The disaster of the world begins with Dongfang Bubai

Chapter 8 I always feel that what I practice is not the same as what others practice

One year later, Meizhuang.

In a spacious bedroom, there is a row of screens, on which are embroidered all kinds of vivid flowers, birds, fish, insects, and animals.

There were many embroidery needles wrapped with silk threads on the screen. At the other end of the threads, Xi Mingzhang was controlling these embroidery needles from a distance with his orchid fingers pinched together.

His fingertips trembled slightly, breaking the silk thread on his fingers.

"The five acupuncture styles of Guangjun, Liuhe, Suifeng, Yiyun and Kongchan. As expected, Guangjun and Kongchan still don't suit my taste. The starting style, orchid finger, is still a little awkward after all."

Xi Mingzhang spoke softly to himself, and his eyes fell on the book titled "Bixie Sword Manual" on the desk. Long before he abducted Zuo Lengchan and others, he went to Fuwei Escort Agency and memorized "Bixie Sword Manual".

"Thanks to the supplement of the "Sunflower Manual" to the "Bearing Evil Sword Manual", the fourth level finally has some clues, and the "Taiji Boxing Classic" has finally lived up to my expectations. It is true that all things carry the yin and embrace the yang, and the rushing qi makes harmony. The solitary yin cannot produce, and the solitary yang cannot grow."

The smile on Xi Mingzhang's face became more intense, and he murmured to himself:
“Take your mind as your room, sweep away the dust and dirt, return to simplicity and truth, be clear and still, and you will be able to penetrate the three realms and be omnipotent.”

"Although the fourth level of the Heart Sutra is extremely exaggerated, the previous one does have substance. Since the heart is the room and the heart is the spirit, then we should unite our essence and energy to see our true nature and refine our spirit."

"This is also in line with the Taoist principle of refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, and refining spirit into emptiness."

"Haha, sunflower, sunflower, the theory is complete, and the inner strength has reached the highest level. It cannot be improved any further, but you can try it out a few times."

The next day, at dawn.

Xi Mingzhang sat facing the sun on a high platform. As the rising sun shone on his body, it was as if the sun's rays gathered, making his long breath emerge with a rhythm that was in harmony with the heaven and earth.

As it was almost noon, Xi Mingzhang let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.

"Most of the true qi is derived from nature. If you want to unite the essence and qi and refine the spirit, you must return to nature." Xi Mingzhang thought to himself:

"I have entered the state of meditation as described by the Buddhists. My essence and energy are pure and harmonious. I compare myself to a sunflower, breathing in and out in the sun, refining my body and mind. This is my first try, and it really works. Unfortunately, this is a low-level martial arts world after all, and the essence of heaven and earth is far from enough. I can only take it step by step."

He couldn't help but shake his head and laugh when he thought about this,

"If it were someone else, at my current state where there is no further advancement, they would most likely try to find a way to open up the Mysterious Gate and enter the so-called Innate Realm."

"I am practicing the method of refining the spirit, so, am I practicing martial arts or cultivating immortality?" Xi Mingzhang had a strange smile on his face, and sighed in his heart:
“I always feel like what I’m practicing is not the same thing as what others are practicing.”

He immediately put aside all his thoughts, got up and went downstairs to have lunch.

When Xi Mingzhang's cultivation was on the right track, adhering to the principle that more skills are better than less, he summoned Ping Yizhi and the leader of the Five Immortals Sect to learn medical skills and the art of poison from them.

Five years passed in the blink of an eye.

Plum Village Tower.

A 21-22 year old, charming and graceful woman spoke in a soft and graceful voice:
"Master, why do I feel that you look younger and more beautiful, as if time has not brought you any vicissitudes of life? I came to you when I was seventeen or eighteen years old, and you looked to be only twenty-five or twenty-six years old at that time."

"Now, if we walk outside together, people will probably think you are younger than me."

After hearing this, Xi Mingzhang felt a little embarrassed. As his spiritual cultivation progressed, not only did he feel that his skills were improving rapidly, but his appearance was becoming more and more youthful and beautiful.

It was hard to tell whether she was male or female. Even though she was wearing men's clothes, she still looked charming and heroic. If her eyes were not too cold, people would think she was dressed as a man. "Lan Fenghuang, Ping Yizhi left Plum Manor a year ago. Why haven't you returned yet?"

"Master, do you really want to kick me out? Haven't I served you well enough in these years?" Lan Fenghuang acted as if she was about to cry. After a few years of getting along with him, she came to understand that as long as she didn't deliberately offend this person, nothing would happen.

"Do you know why Ping Yizhi resigned in a hurry after teaching me medical skills?"

"Didn't he say that he missed his wife at home?" Lan Fenghuang asked back with a frown.

"His wife is a tall, yellow-faced woman, neither as pretty as a flower nor as charming as the moon. He is also a henpecked person, and he married her only because he was forced by his mother-in-law's family." Xi Mingzhang asked again:

"With such an untouchable lady at home, do you think Ping Yizhi will miss her?"

Without waiting for Lan Fenghuang to reply, he said:
"He felt that compared to the yellow-faced woman at home, Meizhuang was a real dragon's den and a tiger's lair. If he was not careful, he would lose his life. That's why he hurriedly left."

"Could it be that he is afraid that the leader may be moody and wants to kill him?" Lan Fenghuang tried to guess, but then shook her head:
"Although your reputation in the martial arts world is too terrifying, based on my observations over the past few years, you are not a person with an erratic temper."

"You grew up in Miaoli, so it's inevitable that you are naive and straightforward." Xi Mingzhang raised his eyebrows slightly:

"You have always been curious about the forbidden area of ​​Plum Manor, do you want to go and take a look?"

"If the leader wants to take his subordinates with him, I am willing to go." Lan Fenghuang replied coquettishly.

Soon, the two arrived outside the row of stone houses. Xi Mingzhang walked into each stone house alone and then stood outside the house.

Soon after, people with their hands and feet bound by fine steel chains walked out from the stone houses one by one. They all had pale faces and narrowed eyes, and it was obvious that they had not seen the sun for a long time.

Lan Fenghuang was confused at first, but the more she looked at one of them, the more familiar he looked, as if she had seen him somewhere before. Suddenly, she recalled a portrait from her own Five Immortals Sect, and she couldn't help but blurt out:

"Let me do it!"

At this moment, she suddenly understood a lot in her mind. Could the other people be the leaders of the major righteous sects who disappeared inexplicably many years ago?

The mastermind behind all this is probably the leader who I always thought was very peaceful.

Then he suddenly realized why Ping Yizhi seemed so relieved when he left Meizhuang.

However, Ren Woxing turned a deaf ear and stared at Xi Mingzhang expressionlessly. Not only him, but everyone else looked at him silently.

"Yue Buqun, you have been able to keep it to yourself. The Purple Cloud Magic Skill clearly requires the Purple Qi of the Morning Sun, but you refused to tell me. If you continue like this, you may never be able to master the Purple Cloud Magic Skill in your lifetime."

After Xi Mingzhang finished speaking, his gaze swept across Taoist Tianmen of the Taishan Sect and others, and his eyes fell on Ren Woxing and Zuo Lengchan.

"One of you has mixed auras, and the other has two conflicting auras. You all have lived up to my expectations. As expected, with just a bunch of you insects, how can you make further progress in the gradually declining martial arts?"

"Dongfang Bubai, don't say that I can't master my Taishan unique skills. Even if I can, I won't let your hidden evil plan succeed. You will die anyway."

The burly red-faced Taoist, also known as Tianmen Taoist, suddenly shouted angrily, but before he could finish his words, a thin needle appeared between Xi Mingzhang's middle finger and thumb. He flicked his fingers and Tianmen fell to the ground with a bang.

The pupils of everyone present were all dizzy, and they saw a blood spot between the eyebrows of Taoist Tianmen.

(End of this chapter)