Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 8 The Sea of ​​Consciousness and Martial Arts
These days, after listening to Uncle Liu's lectures every afternoon, Huang Lin will practice Huashan's mental method in the practice room, run for a week, and then finish his work for dinner.

When he returns to the dormitory in the evening, he will also carry a Sunday. This is his practice plan after many attempts.

No matter how much, the body will not allow it.

Although it is still extremely superficial now, seeing the increasing internal strength in the dantian, the sense of accomplishment is still full.

Tonight was just like usual, and Yu Pan gave him a surprise as he was preparing for a Sunday.

I saw three more figures on the jade plate in my mind.

Two of them are clearly visible, they are the little fat man Qian Duoduo and Ning Zhongze. Their clothes are the same as in the daytime, and even the hair and hair are not visible, but they are expressionless, standing there with a wooden sword in their hands. One was motionless, and the other was so blurry that it was impossible to see clearly.

pondered.

This thing was still normal during the practice last night, but it changed tonight, it must be the influence of today's daytime.

He also practiced against Little Fatty and Ning Zhongze today, which may be reflected in the jade plate. As for the other vague figure, he also has some guesses.

So he stopped practicing mental techniques, and began to explore the new functions of the golden finger.

When he got close to the little fat man, the figure of the little fat man began to stab with the sword very slowly, and after he dodged, the little fat man stepped back and closed his moves, and he was dead there.

"Sword come!"

When he stretched out his hand, a sword really came out of thin air.

When he got closer again, the little fat man started to move again. After receiving the move this time, he started to practice slowly like the two of them practiced in the morning.

"It seems that this is a pair training function. It would be great if the speed was faster. If it is so slow, it will have no effect at all."

Just as he was thinking about it, the expressionless little fat man on the opposite side swept his sword across with a "shua".

Huang Lin frantically resisted the little fat man's sword move.

"Normal speed is fine, normal speed is fine."

He understood that the sword speed of the figure reflected was controlled by his thoughts.

Tested one by one.

Except for the vague figure standing beside him who didn't respond.

The little fat man and Ning Zhong both approached and began to hand out moves. If they didn't answer, they would be stabbed. There was pain, but there was no wound.

If you hit them yourself, the clothes will not be torn, the hairstyle will not be messy, and the touch will be real, but they are still dead faces, and their moves have not changed.

You can also adjust the speed, but there is an upper limit, at most it is twice as fast or slower than the normal speed, and so is the strength.

To understanding.

He regained his senses and opened his eyes to look at the little fat man on the opposite bed, who was still meditating there, but the snoring was a bit obvious.

Shaking his head, he settled down and began to practice his mind.

Only when the internal energy of the dantian is fully accumulated can the meridians be opened.

About two hours, a full week, more internal energy.

After receiving the work, I saw that the little fat man had already got into the bed.

After Huang Lin got up for a little exercise, he also began to rest.

Lying on the bed, although he closed his eyes, he practiced with two figures in his mind.

It is very precious to him now to have a place where he is not afraid of getting hurt, nor is he afraid of hurting others.

In one night, from being frequently attacked to being awakened by the little fat man at Maoshi, he was able to fight back and forth. After overcoming the instinct to avoid the incoming sword, he made rapid progress.

"Brother, you don't look very good, are you sick?"

Seeing that Huang Lin's face was a little pale, the little fat man asked with concern.

"I'm a bit sluggish today, but I can still hold on. There's nothing to do. Let's wash up first. It's getting late."

The weather has turned warm, even in the valley, it is not so cold.

Feeling the cold water on his face, Huang Lin felt a little better.

He had a guess, maybe it was because he was performing martial arts in his mind last night, and he called fighting in his mind as a martial arts exercise.

With the development of information in the later generations, the novels are even more imaginative. Combining what he has learned now, he can more or less guess.

People have energy, energy, and spirit, which is probably qi and blood, inner qi, and mind.

Last night he had been practicing martial arts in his head, and he was in a state of sleep, which may have a bad influence on his mind. His current state is similar to that of cultivating immortals all night in his previous life.

It seems that we have to pay attention to this aspect in the future.

When he came to the martial arts arena, Huang Lin saw that there was no one on the stage, so he practiced Huashan swordsmanship alone like everyone else.

He has become more proficient in using these sword moves today, and the connection between the moves is more smooth.

He was so focused on his sword moves that he didn't notice the envious look on the little fat man's side.

In the eyes of the little fat man, Huang Lin's sword moves today looked very good-looking, but he couldn't tell how good-looking they were, and he didn't even notice when he stopped.

"Junior Brother Qian, your saliva is dripping out."

Huang Lin saw the little fat man standing by and staring at him, so he couldn't practice anymore.

Seeing that he really wiped his mouth, he couldn't help laughing and said:

"Junior Brother Qian, what's the matter? No matter how handsome you are, you don't have to stare at me all the time, right?"

"No, Senior Brother Huang, I just saw you wielding the sword today. It looks so good, it seems like you've come to life, and I'm fascinated just looking at it."

The little fat man was also a little embarrassed.

"Then you have to practice a lot to be as handsome as me. That's all right, you can practice by yourself, I'm going on stage."

Seeing that the Qing Festival had arrived, he went straight to the stage.

"Tang Bukai, Ai Bubing, you two are patrolling below."

After Yu Qingjie finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Huang Lin and Ning Zhongze.

"The two of you will practice duel on stage."

"start!"

"Junior Sister Ning, please!"

Ningzhong still started with "Welcome the guests with Cangsong".

Huang Lin casually made a move of "Bai Yun Chu Xiu".

"Snapped"

Ning Zhong stared blankly at his own wooden sword on the ground.

"This stinky Huanglin, why doesn't he follow the routine and learn from each other, didn't he first show his friendship with 'Welcome to Cangsong' and 'Green Mountain Yinyin' first?"

"Yesterday was fine, but today you deliberately want to embarrass me?"

Her face turned blue and white while thinking.

Huang Lin knocked Ning Zhongze's sword down before regaining consciousness. He practiced all night last night, out of habit.

Seeing Uncle Yu glanced over, he ran over to pick up Ning Zhongze's wooden sword and handed it back in two or three steps.

"I'm sorry Junior Sister Ning, just now I lost my mind for a while, let's come again."

With Yu Qingjie at the side, Ning Zhong didn't dare to be presumptuous. He gave Huang Lin a sideways look, and snatched the wooden sword from him.

The next practice will be much smoother.

It's just that Huang Lin used his sword today a little sharper and more flexible than yesterday, which made Ning Zhong a little messy occasionally.After Huang Lin came to his senses, he restrained himself in time, so he didn't feel embarrassed again.

On the contrary, Yu Qingjie nodded from time to time watching from the sidelines.

At the end, Yu Qingjie asked them their names and encouraged them respectively.

After Huang Lin's swordsmanship and mentality were on the right track.

Except for practicing with Ning Zhongze in the morning of the first month, I never went there again on the grounds that I practiced alone and improved faster.In the afternoon, the mind training in the practice room gradually decreased, and I often meditated in the dormitory. .

Seeing his rapid progress, Yu Qingjie and Liu Qingsheng let him go.

Huashan's mentality is steady, but slow is really slow. It takes nearly two hours for a week.

He then adjusted the training time.

Get up and practice sword at Maoshi.

After Zhi Maozheng had breakfast, he went back to the dormitory to meditate and practice his mind. After a week, it was time for dinner.

Then take a walk to a secluded corner to practice swords.

In the afternoon, practice the mental method for another week.

Perform martial arts in your mind for an hour before going to bed at night.

Fortunately, the second uncle and elder brother of the family put a lot of money when they came, so that the day is full, the body and blood can keep up, and the mind is not hurt.

Huashan. Yunvfeng

There are many pavilions and archways can be seen everywhere.

A majestic hall stands in it, the door of the hall is closed, and there is a plaque hanging with the inscription "Sword Qi Chongxiao Pavilion".

Four disciples in moon white shirts stood at the door holding swords.

Occasionally, there are disciples who pass by, but they don't look sideways, and they walk lightly.

At the top of the hall, a middle-aged man is sitting upright with his eyes closed.

The two sides below were full of men and women of various colors, some closed their eyes and rested their minds, some glanced around, and some chatted with each other in a low voice. If Huang Lin was here, he might be able to find a few people he was more familiar with.

"Master, it's already September, as usual, next month there will be an outer sect contest, please show me the master."

The person who asked the question was an old man in the first seat on the left, who looked like an ordinary old man, turned around and sat down after speaking.

As the old man spoke, the scene quieted down.

Hearing this, the leader of the seat opened his eyes, his eyes were deep, and he glanced left and right.

"Elder Yuan, you are in charge of the Outer Sect this year. How is the current situation? Can the Outer Sect Grand Competition be held?"

After speaking, look to the right.

On the first seat on the right is an old man with a thin face, stroking his beard and closing his eyes, with sword energy overflowing from his body.

Underneath is a beautiful middle-aged woman, with soft eyes and amiable face, it is easy to get close to.

The next one is Elder Yuan Qingming who showed up before, his stern expression has not changed. Seeing the headmaster questioning, he stood up and clasped his fists and replied:
"Sect Master, this group of outer sect disciples has been taught by Yuan Mou together with Junior Brother Liu Qingsheng, Junior Brother Yu Qingjie, and Junior Sister Gu Qingyinggu, and it has been half a year now."

"Several younger brothers and younger sisters have more contact with them on weekdays, and Yuan also checks them out from time to time. This group of disciples has made considerable progress, and there are a few good seedlings among them."

After Yuan Qingming finished speaking, the voice gradually became lively.

"Old Xiong, I have to accept two good seedlings this year to inherit the mantle."

The one who spoke was a middle-aged burly man on the left, with an extremely strong aura.

"Well, you old bear, none of your six or seven disciples has become angry, and you still want to harm others."

"Junior Brother Zhou, have those three of your disciples entered the second rank?"

"It's none of your business, let your disciple come over and have a look, and just take a bottle of Peiyuan Pill as a bet, will you come?"

Peiyuan Pill, refined from more than ten kinds of precious medicinal materials, taking one pill, there will be no worry of qi and blood decay within three days when practicing internal strength.

"Why don't you compare with my disciple?"

"Bah, you don't even look at how old your disciples are."

People on the left and right came and went, exposing each other's old secrets. If the disciples saw the posture of their teacher, they would probably be dumbfounded.

"cough!"

When the words of the two sides became more and more fierce, the leader Ning Qingyu who was sitting at the top coughed with a dark face.

The sound seemed to be exploding in the ear, and the eardrum was aching.

Even the thin old man sitting upright with his eyes closed on the right side couldn't help frowning, but opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of sharpness in his eyes.

But the four disciples outside the door didn't notice anything.

"You are already old, and you are not afraid of people's jokes! The outer sect competition is scheduled for the twentieth of next month. Those who want to recruit disciples will report to Elder Tan and Elder Yuan for statistics. The venue will be prepared on the fifteenth of next month. Bar."

After Ning Qingyu finished speaking, he got up and walked away.

When Ning Qingyu left, the elders sitting first on the left and right sides also got up and came out side by side, and there was a hidden conversation between the two.

It was only then that there was another sound in the house. Fortunately, seeing that the door was opened, there was not much quarreling, but there were endless "humming" sounds when they reached the door.

The few disciples at the door didn't dare to look around, they could only pretend to be wooden figures.

After Yuan Qingming went out, he followed the thin old man and the kind woman all the way back to Luoyan Peak.

"All sit down."

The thin old man took the two of them to a courtyard on the mountainside of Luoyan Peak.

"Thank you, brother."

The woman and Yuan Qingming sat side by side.

"Junior Brother Yuan, tell me about the situation of this group of disciples, and who are the good seedlings."

The old man sat at the head, and he was not polite.

"Senior Brother Tan, there are really a few good seedlings this year, and one of them may be another Junior Brother Feng."

"Oh? My old man was robbed of Junior Brother Feng by his junior uncle, but he hasn't had a good meal for half a year, and he sighed and sighed for many days."

Hearing that there was a Miaozi who was comparable to Junior Brother Feng, the woman's eyes lit up, and she looked at Elder Tan who was above her.

Elder Tan seemed to have a sense of it, and nodded to the woman.

"Senior Sister Luan, this was reported by Junior Brother Yu Qingjie. I have personally observed it for a few days. He is indeed a genius. Now we only talk about swordsmanship, including the remaining ones from previous years. Among the disciples of the outer sect, the one who can compare with him is probably It's just a handful."

Seeing that the senior sister was interested, Yuan Qingming explained.

"According to Junior Brother Yu, this little guy's surname is Huang."

　Due to the needs of the plot, Feng Qingyang's age is set to be 10 years older than Yue Buqun, so please don't get into it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)