The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 131 Tiangang Strength, Earth Shagong, 72 piles of supernatural powers

"Strange!"

"In other words, the predecessors of the White Lotus Sect must have entered this crypt and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the kung fu on the murals. Unfortunately, the situation was gone before they could fully practice."

Holding the torch, Chen Zhuo carefully observed the murals on the wall. Even though they were old, they were colorful and still eye-catching and clear.

When the lanterns approached, I saw that the women on the wall had a sense of radiance, with vivid eyebrows and eyes, lively postures, and springy faces. Turning cross-legged, it seems obscene, but the various postures formed by the bones of the body are all in their own way, and they are very evil.

Chen Zhuo secretly wondered, no wonder this skill can only be passed on from female to female.

If a man sees these things, he is afraid that he will not be tempted, and his brain is full of desire, how can he get a glimpse of the subtlety? Will care about a few nude paintings on the wall.

However, although these nude paintings are evil, the spirit is hidden in them. It is an authentic and shocking secret method of Taoism. Compared with any relics, this is the secret that cannot be passed on, the supreme treasure.

I glanced at the dust on the stone wall, and those few mantras. I'm afraid that even the ancient Buddha couldn't see the true meaning in it, otherwise, he would have left easily, let alone leave these 72 murals to him.

Chen Zhuo looked at the dead Nianhua again. If he expected it to be true, this person probably learned his kung fu from the murals, but why didn't he tell the secret of the ancient Buddhist paintings?

Is it because he is afraid that the ancient Buddha's achievements will bring disaster to the world?Or is it selfish?
He shook his head and sighed softly, he didn't think about it anymore, but calmed down and walked around the crypt a few times carefully.

"what?"

But looking at it, Chen Zhuo was amazed to find that the poses of these 72 murals can be put together out of order, and they can be changed by themselves, which is infinitely mysterious, and the changes seem to be different according to personal thoughts and perceptions .

Everyone's style of play is different, and the strength they achieve is also different. The three strengths of light, darkness, and transformation are even more different. However, these 72 murals seem to cover everything.

With a thought in his mind, he unconsciously observed and moved.

For example, the mural of the woman lying on her side with her elbows on her side and her waist stretched out, seems to be a pile of skills, but it can be transformed into palms, catches, legs, and swords and swords.

Chen Zhuo jumped up in the air and moved his muscles and bones, but with this movement, the glistening parts on the mural were actually connected into thin lines in his eyes, as if he wanted to get out of the graceful body of the woman painted on the mural, flickering on and off, Swimming like a dragon and snake, it is actually a movement of muscles and muscles.

"Tian Gang Jin?"

Not all.

It turns out that the surface of the mural is not flat, but there are hidden textures and gullies on it. If you want to understand the essence, you have to touch it.

"Amazing! Wait..."

Chen Zhuo suddenly seemed to understand something, his eyes were bright, and he quickly scanned the murals on the wall, then he was stunned in place, his eyelids trembled, and he was stunned for a long while...

"These 72 murals were actually practiced from the "exhaustion method"."

The form and spirit are restrained to the bone, and there is no need to stick to the moves.

This is a realm that many people dream of and can hardly achieve, but the doorway on the murals is actually based on this, and it begins from this.

What Gu Yu said about him is just the tip of the iceberg, but even if there are deficiencies, it is really unimaginable that people can develop the ability of "inner vision" after practicing to the extreme.

No wonder I didn't see a trace of Neijiaquan, because the form and spirit have been absorbed, and the spirit and meaning are contained.

The person who left these murals must be an extraordinary person who is astonishing in the past and the present.

Land Immortal?

These four words popped up in his mind by accident, and they could only be these four words.

Chen Zhuo suddenly felt his mouth dry, as if for the first time he truly felt the weight of it.

Na Ganfengchi claimed that he was only one step away from the "True Land Immortal", but one step was like a chasm, so he probably didn't know what the "True Land Immortal" was.

Chen Zhuo calmed down and calmed his mind. He looked at the medicine boxes, about fifty or sixty pieces, many of which were empty inside, probably eaten by ancient Buddhas, and some were lost due to the age. It has medicinal properties, but fortunately, some of them are well preserved.

That being the case...

With a sinking heart, he gulped down the cold air in the crypt and cave, wrapped his tongue, his mind stirred, mixed with his body fluid, like swallowing a round pill, rolled into his throat, sank into his lungs, and then entered his dantian.

His tiangang qi has long been different from what Gu Yu said, since he received the celestial thunder, it has resonated into qi, and the movements of his muscles have undergone wonderful changes. It can be regarded as his unique qi. sui generis.

But looking at the movement of the muscles in the painting now, Chen Zhuo actually has a vague illusion that he is still not perfect, and there are still deficiencies, and it seems that he can continue to expand and explore to make up for himself.

With the mobilization of Qi and blood, following the sudden sound of thunder in the crypt, Chen Zhuo concentrated his mind, looked at one of the murals, and stretched his body in the air. The murals blend with each other and verify each other.

Unexpectedly, his figure turned upside down and his vision was upside down, but unexpectedly discovered that the things on this mural seemed to be practiced upside down.

"What a great fortune..."

Whispering softly, Chen Zhuo's fists and feet have already moved, and his mouth is even more muttering, "It's always the spirit, be careful not to let it leak out... the energy and spirit are samadhi... the pores of the Ganfeng Pond are closed, and the energy is not leaking, could it be convenient?" It's so...the five upside down...the five elements are upside down...could it be possible to attract the energy of the five internal organs...the inner alchemy of the Taoist sect..."

In the past, if the secret secret formula was used in the past, he would probably have listened to it as a storytelling story, but now that the realm is high and the climate has become, when he thinks about it carefully, he feels that some of the sentences seem to be hidden secrets, and the more he thinks about it, the more Feel mysterious and obscure, unpredictable and difficult to understand.

Chen Zhuo's original calm expression also gradually changed. He really couldn't treat it with a normal heart because of such a shocking method, and he wished to see the mystery immediately.

"kill!"

As he thought about it, he suddenly saw fists and palms moving violently in the crypt, with a murderous intent.

……

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

In the early spring of the same year, the British strongman Obi Yin set up a ring in Shanghai, mocking the Chinese as the "sick men of East Asia".

When Nong Jinsun heard the news, he sent several urgent letters to the capital, Guangdong, and Jinmen. Huo Yuanjia, the hero of Jinmen, was the first to receive the news, and rushed to him day and night to invite him to fight.

Then Zuo Zongsheng, a disciple of Wang Wu, led the crowd to rush there with a strong reputation.

As soon as Huo Yuanjia arrived in Shanghai, major newspapers published news in large fonts one after another, and this battle attracted much attention.

Then the enemy was defeated in one battle.

Since then, Huo Yuanjia became famous in Shanghai, bringing about a frenzied wave of martial arts practice. All major schools flocked to invite him to perform martial arts lectures, and his reputation became even greater.

At the beginning of June of the following year, Huo Yuanjia and Nong Jinsun established the "Jingwuhui" in Shanghai under the promotion and recommendation of the Tongmenghui, people with lofty ideals and various people from the "Shenzhou League".

And from then on, he abandoned the views of sects and passed on the surname of others...

……

But in Tianmen Temple, I was shocked to see murderous intent.

Since the news that the rain washed out the ancient artifacts from Tianmen Mountain in the past, the number of treasure hunters has never stopped.

Originally, this theory has been gradually forgotten over time, but a month ago, someone accidentally smashed through the mechanism in the Daxiong Palace and found a secret passage; associating with the rumors about hidden treasures in the mountains, this person has a deep mind and is also a Jianghu person , did not immediately go into the secret passage to explore, but secretly gathered a few people and came here in the middle of the night.

In the ancient temple of harmony, swords and soldiers were raised.

"All benefactors, don't want to hurt my Buddhist disciples. If you are asking for money, you can take the incense money in the temple at will..."

In the empty field outside the Daxiong Palace, torches were everywhere, and the dancing flames reflected fierce, indifferent and cold faces.

Forced by swordsmen, all the nuns gathered in a corner of the empty field, and several masters guarded the half-grown disciples behind them, their expressions were tense, and they tried to persuade them.

"Hehe, any amount of incense money you have is not enough for the grandpas to stuff their teeth. Wait, wait until the grandpas finish their important tasks, and then talk to you."

The leader was a bald man, squinting a pair of triangular eyes, and kept looking at the little nuns, obviously having evil thoughts, laughing strangely, and the faces of the little masters who listened to the high-pitched voices turned pale and gathered together. Trembling together.

What's even more strange is that there is a mandrill about half a man's height squatting beside this person, grinning and yawning from time to time, with its fangs sticking out, very fierce.

"That's it?"

The big man turned his head to look at a green-faced thin man beside him.

The man nodded, "Brother, that's right, it's inside."

When a group of people went in and searched for the mechanism to open the secret passage, they were all overjoyed.

Those masters also showed astonishment, puzzled, obviously ignorant.

"Watch them, and kill them all if they dare to make any changes."

The bald man ordered in a cold voice, and jumped in, followed by the mandrill and the other two subordinates.

Several people have good posture, jumping and jumping between the mountain crevices.

But the more you go down, the more weird you feel, because there is a strange sound coming from the depths, it seems to be some kind of low-pitched roar, it also seems to be a throbbing heartbeat, and there are heavy panting, there is an invisible terrifying oppression It was as if the cold air in the secret passage caressed everyone's bodies, and everyone shivered, as if the end of the secret passage was not a treasure, but a dragon's nest and a tiger's lair.

The bald man narrowed his gloomy eyes, saw the scattered arrows on the ground, and stretched out his hand to untie a soft whip from his waist.

"Be careful, there may be danger down there."

Although it was scary, but fortunately, there was no danger along the way.

When a few people came to the end and entered the cave, their tense expressions suddenly relaxed, and they were all stunned and stunned.

In front of him, there are countless gold, silver and jewels, full of jewels and jewels.

"Brother, we're going to send..."

One person hadn't finished talking, but the mandrill next to him seemed to have seen a ghost, his black hair exploded, and he opened his mouth to let out an irritable growl.

The big bald man heard the sound and looked, but just as he turned his neck, he was immediately flushed all over his face by a puddle of stench and hot blood.

He opened his eyes wide and his pupils narrowed, only to see that the mandrill he had worked so hard to raise was now only a headless body standing on the spot, the tense body was loosened, and the blood from the broken neck was rushing like roaring and chirping like rain splash.

A hoarse and low voice sounded faintly at this moment.

"Is this bastard raised by you?"

　Finish this volume tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)