Great Dao Ji

Qingzhou.

The city of Qingzhou under the bright sun is still bustling.

People come and go on the moat, and the traffic is busy. The soldiers stationed at the gate are bored and look at the passers-by. The work day after day makes them boring and numb.

"Third brother, look."

Suddenly, a soldier leaned on his companion's shoulder and motioned him to look up.

"What?"

The middle-aged soldier called the third brother was dozing with his head down. Hearing this, he wiped the water from the corner of his mouth and looked up.

There was a skinny old monk on the busy road.

He wanted to scold his companion for making a fuss, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Outside the red cassock worn by the old monk, his shriveled body exuded a bronze glow. This dress did not look like the dress of the monks of Dafeng, but more like the dress of the monks of the Wheel Temple of the Golden Wolf Country.

"The old monk is barefoot"

The soldier whispered:

"Look at him coming here in a dusty state. I don't know how far he has walked, but he is still barefoot. He must have martial arts skills."

"A monk from the Golden Wolf Country is also martial arts."

The middle-aged soldier frowned and wanted to stop him to ask.

But before he could speak, the shriveled old monk in the crowd suddenly looked up.

Buzz~

The two of them felt a flash in front of their eyes, and their minds were in a trance, and they were stunned in place.

When they came back to their senses, they had forgotten everything before. Those who were bored were still bored, and those who were dozing off were still dozing off.

It was as if nothing had happened.

"Qingzhou, City"

A glimmer of light appeared in the old monk's deep eye sockets.

On the bustling and noisy streets, the old monk walked step by step, and soon he came to a street.

The ground of this street is smoother than the ground of other streets, and there has never been any trace of years of wind and rain.

"The breath of Chiwuti was cut off here"

The old monk put his hands together and chanted in a low voice:

"Namo Amitabha"

Om~

As he chanted the Buddha's name, the long street seemed to fall into absolute stillness.

In his eyes, everything disappeared, only the air currents moved around.

"Not even a trace was left"

The old monk's thin face showed a trace of emotion:

"Good tricks, good tricks"

"Good! Good! Evil dogs are grabbing food, evil dogs are grabbing food!"

"Bite hard, bite hard! Bite this bad dog to death, bite this bad dog to death!"

"Haha!"

The shouts of children in the distance attracted the old monk's attention.

His eyes moved slightly, and he appeared at the end of the street more than 30 feet away, at the edge of an alley.

In the alley, the dogs barked fiercely.

A group of half-grown children surrounded the alley with sticks and stones, shouting to urge the "two dogs" inside to bite.

To be precise, it was a vicious wild dog, and the other was a short man lying on the ground with four limbs, and his movements were the same as those of a dog. He was so dirty that his original appearance could not be seen.

At this time, a man and a dog were biting each other for a piece of steamed bun, and blood was dripping.

"This is..."

The old monk's eyes condensed.

Then a stream of light appeared in his deep eyes, but it was the Ferris wheel method he used, trying to peek into the man's heart.

"Woof woof woof~"

"Ah!!"

A scream suddenly came from the fierce biting.

The children were shocked to see that the 'dog man' fell to the ground with blood all over his body. After a few convulsions, he was no longer moving.

The old monk pinched the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and his face darkened:

"Good tricks."

After the war, An Qisheng stayed in Xiayimen temporarily.

Every day, apart from dreaming, he would instruct his disciples. He lived a leisurely life and did not seem to take the wanted order to heart.

Before the war, he searched for the spiritual imprints of nearly two thousand martial arts masters from various sects. In this leisure time, he naturally wanted to enter dreams and gain insights one by one.

In martial arts, looking down on the higher often misses the point, but looking down on the higher often leads to different understandings.

Thousands of people have thousands of faces. The same martial arts will produce different effects when practiced by different people. Any successful martial artist has his own uniqueness.

An Qisheng lived two lives, so he naturally understood this truth.

However, the martial arts essence of two thousand people's lives, even at this time, he could not finish it in a short time.

Therefore, in the eyes of anyone, he seemed like a normal old Taoist priest.

He got up early every morning, slowly practiced a set of seemingly ordinary boxing, boiled medicinal food, ointment, and pills before breakfast, guided his disciples to practice martial arts in the morning, and sat and talked about Taoism with Yun Haitian in the afternoon.

He meditated and fell asleep at night.

A disciple of Xiayi Sect observed him carefully for half a month out of curiosity, and finally found out to his horror that he would meditate every day when the sun was setting, and get up every day when the night was about to fall.

That set of boxing always started when the sun was about to rise and ended when the sun was completely risen.

There was no deviation at all, and the regularity made everyone amazed.

In fact, when martial arts reached his current level, every move was martial arts, and walking, sitting and lying were all skills. It seemed leisurely, but in fact it was ten times stronger than ordinary people who practiced hard day and night.

The difference in efficiency between them was like one was still in the primitive age of drilling wood to make fire, and the other had already entered the industrial revolution. How much more than a hundred times was the difference in efficiency?

He was only one step away from the great success of Qi and Meridian, the last step of the Six Yang Leader, but he was not in a hurry, but calmed down to figure out many levels and realized the fundamental difference between the martial arts of the two worlds.

As the dream goes deeper and deeper, the understanding becomes more and more thorough.

He gradually realized a lot.

On Xuanxing, Neijiaquan has developed to its peak, polishing the physical body, understanding the difference between light and dark, until it reaches the subtle level. Sitting on the cross with the elixir in hand, walking on the body, transporting internal force to derive the true energy, condensing the Qi veins, and polishing the physical body. Most of them are limited to one Qi.

As the two advanced, they coincidentally came into contact with the word "god".

When Xuan Xing sees the divine warrior, he becomes enlightened, seeks good luck and avoids bad luck, and avoids danger when he senses it. The cicada wakes up before the autumn wind moves, and the divine veins in the Jiufu world are even more magical.

Forged by divine veins, one can use qi skills to see the military situation, deduce the destiny of the country, and understand the movement of heaven and earth. There is also the Ferris wheel method to outline the spiritual world, distort people's memories, tamper with people's souls, and even the powerful magic weapons can be transformed into qi, killing countless enemies with a single thought. Ten miles away, a thought can burn mountains and boil seas

Refined,

gas,

god!

With a stroke of his pen, An Qisheng wrote three big characters on the white paper.

Without applying any force, the ink penetrates the back of the paper and leaves texture on the stone table in the courtyard.

The breeze blew the fallen leaves, but the paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and remained motionless.

"The two worlds of martial arts, thousands of boxing techniques, and all kinds of martial arts are just three words of essence, energy, and spirit."

An Qisheng stood up with his pen in hand, his eyes getting darker and darker.

Whether it's the past life or Xuanxing, there are many interpretations of the three words "Jing Qi Shen". Even in the Jiufu world, there are also many books about it.

The sages never stopped exploring the way forward.

Three simple words, but behind them are the pursuit, exploration and analysis of countless people.

However, for An Qisheng, what he understood was different from the understanding of the two worlds.

In An Qisheng's view at this time, essence is a tangible thing, Qi is an invisible body, and spirit is the original self-wisdom of human beings.

If you practice one of the three alone, you can also make analogies and combine all three.

Above the Xuanxing, there is no spiritual energy, and the path of essence reaches its peak. In the floating world for a long time, the energy becomes more active, and the body inevitably neglects to study.

And whether it is essence or qi, if you practice to the depths, you will eventually see your own original wisdom.

"Brother, are you here?"

Amidst the sound that sounded like a bell, Yun Haitian stepped into the courtyard. When he saw the paper on the stone table, he couldn't help but admire:

"Good words!"

Look at the characters, look at the shapes, look at the bones, and look at the spirit.

In his opinion, although the writing of An Qisheng's strokes is different and may be some kind of lost writing, its spiritual meaning is extraordinary.

"Brother Yun is laughing."

An Qisheng put down his brush and looked at Yun Haitian.

In more than a month, Yun Haitian sent the great monks from Huangjue Temple back and turned back. This speed can be said to be extremely fast.

"On the way back, I saw my brother's improved waterwheel. It's really useful."

Yun Haitian withdrew his gaze and said with a smile:

"But it's too easy to use. Originally, these tasks were also daily activities for these little cubs."

"As long as it's useful."

An Qisheng also smiled.

After tens of thousands of years of development, Jiufujie has a lot of things that it should have, such as waterwheels, water mills, pestles and mortars, columbuses, plows, etc. There is no shortage of things.

He just improved a little bit.

"I noticed that there are a lot of peeping people around. I think they are here for my brother."

After saying a few words casually, Yun Haitian looked a little uncomfortable.

For more than a month, although he was busy transporting the corpses of the great monks, he did not forget the business.

Not only did he publish the charges of many people who died in front of Xiayi in his own name, he also tried his best to clear An Qisheng's reputation, and warned everyone not to listen to the court and not to accept the arrest warrant.

He also persuaded Huangjue Temple to come forward and tell many martial arts people not to be restless.

Unfortunately, the effect was very poor. His disciples reported it as soon as he came back. His disciples were all very tired these days.

"Brother Yun, it's better not to worry about it. He won't survive."

An Qisheng didn't care and smiled lightly.

Then he stood up and said goodbye:

"Now that you're back, it's time for me to leave."

He stayed at the Xiayi Sect, partly to digest the harvest, and partly because he was worried that the Xiayi Sect would be turned upside down after Yun Haitian left.

After all, everyone knows that he is in the Chivalry Sect.

Even if the people from the Chivalry Sect said he was gone, those who caught up would not believe him.

"Brother, are you leaving now?"

Although Yun Haitian had expected it, he still tried to persuade him to stay: "If I am afraid that I will be implicated, there is no need to do this. Mr. Yun has never been afraid in his life!"

"After two months of delay, it's time to leave."

An Qisheng just waved his hand and refused.

He looked at the sky, and there was a hint of coolness between his brows, which was a sign of an approaching crisis.

However, he didn't care at all, with a faint smile on his face:

"Some things cannot be avoided."

Chapter 2 is here, let’s continue writing Chapter 3.