The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 90 The grandson of the Xu family, a ray of sky
It's three o'clock at night.

Around evening, heavy snow began to fall in the capital.

It took only three or two hours, and the outside was already white, with thick frost and snow; the white-haired wind howled like a ghost, and the goose-feathered snow fluttered and whirled between the sky and the earth, and there were hangers under the eaves. ice skates.

Heavy snow! !
The famous Yuanshun Escort in the capital has now become dilapidated and deserted.

In a deserted room, a steady and slow exhalation suddenly broke the silence.

In the dark shadows, a pair of bright eyes suddenly opened.

But in the next second, those eyes flashed with fierce murderous intent, with a terrifying and hostile aura, and he bent his legs and bent his waist, as if he had transformed from a human into a mandrill ghost, with a ferocious face, a shocking figure, and a short and thin body. His figure stretched out in an instant, and he became tall and strong. With a lift of his legs, he had already swept out of the room, striding like an ape, climbing walls, climbing trees and kicking branches, showing arrogance and madness.

The cold wind and snow hit Chen Zhuo's chest like a knife and an arrow. It was bitingly cold, but it couldn't cool down the rushing blood in his chest.

Thinking of what Xu Sanye had said during the day, he always felt that there was a stagnation in his heart, which was hard to express and uncomfortable.

But he couldn't yell out.

Swinging his fists, Chen Zhuo's technique is easy to grasp, sometimes Baguazhang, twisting and turning, like a kite drilling into the forest, like a dragon flying and an eagle pouncing, changing his moves in the snow like flowing clouds and flowing water; sometimes he uses Xingyi fist, like a tiger attacking an ape Vertical, as fast as a ghost, running like flying; sometimes using the palm instead of the knife to strike the knife, cutting through the air and snow.

It's just that as the breath sinks, all these styles of play gradually return to stability.

This trip is not only to kill the Empress Dowager, but also to prepare for the worst. If there is an old monster hiding in the palace, it will be a narrow escape, maybe the other party is already watching him in secret.

But the situation is imminent, and there is no way to retreat.

He spread his feet, stuck his horse on the ground, sat on the tip of his buttocks, as stable as a sedan chair, with his hands flat, and he was swallowing the wind and snow in front of him, and the chill entered his stomach, which made him gradually suppress the impetuousness in his heart. It is recalling the things recorded in Li Luoneng's book.

Kung Fu has no realm, there are only three training methods, Ming Jin, Dark Jin, and Hua Jin.

The masters in the Wumen arena have their own strengths, and the kung fu of each school and school is also different.

Some people have become bright, their muscles and bones are easy to shape, their physique is strong, and they are able to be seen by the naked eye at every turn; such as the external skills practiced horizontally, like the martial arts eye, with high and raised temples, only relying on the strong body, the sword cuts without leaving a mark, There is no need for fist moves, every move can hurt people.

This kind of kung fu is relatively superficial, but anyone who knows how to build up strength will become a good person after years of practice; as the muscles and bones become stronger and the energy is sufficient, the breath can be long and the strength will increase greatly.

There are also people who practice dark strength, which is internal breath to strengthen the five internal organs, stimulate qi and blood, focus on the inside instead of the outside, control the strength of darkness, mobilize the muscles to form various mysterious movements, and build strength with every gesture, hiding murderous intentions.

The difference between the two lies in the method of breathing.

To put it in a more general way, it means that the former is rigid strength, while dark strength is soft strength, softness is not weakness, it is internal strength, and it is also hidden strength.

As for Huajin, it is to obtain the rigidity of bright energy and the softness of dark energy, and the combination of light and dark.

That bright strength is easy to achieve, but when the physical body is strong, the barriers all over the body will become more and more difficult; the so-called turning clumsiness into skill, ordinary people's physical body is stiff, like those strongmen among foreigners. The more clumsy the walk, the more difficult it is for the muscles to work, because it is blocked by the physical body.

How to get through?
When softness is used to soften rigidity, internal strength runs through the whole body, muscles and muscles are kept alive, and softness and strength are used to dissolve the barriers formed by dark strength.

At this point, the rigidity and softness are completely melted, and the yin and yang are mixed together, which is the transformation of energy.

Originally, among these three training methods, there is no one who is stronger or weaker, and who is more capable than the other. Although a person has a hundred years of life, although there is a sequence, as long as they have done hard work, they can all become masters.

As for who is high and who is low, you have to fight to know.

But as soon as "Tong Xuan" came out, the three training methods became different.

In other words, there is a way to reach the profound.

It is mentioned in the book left by Li Luoneng that he first develops Ming energy, then dark energy, he has both, and then transforms energy; Passing all the passes, all the hard calluses and old skin all over the body fell off overnight, and then retracted in a gaseous state, and the spirit was restrained, no different from ordinary people.

Originally, this was the limit that ordinary warriors could achieve, but Li Luoneng was extraordinary.

He was extremely talented, and was startled to realize that martial arts was no longer advanced. After many days of hard thinking, he came up with the idea of ​​attracting inner energy to ascend to the sky.

Strength can not only pass through the limbs, but also can be absorbed into the internal organs by breathing, but why is the head an exception?

With this practice, it was out of control, and he narrowly escaped death.

I don't want to, but I really let him see the secret of Tongxuan.

Then I realized the three-level principle, which is the coherent extension of the samadhi of essence, qi, and spirit sought by martial arts, which is called refining essence to transform qi, practicing qi to transform spirit, and refining spirit to return emptiness.

In this way, if you want to understand Tongxuan, you have to practice gradually according to the light energy, dark energy, and transformation energy, so as to combine form, energy, and spirit.

The first three are practiced for the physical body, and the spirit is refined through the mystery, the mystery is the mystery, and the six senses are the mystery.

If the physical body and the spirit are in perfect harmony, it will be the acme of Tongxuan, and also the acme of "offensive and defensive". The attack can hit everything, and the rules can avoid everything.

But Tongxuan also has strengths and weaknesses. Everyone's physical body and self-spiritual fit are not the same, and those old monsters have been lingering for a few years.

But Li Luoneng also knew very little about how to realize the realm of Tongxuan, and only recorded his own path.

"If you talk about this practice method..."

As soon as Chen Zhuo's lips and teeth touched, the scorching breath came out of his mouth like a dragon, and disappeared in the wind and snow.

"My muscles and bones are easy to shape, and my momentum is like a dragon and a tiger. The bright energy has been formed, and the dark energy is combined with the 'hugging tiger energy', 'youlong energy', and 'tiangang energy'. I have both light and dark. The whole body is not as thorough as the masters and masters of the older generation."

His breath sank, and he suddenly thought of Guo Yunshen again.

At the beginning, Mr. Guo only said that he punched a set of punches on a whim, so he realized the mystery.

Chen Zhuo's eyes flashed, "It seems that there is more than one way."

As soon as he took his breath away, he turned around and entered the room, stepped out a few steps, and his figure gradually became thin and short again...

Early the next morning, in front of Yutai Teahouse, Mr. Xu drove a carriage over, sitting in his arms was a thin baby, about five or six years old, with a runny nose and a piece of sesame cake in his mouth.

Chen Zhuo had been waiting for a long time.

The two went to Wangzhuang outside the city, which was the village where they had avoided disaster.

Overnight, a thick layer of snow accumulated.

The child looked at Chen Zhuo curiously, and couldn't help sniffing his nose.

Seeing that Mr. Xu's eyebrows were covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost, Chen Zhu put down the harness and took the reins casually, "It's about the same age as my son."

Third Master Xu chuckled, "Oh, God is pity on me, leaving such a single seedling with a chance of survival. His father named him Xu Tian, ​​and I simply gave him a nickname, called Yixiantian."

"One line of sky?"

Chen Zhuo's expression became a little weird, but he quickly covered up the strange look, his eyes sank,
"Sit still, there is a tail biting up!"

　Some things came back late today, and then it was put on the shelves at [-] noon the day after tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)