Time is like an arrow, and when Li Muchan suddenly woke up, half a month had passed.

In the past half month, he has been immersed in the wonders of Flying Dragon marksmanship, as if he has entered another world, the world of marksmanship, the world of internal force, and the world of the body.

Although he can't mobilize the internal force, he can observe and watch the internal force flow with a cold eye.

Ordinary people, one mind cannot be used for two purposes, looking at the flow of internal forces in the body, they cannot take care of the outside, and their movements will be out of shape, such as a blind man walking.

If you focus on the action, you can't take into account the flow of internal forces.

Li Muchan is different, he is multitasking, while maintaining the standard of movements, while observing the flow of internal forces, while imprinting in his mind and forming a model.

There is a transparent body in his mind, and the red line, black line, blue line, yellow line, green line, purple line in the body, a total of six colors of thin lines criss-cross.

He has a profound view of the Dharma, which ordinary people find complicated, but he can clearly visualize it.

These lines of different colors represent internal forces, and every time the body makes a movement, there is a line that swims like a snake, slowly flowing.

To build this model, Li Duchan is to cultivate the Nine Turns of the Washing the Pulp Sutra.

He knew that the internal force of the Nine Turns of the Washing Pulp Sutra was operating, and he couldn't do it unintentionally, and it was useless to practice, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt martial arts in the army.

But if it is a martial arts in the army, what is the use of cultivation, the martial arts of the Wang family are not martial arts in the army! Li Muchan was puzzled.

If it is really martial arts in the army, then I see that the Nine Turns Pulp Washing Sutra is not complete, there should be a set of actions, and Saint Snow Peak is not complete, so only one person can practice it.

Either Wang Xiu'e is hidden, or it has been lost, Li Muchan thought about it carefully, it should be lost, otherwise, only actions are enough.

Or, at the beginning, the ancestors of the Wang family were forced to be under pressure and did not dare to divulge their studies in the army, so they gave up their actions and left only the path of internal force to carry them, giving future generations of disciples a point of hope.

The world is so good, Li Muchan shook his head and smiled bitterly, even if his thinking is like electricity, and his precision is beyond ordinary people, he can't figure it out one by one.

He has practiced these days, and Li Muchan deeply understands that the flying dragon marksmanship is extremely exquisite, otherwise, he would not have transported all the meridians around his body to achieve balance.

Such as the flying bear paw, although it is profound, but only two meridians, although the entry is rapid, but it does not agree with his thoughts, so for a while, he gave up the flying bear paw and focused on the flying dragon marksmanship.

After half a month, he has completely mastered the flying dragon marksmanship, and has built a delicate model in his mind, so he has to meditate on the Nine Turns Washing Pulp Sutra.

He wanted to use the Flying Dragon Marksmanship to adapt the movements, use the operation to drive the flow of internal force, and cultivate the Nine Turns of the Pulp Sutra.

However, these days, the Yongquan Acupoint has not made progress, it is still a little bit close, and it always falls short at the critical moment, like a force in the dark, extremely powerful and irresistible.

Li Muchan was ruthless, first lectured to Zhang Jiaoxi, and then greeted Zhao Shengli, not to train these days, but only stayed in the room, as if in retreat.

Zhao Shengli and they also support it, and they deliver food outside the room every day, and if he wants to eat, he opens the door directly, and no one disturbs him to practice.

Li Duchan stood in front of the couch and stood on the dragon pile.

This pile is the root of the Flying Dragon Marksmanship, is the core mystery of the Flying Dragon Marksmanship, the ordinary contains magic, some subtleties need to be carefully experienced, in order to truly stimulate the Yongquan Acupoint.

Outsiders look at the posture imitation, can not really point, it is difficult to understand, Li Duchan has a good memory, and Zhang Jiaoxi has to correct it personally, so learn quickly, otherwise, it is not easy to learn the dragon pile.

The hut is not big, it is quiet, and the shouting on the martial arts training ground in the south floats from time to time, and the sound changes with the wind and wind.

Listening to their bloody shouts, Li Muchan was quiet, his mind focused on Yongquan, while visualizing in his mind, moving to Yongquan.

He forgot all about everything, only the spring, day and night, with a strong mind as the support, like a drill, tirelessly drilling down.

He did not know the passage of time, endured hunger, and put all his power into his mind, visualizing the spring, becoming one with the spring, and merging it into the mind.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a bang in his mind, and there was an empty and white light in front of him, as if he was on a vast lake.

Some tired hearts suddenly lightened, and then rose, as if after being extremely hungry, they ate a full meal violently, and suddenly refreshed.

The joy in his heart, and when the inexplicable joy was born, the heart beads suddenly became five.

Then, the illusion in front of him disappeared, and his mind returned, and the Yongquan Acupoint seemed to return with the recommendation, merging with his heart, regardless of each other.

His heart moved, and suddenly there was an empty piece in front of him, and wisps of mist were drifting, as if the mist was steaming from the vast lake.

Li Muchan now understands that the illusion in front of him is not an illusion, but the real interior of Yongquan.

Now that God is in harmony with the fountain, truly one, what is seen is not the same as what was seen inwardly before. ,

Could it be that what was originally seen by the inner view was only an illusion?

Li Muchan pressed the joy in his heart, five heart beads, the sense of thought increased sharply, the eye of the void rose, the range of looking down greatly increased, the entire martial arts training ground was in front of him, and he looked at it intently, and found Zhao Shengli and their umbrellas from the crowd, riding horses vertically and horizontally, and shooting long arrows.

Zhao Shengli's archery is the best, Xiong Sihai is second, Cai Yuzhang is again, and the rest are almost the same, ten arrows can hit six or seven targets, and if they hit the bull's-eye, it depends on luck.

He quickly withdrew the Void Eye, caught a ray of light in his heart, and wondered why there was such a difference between the inner view and the real inner view.

Could it be that there is also a formation in the body, which hides the original face of the acupuncture points and cannot be seen clearly?

Thinking of this, he was excited, as if he had touched the mystery of his body, and if it were not for the spur of the moment, he would have merged his mind with the spring, and it would have been difficult to find it.

There are two sets of internal scenes in the body, and what is seen from the inside is not consistent with the real mind, which contains great mystery.

He thought for a while, and suddenly there was a bang in his stomach, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, and when he opened his eyes, the light inside the room was soft, and the sound of horses' hooves rumbling outside, obviously it was morning.

But he didn't know it for the first few mornings, he slowly straightened up, his legs were numb, his heart moved, and suddenly the hot air bubbled from the spring, moistening his legs, as if soaking in a hot spring, and in a blink of an eye, the numbness was relieved.

Li Muchan secretly thought, seeing that this situation is good, it is obviously not a short time, otherwise, King Kong will not damage the body tempered by divine skills, and he will not be so tired.

He walked a few steps in the house, a trace of his mind moved slightly, the spring bubbled out of the hot air, continuously injected into his legs, his right hand was weakly grasped, gently raised, do a gun swing pose, a stream of heat poured from his legs into his right arm, into the palm of his hand, his right palm was swollen and hot, and he felt that he could hold the spear without force.

He laughed, this feeling is very good, from now on, there is no need to crouch on the dragon pile, the internal force will continue to gush out, and there is no longer any risk of internal force being lacking.

He suddenly had a thought, Yongquan acupoints are like this, if you can integrate all the major acupoints around your body with your mind, what kind of wonderful situation will it be?

Will the heart beads grow again?

He really didn't expect that his mind was integrated into the Yongquan Acupoint, and the heart beads could grow, which was really an unexpected joy, but it was impossible to meet.

He still can't find a pattern of how the heart bead grows well, he only knows a little, he can't force it, he has to go with the flow, otherwise he will only be disappointed.

This time, the heart beads were condensed, whether it was because the heart was urged, and it was consumed too much, which made the heart tenacious and thus broke through, or because the Yongquan acupoint contained strange powers, which could increase the heart.

If you want to figure it out, you need to find another acupoint to try, as for which acupoint to find, but you can't rush, you have to take your time, the top priority is to eat!

He saw a wooden box at the door outside, pushed the door open and brought it in, opened it and saw that there were two dishes inside, four steamed buns, and the aroma was fragrant.

Li Muchan is extremely hungry now, since he has cultivated the internal strength of the army, the amount of food has increased greatly, and he is also hungry easily, and now he is so hungry that he can eat a cow, and he has eaten the vegetables in the box in two or three times.

He pushed open the door and went out again, and when he reached the stable to the west, he saw the red shadow standing alone, motionless, as if in a daze.

Li Muchan looked at it, and suddenly felt the loneliness in its heart, and couldn't help but soften, shaking his head and sighing, his heart became more and more powerful.

Seeing him coming, Red Shadow suddenly hissed softly, excited and excited, and ploughed the ground with his front hooves, impatient.

Li Muchan stepped forward, touched its neck, untied the reins, and without adding a saddle, he turned over directly on the horse, and the red shadow neighed lightly, turning into a shadow and drilling out of the stable.

When it arrived at the martial arts training ground, it ran violently with its hooves, around the martial arts training ground, circle after circle, the speed was like flying, galloping like electricity, frightening all the knights to avoid it, and the martial arts training ground was in chaos for a while, shouting and scolding one after another.

Li Muchan smiled and let the red shadow gallop.

Zhao Shengli shouted loudly: "What is it called, stay honest!,

Feng Dakun Xiong Sihai They also stood up, glared at everyone coldly, and when they saw that it was them, they hit the Ying Zhi of the Flying Cavalry Battalion, and everyone was angry.

After running more than ten laps in one breath, Chiying slowed down and slowly arrived in front of Zhao Shengli.

Zhao Shengli rode on the horse, looked Li Muchan up and down, and said with a smile: , Monk, it doesn't matter, Li Zi is worried that you will starve to death, so you have to go in and have a look. ，

Li Muchan smiled: "It's okay." ，

Zhao Shengli laughed and said: "Seeing that you are refreshed, it seems that you have achieved some success,,, let's compare archery!,

"Okay. , Li Muchan said with a smile.

He has five heart beads, his spirit is stronger, and the spring is open, and the internal force is endless, so he has no scruples and no need to be careful.

Listen to them compare arrows, and all the people scatter to make way of the clearing.

I have heard for a long time that the monk Mingkong is a magic arrow, and he has competed in a game, and he is amazing, but since then, Li Muchan has been low-key, and his spirit is focused on marksmanship and palm skills, and he has not shown it again, and they regret it. "Monk, let's follow the old rules!" Zhao Shengli said with a smile.

Li Muchan nodded, and said with a smile: "That's it, Zhao Tou, a few of you together, let's have a showdown, how about it?,

, Yo ho, what a big breath,、 Zhao Shengli squinted at him, turned his head and said: , Brother Sihai, do you say we agree?"

"Let's do it. , Xiong Sihai said with a smile.

Zhao Shengli waved his hand: "Okay, that's it." ，

They arrived to the north, Li Duchan was in the south, and the target was in the west, located in the middle line of the martial arts training field.

Li Muchan turned his head to a big man and said: , this brother, please lend me two pots of arrows!,

, Okay!, the square-faced man said excitedly, and hurriedly grabbed two pots of arrows and gave them to Li Duchan.

Li Muchan put the quiver on the horse's neck and poured it down, it was really inconvenient to have no saddle, so he raised his hand, signaling that it was ready, and Zhao Shengli on the other side also raised his hand.

"Ready, run. , A big man stood in the middle of the martial arts training ground, waving his hand and shouting.

Red Shadow trotted with his hooves, and after a few steps, he slowly accelerated, and Li Muchan's arrows had already flown out, his hands were extremely fast, and long arrows fell on the target like raindrops.

When he ran to the middle, he had shot a quiver, and when he got to the back, his hand speed was getting faster and faster, and he could only see a shadow, and the arrow came out like a mother, and after a while, the three pots of arrows had been shot, and the red shadow had not yet run.

The crowd cheered and the atmosphere was warm.

Li Muchan put away the bow, pulled the reins, the red shadow ran back, and Zhao Shengli and they converged in the south, everyone turned their heads to look at the target, someone ran over, and counted how many arrows there were.

Tyranny, Li Muchan lost, he shot sixty arrows, and Zhao Shengli They shot sixty-one arrows, which was exactly one arrow short.

However, everyone applauded Li Muchan.

The martial arts training field is large, but the horse runs, just in the blink of an eye, can shoot ten arrows, it is already amazing, Li Muchan shot sixty arrows in one breath, he has great strength, he can open the bow from afar, the hand speed is fast, the arrow is like a bead, the head and feet are accurate, and the arrow hits the target.

Such archery is amazing.

Everyone surrounded him, asking for archery skills, and at this moment, a group of people came in, exuding a cold air, their faces were gloomy, their bodies were bloody, and they staggered to look at the martial arts training ground.

Although Li Muchan got off the horse and was surrounded by people, he saw them at a glance, a total of six, looking anxious and depressed, obviously something bad happened.

Everyone also slowly stopped talking and turned their heads to look over.

Zhao Shengli strode up and said loudly: This Hao Er, what's going on?. ，

A middle-aged man at the head had a gloomy face, glanced at Zhao Shengli, ignored him, and just walked towards the two rows of houses in the east.

Zhao Shengli hurriedly followed and said, "I've met Xi Zhao's guy." ，

, well, Xiaojie, they were caught. , Hao Lao Er's face was gloomy, and his voice squeezed out from between his teeth.

There was silence on the martial arts training ground, and everyone's color changed.

was caught, worse than dying in battle at that time, Xi Zhao and Dayan fought more and more, hatred was like a sea, and if they were caught, life was better than death.