The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 121 Core Theory, the Essence of Beiming

A month later.

The autumn wind blows gently, the sand trees sway, golden needles fly and fall all over the sky, and the mountains and forests are all golden.

"Hahahaha... After being trapped in a corner for thirty years, I finally get to break free and fly again. Ding Chunqiu! My good disciple... I really miss you so much..."

The rumbling words echoed through the valley, startling a swarm of birds and sending countless squirrels scurrying in panic. The voice contained both the joy of breaking free from the cocoon and the lingering depression.

Under the tree in front of the wooden house, Wang Yi and Su Xinghe were playing chess on a chessboard with crisscross patterns. The sound of chess pieces falling on the board was crisp and pleasant.

"Master!" Su Xinghe shuddered, and the chess piece in his hand fell off with a snap. He stood up suddenly, turned around, and looked at Wuyazi in front of the wooden house with a look of surprise and joy.

At this moment, Wuyazi's clothes fluttered, his body stood straight, and his long hair fell to his shoulders like a waterfall. On his face, as tender as a baby, there was a peaceful smile, and his eyes were bright as stars, full of joy.

Wang Yi stood up, raised his hand and said with a smile: "It is a great honor for you to have emerged as a butterfly from a cocoon."

Wuyazi smiled heartily, took a step forward, came to Wang Yi, raised his hand and thanked him: "Master, I am grateful for your kindness. In the future, I and the Xiaoyao Sect will do our best to help you succeed."

Since the other party has done what he promised beforehand, he naturally has to be tactful and lower his attitude. When you are not as strong as others, it is always good to be tactful.

After a month of practice, with the help of the power of the elixir, not only did his injuries heal, but he also cultivated his spiritual martial arts to the marrow training level, and his strength increased by nearly 30%.

It was also because of this that he understood what it meant to have the strength to move mountains, what it meant to have a body as strong as iron, and what it meant to be as strong as a dragon and a tiger!

It was because of this understanding that he had a rough estimate of the strength of the person in front of him. This person was very strong, much stronger than himself... There was no chance of him winning.

"Good, with the help of fellow Taoists, what I do will be even more powerful." Wang Yi put down his hands and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Wuyazi nodded, turned around and looked at Su Xinghe with tears in his eyes, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, saying with relief:

"You have suffered a lot over the years. In the future, you should stay by my side and study the spiritual martial arts of Taoist Taiyi carefully. Maybe you will have the opportunity to enter the Xiantian realm in the future."

Xinghe's beloved disciple was too distracted by miscellaneous studies, and his strength progressed as slowly as a turtle's pace. It was a blessing from heaven that he could enter the first-class level. With his average martial arts talent, no matter how hard he tried, he would only be able to reach the acquired realm in his life.

But the spiritual martial arts focused on the mind and did not require any qualifications. Once the spiritual realm was reached, strength would come naturally.

As for the state of mind, Xinghe's beloved disciple is one of the best among them. As long as the resources for cultivation can keep up, it is entirely possible for him to achieve the innate state, which is the state of concentration in spiritual martial arts.

Su Xinghe raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his eyes, and a childlike innocent smile appeared on his face: "Compared to Master being trapped in a corner for thirty years... I am not suffering at all. I just regret that I am too stupid and don't have the strength to kill the traitor Ding Chunqiu for Master."

Su Xinghe came to Wang Yi, bowed deeply and solemnly, and said: "Master, I will never forget your kindness! I am willing to serve you wholeheartedly for the rest of my life, even to the bitter end!"

Taiyi is chaos without distinction, formless and without boundary, shapeless and without image!

The other party chose this Taoist name, so one can imagine how amazing his ambition is.

Be it building an immortal court or reversing the decline of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, it is not something that can be accomplished easily, nor is it something that can produce results in a short period of time.

He knew his master's personality. He didn't like being bound by anything, he just did what he wanted. He wanted to be free and spontaneous.

If he didn't help, something might go wrong after a while. To avoid such a problem, he could only earn the trust of the young man with sincerity and respect, so as to share some of the pressure for his master.

Wang Yi reached out his hand to help Su Xinghe up, and praised him with a smile: "Mr. Su, there is no need to be like this... Fellow Daoist Wuyazi, you have accepted a good disciple, which is rare..."

Wuyazi stroked his beard and smiled, "Xinghe has protected me in this valley for nearly thirty years. He is truly a filial son. There are very few people in the world who can do this. It is naturally extremely rare."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of Ding Chunqiu, the traitor. He snorted coldly in his heart and made up his mind that when he had free time, he would kill the traitor and send him to reincarnation with his own hands.

Su Xinghe couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he heard the words. He felt a little embarrassed by the two people's praise. He smiled bitterly and said, "Let's talk about business..."

Wang Yi smiled and gestured with his hand, "Then sit down and have a good chat." After that, he sat down, raised his hand and brushed the chessboard. The internal force around his sleeves rolled, and the chess pieces on the board turned into two long black and white dragons, which all fell into two old porcelain jars.

This was the result of his one month's research into internal force martial arts. His internal force was pure and not inferior to Wuyazi's.

A body of pure internal energy is only secondary.

The most important thing is that he understood the essence of internal force martial arts and qi and blood martial arts. Just for this understanding, his true spirit projection was worth the price of the ticket.

The innate Qi, or internal Qi, is the original Qi of the human body. The internal Qi is combined with the internal breath and transformed into the internal force Qi cultivated by the martial artist through a specific practice method. This is the essence of internal force martial arts.

The physical body, namely the Yuan Jing, is the basis of the human body. The Yuan Jing combines with the internal breath and, through a specific practice method, is transformed into the Qi and blood that the warrior cultivates. This is the essence of Qi and Blood Martial Arts.

Essence, Qi and Spirit refer to the human body's primordial essence, internal Qi and soul respectively.

The cultivation of essence, energy and spirit refers to the cultivation of the primordial essence, inner qi and soul. It is the most superior method of cultivation, but its disadvantage is the terrible consumption of cultivation resources.

It is very important to understand this point, which plays a key role in his future practice and is a theory that can truly influence his own path.

Wuyazi was slightly stunned when he saw Wang Yilu's move, but it was only for a moment. He took a step forward, sat down in front of the chessboard, raised his hand and gently stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and asked:
"How strong is the Ni Ming Pavilion now? Does it have a ready-made army? How many masters are there in it? How many talented people are there? Does it have enough money and food? How big is its sphere of influence..."

He spoke softly, and all he asked were extremely critical points. Only by knowing these could he plan and make plans to create chaos in the world according to the current situation.

Su Xinghe stood quietly behind Wuyazi, and after hearing his master's question, he began to ponder quietly.

The prerequisite for building the Immortal Dynasty is to have the power to bring chaos to the world, or at least to have the foundation to dominate one side.

Especially now that the world has been peaceful for a long time, it is undoubtedly difficult to accomplish anything. Although there were occasional frictions between Song and Liao, they were all small-scale wars and had no impact on the overall situation.

The situations in Western Xia, Dali, Tubo and other countries were also relatively peaceful, and there was no opportunity for them to cause trouble.

Thinking of this, Su Xinghe frowned slightly, and suddenly felt a sense of pressure in his heart. In this situation, the possibility of success is too small... Doing it reluctantly requires a lot of energy and a long time of planning, and it is uncertain whether it can be accomplished in the end...

Wang Yi shook his head slowly, and said calmly: "No..."

"Hmm?" Two voices of surprise and doubt sounded at the same time. Wuyazi hesitated and asked tentatively: "What does Pavilion Master mean?"

"The meaning is very simple. Before I came to Leigushan, I was alone, without any power or friends, so naturally I don't have any of the things you are asking about." Wang Yi spread his hands with a calm look on his face.

He had been in the Tianlong World for less than three months, so how could he have had time to plan all these things? His purpose in coming to Leigu Mountain was to find Wuyazi, a tool man, to take care of these trivial matters.

"..." Upon hearing this, Wuyazi and Su Xinghe all looked at Wang Yi in a daze, not knowing how to start their conversation for a moment.

How amazing was the other party's soaring spirit when he talked about forging the Immortal Court, preaching to the world, and ascending to the heavenly status? How admirable was it?

But what does this mean now?
Paper talk? Big talk?
Su Xinghe forced a smile and said, "Pavilion Master, are you joking?"

Wang Yi shrugged: "I'm not joking." Seeing the two people's gloomy faces, he comforted them gently: "Don't worry, I have ways to solve these problems."

Wuyazi held his forehead with his hand, looking quite troubled. “That’s easy to say. It turns out that the current Niming Pavilion only has the Pavilion Master, this old man, and Xinghe… You… really make this old man feel helpless…”

He was really helpless. It was extremely troublesome to overthrow the Song Dynasty from scratch with nothing. He also had to distract himself from resisting Liao and Xia and other countries from taking advantage of the opportunity to invade the Central Plains and prevent the tragedy of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms from happening again. That would have been fine, but the matter of establishing the Immortal Dynasty was even more cumbersome and troublesome.

Wang Yi waved his hand and emphasized again: "Don't worry, I have my own ways to solve these problems." He paused and said seriously: "Okay, let's get on with business."

Wuyazi and Su Xinghe immediately became serious when they heard this. This was the second time the other party had emphasized this, and no matter how much they didn't believe it, they could only suppress their thoughts for the time being.

Wang Yi nodded and said solemnly, "Fellow Daoist Wuyazi, next, you should integrate the forces of the Xiaoyao Sect and build the framework of the Wenyuan Tower."

As he spoke, he solemnly reminded: "Wenyuan Tower is responsible for strategic planning and talent training. It is the key to the development and growth of Niming Pavilion. It is similar to the official training system of the imperial court, so the character of the personnel must be well controlled."

Tianshan Tonglao commands the maids of the Nine Heavens and Nine Tribes, and thousands of people from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands. The Lingjiu Palace she founded is considered one of the major forces in the martial arts world, but its shortcoming is that it is too mixed with good and bad people.

Li Qiushui is in charge of Xixia Yipintang, which is home to many scumbags, including many of the Four Evil Men.

That is why he reminded me so solemnly. The things that happened in the late Song Dynasty were really too disgusting. At the beginning of establishing power, we need to avoid some problems as much as possible.

"Official system?" Wuyazi nodded thoughtfully: "I will do my best for the affairs of Wenyuan Tower. But if I want to do what the Pavilion Master requires, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort and time."

Wang Yi nodded slightly and reminded: "This is the foundation of power. We can't rush it. We need to act steadily and steadily."

Wuyazi nodded to show that he understood: "I know the importance of this matter and will take care of every detail. Pavilion Master, you can rest assured."

Wang Yi looked at Su Xinghe and said, "Mr. Su, your mission is very simple. Adopt a large number of orphans and beggars and train them all to become talents. This also requires steady progress."

Su Xinghe bowed and said, "Master, rest assured, I will do my best in this matter."

"Good." Wang Yi chuckled and nodded: "At this stage, you two are responsible for the development of Wenyuan Building, and the rest will be taken care of by others."

"Others?" A hint of doubt flashed in Wuyazi and Su Xinghe's eyes.

Wang Yi smiled and explained: "The Ni Ming Pavilion is divided into six floors, and each floor has its own responsibilities and functions. Next, I will travel around the world to select candidates for the six building owners, and at the same time make some arrangements in secret."

"Master, are you planning to leave?" Wuyazi suppressed his doubts and asked in surprise.

"Now that the goal has been achieved, there is naturally no need to stay any longer."

"This..." Wuyazi frowned, thought for a moment, turned his head to look at Su Xinghe, and ordered: "Xinghe, go get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Su Xinghe nodded, turned and walked towards the wooden house behind him, and soon brought out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Master, please wait a moment." Wuyazi said as he spread out a piece of rice paper, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and began to sketch quickly.

"Is this the North Sea Divine Art?!" Su Xinghe's face changed, and he quickly turned his head away, not daring to look at the contents on the paper any more. As a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, he naturally knew the significance of this divine art.

At this moment, a huge wave of emotion surged in his heart. What did the master mean by this? Was he planning to pass on his unique skills to others?
"Zhuangzi's Happy Journey says: To the north of the extreme sea there is a dark sea, which is the Tianchi. There are fish there. It is thousands of miles wide, and no one knows how deep it is..."

Wuyazi recited a passage from Zhuangzi's Happy Journey, and continued to explain, "The value of Beiming's magical skills lies in the accumulation of internal strength. Dantian is as big as the Beiming, which can carry all kinds of boats, big and small, and fish, big and small. Therefore, all martial arts in the world can be used by me... It has the effect of absorbing people's internal strength."

"However, absorbing the inner strength of others is the lowest way, and it is an act of destroying one's own foundation. What is the highest way? It is to transform into Beiming Guixu, and let the power of heaven and earth flow back into Dantian, accumulating one's own Beiming true energy. This is the core essence of Beiming, and it is a secret that only the head of the sect can pass on."

This was said to Wang Yi and Su Xinghe. As for concealing it? He disdained such a stupid act.

"Lingbo Weibu is based on the 64 hexagrams of the Book of Changes. One step for each hexagram, and 64 steps complete the cycle. It is good at moving in a small area, and its ability to run a thousand miles is not inferior to the best lightness skills in the world..."

"The Small Formless Power is peaceful and inaction, and the mind wanders in the void. The internal power has no form, and there is no trace to be found..."

"The Eight Desolations and Six Directions, I Am the Only One Who Respects. Reverse the extreme yang to become the extreme yin, reverse the extreme yin to become the extreme yang. The yin and yang are reversed, and the creation is endless..."

"White Rainbow Palm Power, bend and straight as you wish..."

"The Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand, three palm techniques, three grappling techniques, all-encompassing..."

"Six Sun Palm..."

"The Talisman of Life and Death..."

……

Time passed slowly, and the sun in the sky gradually set in the west.

Wuyazi never stopped writing, nor did he stop explaining. He wrote down the many core martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect without reservation, without hiding anything.

Su Xinghe went from being stunned to gradually becoming numb, and finally falling completely silent. He couldn't understand why the master did this, but now was not the time to ask, so he could only comfort himself in his heart: Master did this for a reason, and if he didn't understand, it only meant that he hadn't reached that level yet.

(End of this chapter)