A knife can be strengthened 10,000 times

Such a murderous person is really different from the Taoist method of inaction.

Don't mess with too much, cause cause and effect, and finally end up in a mess.

Well! That's it! Leek flowers are the flowers that grow out of leeks when they are old. Strictly speaking, they belong to the Buddhist "meaty"

Among them, but not within the precept at the gate of the Tao.

This is what I asked a friend who practiced Taoism, and he said, if there is a mistake, don’t take it seriously.

Here are the 4 chapters, see you in the early morning.

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157. God is blind (two in one please subscribe!!)

Early the next morning.

Xia Yi's busyness last night was in vain.

There was another layer of snow.

Before dawn, he got up, took half a cake and went to Tianchi.

First he fetched a basin of water, then broke half of the cake and threw it into the pool of water.

The few swimming fish inside immediately.

Floating up, scrambling to finish the pancake, the fish tail flicked and disappeared.

This group of fish is pitiful enough. The Wulongding is not open to tourists, and no one feeds them. According to Xia Yi's memory, it was the first time he broke a piece of cake and threw it into the water. This group of fish went crazy, so pitiful .

So, feeding some pancakes every week has become a tacit agreement between him and these fish.

It's just a pity that this fish was fed with emotions, and it reluctantly lowered its mouth.

Returning to the residence with the basin in hand, he began to wash his face and brush his teeth, then went to the toilet dug by himself in the back mountain to clean up his personal hygiene, and then he carried the broom and began to sweep the snow.

First sweep from outside Zhenwu Hall, the rustling sound can be heard endlessly.

After sweeping the Zhenwu Hall and seeing the piles of snow, he came and started to build snowmen.

Soon, the snowman was piled up, and a "囧:囧" was placed on the snowman's face with dry bamboo leaves.

After seeing the expression on his face, he laughed out loud, carried the broom back to Wulong Temple, and continued to sweep the snow.

When the two areas were swept away, the edge of the sun had already appeared in the sky, and the morning glow was fiery red and beautiful.

Following the same pattern, he built a slightly smaller snowman, and then patted the round head of the snowman: "Your brother is in front of Zhenwu Hall, if you miss him, just tell me, and I will pass the message on for you.

Our prison is not an unreasonable place. You will be executed in the spring of next year. Before that, you and I should be friends. Don't be polite.

"The Qinghe Taoist who just went up the mountain frowned and thought about it, and suddenly made a decision.

With a decisive pinch of his fingers, his figure immediately disappeared into the world.

""

Xia Yi seemed to feel something, raised his head and looked towards the way the mountain came from.

Nothing.

He shook his head, ignoring it.

After so many days, he has long been used to being alone.

Just an illusion.

Helping the snowman straighten his sleek head again, he walked into the house.

Take a pot, boil water.

Put the vegetables into the pot, and the pancakes into the pot.

In less than 15 minutes, a pot of hot vegetable stew soup was ready. He served it in a bamboo bowl made by himself, squatted on the threshold and began to eat it.

After eating vegetables for several months, although he really wants to eat meat, but the current conditions do not allow it, so in the end it is just like that.

And although the food has been monotonous in the past few months, there is neither the turmoil of the awakened world nor any intrigue on the top of the five dragons.

He was the only one on such a big mountain. Although he lived a poor life, he was extremely satisfied in his heart.

No wonder so many people want to become monks.

After the initial lonely stage, this simple life of daily work and daily rest is really a kind of enjoyment.

After eating, I cleaned the tableware with snow water.

He patted the dust on the Taoist robe, and then planned to continue to practice and read books.

But just after taking two steps, he looked back again with a strange look in his eyes.

I always feel that someone behind him scratched his head, he chuckled lightly, blamed himself for being suspicious, and then walked towards the direction of Wulong Temple.

Twenty steps behind him, Taoist Qinghe showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This young man has so keen five senses.

Once I have used this technique of hiding clouds, no one in Wudang has discovered it except...Master.

Even if it's his own juniors, this young man has already turned his head twice.

After thinking for a while, he performed another Turtle Breathing Kung Fu, the heartbeat, breath, and blood flow rate were reduced to the lowest level, and then he followed step by step.

In the past few months, there have been many useless things at the entrance of the Zhenjun Hall of Wulong Temple.

Two huge stones weighing a thousand catties, a bamboo pole seven or eight meters long, and some stones hung on old pine trees and tied with bamboo paper strips.

Boulders are used for strength training.

Two arms-thick holes were dug out by Di Chen.

Xia Yi's two arms could just fit inside.

I saw him take off his Taoist robe, revealing his strong body, with two arms, one in each hand, inserted into the caves of two waist-high boulders, twisted his waist: "Get up!!"

With a clear shout, two huge boulders rose from the ground and were lifted into the air parallel to each other.

Then, Xia Yi maintained this posture without moving.

Taoist Qinghe, who was observing in the dark, sighed a little.

After all, he is a physically awakened person. With this strength alone, anyone who wants to fight with him will be a big trouble.

But Xia Yi remained motionless, and neither did he.

One is light and one is dark.

In this way, he observed Xia Yi for half an hour, until the other party's body was covered with a thin layer of sweat in the cold wind, after thinking about it, he felt that it was meaningless to continue observing.

It's snowing today, and there are very few tourists in the mountains, so he might as well go back to clean up.

But at this moment, Xia Yi made another move.

His arms started to wave.

Click left, click right.

Slashing! Slashing! Stabbing! The most basic movements of knife skills are made by him.

Along with the waving of stones, there was a dull sound of wind and thunder in the whole air.

"Oh, this is the...breathing method that he developed by himself"

Qing He, who originally wanted to show up, stopped thinking again.

He started to observe, and it didn't matter if he observed it, he immediately found that something was not right. This young man's way of breathing is very strange.

He breathed in five breaths, exhaled in one breath and accompanied by his breath, under Qing He's induction, the power of thunder around him was extremely strong, but it just didn't show at all.

Obviously, this method of breathing has been under his control, and it is extremely weird.

He could feel that every time the young man inhaled, the strength of swinging the stone was twice as strong as before.

The surrounding thunder power will also enter the body with his breathing, and then slowly spew out some.

If ten are sucked in, only six are ejected at most.

He is using the power of thunder to temper his body to gossip! The power of thunder is strong and strong, fierce and domineering, extremely tyrannical.

Ordinary people accidentally lead lightning into the body, and the thunder force will injure the meridians. In mild cases, the meridians are burned, and in severe cases, the blood vessels are retrograde.

Isn't he doing nonsense! Which foolish apprentice taught by the master just wanted to stop it, but then he thought about how he is not a Wudang disciple. How does it matter if he is not a Wudang disciple? When things go wrong, being less aggressive and aggressive can be counted as accumulating merit for the world.

Qinghe himself has seen too many and awakened his power and felt "invincible".

the awakened ones.

And Xia Yi, the awakened person who wiped out a family because of a monster clan, is the most despicable kind of him.

There is an injustice, there is a debt, and there is a debtor, and one retribution is repaid by life.

Who killed someone, who do you go to, what's the point of blaming other people? With such thoughts, he put away the idea of ​​calling Xia Yi to stop, but felt that his way of exerting force was a bit clever, so he continued after thinking about it Observe secretly.

Then, he saw the opponent's series of training moves.

For example, use the seven-eight-meter-long thick bamboo to insert into the bluestone, and go to the hillside outside the Wulong Temple as if fishing, and start to practice control, or blindfolded on the ten-dollar hanging tree. Practice how to shuttle quickly under the pine tree without causing any rocks to shake and sway. Watching, the sun is rising.

Just as he was waiting for the other party to put on his Taoist robe again and intend to show up, he suddenly found this young man walking towards the Zhenjun Palace.

With a thought, Qing He stood in front of the Zhenjun Hall, he watched Xia Yi who started to clean up, and walked towards the side hall without a trace.

He touched the gap under the window.

spotless.

This time, Qing He nodded secretly.

nice, whatever...

Anyway, at least you can calm down.

Cleaning is actually a very cumbersome task, but judging from the cleanliness of the window cracks, door cracks, thresholds and other details, the other party is still very serious about cleaning.

From this, it can be seen that no matter how xinxing is, at least the other party can't find any faults in the seriousness of doing things.

If he hadn't made up his mind after looking around, he just watched Xia Yi cleaning and offering incense. After a set of things was done, it was already noon.

Taoists don't pay much attention to the so-called not eating after noon.

Three meals a day are punctual.

Just when Qinghe thought that Xia Yi was going to cook, he suddenly saw a scene that made him unable to maintain the Turtle Breathing Technique and Hidden Cloud Technique.

Inside the opened door of the Zhenjun Palace, this young man actually sat on the futon, and then picked up the Jianmu magic box that contained the "Gouchen Dangmolu"! What is he going to do! The idea just came up, Xia Yi The box has been opened.

Then, he heard the other party talking to himself: "Hey, everyone, good morning, today is also a day full of energy."

"Yes, the voice is quite loud. It seems that you have received my suggestion from yesterday. Pang Haihai is useful."

"Today we are setting a small goal, I want to read the sixth word.

One word a day is not too much."

"Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai"

"You said we have been dealing with each other for so long, can you change the way you call it, or I will teach you how to sing "Uneasy", how about it?"

"Okay, okay, keep shouting, I'll take a look first.

Don't worry, the days to come will be long.

I'll read it first, people say it's good to read, don't ask for deep understanding.

After I finish reading it for the first time without asking for a deep understanding, and then continue to carefully ponder word by word, how about it?"

"With such a loud voice, I will take it as your acquiescence."

", then I'll start."

Sanqing is above.

Under what circumstances, someone passed on the "Qingxin Sutra" to him, right?

The Qingxin Sutra is a skill he learned since he was a child, and he is very clear about the fluctuation of the skill! At this moment, this young man didn't use the breath that carried the sound of wind and thunder just now, and he didn't have any special skills. What kind of international joke are you trying to make! Why don’t you go to heaven with these magical sounds written in the blood of demons? This is the blood of countless ancient demons! Every drop of it can poison a river of fish if it is put into the water The sound of magic fills the ears, first frustrates the primordial spirit, then induces the blood to flow backwards, and finally destroys the mind, and becomes the walking corpse that bears the resentment, killing intent, and anger of these demons before they die. Man!!! Unconsciously, he walked up to the Hall of True Monarchs, and walked lightly into the gate of the hall.

Immediately, growls rang in his ears and at this moment, he was still three steps away from Xia Yi who was holding the book.

But the bouts of discomfort have already made him use the "Qingxin Sutra" to guard his mind.