Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 3: Iron-footed Immortal

Jiao Wuzi's martial arts skills were mediocre, but he was well-versed in classics and had considerable knowledge.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to fool those wandering visitors.

However.
But at this moment, he was full of suspicion, his fingers in his sleeves trembled slightly, and he kept saying "impossible" in his heart.

He then asked, "Have you controlled the Qi in your meridians to circulate through the Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian?"

"Exactly."

The old Taoist knows my disciple's character and he would not lie about this matter. He asked this question unnecessarily because he suspected that he was hard of hearing and had heard it wrong.

If a martial artist develops internal qi, once the meridians are opened, it is not surprising that the qi circulates through the body along a meridian.

The pulse qi is quite special.

Jiao Wuzi turned his back and paced outside for a few steps, thinking endlessly in his mind.

The human pulse moves along with the blood derived from the qi and blood, and is affected by the time and season. Therefore, some acupuncture masters can calculate the time to hit the acupoints, intercept the pulse, and then stimulate the qi and blood, killing people invisibly.

Martial arts such as "Pulse-Cutting Hand" have their roots here.

The time and seasons follow nature, and the cycle has been going on since ancient times.

The same is true for human pulse qi, which can follow the direction of qi and blood through an acupoint or meridian, or even travel around the whole body.

But if you want it to circulate in a meridian, the meridian qi will inevitably flow backwards, which is absolutely impossible.

With the conflict between Qi and blood, wouldn't this person become possessed and suffer internal injuries?
"Master, did I make a mistake in my training?"

Zhou Yi saw that his face was as hard as steel and felt uneasy.

"Come with me."

After Jiao Wuzi finished speaking, he walked towards the door, and Zhou Yi quickly followed him. The two little Taoist boys hurriedly carried the food boxes, picked up the lanterns at the door, and ran to the front to lead the way.

They walked along the stone slabs in silence, heading straight for the training room on the side of the hall, which was close to the mountain wall.

The training room was closed in the evening, and Yan Qiu went forward and knocked on the door.

"Creak" sound.

A burly man in a blue training suit walked out of the door. His name was Zhang Cheng, nicknamed Zhang San. He was a believer who wanted to become a disciple.

Jiao Wuzi, impressed by his piety, gave him the Taiping Talisman and made him a Taoist monk, which was roughly equivalent to a registered disciple.

He has been guarding the training room all the time.

"Get the stone lock."

"Yes."

With a hint of doubt, Zhang Cheng moved the stone lock next to the weapons rack in the training room in front of the few people.

The muscular arms shone in the candlelight, and he took a stance and bowed, saying:
"Master, are you going to test your disciple's Stone Locking Skill?"

He wanted to show off, after all, the stone lock skill was his forte.

"You watch first."

The candlelight flickered in the training room. The old Taoist looked at Zhou Yi's expression and said, "Disciple, come here."

Zhou Yi took a step forward.

The Taoist priest added, "Use your feet."

After hearing this, the man who was watching the show on the side stared at the stone lump carved out of granite on the ground in amazement.

Stone lock skill is a very hard skill.

This exercise progresses from simple to complex, from light to heavy, and is divided into seven methods of "lifting, hanging, flipping, top, back and receiving" to increase arm strength.

Therefore, it is also called "Seven-Hand Stone Locking Technique".

Practicing with feet is unheard of.

Zhang Cheng glanced at Zhou Yi's handsome young face and felt that his figure was a little thin, but he did not dare to underestimate him at all.

This young Taoist priest with a scholarly air is the second most important figure in the Taiping Dao.

Master Wuzi Tianshi of Fuzishanjiao is a master who has been famous in Yongqiu for decades. Although his eldest disciple is not well-known, he has also gained a reputation early on.

Zhang Cheng suddenly understood, and he thought:

"Brother Zhou has been staying indoors for the past few days. I think he's been practicing. His skills must have improved by now."

So I stood aside and watched carefully.

Zhou Yi came to the stone lock. The stone lock was not light, weighing more than 40 kilograms.

He didn't understand his master's intention, so he had to do as he was told.

He raised his right foot and hooked it on the stone lock. The Xuanzhen Heart Method started to work immediately. The Qi in his pulse rushed out from the Yongquan Point and reached the Ran Gu Point in an instant.

However, in ancient times it meant "burning", and it referred to the Yinghuo acupoint on the mouth of the Yongquan well.

The two holes are connected, which means there is real fire in the water and real heat in the earth's core. However, in ancient times, it was also called Longyuan, just like the fire of the thunder dragon came out of the abyss.

As soon as Zhou Yi's pulse moved, he immediately mobilized his qi and blood to move his strength, which suddenly burst out at Ran Gu and went straight through the Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian!
He lifted the stone lock weighing more than 40 kilograms lightly in an instant.

Zhou Yi was horrified. The stone lock left the ground like a feather, and his feet seemed not to feel the weight of the stone lock!
The pulse energy rushes to the Yufu point, which is level with the Xuanji point. Xuanji represents movement, and Fu represents gathering, so it has the function of facilitating gathering and dispersion.

At this moment, at the top of the acupoint, Zhou Yi's technique produced a miraculous effect. The pulse energy unexpectedly rebounded, like mercury pouring down the ground, flowing backward through the foot Shaoyin kidney meridian.

At this moment, Zhou Yi lifted the stone lock's right foot but still didn't feel much of the stone lock's weight.

However, the blood in the body rushed due to the force of moving, and the heart beat violently.

Follow with your left leg sinking down!
A strong wind blew from the ankles, blowing up the dust on the floor of the training room.

Only then did he feel his right foot become heavy. Zhou Yi could no longer control himself and dropped his toes, letting the stone lock hit the ground with a bang.

Jiao Wuzi remained calm on the surface, but beads of sweat were already oozing from his palms in his sleeves.

Become!

It’s not about being possessed, it’s really about the circulation of qi in the meridians!

Zhou Yi took a step aside and stood still. This was his first time practicing Qigong in this way, and his legs were numb.

Two little Taoist boys held up lanterns and shone them forward.

It was terrible. There was a footprint left on the floor of the training room.

Yan Qiu muttered quickly in a small voice that only Xia Shu could hear: "The strength after devouring the bull ghost."

Zhou Yi saw it and understood:

'Before, my right foot didn't feel the weight of the stone lock, it turned out that the force was transferred to my left foot.

Master is truly knowledgeable, knowing this strange method of using energy. If I were to try to figure it out on my own, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to grasp it.'

Staring at the footprints on the ground, he felt strange again. If he were in the martial arts world of Master Jin, he would probably be called "Iron-footed Immortal" with just this one move.

Zhang Cheng on the other side had a look of surprise on his face and his eyes were full of admiration.

"It's amazing that the Stone Lock Technique can be practiced this way."

"Brother Zhou is really smart!"

Jiao Wuzi, who had been silent the whole time, looked at Zhang Cheng at the right moment and said slowly, "Diligence can make up for lack of talent. You need to practice your Stone Locking Technique more."

"Yes!"

Looking at the footprints on the ground, Zhang Cheng had nothing to refute and his tone was extremely sincere.

After several people left the training room, Jiao Wuzi sent the two little Taoist boys away and asked about the training process.

Of course Zhou Yi would not hide anything from his teacher.

He did not mention the relief sculpture, but told the truth about the method of practicing the second seated statue in Xuanzhen Temple.

The old Taoist was extremely pleased: "The ingenuity seems to be a gift from heaven."

I didn't comment on the pros and cons of the practice method, I just praised it.

At this point, he answered Zhou Yi's previous question: "Heaven does not create useless people, and the earth does not grow useless grass. People are different, and their training speeds are also different.

Taoist mental methods should conform to nature. As long as you don't go astray, you can practice according to your own conditions. Why worry about it?

Zhou Yi nodded in agreement.

"One more thing, do not tell anyone except me about the effectiveness of your training."

Zhou Yi deeply agrees: "There are thorns hidden under the branches and leaves of flowers, and it is difficult to guarantee that the human heart is free from poison."

The old Taoist smiled and said, "This young man is teachable."

"..."

Not long after returning to his own room, Yan Qiu and Xia Shu brought him the hot meals.

"You two should get ready. There will be a religious ceremony near Badou Temple in a few days. Come with me down the mountain to preach."

"Okay, senior brother!"

The two children agreed enthusiastically. Children love to play by nature, and the foot of the mountain is even more lively than the dojo.

Zhou Yi wanted to show his face at the foot of the mountain so that the people from the Xihe Hunyuan Sect wouldn't think he was dead.

The more this time comes, the more we cannot let others see that we lack confidence.

I don’t know if it was because he was too hungry, but Zhou Yi’s appetite increased a lot that night.

In the courtyard outside the wing room, two runners brought the last few hard steamed buns from the kitchen.

Yan Qiu stood outside the door holding a lantern and patted Xia Shu.

They both looked toward the window.

I saw a figure on the oil paper of the window sash, chewing something. The figure swayed and twisted with the candlelight. It was so quiet in the middle of the night, and it was really creepy to see from a distance.

Xia Shu rolled her eyes, having already guessed what Yan Qiu was going to say.

"The appetite after devouring the bull ghost."

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