Autumn rain, weeds, and ruins hide the old figures.

Yu Qingyue is righteous and full of passion in his daily life. Although he is as beautiful as silver, no one thinks he is old. In the unknown ruins, his steps begin to stagger, and his back begins to hunch, making people feel... This fairy Chen Heying, who has been in the world for more than a hundred years, is old.

He sighed while walking forward, listening to the dull sound of the rain umbrella, and murmured in his mouth:

"The rain and grass are chaotic, the broken walls and the streets are full of desolation..."

The sad words in my mouth, and the sound of the lingering sound was not over, and another old and majestic voice sounded behind the hill ahead:

"Who has ever remembered that if you are a city gate, you will be carved beams and painted pillars... The dream of mountains and rivers is broken, and the old friend is far away. It is the end of the underworld..."

Yu Qingyue's pace became heavier, but his spine rose again. The white eyebrows under the paper umbrella were full of heroic posture, and he sang:

"The war is silent, the hero is gone, who buried his long hair into the soil?"

He turned the hill and saw the erect back in front of him covered in armor, as well as the snow-white long hair exposed under the helmet.

The old man in armor was straight, with his head raised and his chest raised. Although he was a back, he could still see his heroic posture back then. He could only hear him chanting:

"The white-headed and white-haired look at the tomb."

"Only the sword heart is the same as before."

Yu Qingyue stood behind the old man wearing armor.

"I haven't had a long time, and I'm still a good salary."

The old man in armor suddenly turned around, with a bronze face exposed under the iron helmet and a pair of silver-white long-lived eyebrows hanging over his cheeks.

Yu Qingyue put down the oil paper umbrella, and the drizzle was blocked from the innate qi, and spoke in a deep voice:

"It's been a long time since I've been waiting for you, Han Tieyi."

——…—

The meeting between the two innate masters, the strange titles of "Fengbi" and "Shi Jian" and the suspicious stories that are about to be opened have nothing to do with Yan Li now.

Yan Li is practicing martial arts.

He occupied an independent practice room in Zhuchan Temple, listening to the sound of drizzle falling under the eaves outside the door, his mind was as ethereal as a mirror, and his fists and palms were floating like a wind.

Between the movements, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth fluctuates faintly, and spiritual energy ripples form near the practice room, falling into the practitioner's eyes, as if it is a gorgeous page of pictures.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is mixed with the freshness of the drizzle in early autumn. As Yan Li's breathing is introduced into the body, it also travels through all limbs and bones, and meridians throughout the body, allowing the whole body to experience silent transformation while dancing.

The immortal crane draws clouds, the white crane spreads its wings, the elixir crane cries the sun... The divine crane captures the dragon. The twelve styles of cloud crane palms are repeated, which not only does not consume physical strength, but makes Yan Li feel that his whole body becomes lighter and more powerful.

After several days of continuous recuperation practice, his body not only got rid of the swelling, but also accumulated enough physical strength. The requirement of "strengthening the body" in the first stage of martial arts has been met, and the coordination of the body and the operation of muscles, bones, meridians also have a considerable foundation. The moves that were originally difficult to be fully implemented can now be easily completed.

Even a breath of true energy has been vaguely cultivated from the meridians of the whole body, and the road to martial arts ahead is already smooth.

Only the authentic true teachings of Xuanmen and the effect of constantly taking Qi-nourishing Pills can achieve such speed. Ordinary warriors who have no resources or teachings are destined to be able to look up to them.

As the body becomes lighter, Yan Li will jump higher every time and stay in the air for longer, so the exercise effect of Yunhe Palm becomes stronger.

Finally, after completing the complete set of Yunhe Palm, a move "Shen Crane Capturing Dragon" landed on the ground. Yan Li felt a vibration, passing it all the way from the toes that were first to the ground along the foot bones, ankle bones, leg bones, and spine. Instantly, passing through the arms and arms, and exerting on the fingertips, turning into the second cycle of "Crane Gasing Clouds" power of the air, making the whole body fly up like a wind and a cloud, and sucking a breath of fresh air mixed with rain into the abdomen.

Passive force!

There is no doubt that this is a clear proof of the completeness of the second level of martial arts "relaxation muscles" and the through-force.

When the power of the penetration was first formed, Guiyun, who stood outside the door, immediately felt that Yan Li in front of him was different again.

Although there are only twelve styles of unique skills like "Cloud Crane Palm", even beginners with no martial arts skills can still draw and make tricks several times, but the essence is the most difficult to master.

For ordinary people, if they are guided by famous teachers, they may be able to practice their palm techniques to the first form of a crane within one or two years, that is, the "relaxation of muscles", so as to overcome the first difficulty in martial arts and enter the level of nourishing qi. As for the initial possession of the divine will of Yunhe, it is possible to at least reach the state of blood exchange and bone-making. If you want to truly understand the Yunhe Palm and understand all the secrets in the heart, it is after the innate realm.

The inheritance of Yunhe Palm is not rare, and only innate masters like Yu Qingyue dare to say that they have learned this set of palm techniques.

But Yan Li's progress was completely different.

He has a high martial arts knowledge and his spiritual cultivation is even more extraordinary. Therefore, when he first learns Yunhe Palm, he can master the divine marrow. Every move has the "Crane Idea". He can use this divine marrow artistic conception to induce the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to temper the body.

However, even a genius like Yan Li, limited by his own physical conditions, cannot fully display the mystery of the subtleties of Yunhe Palm when he is beginners, so he has only "Crane God" but not "Crane Shape", which is completely opposite to the progress of other beginners.

Now Yan Li's muscles and bones are relaxed, her meridians are unobstructed, and her limbs are coordinated. To achieve "union force", we can naturally interpret the deep mysteries of the Yunhe Palm, making this Yunhe Crane both form and spirit.

In this way, the spiritual energy of the world around them vibrates more violently and more regular, like a distant and clear wind song, coming from the distant sky, moistening the earth, nourishing health and bathing in the snow.

Yan Li's cultivation progress was faster.

Gui Yun, who was watching, couldn't help but sigh: If the person in front of him had spiritual roots, even the worst ninth-class miscellaneous spiritual roots could become a legend in the cultivation world with such amazing insight. What a pity...

Yan Li, who was in a state of ethereal mind, knew his changes clearly, but seemed to have not realized it and did not care at all. As early as yesterday, he knew that his breakthrough was about to break through, and of course the expected things were not worthy of surprise or excitement. His heart was as calm as water, and he continued to use the Yunhe Palm all the way.

The white crane spreads its wings and breathes in the golden energy moistens the lungs. The red crane thrusts its heart and force it is like fire when it cries. The black crane plays in the water to contain essence, energy, and kidney water...

As the divine crane captured the dragon's toes shake the ground again, Yan Li felt a light and gentle breath as wind-like as the wind, and it ran upward along the meridians of both legs, wandering the meridians of the whole body between the fortunes of the campaign, becoming a complete circle.

This is not the feeling of qi for beginners, but the real first breath of true qi.

With this true qi, even if Yan Li truly enters the state of "nourishing qi", the main task of practicing is no longer to train muscles, bones and muscles, but to nourish the vitality of the five internal organs, and then achieve the transformation of the entire body.

After continuously breaking through the realm, Yan Li was still unsurprising and happy. For ordinary warriors, it may take months or even years to practice the penetrating force to develop the first breath of true energy. However, for people like Yan Li, who have first-class inheritance, rich resources, and higher vision, it can only be regarded as accumulating strength and making a natural result.

He calmly practiced Yunhe Palm three times, completely stabilizing the true qi before he stopped. From today on, when he meditated and breathed every night, he could guide the true qi to run around the sky and refine the qi in meditation.

Moreover, his physical function has been greatly enhanced. After he finishes his exercise, he only feels energetic and no longer has the muscle aches of beginners. Of course, he does not need to use Tai Chi, Ba Duan Jin and other skills on Earth to do soothing exercises.

He and Guiyun walked out of the practice room and saw Duan Yan with a strange look on his face.

Duan Yan obviously didn't know about Yan Li's breakthrough and said with a confused look on his face: "Young Master Yan, there is a guest visit."

Yan Li was slightly stunned when she heard this. The so-called guest was of course not a monk from Zhuchan Temple. According to the saying, in the place like Zhuchan Temple, you should retreat in any other place, as for civilized things, who would chase him to see him?

"Who is it?"

Duan Yan obviously couldn't understand why someone came to Zhuchan Temple to find Yan Li, and the identity of the visitor was even more strange. He could only answer truthfully:

"It is the number one martial artist in Jianchuan City, Shang Shaoqing and Boss Cheng."

When Yan Li heard this, Sa Ran chuckled and said, "Ha, it's really what I deserve, I can't hide it."

"Do you know what he is asking you for?" Duan Yan said curiously, "You can't chase me here and ask you to make a sword? I didn't know it before, but today I realized that Boss Cheng is really connected and can easily enter Zhuchan Temple. However... since he has a friendship with the monks of Zhuchan Temple, why ask Young Master Yan, you make a sword?"

"Not a sword."

"What's that?"

"Anyway, it's a troublesome thing." Yan Li walked towards the Buddhist temple calmly with his hands on his back. Since the world is right and wrong, he will face it calmly. This is the practice and confidence of seekers.

...

Shang Shaoqing was in the Buddhist temple and was having tea with a tall middle-aged monk. The two were speechless, but each revealed a strange atmosphere of wanting to speak but stopping.

Yan Li knew this monk. He was one of the famous sword-making monks in Zhuchan Temple, Master Huining. In terms of status, he was probably equivalent to Wang Yuncheng, who was the elder of Tianfengguan.

Master Huining is tall, has a sword and a hammer all year round, and has strong muscles all over his body, his skin is like bronze, his face is thick and his eyebrows are big, and his lion pen is wide. From a distance, he looks like a angrily ghoul with iron.

It is really strange that such a mighty and majestic sword-making monk, who has a high status, actually shows a look of wanting to speak but stopping.

It should be noted that the Buddhist tradition of Zhuchan Temple emphasizes the use of martial arts as Zen, casting wisdom swords, killing ignorance and seeing the nature of the mind. Therefore, all the monks in Zhuchan Temple are as quiet as swords to return to the box, simple and solemn; moving like swinging swords out of the sheath, shining with sharp edges, which is the most enjoyable.

What exactly is it that makes the generation of monks in Zhuchan Temple secretly secret?

Huining sighed lightly when she saw Yan Li, then stood up and closed her mouth: "Amitabha, donor Yan is a great wise man, and he will definitely be able to transcend the sea of ​​suffering and cross the other shore!"

After saying that, he went out.

Shang Shaoqing also stood up and fisted and said, "Shaoqing came to visit rashly to disturb Master Yan Jing, and he was very sorry. I hope..."

Yan Li waved his hand to interrupt the other party's politeness and said calmly: "Brother Shao-chung and I hit it off at first sight. You can save politeness and just say trouble."

"This..." Shang Shaoqing shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Master Yan is so direct, but Shaoqing doesn't know where to start."

"Anyway, it's just a story, you can start from anywhere. For example, the distant and ethereal source of the story, or the tragic climax that once shocked the world, or a tragic ending that no one knows. Of course, Brother Shaoxing can also choose an entry point that is closer to us..."

Yan Li said this and paused, looking at Shang Shaoqing's eyes and said, "I believe there are many entry points like this. For example, where does my biological mother come from?"
Chapter completed!