to deal with. Will they ruin our business?"

"It doesn't matter."

Wang Daoxuan shook his head and said, "The place we are looking for is a gathering place for evil spirits. It is not suitable for human habitation. The mass grave is so large, and it is being performed in the middle of the night, so we cannot alarm them."

After saying that, he took out the compass in his hand, looked around for a while, and pointed to the valley on the west side of the mass grave. "White tiger carrying a corpse means bad luck, black tortoise hanging its head means good luck. I didn't expect the mass grave to have such a strange situation. From this side!"

Although everyone did not understand the art of geomancy, they remembered Wang Daoxuan's instructions firmly. After arriving at the foot of the mountain, everyone shut their mouths tightly, helped each other, and climbed up the steep and muddy slope.

In the distance, the last rays of the setting sun disappeared, and the night enveloped the earth...

(End of this chapter)