Struggle in the martial arts world

The moonlight is like water, and there is a cool breeze.

The moon-watching platform at the top of Zhurong Peak.

A young man in a blue shirt sat cross-legged quietly, with a gentle expression on his delicate face. He held his hands in front of his chest in a heart-warming pose. He breathed and exhaled very regularly, and there was a thin stream of hot air lingering around his nose. He was obviously practicing some kind of advanced inner strength. .

It was almost the early summer of June when we escorted the ancestor's ashes back to Mount Heng. He encountered people from Mu Palace's mansion on the way and helped them. Why not be afraid to report the truth, and obeyed the master's order, and took the two juniors to describe the situation of the fight in detail, so that Master pointed out various deficiencies.

Take Liu Meng as an example. After explaining every move and coping method used in the fight at that time, the master's advice to Shou Shan is: step up physical training and improve internal strength.Xiang Shoushan was an elite disciple cultivated by the Hengshan School during its heyday, and his insight and vision were extremely extraordinary. The two requirements he put forward for Liu Meng's performance were completely in line with reality, and it is most appropriate to describe him as hitting the nail on the head.

Physical exercise is easy to say.Every morning after waking up, I carry a bucket to the creek on the mountainside and run back and forth ten times or eight times; I tie sandbags on my arms, legs and feet, and never take them off except when I go to sleep; when I have nothing to do, I go to the backyard of the Temple of the Holy Emperor, where there are piles of steps For the remaining stones, today I will move the pile of stones from the backyard to the front yard, and the next day from the front yard to the backyard. In short, I will try my best to use the existing conditions to gain strength.

In terms of internal strength, it is a bit difficult to deal with. Hengshan's mind is peaceful, there is no possibility of tricks, and it depends on time to accumulate to become more powerful.However, Liu Meng has only practiced internal skills for eight years, and he has barely achieved some success. If he wants to be able to support two or three hundred strokes in a fight, he needs at least 20 years of skill.

Fortunately, the inheritance of Hengshan School has a long history, and its heritage is extremely vast. Even if many top martial arts were lost after the battle of Yangzhou, the remaining ones are enough to look down on the world.

The sect master and master Xiang Shoushan has his own solution, which is to teach Liu Meng the sect's advanced internal strength "Zhenyue Jue" in advance.

Among the No. 16 disciples, only the first disciple, He Buwei, and the second disciple, Zhuang Buzhong, have cultivated superbly and laid a very good foundation of the Hengshan Mind Method, so they can be taught.Liu Meng's skill is only eight years old, and he is still two years away from the minimum requirement for practicing the Zhenyue Jue. Therefore, he repeatedly told Shoushan that he must be careful in groping and practicing, and must not be rashly greedy for merit. tragedy.

Liu Meng's concept of obsession is that the whole body is paralyzed and unable to move, and becomes a vegetable with a clear mind but unable to express.In such a tragic situation, I would rather die from bursting meridians than try.

Therefore, Liu Meng obeyed his master's instructions, only practiced breathing once a day in the morning, at noon and in the evening, and only practiced breathing for one week each time, slowly guiding the inner force to move through the meridians, and never dared to covet the slight increase of pure inner force.

A Zhou Tian was completed very quickly, Liu Meng returned his internal force to his dantian, feeling a little more fulfilling feeling.

In the last few days, Liu Meng has developed another habit. Every time after practicing internal strength, he would yell in his heart: I have achieved great feats, and I am invincible in the world. Standing at the top of the rivers and lakes, I sigh with emotion, "Life is as lonely as snow." ', the name was changed from now on, for Liu Bubai...

Walking slowly to the kitchen, I saw that today's meal was still vegetable porridge, without any fishy smell, sour water gushed out of Liu Meng's mouth, and his stomach rumbled like a convulsion.

During the three months of going down the mountain, the greedy insects were completely released.He has eaten meals for more than ten years, and now he looks tired, frowning and swallowing every meal. If it wasn't for the energy to exercise, Liu Meng would rather not eat.

Sighing, Liu Meng walked away in disappointment, smacking his bitterly pale mouth, and began to think wrongly.

Going north from Zhurong Peak, less than five miles away, is Jiangzhen Peak.Folks in Nanyue area, it is said that Shennong once collected herbs here, and died here because he tasted nematodes by mistake and was poisoned.Regardless of whether the rumors are true or not, the hunters in the mountains are reluctant to set foot on Jiangzhen Peak anyway, which makes it a place where small beasts gather.

Liu Meng's mouth was already full of slander, so he immediately decided to go to Jiangzhen Peak to hunt. As for the absurd rumor that nematodes are highly poisonous, as an atheist, of course he wouldn't care.

I found a thin rope from the side room, ready to tie it up after hunting a small animal.Liu Meng only carried a long sword with him, so he quietly slipped down Zhurong Peak alone, and climbed along the woods on the west side of Jiangzhen Peak, hoping to find a bigger wild animal to hunt.

Since no one had set foot on Jiangzhen Peak and the environment was still extremely primitive, there was no path to walk at all. Liu Meng had to use his long sword to chop off the mountain vines in front of him after walking a few steps, and walking was very slow.And as if they knew that the visitor had bad intentions, the wild boars that usually appeared in the woods on the west side did not see a single one.

After walking for about half an hour, Liu Meng found himself lost.

In Mount Heng, where I have lived for more than ten years, on a small mountain with a radius of less than ten miles, I actually lost my way.

The weather is gloomy, there is no sunlight to tell the direction; the trees are lush, and the trunks are all the same shade of color, and there is no reference for people to find the path when they came.So the sad Liu Meng was like a headless chicken, just trying to climb along the sloping mountain, hoping to find the highest Zhurong Peak after reaching the peak, so as to identify his position.

Everything in the world is wonderful.Liu Meng was all about looking for the little beast just now, trying to catch it back to satisfy his greed, but he didn't even see a single one.Now I want to determine the direction and find the way back, but in an occasional glance, I found a pheasant with bright feathers standing on a pile of bushes not far to the left.

The pheasant looked dumbfounded, staring straight at him with a pair of dull yellow-orange eyes, presumably it didn't know the horror of human beings.

How can you let go of the pheasant that fell from the sky!

Liu Meng tiptoed to the left, fearing that the pheasant would fly away.With both hands open, he reached the distance of a pounce, and when he felt that he was sure to catch the pheasant, Liu Meng's body suddenly jumped, and he used the eight-step movement technique to drive away the cicada, and quickly pounced on it.

With such a close distance, of course he couldn't miss it.Hugging the colorful pheasant into his arms at once, he quickly touched the head of the chicken with his left hand, twisted it slightly, and closed it.However, when the body fell, Liu Meng felt that his feet were empty, and he didn't step on the ground. This pile of bushes seems to be very deep.

Looking down in doubt, Liu Meng broke out in cold sweat, and couldn't help shouting "Oh my god!"

It turned out that behind this bush was a small cliff!

The cliff wall is almost vertical, with a depth of more than ten meters below, and there is no place to draw strength in the middle.

Free falling in the air, also known as trapeze, or cliff jumping performance.Anyway, the performer Liu Meng fell sadly into the canopy of a big tree at the bottom of the cliff after a short flight.

ps: Well, seeing the envy of others, I want a lot of ten tickets. .Dear friends, satisfy us severely. .