Starting from the Abandoned Disciple in Laoshan

Chapter 106 My son is going to sleep
The night unfolds, the stars appear, and the moon wanes.

In the Zhengyiguan guest house built with the ups and downs of the mountain, there was a strong wind blowing open the doors and windows, but Shen Mo was seen walking in the guest house, and the Gang Qi radiating from his body was heavy or light, intertwined like a tide.

Accompanied by the vibration of Gang Qi, the viscera and bone marrow in the body are slightly resonated, and slight itching emanates.

This is different from the inner strength method of the Little Thunder Sound Curse.

Because the vibration of Shen Mo's stellar qi now separates Lu Lu Yin and Yang, switches back and forth, or merges suddenly.This is a bit of mystery he realized from the Great Yin Yang Hand.

It's a pity that he didn't find out the real cultivation method of yin and yang two qi, he was only able to fuse a little fur to polish his physical body.

This is a small adjustment that harmonizes the yin and yang of Shen Mo's physical body.Under the adjustment of Gang Qi, the muscles, bones, flesh and viscera are in a more comfortable position.

At the same time, traces of extremely subtle Gang Qi grew in Shen Mo's body.

This is Nei Gang.

Since there is a body-protecting qi, there is naturally a qi that protects the fragile internal organs.

Of course, Shen Mo's viscera are many times stronger than ordinary people, but it is still not enough to face the blow of extraordinary power.

With the protection of the inner gang, it is equivalent to putting on armor.

This is another wonderful use of Xuantiangang's thunder body.

Of course, in today's world, the most powerful way to protect the body with stellar qi should be the Tiangang boy skill, which is the perfect combination of stellar qi and horizontal training of the physical body.

What kind of gold bell jar and the like are also somewhat inferior.

Shen Mo couldn't help but let out a long howl as the stellar air flow circulated.In the reverberation of howling, there was wind and thunder simultaneously, faintly disturbing the mysteries of heaven and earth.

It's windy!
Qingchenzi and a few Taoist priests on duty at night looked towards Shen Mo's guest house, their eyes flashed with surprise and admiration.

"It's a bit like our Xuantian Thunder Gang in Longhu Mountain."

"It seems that there is still a trace of the charm of the five thunders of the old master."

"Use the spirit to control the qi, and use the qi to guard the spirit. It is really a natural seed of cultivation."

Qingchenzi exchanged emotions with several Taoist priests, and even couldn't help feeling a little jealous in his heart.They can feel that these stellar qi are not the true method that has been refined through thousands of years of tempering, and there are quite a few omissions in it.It is precisely because of this that they can feel jealous, because this is not Shen Mo's inheritance, and he is practicing like a cat and a tiger, but is creating with his own understanding!
It is not easy for practitioners to repair existing skills. If they are created, it is another world, which represents infinite possibilities.

At the same time, creating new cultivation methods is also stupid.

There are many people who take shortcuts in this world, but there are very few who are willing to work hard.Stepping into this path, it can even be said that it is often less than half the effort.

However, practice requires this kind of stupid effort.

The ancestors of Longhu Mountain, Laoshan Mountain, Kongtong School, etc. are all like this.

Their stupid kung fu promotes the progress of the practice world.

Longevity is an extremely distant goal, which needs to be accomplished by children and grandchildren.

This is the legacy of the Patriarch of Longhu Mountain.

Of course, most of the current Longhushan disciples don't pay much attention to this legacy. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and it's none of my business that God will send the big responsibility to others.

In fact, only top supernatural beings will realize that no one in this world has made a major breakthrough on the road to longevity for a long time.

It is easy to go from zero to pass, and the time and energy spent for each point increase is not the same as before.

Only the predecessors lamented that the closer you get to the avenue, the harder it is to walk.

For example, for many people, it seems that there is only one and a half steps away from refining Qi to reaching the level of God, but if you really want to cross it, it is as far as thousands of mountains and rivers.

Throughout the ages, this pass has stopped many geniuses, and it can be said that there are piles of bones.

Therefore, after the advent of the new era, so many people choose to embrace the new law and abandon the old law.

The old law is that supernatural powers are hard to come by, and immortality is hard to achieve; the new law is that supernatural powers are expected, but long life is impossible.Everyone is definitely willing to choose the new law, in exchange for strength, and a lifetime of vigor and vitality.

As for being completely obsessed and devoured by demons and gods?

No matter what, everyone is going to die!
A practitioner once said that after a person dies, the body will be eaten by maggots when buried in the soil. What is the difference between dying in the stomach of a demon and dying in the stomach of maggots?
When you die, everything is empty, and you should enjoy yourself in time.

In the night, someone chooses to say no.

"The Polu army will not accept Yang Zhen at night, but ask Jun Zijian for advice."

In the quiet night, a majestic voice echoed.

Others were secretly probing, but he came out to challenge openly, and Zao Wou-ki's tragic death during the day did not cause any psychological shadow on him.

"Military people."

"Sure enough, he is a character from the Asura Field, so courageous."

"I'm really happy for his opponent tomorrow."

"why?"

"His opponent tomorrow will definitely have no opponent."

"What a cold joke."

The people watching the battle whispered.

Yang Zhen looked around, "It is because of you cowards that the country is so dilapidated. Without our Polu army, how could you talk like you are now!"

Someone laughed lowly: "Without your military personnel, the country would not be as dilapidated as it is today."

"You can't say that, the dignitaries in the capital of God also eat a lot."

"Everyone has a share in this matter, and no one should say anything."

There were a few snickers from the people watching the battle.

Yang Zhen's face was ashen.

At this time, the wind in the inn subsided, and a calm voice came from inside,

"Jing Zhe, it's your turn. I'm going to sleep later."

The tone is flat.

"promise."

Jing Zhe put the jade box at the door of the inn, and said to the figures who couldn't see clearly in the night: "Who else of you wants to come, let's all come together. If you come one by one, it will disturb my son's sleep."

His tone was very calm, so calm that he didn't pay attention to everyone around him.

But no one laughed at him.

If you are ranked fifth on the hidden dragon list, you are also qualified to say such a thing.

Many people come back to their senses.

Su Ziqing's entourage in the capital of the gods is Jing Zhe, who ranks fifth on the Qianlong list.

The night was suddenly much quieter.

Yang Zhen took a step forward,
"They're all cowards."

He pulled out the knife, and the thick blood on the knife spread to his arm, and the blood all over his body rose crazily at this moment.

"Blood-drinking knife."

"No wonder you're so crazy."

"I heard that the blood-drinking knife can suck the blood of the person it kills into the knife body, and deliver it to the knife owner during the battle."

"That's right, this knife was originally the fang of a great demon. Since it was handed down, the owner of the knife has never died. Because the demonic nature is too deep."

"That's really a magic knife."

Then someone sneered, "It can be said to be a demon sword, but not a magic sword."

"What is a magic knife?"

"It's a rusty hatchet, and it can't be described as a magic knife. It's terrible anyway. It may even be the scariest knife in the world."

"Hatchet? It's still rusty. Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Have you heard of the evil emperor?"

"The evil emperor who disrupted the world a few years ago?"

"of course."

"Could it be that the hatchet is the knife in the hands of the evil emperor?"

"good."

"Compared to the rusty hatchet, how much worse is the blood-drinking knife."

"It's half a catty."

"That sounds about the same."

"I'm talking about half a catty of scrap iron and eight taels of gold."

"Scrap iron is a blood-drinking knife?"

"Nonsense, of course."

Under the cover of the night, the conversation between the two people who didn't know where came to Yang Zhen's ears, and his strong blood couldn't stop rising, and he yelled, "Who is it, sneaky, come out to me."

Sound waves lined up.

The bushes not far away fell down, and two figures appeared.

One of them chuckled, "That's right, we are just sneaking around."

After speaking, the shadows of the two melted into the night.

"Sneaky under the seat of Lord Yan Luo." Qing Chenzi's expression darkened.

Yang Zhen didn't care about the sneaking anymore, but examined Jing Zhe, "Jing Zhe, the magician, has been famous for a long time, let's make a move."

The bloodthirsty knife drove him to challenge the master and servant.

To be precise, it is a kind of attraction.

Jing Zhe nodded, and turned to Qingchenzi: "Daoist, borrow the sword."

Qingchenzi: "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword on his body came out of its sheath.

Yang Zhen's blood was burning like a raging fire.

And when Jing Zhe held the sword, it was as thick as a mountain.

"Come on." Yang Zhen shouted violently.

Jing Zhe didn't speak, but Jian Guang moved.

The ear-piercing roar of sword energy spread out, but it disappeared when it reached the door of the guest room.

There is no such magic in other places.

Qing Chenzi was splashed by the dust kicked up from the ground.

But his eyes are still inseparable from the fight between Jing Zhe and Yang Zhen.

Red sword light, blue sword shadow.

Terrible saber and sword aura filled the entire courtyard in an instant.

The sparks of gold and iron clanging flashed.

The blood-drinking knife's blade is light and bright, but the sword shadow is heavy and simple.

One is as light as weight, and the other is as light as weight.

The collision of two different ways makes people dazzled.

Except for the weird and mysterious gods and demons, the rest of the fights I saw during the day were not worth mentioning.

Of course, this is also the reason why many people hide their hole cards.

After a while, the blood-drinking knife's light was suppressed by the thick sword energy, like a fish caught in a big net, the more it breaks free, the tighter the net gets.

At last there was no escape.

Finally, the sound of the sword roared loudly, and within one sound, there seemed to be thousands of sounds.

The changes of the four seasons are all in it.

"Four Seasons Swordsmanship."

Qingchen was amazed.

The changes of the 24 solar terms are all in the swordsmanship of the four seasons.What's rare is that Jingzhe imbued the complex moves of the Four Seasons swordsmanship into one sword.

This is an indescribable genius.

There were many people with sharp eyesight present, who wanted to test Shen Mo tonight, but who would have thought that Jing Zhe would be such a genius, that he could explain all the complex changes in the four seasons' sword techniques with a single sword.

Fifth on the Qianlong list represents combat power.

But the exquisiteness of this sword really reflects Jing Zhe's innate talent in the way of swordsmanship.

Such a person is willing to be a follower.

"Is he short-sighted?"

Many were amazed and questioned.

"If he is willing to join our Huanhua Sword Sect, I will treat him as the next head!"

"Tch, the head of our Emei Sword Sect is already vacant."

"One Zihui Jianmen has been waiting for the sword god for many years, and this is him."

The people from several great sword sects couldn't hold their ground at all.

For a genius like Jing Zhe, to be a follower is too condescending.

The momentum of the sword was like a mountain and the sea, and finally turned into a wave of swords, drowning the light of the sword.

Yang Zhen suffered a crushing defeat.

"You go, my son is going to sleep."

(End of this chapter)