Ju Lingzhu

For ten days, except for meals, Zhou Dao never left the side of the mahamudra trace.Not even at night.Every day, I practice meditation next to the handprints. If I am tired, I will rest with my legs crossed. When I am hungry, Pan Liang and others will bring food.At first, Zhou Wenshu was worried when he saw his son like this.But in the end, I heard from Pan Liang and others that some masters practiced in closed doors and did not go out for several months or years, so I was relieved.

In the past ten days, Zhou Dao had eaten all the thousand-year-old ginseng he had brought with him.Whenever I am exhausted, I take a bite of cross-legged breath adjustment.

Kacha Zhoudao ate the last piece of ginseng into his stomach, only felt a warm current melt in his stomach, and then flowed into the meridians, and the fatigue from Zhou Tian's body was swept away immediately.

"Hey, it seems that I have to make some pills when I have time. It's too wasteful to take some directly like this, and the effect is not the best." Zhou Dao secretly thought.

"I have almost understood the artistic conception of this mahamudra, and if I continue to comprehend it, I'm afraid I can't reach it with my current strength, so I have to come here first."

Ten days later, Zhou Dao felt that he had made great progress and understanding of the palms he had practiced in the past, for example, he had a new understanding of the yin and yang palms of the giant spirit palms.

And the eight pictures of Tianlong Bashi that I remembered in my mind before feel a lot clearer.Zhou Dao felt that he should be able to perform the first move almost by himself.

When Zhou Dao returned home, he was surprised to find that the yard of his house was full of people, even outside the door.All are villagers of this village.

"This is." Zhou Dao was a little strange.

"Kan Daoer is back."

"Hehe, Dao'er has finished training."

"It's really promising."

Everyone said enthusiastically.Zhou Dao was a little curious.

"Third Uncle and Second Aunt, who are you?"

"Hehe, it's nothing. We're here to play, and we're here to thank you."

"It's nothing, nothing." Zhou Dao said quickly.

When Zhou Dao came to the house, Zhou Wenshu was chatting with some old men.

"Father."

"Dao'er, you're finally home." Zhou Wenshu said with a smile.

"Second grandfather and third uncle, you are also here." Zhou Dao greeted.

"Hehe, yes, I didn't expect Dao'er to be so promising after a few years." Several old men laughed.

"Hehe." Zhou Dao just smirked.

"Well, let's go first and come back when we have time." As a result, the old man got up and said.

"Sit no longer." Zhou Wenshu said.

"Hehe, no, it's a family so close, it doesn't matter when you come to play." The third uncle said enthusiastically.

After everyone was gone, Zhou Dao asked suspiciously: "What's going on?"

"Hehe, it's nothing. Didn't you give each family 100 taels of silver? Since that day, our house has been crowded with people every day." Zhou Wenshu laughed.

"Oh that's it." Zhou Dao nodded.

"But there is one more thing." Zhou Wenshu said suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Dao asked doubtfully.

"Several families have come to tell me that they want their children to go out with you, and they also want to make a name for themselves," Zhou Wenshu said.

"Is this?" Zhou Dao thought about it.

In fact, Zhou Dao also thought about this kind of thinking. It would not be a good thing to take the young man from Murakami out to teach martial arts, but if the fighting outside is brutal, he might die.If something happened, it would be difficult for him to explain to the villagers.

"What's the matter, is there any difficulty?" Seeing Zhou Dao pondering, Zhou Wenshu asked.

"It's like this." Zhou Dao expressed his thoughts.

"That's true." Zhou Wenshu also pondered.

"Besides, it also depends on everyone's aptitude. Those with poor aptitude will not have much future in going out, but it is possible to teach kung fu." Zhou Dao thought about it.

"Too."

"Look, if I have time, I'll gather everyone together and explain." Zhou Dao made up his mind.

After resting for two days, Zhou Dao went to the back mountain to practice again. This time, Zhou Dao stopped practicing Mahamudra and came to the side of the fist seal.

This fist print is even more powerful than the big hand print just now, Zhou Dao even guessed that it was not made by one person.

The artistic conception exuded by this fist print is extremely rigid and strong, which is different from the mighty and domineering aura of the big mudra just now. This punch seems to punch through the earth.Moreover, he showed his sharpness, with a spirit of swallowing the sky and breaking the earth.

And this punch has another characteristic, that is, it is solid, and it doesn't take any effort to punch down, this is what Zhou Dao admires the most.

One punch can maximize the power without wasting a trace of true energy, which is far from being possible with Zhou Dao's strength.

This time Zhou Dao practiced in front of the fist seal for half a month.

I saw Zhou Dao raised his arms and clenched his fists, shouted loudly, and a domineering spirit that he didn't usually have burst out from his body.A straight punch hit the ground.

Zhou Dao looked at the fist marks on the ground, then shook his numb arm and said in a low voice, "I've finally made some progress."

After practicing fist seal, Zhou Dao feels that although his physical strength has not increased, his punches and palms are now much more powerful than before. Jin is more powerful and can also cause psychological pressure on the opponent.

In the next month, Zhou Dao studied some other traces, but only learned a little bit.But these have already been digested by Zhou Dao.After all, one's own strength lies here, no matter how you say it, you have to take it step by step, there is no such thing as reaching the sky in one step.

Fortunately, Zhou Dao has now been transformed by Ju Lingzhu to an extraordinary level, both physically and mentally, he is much stronger than ordinary people, otherwise he would not have realized these things, and some magic arts such as the previous Tianlong Bashi would not Will be deeply recorded in my mind.

In fact, there are not many traces in the whole valley. These days, Zhou Dao has been thinking about how these traces in the valley were formed. He said that fighting is not like fighting, and that practicing kung fu is not like practicing kung fu.So Zhou Dao has been very puzzled.Especially the last trace is also the biggest trace in this valley.

Zhou Dao studied almost all the traces in the valley, and there was only one left, which was the split hill.

This is a small hill around the valley, and there is a small path in the middle, as if it was split by a knife or an axe.In the past, Zhou Dao believed that it was caused by a fight between gods and gods.But Zhou Dao now has doubts after practicing.Although Zhou Dao was surprised by some traces such as the big handprint, these traces are nothing compared to the traces of the split hill. This is not a distance of several tens of feet, but a hill.

At first, Zhou Dao even thought that this was not caused by humans. After all, Zhou Dao couldn't imagine what kind of strength it would take to create such traces.But after Zhou Dao observed it, he was shocked to find that it should be caused by people, and he didn't know what kind of weapon was used.

Zhou Dao carefully let go of his mental power to sense, because Zhou Dao knew that if traces of this level exuded momentum, he would not be able to bear it, and then it would not only be as simple as going mad, he might even lose his life.

However, Zhou Dao's mental power gradually spread out, and the mountain in front of him did not respond at all. Zhou Dao's mental power continued to increase until he finally gritted his teeth until the traces of the mountain in front of him still did not respond at all.In the end, he slowly withdrew his mental power.Abandoned the induction plan.