Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 265 Nine Yins and Nine Yangs, Heyuan Golden Elixir

Song Qingshu's grasping and retreating was like an antelope's horns hanging on its horns, it was extremely chic, light and quick.

King Yin Ye asked, "[Ti Yun Zong]?"

Song Qingshu took a sip of tea and said, "Yes."

King Yin Ye's desire to win suddenly rose, and he said: "In my life, no one will accept me except my father. You are so good at such a young age, it really makes me want to be a bit skilled. Come on, let's work together I help!"

Song Qingshu put down his teacup, looked at King Yin Ye who was eager to try, and couldn't help frowning: "I only have one move, if you can catch it, I will tell you my secret."

King Yin Ye said angrily: "Do you think I can't even catch your move? Boy, young people can be crazy, but there is no limit to not being crazy. I'm with you"

Before King Yin Ye finished speaking, he heard Song Qingshu say: "Too many words!"

The next moment, he sat upright on the chair without moving, his right hand dipped a drop of water in the cup holder, and then said to King Yin Ye: "One trick!"

King Yin Ye frowned. Not only did Song Qingshu put too much pressure on him, but he also felt that Song Qingshu looked down on him, and his face was a bit ferocious. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"

Song Qingshu flicked his fingers, and the drop of tea came out of his hand, but the strange thing was that the speed of the drop was not very fast, it could even be said to be a bit slow, and the strangest thing was that it was not only slow, but also flew in the air like a swimming Like a fish, it flew towards King Yin Ye in a circle or straight.

King Yin Ye clenched his fist with his right hand and swung his right arm out.He was going to flick the drop of tea back with the back of his hand, so that the kid would know how powerful he is.

But just when the back of his hand was about to touch the drop of tea, he suddenly felt awkward, as if if he really hit the water with the back of his hand, something bad would happen.

At the next moment, the drop of water suddenly accelerated and hit Yin Yewang's Xing chest.

This time, King Yin Ye was quick-witted. He pushed his left arm to his chest, and quickly withdrew his right arm to put it under his left arm, trying to block the tea that was not the size of his fingernail.

But at the moment when the two came into contact, King Yinye flew backwards and hit the wall directly.

There was a "pop" sound, and his whole body was stuck to the wall motionless, and it took a while before he slowly slid down to the ground.

King Yin Ye sat on the ground with his back against the wall. After waiting for a cup of tea, he slowly stood up, went to the chair and sat down. Seeing Song Qingshu silent, his eyes were full of disbelief.

It took a long time before he opened his mouth and said: "You, you can kill me with just a drop of water?!" His voice was very hoarse, and his tone was full of decadence.

Song Qingshu shook his head: "You only saw the tea, but you didn't see the kung fu I did in the tea."

Yin Yewang asked: "You mean, you are not that strong?"

Song Qingshu shook his head and said, "I mean, you're not that weak!"

The two looked at each other for a long time before King Yin Ye clasped his fists and said, "I have learned the trick! I admire it!"

At this time, Wu Chang suddenly said: "Zhang Wuxia and his wife will come from Wudang, and it will take more than a month. Master Yin, can you let us stay at the house?"

King Yinye waved his hand and said, "It's a trivial matter, you can stay as long as you want!"

Then he ordered the servants to prepare rooms for several people.

In the end, King Yinye said earnestly to Song Qingshu: "Brother Song, your martial arts skills are boundless. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you a lot for more than a month!"

Song Qingshu didn't refuse, after all, cannibalism is soft but hand is short.

In this way, the five of them lived in King Yinye's mansion for a month.

King Yinye sought out Song Qingshu for martial arts for a long time, but the gap between him and Song Qingshu was too great. Song Qingshu could see through his flaws without saying anything, but he still had the strength to point out his shortcomings in kung fu. .

After all, the three thousand roads lead to the same goal by different routes, and kung fu has reached the level of Song Qingshu, and it is already analogous to other kung fu.

And this month also allowed Song Qingshu to sort out his own situation.

Whenever the night is quiet, Song Qingshu can't help but think of Yang Yaoqin, wondering how she is doing in Zhongnan Mountain now, Yang Shaoyou brought him down to Wudang Mountain in the first place to give him the family biography [Nine Yin Manual].

It's not that Yang Shaoyou saw Song Qingshu right, but because he knew that if nothing happened to the kid in front of him, he would be his son-in-law in the future, and he had some other thoughts, so he happily accepted [Nine Songs] Yinzhenjing] taught to Song Qingshu.

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu stretched out his palm, and saw wisps of zhenqi overflowing from the five fingertips at the same time, like strands of condensed strands, slowly fused into a ball like an egg in his palm.

At the same time, his other palm also fused into a ball.

These two spheres seem real and illusory, one is black and the other is white, the black is as deep as night, and the white is as bright as day.

This is the current state of true energy in his body.

The black one is the [Nine Yang Manual], and the white one is the [Nine Yin Manual]. It stands to reason that the [Nine Yang Manual] should be white when it reaches the yang, while the [Nine Yin Manual] To be yin and soft, it should be black.

But the world is so wonderful, the two are just the opposite.

At this time, I saw him slowly approaching the two hands, the two balls, one black and one white, as the palms approached, wisps of tentacle-like true energy began to protrude from the surface, and the two sides seemed to be mutual Exploration, and mutual integration.

Slowly, the zhenqi protruding from the two began to merge with each other, and the black and white qi merged, turning into a faint golden color.

And with the passage of time, the bodies of the two spheres also began to fuse, and where the two wanted to touch, the black and white colors gradually faded, turning into a faint golden color, blooming with an incomparably pure color.

At this time, sweat was pouring down on Song Qingshu's forehead, and the veins on his hands were bulging, and he was already faintly twitching.

But he gritted his teeth tightly and exerted force with both palms at the same time, trying to completely fuse the two spheres, but at this moment, something bad happened.

I saw that most of the spheres that had been fused suddenly started to repel each other. The golden qi that was originally fused into golden qi was divided into black and white qi again, and each returned to its own camp.

After a while, the two spheres were re-divided into two colors, one black and one white, and there was no fusion at all.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu sighed, and slowly absorbed the zhenqi in his hands into his body, and then clapped his palms, and the two balls disappeared.

This hard work has failed again.

Song Qingshu sighed secretly, looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, the bright moon seemed to turn into Yang Yaoqin's face, smiling at him.

To be a stranger in a foreign country alone, think of love every time during the festive season.

A feeling of loneliness arises spontaneously.

In fact, Song Qingshu knew that when he was born, he was pregnant with innate qi. In the words of the old Taoist, he stood on top of other people's end points when he was born. The old Taoist worked hard for 100 years before he entered the innate realm. Rhyme is the innate qi.

But when Song Qingshu was born, he was filled with innate qi, which made the old man envious.

So the old Taoist worked hard to find [Innate Skill] for him. Originally, he hoped that the innate skill could guide and strengthen the innate qi in his body.

At the beginning, Song Qingshu did discover that this [Innate Skill] could really mobilize the innate qi in his body, but as time went by, he discovered to his horror that his original innate qi was slowly diluting, waiting for Lao Dao's centenary birthday. At that time, his innate qi was no longer as pure as seven percent when he was born.

Although the quantity has increased, the purity has dropped by a large margin.

Only then did he understand that the [Innate Skill] he practiced could not strengthen his innate qi, the only thing he could do was to dilute it.

So later he stopped practicing that [Innate Kungfu], and his martial arts didn't increase any more. Even though his Kungfu was already too high for his peers and even elders, he couldn't see his own way forward, but Song Qingshu still let him go. Feeling an inexplicable panic.

After all, he is still young, and he doesn't want to make no progress in his life, but he can no longer continue to practice [Innate Skill], so the most urgent task is to find an inner strength mental method that can make the innate skill in his body grow stronger.

So he told the old man about it, and the old man was also surprised.

After detecting the innate qi in his body, the old Taoist went into the room and went to retreat!
(End of this chapter)