The heavens: pushing across all realms

"You...you recognized me?"

A'Zhu's expression changed slightly. She asked herself how good she was at disguising herself. Unexpectedly, Feng Ji saw through her true appearance and called her a girl.

Feng Ji said lightly: "The girl has a strange fragrance, her breasts are high, and her energy and blood are strong. She doesn't look like an octogenarian."

A'Zhu's face suddenly turned red and he glared at Feng Ji angrily.

In fact, Feng Ji said that she had a strange smell on her body and said that her breasts were high, which really made her a girl who couldn't stand her face.

Immediately he took off his disguise and said: "So that's it. Your Excellency is really good at martial arts. You can catch up with him from such a long distance. We two sisters are willing to defeat you."

"It's just that your kung fu is so good, you won't bully us two weak women, right?"

Feng Ji said lightly: "Of course not. You two only need to take me to Mandala Villa, and I will not embarrass you two."

The two women looked at each other, feeling a little helpless.

The other party's martial arts skills are too high and it is really difficult to escape. The only choice for now is to agree to him and wait until he gets to the Mandala Villa to worry about it.

At that moment, the two girls had no choice but to agree and row the boat obediently.

Abi took a peek at Feng Ji while rowing the boat.

But seeing Feng Ji closing his eyes, as if he was resting his mind, she couldn't help but ask: "Master Feng, what are you doing at Mantuo Villa?"

A'Zhu also looked at Feng Ji, wanting to inquire.

Feng Ji said calmly: "The two girls are just rowing the boat to lead the way. Don't ask any questions about anything else."

A'Zhu couldn't help but said: "Mr. Feng, it's not me who is too talkative, but there is a weird rule in Mantuo Villa. Men who go there will be in bad luck."

"You two don't have to worry about this, just take me there."

A'Zhu and A Bi had no choice but to bite the bullet and drove Feng Ji to Mantuo Villa.

After traveling for about ten miles on the waterway, we saw an island in front of us, and there were ships docked near the island.

A'Zhu turned to look at Feng Ji and said, "Master Feng, that's right over there."

Feng Ji looked at the island and saw that the island was full of camellias, colorful and beautiful.

He nodded slightly and could probably confirm that this was Mantuo Villa.

Then he said in a deep voice: "Thank you both very much."

After he finished speaking, he saw his figure leaping up, like a roc spreading its wings. With a roar, he had already crossed a distance of tens of feet and flew to the shore.

Such light kung fu made A'Zhu and A Bi stunned.

"Sister A'Zhu, this person's Qing Gong is so good, I'm afraid he won't be inferior to the young master."

A'Zhu secretly thought, why is he not inferior to the young master? I'm afraid he is far superior to the young master. It's hard for Abi to say that the young master's martial arts skills are not as good as others, so she said this.

"I don't know why this person came to Mantuo Villa. Let's go and tell Miss Cousin."

"Sister A'Zhu said, let's go quickly."

The two women quickly rowed to the shore and hurried to the island.

The people on the island are familiar with them, and they don't stop them when they see the young lady.

Feng Ji's figure kept leaping into the villa. The villa was not small in size and had endless houses.

"It would be a bit complicated to find the blessed land of Langhuan here."

I was thinking in my mind, when suddenly a sharp shout came from the distance.

"who!"

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows, stopped and looked towards the pavilion in the distance.

But I saw an old man sitting in the pavilion, facing the northwest flowers.

Among the flowers, a girl in white walked out and shouted: "Grandpa, it's me."

Feng Ji's figure was hidden behind the rockery and looked at the two of them.

But I saw that the girl's appearance was extremely beautiful, and she was actually 70% similar to the jade statue of Wuliang Mountain!

"Wang Yuyan?"

Feng Ji immediately confirmed the identity of the woman, and his thoughts suddenly changed. Does Wang Yuyan still have her grandfather?

He remained motionless, looking at the old man in the pavilion.

But the old man smiled and said, "It's Xiao Yuyan, why are you here?"

"Grandpa, my cousin's maids came to see me. Grandpa, you never wanted others to know about your relationship with Mantuo Villa. I was afraid that they would disturb grandpa, so I came here to inform you."

Hearing this, the old man nodded slightly: "You did a good job. In that case, you can play here."

"Thank you, grandpa."

The old man stood up and left. His steps were brisk and his tapping was almost silent. It was obvious that he had good internal strength.

Feng Ji moved slightly and ignored Wang Yuyan, but followed the old man.

But they saw the old man heading east and arriving at a single-family attic in the center of the villa.

Striding up to the attic, there was no movement.

Feng Ji was curious and really didn't understand the identity of this old man.

Immediately, his figure flashed and he was also able to enter the house.

With his lightness kung fu, no one in the world could match him. Even though the old man had great internal strength, he was determined not to notice it.

Entering the attic, Feng Ji glanced around, but did not see the old man.

He couldn't help but wonder, how could the old man disappear when he had clearly come in?

When I looked around, I suddenly saw that there seemed to be scratches on the floor of the room.

But if the wall is one piece, how can something scratch through it?

"Is there a secret door?"

Feng Ji was secretly surprised and was about to study it now.

Suddenly I heard footsteps coming from outside, as if someone was approaching.

Feng Ji's figure flashed slightly and was hidden in the next room.

I heard a woman's voice coming from downstairs: "Dad, are you here?"

Feng Ji was stunned, and then he heard a voice coming from behind the wall: "Yes, come up."

There was a sound on the stairs, and a woman came up.

The woman's hair was tied up, and she looked very similar to Wang Yuyan!

Only as he is older, there are some traces of time on his face.

Feng Ji's heart moved: "She is Wang Yuyan's mother, Mrs. Wang?"

"Mrs. Wang's father... yes, I actually forgot. Mrs. Wang's name is Li Qingluo, and she is the daughter of Li Qiushui and Wu Yazi."

"It seems that in the original work, Li Qiushui and Ding Chunqiu got together. After severely injuring Wu Yazi, Li Qiushui asked Mrs. Wang to recognize Ding Chunqiu as his father."

"So, that old man is Ding Chunqiu!"

Thinking of this, Feng Ji remembered another thing. In the original work, Jiumozhi also knew the Xiaowuxiang Kung Fu.

However, the old version of the original work did not write about how Jiumozhi came to know Xiaoyao Sect's Xiaowuxiang Kung.

However, the newly revised version mentions that Jiumozhi obtained the secret book from the Langhuan Paradise of the Wang family.

Feng Ji immediately looked outside the door and saw Mrs. Wang coming to the wall, pressing the oil lamp on the wall, and the wall suddenly slid open to both sides.

I saw a portal appearing inside the wall. The color of the portal was the same as that of the wall.

Feng Ji looked into the door. Inside was a darkroom. The room was filled with cabinets, stacked one on top of another. The door of each cabinet was engraved with words and filled with blue paint, which read "Lang Huan". Four words: "Jade Cave".

On the desk among them, sat the old man. As expected, he was Ding Chunqiu!

At this time, Feng Ji had already seen his face. He was about sixty or seventy years old, with a smooth face, fair complexion, and white hair shawl. He must have been a suave and handsome man when he was young.

"No wonder he was attracted by Li Qiu Shui, he is really good-looking." Feng Ji secretly thought.

"Dad, are you practicing the 'Little Wuxiang Kung Fu' again? Take all these books. Anyway, you and mom got them. Yu Yan doesn't want your guidance, and she can't understand them."

Feng Ji was shocked as soon as Mrs. Wang opened her mouth.

But then he became curious: "Did Ding Chunqiu also practice the Small Phaseless Skill? Why didn't he achieve the effect of eternal youth?"

Feng Ji felt strange and listened carefully to the conversation between the two.

"I'll take it. If it's not well hidden, it might be stolen by those incompetent disciples. It's better to keep it here for safety."

Mrs. Wang said: "Dad, please teach me how to practice this 'Little Wuxiang Kung Fu'. As time goes by, I have gained a lot of wrinkles. This Kung Fu can keep you young. I want to learn more, so that I can do it in the future." So I can teach Yu Yan."

Ding Chunqiu sighed: "This technique is quite profound and obscure, and even I haven't been able to master it."

"I'll teach you how to decipher the formula first, and you and Yuyan will slowly practice according to the book. Well, Yuyan is too good to his cousin, so I don't worry." He took out a book from the table and put it in In arms.

Only then did Feng Ji notice that there were eight secret books on the table. From left to right, they were labeled A, B, C, D, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin.

What Ding Chunqiu took away was the seventh secret book.

But at this moment, Ding Chunqiu pulled out another book and said, "This internal skill was only taught to your mother by my ancestor. My master and uncle are not allowed to teach it."

"The ancestor wrote the practice method in the form of an account book. 'On the first day of the first lunar month, the cashier is nine cents and eight cents', which means gently inhaling nine times and breathing eight times on the first day. 'Paying eight cents and seven cents' means gently Breathe out eight times and breathe in seven times.”

Mrs. Wang smiled and said: "It's so interesting that the ancestors wrote their heart, lungs and intestines as pig's heart, pig's lungs and pig's intestines."

Ding Chunqiu smiled and said: "If you write it this way, even if this book falls into the hands of an unrelated person, he will only think that it is a household expense for buying meat and vegetables, and will never know that it is a mental method for cultivating supreme internal strength."

When Feng Ji heard this, he couldn't help but feel awe-struck. The secret books of each sect are all passed down in secret code words. Sometimes even if you get the secret books, you can't practice directly.

There are fewer and fewer kung fu techniques in later generations, and the inheritance is cut off, which is also related to this.

He suddenly thought, why did Li Qiu Shui leave behind the cultivation diagram of a naked woman and directly inform future generations of the cultivation method?

The Beiming Divine Skill recorded in the picture of a naked woman is probably not that simple.

At the moment, he listened carefully to the conversation between the two and recorded everything in his mind on how to decipher the formula of Xiaowuxiang Gong.

After the two of them finished speaking, Ding Chunqiu stood up, put the book back in its place, blew out the candle and left.

But the moment the candle was extinguished, Feng Ji suddenly took action!

But he heard a puff in the air.

Ding Chunqiu's expression suddenly changed. He ignored Mrs. Wang and hurriedly moved away, shouting: "Who?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone grabbed his Shenmen point, and then the big point on his back was directly hit.

A powerful and terrifying internal force poured directly into his body. He was instantly filled with horror and disbelief!

How could there be such deep inner strength in the world?

Who is coming?

Immediately, he felt that the book in his arms was taken away, and he followed that person in Langhuan Paradise and took out the remaining booklet of Xiao Wu Xiang Gong.

After doing all this, I just heard the man smile and say: "Thank you, Mr. Ding."

The next moment, the man's figure flashed and disappeared.

After a long time, Ding Chunqiu finally broke through the acupuncture point and turned around suddenly, with a look of shock on his face.

He hurriedly untied Mrs. Wang's acupuncture points and immediately asked: "Are there any other outsiders on the island?"

Mrs. Wang was frightened, but she calmed down and said hurriedly: "No, there are only two servant girls from the Murong family."

Ding Chunqiu's face was extremely gloomy: "That man's martial arts skills are extremely high, and his inner strength is far superior to mine!"

"I didn't expect that it would be unsafe even if the secret manual of martial arts is hidden here."

"Dad, there are probably not many people in the world whose internal strength is better than yours. I think that person has a young voice. Who could it be?"

Ding Chunqiu's expression changed: "The internal strength is better than mine, and he is still a young man, which is rare in the world. Could it be that Murong Fu?"

"Definitely not, I recognize that boy's voice." Mrs. Wang said quickly.

Ding Chunqiu frowned: "Isn't it him? They say Beiqiao Fengnan Murong, could it be Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan?"

Mrs. Wang also had no idea and just said: "How did he know the secret of my Langhuan Paradise? So he laid an ambush here?"

The two of them were puzzled. How could Ding Chunqiu give up after suffering such a big loss?

At that moment, he said in a deep voice: "I have been away from the Central Plains for a long time, and I never thought that such a master would come out of the Central Plains! Qiao Feng... hum, I want to meet him personally."

…

Feng Ji whizzed away as if he had wings on his back. He quickly arrived at the shore, untied a small boat, and sat on the bow. His internal energy surged, and the boat suddenly galloped without wind, whistling through the waves.

He was in the Taihu Lake and didn't bother to tell the direction. He kept going straight, almost a hundred miles away, and he stopped when he saw a small island in front of him.

Not in a hurry to go to the island, he sat on the bow of the boat and looked through eight secret books of "Little Wuxiang Gong".

Opening the "A" book, I saw a few lines written on the first page: "The ancients who were good at Taoism had subtle and profound knowledge that was difficult to recognize. I cannot recognize it, so I forced myself to look like this: Yu Xi Ruo When I wade through the river in winter, I feel like I am afraid of my neighbors."

"Who can make the turbid water calm and clear, and who can calm the movement and make it come alive? Those who promote this way do not want to be full, but they are not full, so they can cover it and create new things."

Feng Jishu knew the classics and understood these words immediately.

This is contained in the Tao Te Ching, which means who can stop flowing like turbid water, calm down and slowly become clear? Who can remain silent for a long time like plants and trees, yet still burst into life? This is the state of the ancient good people described in the Tao Te Ching as the Tao.

Feng Ji continued to read, and the more he looked, the stranger he became.

There were many parts of this "Small Phaseless Skill" that he seemed familiar with!

Because some of the contents are actually very similar to "Nine Yang Divine Art"!

"How come? How come this "Nine Yang Divine Art" is so similar to "Little Wuxiang Art"?"

Feng Ji's mind was racing. He compared the two techniques and became more and more surprised.

"Is it possible that this "Nine Yang Divine Art" was born out of the "Little Wuxiang Art"?"

"That's right. Once "Nine Yang Divine Art" is completed, it will become the world's martial arts. If you watch it once, you can learn it immediately."

"The same is true for the "Small No-Phase Kung Fu". Once you know how to practice other skills, you can use "Small No-Phase Kung Fu" as the foundation to perform them in an instant."

"Wait a minute, when I obtained the "Nine Yang Divine Skill", I had doubts that this skill was a Taoist skill, but it was hidden in the Buddhist scriptures of the Shaolin Temple."

"If "Nine Yang Magic" is a simplified version of "Little Wuxiang Kung", then who will pass on this technique?"

In Feng Ji's mind, several candidates who had practiced "Little Wuxiang Gong" flashed through his mind.

Jiumozhi, Ding Chunqiu, Li Qiushui.

Feng Ji frowned. These three people, regardless of their character or character, did not look like the people who would do such a thing.

"Who else knows "Small Phaseless Skill"? Wait... Xu Zhu!"

Feng Ji suddenly realized that there was another person, Xu Zhu, who had not yet learned the "Little Wuxiang Kung Fu"!

Xu Zhu will later learn the "Small Wuxiang Gong". With his bent on becoming a monk, it is very likely that he will go into seclusion and hide in Shaolin to cultivate vegetables and cultivate the land.

He loves Buddhism so much that he probably left "Small Wuxiang Gong" in the Shaolin scriptures.

But Feng Ji didn't understand why Xu Zhu wanted to simplify "Little Wuxiang Gong" and change its name to "Nine Yang Divine Gong".

He shook his head and no longer cared about this matter, but continued to meditate on "Little Wuxiang Gong".

With the "Nine Yang Divine Art" as the foundation, Feng Ji's understanding of the "Little Phaseless Art" became extremely simple.

Just watching, Feng Ji's expression gradually became serious.