The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 112: The Cultivation Method of Entering Tao

"The martial arts path begins with the body, continues with qi and blood, and ends with the spirit. In the end, the essence, qi and spirit merge into one, and then return to the innate state, gaining a glimpse of the laws of heaven and earth. This is the way to refine the body according to the laws, and also the way of the innate gods and demons..."

"The five stages of foundation building: strengthening the body, opening the meridians, washing the marrow, refining the organs, and concentrating the mind..."

"The Five Realms of Heaven and Man: Marrow as frost, blood as mercury, a long river of qi and blood, reborn, and a spotless body..."

"The four realms of divine transformation: vitality like a dragon, solid fist intention, unity of soul and body, flawless golden body..."

"The four realms of human immortals: condensing the acupoints to the origin, the essence of fist intention, rebirth through dripping blood, and the ultimate realm of the flesh body..."

"Body training begins with whole strength, which is both the starting point and the cornerstone. A warrior takes whole strength as the foundation, and the strength penetrates deep into the bone marrow, training the whole body inside and out, just like being forged in a fierce fire, tempered by thousands of hammers, supplemented by meat to nourish the body, and forge a body of steel bones..."

……

The sun shines through the gaps between the leaves, creating mottled shadows. Under the tree, there is a rough stone table and stone bench. Wang Yi, wearing a green gown, is reading a book, mumbling to himself, with a look of enlightenment on his face.

The courtyard is spacious, surrounded by several towering ancient trees with lush crowns and intertwined branches and leaves, forming a dense shade.

In a corner of the yard, there was a crude stove with a black iron pot on it. The edge of the pot was covered with traces of smoke and fire, and all kinds of rough kitchen utensils were available.

In front of the stove, Wang Yao, wearing a flowery silk skirt and little white shoes embroidered with lotus flowers, was standing on a stool. She was stir-frying the vegetables in the pot skillfully, like a little adult. Her serious look was really adorable.

"Shan, there is nothing wrong with the path of spiritual martial arts. It is rare."

Wang Yi put down the book in his hand and said "Shan" with a smile on his face.

The martial arts of the main world are systematic and comprehensive, and the upper limit is extremely high.

This book, an introduction to martial arts, only records some general knowledge about martial arts, as well as the basic five-level training method for building the foundation.

But the foundation determines the height, and the root determines the upper limit. The content of the book makes up for many deficiencies of spiritual martial arts and greatly consolidates his martial arts foundation.

Moreover, it is written in the book that qi can be divided into clear and turbid. At the beginning of martial arts, if one does not have a specific method, rashly absorbing the qi of heaven and earth is an act of cutting off one's own path. Therefore, one should nourish the body with meat, or use the spiritual essence of heaven and earth to nourish the body.

When Wang Yi thought of this, he couldn't help but smile.

I thought that the speed of absorbing and releasing spiritual energy through the method I had figured out was not as fast as I had imagined. Now it seems that I was probably being self-deprecating.

"Hmm...what should I name it...well, the Mind Breathing Method, that's a good name." Wang Yi stroked his chin and pondered for a moment, then decided on the name of the method he created that night.

Wang Yao came over with two plates of steaming dishes, stir-fried raccoon meat and stewed guji. Manli resembles a civet cat, and guji resembles a fragrant pig. Both are common foods in ordinary people's homes. Although the meat is a bit coarse and the taste is inferior, it is affordable.

"Brother, give it to us. We can eat now." Wang Yao put the dishes on the table, served two bowls of rice, and placed the bowls and chopsticks in front of Wang Yi. She glanced at the table full of meat dishes and could not help swallowing secretly.

She almost forgot what meat tasted like. Looking at the table full of food, her unhappiness about her brother's wasteful spending instantly disappeared.

Wang Yi lovingly wiped the sweat off Wang Yao's forehead, picked up the civet meat with chopsticks and said with a smile: "Eat it quickly, you are almost greedy. I told you that my cooking skills are great, but you still insist on doing it yourself..."

"Tsk, you just know how to brag..." Wang Yao rolled her eyes and said bluntly, "Meat is expensive, I can't bear to let you waste it. Oh, I won't say it anymore, brother, eating meat is good for your health, you should eat more."

As he spoke, he leaned over and took several large chopsticks of meat, filling Wang Yi's bowl, and then sat down with satisfaction. He glanced at the four dishes and one soup on the table, swallowed his saliva again, picked up the chopsticks, and ate a small bite of meat and a big mouthful of rice, without touching the dishes on the table.

Wang Yi's eyes flashed with pity. He picked up a piece of raccoon meat and blew on it. He stretched out his hand and gently fed it into Wang Yao's mouth. He said seriously: "Your brother is not short of money, and there are so many dishes that I can't finish them."

Wang Yao chewed the meat in his mouth, with a suspicious look on his face, and said vaguely: "Where did you get so much money, brother? And you must not spend money recklessly in the future, making money is not easy."

Since the elder brother woke up, he did too many things that she couldn't understand. She knew how hard it was to make money. But the elder brother spent money lavishly these days when he came to town. She was afraid that she would never be able to earn back the money she spent in her lifetime, which made her feel heartbroken and itchy.

"Don't worry, brother has a way to get money. In the future, you can just follow brother to study and practice martial arts, and learn the truth. Only by living a different life can you make your father and mother happy." Wang Yi looked serious.

Wang Yao nodded, not quite understanding, but she felt more at ease after hearing what her brother said. She didn't think about it anymore, swallowed the raccoon meat in her mouth, reached out to pick up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it in her mouth, chewing it with relish, and occasionally lowering her head to take a big mouthful of rice.

Seeing this, Wang Yi smiled slightly, picked up the bowl and started eating quietly, occasionally picking up some food for Wang Yao with his chopsticks.

The eldest brother is like a father. Now that his parents are gone, he has to take on the responsibility of raising Xiaoyao. If he wants to raise her to be a talent, he has to start from the little things.

As his strength increases, the situation he will face in the future will only become more and more complicated. He can also feel more at ease if Xiaoyao can protect herself to a certain extent.

……

Half a month later.

early morning.

Stone table under the tree.

"When the universe was created, all things began to come into being. The heaven and earth were vast and boundless. The sun, the moon, and the stars shone in the sky. The mountains and rivers were full of virtue. Within the universe, all things grew. Between yin and yang, life continued. Thousands of races stood side by side, and dynasties were endless..."

"Hongmeng is born, Wanxiang is a teacher and student. The Emperor of Heaven's Light Spear is so simple and unchanging. The Sun, Moon and Star City is the Starry Sky. The mountains and rivers have made a contract, and there will be no disasters in the future..."

……

"Snapped."

Wang Yi patted Xiao Yao's head with the book and corrected her: "It is the beginning of the universe, the beginning of all things. It is not the beginning of Hongmeng, the beginning of all things. The pronunciation must be accurate, the breath must be strong, and then. The beginning of the universe, the beginning of all things. The world is vast and boundless. The sun, the moon, the stars, the stars shine in the sky..."

Wang Yao touched his forehead pitifully, pursed his lips, and continued to read aloud: "When the universe was first created, all things began to come into being. How naive and foolish..."

"It is vast and boundless, come again."

"When the universe was created, all things began to appear. The heaven and earth were vast and boundless. The sun, the moon, and the stars shone brightly in the sky..."

"It's the Stars Shining in the Heavens, come again."

"When the universe was created, all things began to come into being. The heaven and earth were vast and boundless. The sun, the moon, and the stars shone in the sky. The mountains and rivers merged into one..."

"It's the mountains, rivers, and mountains, come again."...

Wang Yao looked at the words in the book with a serious face, and read aloud at the top of her voice under the pressure from her brother.

She spent the past half month practicing martial arts, reading, eating, and sleeping. It was very tiring, but her brother said that if she studied what he taught her carefully, her parents would be very happy, and so would her brother. If her parents and her brother were happy, she would be happy too, no matter how tired she was.

Wang Yi looked up at the sky, put down the book and said, "Okay, today's recitation ends here. You can finish your homework. Brother, I'm going to start practicing."

"Okay, brother." Wang Yao nodded, secretly relieved, put down the book, turned to the first page, took out a piece of white paper and spread it out. He stood up, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, pursed his lips, and carefully copied the words in the book on the white paper.

Wang Yi lowered his head and watched for a while. Seeing that Xiaoyao's copy was pretty good, he stood up with satisfaction and walked to an open space in the distance and stood still.

Look up at the sun in the sky, deep in the pupils, the river of the mind flows slowly, and the spiritual field unfolds. The pores of the whole body open and close rhythmically, catering to the mysterious Qi, and the mind is calm and focused to absorb and exhale the surrounding spiritual energy.

Strands of spiritual energy are filtered through the spiritual field, flowing into the body through the pores all over the body, nourishing every inch of flesh and blood in the physical body.

crackle...

Countless tiny blue arcs were crackling on the skin as smooth as jade. Not only on the skin, but also on the tendons, bones, membranes, internal organs, acupoints and bone marrow. Inside and outside the body, every inch of flesh and blood was jumping with blue arcs.

As more spiritual energy was absorbed, the source energy changed again, becoming more and more mysterious.

The original source energy would flow through his body without his even thinking about it, cleansing his muscles, bones, skin, and internal organs along the way. Now that the spiritual energy has been integrated, the invisible source energy is slowly transforming into a visible source energy.

All things are born from existence, and existence is born from non-existence. This is the Tao.

Without knowing it, the method of source power has already entered the Tao. Today's spiritual martial arts can also be regarded as a method of practice that has entered the Tao.

Hua Hua Hua...

Wang Yi's blood was boiling and his energy was surging.

Wherever the electric arc passed, it was like melting iron and forging steel, like being tempered by a thousand hammers. The flesh was strengthened, the blood and qi were condensed, the body was slowly and firmly strengthened inside and out, and the strength was also unwaveringly strengthened.

A subtle popping sound came from the body, which was the sound of Qi and blood flowing through the meridians. The meridians were like rivers, and Qi and blood were the rolling water. Only when all the meridians in the body were unobstructed could Qi and blood continuously nourish the body.

These days, he has been using the martial arts methods of the main world to complete his own foundation and perfect his own methods.

He did not change to practice the martial arts cultivation methods of the main world. No matter how powerful the cultivation methods of the main world were, even if they were methods created by gods and demons, they could only become materials for his furnace to nourish the hundred classics.

The spiritual martial arts he created was always the most suitable method for him and the foundation of his own path. He was confident that in the future, the spiritual martial arts would be able to match or even surpass the martial arts training methods of the main world.

If you don’t have this kind of confidence, how can you reverse the regrets in your heart in the future?

How can we talk about reversing the course of time?

……

Half a month passed quickly.

In the early morning, the sun shines through the branches and leaves, dappling onto the stone table under the tree. Wang Yi sits upright, quietly flipping through the book in his hand. The hem of his green shirt sways gently, and the aura of Taoism and nature emanates naturally, as if he has merged with the world.

The spiritual field operated spontaneously, like an invisible black hole, constantly drawing the surrounding spiritual energy, taking it into the body, and tempering every inch of flesh and blood. The flow of spiritual energy brought wisps of breeze, blowing the grass and trees in the courtyard and raising light dust.

After a month of dedicated practice, his technique had become even stronger... This feeling of becoming stronger all the time was truly addictive.

Wang Yao trotted over with a sweet smile on her face: "Brother, what do you think of my sister's writing?" As she spoke, she handed the paper in her hand to Wang Yi, her eyes full of anticipation.

Wang Yi took the paper and saw that it was full of words. Although the handwriting was still immature, it was still quite neat. He nodded with satisfaction and praised: "Not bad, Xiaoyao has made great progress. It can be seen at a glance that she is the material for a little literary master."

Wang Yao suppressed her joy and said proudly, "Of course, my sister is amazing. She learns everything very quickly."

Wang Yi couldn't help but smile when he heard that. He gently scratched Wang Yao's nose and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, Xiaoyao is the best. However, learning never ends. You need to continue to work hard and not be proud and complacent."

Wang Yao nodded obediently: "Don't worry, brother. I will work hard." During this month's study, she also found the joy of reading. The content recorded in the book showed a world she had never seen before, which greatly increased her interest.

"Dong dong dong."

There were three rhythmic sounds from the wooden door of the courtyard.

"Oh, Grandpa Fan is here." Wang Yao subconsciously shrank her neck when she heard the familiar knock on the door. She snatched the paper from Wang Yi's hand, turned around and trotted back to the room, came to the desk, pulled out a piece of white paper, picked up the brush on the table, and continued to copy in a serious manner.

Wang Yi smiled. This little girl was probably fed up with Fan Ming's old-fashioned preaching... She smiled, turned around, walked to the door, unbolted it and opened it.

Fan Ming was holding a pile of books, smiling at Wang Yi who opened the door. He looked up into the courtyard, and seeing Wang Yao pretending to be serious in the room, he shook his head in amusement: "Your sister is treating me like a monster."

Wang Yi leaned over and extended his hand to invite her, saying, "My sister has a lively personality. She is not afraid of Mr. Fan, but she just doesn't like being constrained."

Fan Ming stepped into the courtyard and suggested with a serious face: "Your sister's temper needs to be tempered. It's not good for her to be too jumpy on the path of literature. Only by settling down her mind and character can she go further on the path of literature."

Wang Yi closed the door, turned around and shook his head, saying, "Otherwise, this is a discipline and a dogma, which is not suitable for my sister."

Fan Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, showing interest: "What's the explanation?"

Wang Yi smiled slightly, and paced with his hands behind his back, saying: "My sister is lively and innocent, which is exactly what she should be like at her age. Moreover, she is tough and tenacious in her bones, and has her own spirituality."

As he spoke, he came to the stone table and sat down. He took out a teacup, poured a cup of tea, and placed it in front of Fan Ming. He continued, "Forcing her to be disciplined and dogmatic will only erode her spirituality. To settle her mind and character is not something that can be forced by external forces, but something that she needs to realize and experience on her own. Only when she understands what she wants and what is suitable for her, can she settle her mind and character naturally."

Hearing this, Fan Ming stroked his beard and smiled: "What you said does make sense. However, the path of literature requires a calm mind and a steady character, otherwise how can one go deep into it and comprehend the mysteries of words?"

Wang Yi nodded in agreement and said, "Mr. Fan is right. But settling down one's mind and character is not something that can be achieved overnight. It requires time and experience. I believe that as long as my sister is given enough space and time, she will find the path that suits her."

(End of this chapter)