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In a small courtyard of Jianhu Palace, Wuliang Mountain, Yunnan, a young man wearing a green shirt is practicing his sword slowly, he is of medium stature, his appearance is ordinary, and he looks a little wooden and honest. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

His eyes were slightly closed, one move and one style, slowly and leisurely, as if practicing Tai Chi Sword, and Mu Ne's face was full of tranquility.

Suddenly, the door was slammed open, and a young man rushed in and shouted, "Guanlan, Guanlan, Master is greeting you!"

The young man stopped his sword and turned around, opened his eyes, and glanced at him.

He slowly put away his sword and returned it to its sheath, picked up the towel on the shelf next to him, wiped his sweatless forehead, and said, "Senior Brother Song, Master summoned me to go?!"

The young man rubbed his hands, nodded hurriedly, stomped his feet, and urged: "My Senior Brother Xiao, you just hurry up! Don't be slow! If you go slowly, just wait for the master to complain!"

Xiao Guanlan smiled calmly, still slowly: "Master rarely pays attention to me, why did he suddenly call me today?"

Senior Brother Song was angry and anxious, took his arm and walked out, stepping out of the threshold, and said, "So many words! Master is calling, you just go!"

"Okay, let go of your hand, I'll go by myself!" Xiao Yuesheng said busily, pulling out his arm and smiling helplessly.

Senior Brother Song smiled: "That's it, you, this slow surname is in a hurry to die!"

The two walked out side by side, along a path, past rows of houses, up the hill, and saw a palace in the distance.

It is surrounded by three palaces, arranged in four directions and enclosed in a square.

Xiao Guanlan's feet were brisk, and while looking around, the past emerged.

A year ago, when he woke up, he found himself attached to the body of a young man, who had passed out, and he woke up again, but his injuries were also dying.

He was in the Sword Lake Palace, and thanks to the head of the house, Zuo Zimu, he tried his best to save him, so he picked up a small life, and slowly recuperated in the Infinite Sword Sect.

As he recovered from his injuries, he slowly merged with the body's memories.

This body has a bit of origin, the family was originally on the border of Western Xia, and his father was a member of the officialdom of the Great Song Dynasty.

No, late one night, a group of martial arts masters suddenly rushed into the house and killed people when they saw them, and their parents were killed on the spot.

He was desperately snatched out by more than a dozen guards, fled all the way south, chased and killed, and finally fled into Dali, and only two of the more than a dozen guards remained.

When they saw that the enemy was catching up again, they devised a clever plan to hide him in a cart carrying grain, and then found a man to carry him and took him another way, so as to divert the pursuers.

He was injured, and as soon as he got into the car, he fell into a coma, and when he woke up, he found that he had fallen on the road, and a disciple of the Infinite Sword Sect passed by, and rescued him back to the Jianhu Palace.

He thought of himself again, he was originally a person in modern society, had a successful career, and was just about to enjoy success, but he got a terminal illness, and under the ineffective treatment, he began to practice the Taoist Neidan technique.

At the time of death, the Inner Dan technique was slightly successful, although it was burned, the original spirit existed, and in the chaos, it was attached to this young man.

To be able to live again without dying is an indescribable joy for those who have died once.

After his injury was healed, he worshiped into the Infinite Sword Sect, the world was surging, the danger was abnormal, he had no power to restrain the chicken, and there were enemies to chase and kill, so he was naturally the best choice.

Although the body is the same, the original spirit is different, but from the outsider's point of view, he is still him, and those enemies will never let him go, the only way is to practice hard and become a master to protect himself.

Under the detachment technique, the memories of the fourth world of the Condor have been stripped away, and he only has modern memories in his mind.

When the cultivation reaches a certain level, the five elements can be one, and the insight into the past worlds is strong, and the original spirit is strong and comes and goes freely.

He is powerful, far better than ordinary people, and he is not forgotten, sharp-minded, and intelligent.

After only practicing swordsmanship for one year, the swordsmanship of the Infinite Sword Sect is already proficient, and in terms of swordsmanship alone, I am afraid that no one in the sect can match it.

But he was not happy, but was surprised, although his swordsmanship was excellent, his internal strength was not advanced at all, and he was no different from someone who had not practiced internal skills.

In this case, Zuo Zimu was surprised, helped him check it, shook his head and sighed, and shouted that it was a pity that his meridians had shrunk and become extremely thin, and he was no longer suitable for martial arts.

According to his speculation, it was because of the internal injury last time, the opponent's palm power was strange and vicious, and although the injury was healed, it left future troubles.

According to his current qualifications, he has practiced for ten years, not as good as others for one year.

Xiao Yuesheng was resolute and did not lose heart, but tried to find a solution.

He no longer practiced internal strength every day, but practiced the inner pill technique, wanting to repair his body and strengthen his body through the inner pill technique.

Ordinary martial arts masters, when meditating and practicing, only faintly feel that the internal force flows in the meridians, and there is no real power of internal vision.

Xiao Yuesheng's Yuan Shen is powerful, but he has the power of internal vision, and the situation in his body is clearly visible, and those meridians are as thin as hair.

And he has seen other senior brothers, the meridians in their bodies are as thick as fingers, according to the size ratio, they have been cultivating for ten years, I am afraid that they are not as good as them for a day!

Seeing that his qualifications were like this, Zuo Zimu was disappointed, he thought that there was a young genius in the faction, and the Infinite Sword East faction could raise his eyebrows, but he was overjoyed, and in disappointment, he no longer paid attention to him.

Xiao Yuesheng still didn't give up, he inquired carefully with his senior brothers, and heard in the casual conversation, North Qiao Feng, South Murong, the two top masters in the world, I don't know who is higher and who is lower.

Hearing this, Xiao Yuesheng's heart moved, and his vague memory gradually became clear, as if he heard this name, and then suddenly, it turned out to be Tianlong Babu!

He couldn't help but be excited, remembering that when he was in junior high school, he was very obsessed with martial arts novels, and even delayed his studies because of this.

It's just that when I came to the society, I worked hard all the time, and I understood that there is no chivalrous man in the world, even if there is a good martial arts, in modern society, the situation is often bleak, but not as good as ordinary people.

With the shattering of the martial arts dream, these memories gradually blurred, and when he remembered it, it was vague and he couldn't remember it clearly.

But there are some plots, I still remember, the Infinite Sword Sect, the Northern Spiritual Skill, and Ling Bo Weibu flashed in his mind.

It took him half a year to search slowly, and the entire Wuliang Mountain was carefully ploughed by him once, not letting go of any subtleties, and finally found the secret room, saw the statue of the jade girl, and learned the Northern Shengong and Ling Bo Weibu.

After studying, he returned the scroll again, and only did some manipulation.

There are thirty-six pictures of the Northern Shengong, and he only keeps the first picture, the hand Taiyin Lung Sutra, and the remaining thirty-five pictures are all erased.

He once thought that the Northern Spiritual Skill was extremely powerful, and he had it, so he should destroy these things and not let others get them.

But then I thought about it, if there were no these, the world of Tianlong Babu would be too boring, so I left a picture, which was a little bit of a small effort, and I wanted to see the excitement.

Not surprisingly, this picture is attributed to Duan Yu, and Duan Yu is benevolent, so it doesn't hurt to get it.

Moreover, the last three pictures are a method of restraint, even if he has profound skills, he has no power to fight back in front of him.

He also has a deep meaning, the Northern Shengong is too jealous, although he hides it clumsily, he tries his best to hide it, there is always a revealing thing, and someone needs to attract the attention of others, so that he can be at ease.

is like a smart chess player, taking one step at a time to see a few steps, not fighting for the length of a moment, being able to give up small profits, his mind is a little deeper than ordinary people.

The most surprising thing about the Northern Shengong is that it can absorb other internal forces, but his meridians are too thin and fragile, and if he absorbs other people's internal forces, he will directly destroy the meridians, which is tantamount to asking for a dead end.

In this way, he can only cultivate step by step.

The Northern Spiritual Skill is quite mysterious, and there are two ways to increase the internal force, one is to absorb and absorb the external force for one's own use, and the other is to cultivate oneself, which is the same as the ordinary internal strength of the mind, and to cultivate the true qi of the Northern Underworld.

The cultivation of the latter is very important, after absorption, the internal force is mixed and impure, and even the surname is opposite, opposing each other, one is not good, and even eats itself.

The Northern Spiritual Skill has a unique mental method, which integrates these internal forces into one and practices the true qi of the Northern Darkness, and the true qi of the Northern Darkness is refined and pure, which has no wonderful use.

Since coming into this world, his greatest wish is immortality.

After dying once, Fang knew the preciousness of life, and the idea of immortality became more and more firm.

If you want to live forever, you need to cultivate the Taoist Inner Dan Technique and practice it to the highest level, so that you can be immortal and immortal.

He cultivated in his previous life, because his state of mind was extinguished, he was bent on survival, and he also had the help of incomparably expensive medicinal materials.

But that body, the meridians are extremely thick, far beyond ordinary people, it is a natural Dao bone, and the cultivation is extremely fast, but time is too late after all.

The Taoist Inner Dan technique pays attention to the practice of refining and transforming qi, practicing qi and transforming the spirit, and practicing the spirit to return to the void.

Although this qi is an innate qi, it is not the internal force of people in the martial arts, but after all, it must also follow the meridians, accumulate in the sea of qi, and rush through the pass to form an inner dan.

If the meridians of the body are small, it is impossible to cultivate the Inner Dan, and his current body, cultivating the Inner Dan Technique, is hopeless for the rest of his life.

He looked at the method of inwardness and studied the Northern Spiritual Skill intensively, in order to find a solution.

Over the past year, he has been like an arm and a finger to the Northern Underworld, and he has been exquisite, but for the meridians, there has been no progress.

Xiao Yuesheng sighed secretly while reminiscing about the past, and followed Senior Brother Song inside, and came to the main hall in the middle.

In the empty hall, an old man in his fifties sat in a chair, his hands twisted and his long beard twisted, thoughtful, as if thinking about something.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked up, showed a smile, and beckoned: "Guanlan, don't be polite, come and sit!"

"Master Xie. Xiao Yuesheng hugged his fist, was not polite, and sat down.

Although this master Zuo Zimu is not very strong, his swordsmanship is exquisite, although Xiao Yuesheng does not have too deep feelings for him, but after all, he has the grace to save his life, and he is quite close.

As soon as he sat down, he went straight in: "Master summoned his disciples, what are your orders?"

"Guanlan, alas...... , I've wronged you for a while!" Zuo Zimu stroked his long beard, shook his head and sighed.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said, "Master, where is this?!...... Thanks to the master's life, and the disciple is grateful, he only hates himself for not being able to repay him, where can he be wronged?!"

"Alas...... , for the teacher to know, you have always wanted to take revenge, but you hate yourself for not being able to practice internal strength, and you are deeply tormented!" Zuo Zimu looked at him with pity.

"This is the disciple's bad fate, and he can't complain about others. Xiao Yuesheng smiled bitterly.

"Stay in Jianhu Palace, you won't be able to take revenge, I thought of an idea for the teacher. Zuo Zimu smiled, took out a letter from his bosom, and handed it to him.

Xiao Yuesheng got up, took it with both hands, glanced at it, and looked at Zuo Zimu suspiciously.

Zuo Zi Mu Twist smiled, very proud, and said: "For the teacher, I want you to go to Shaolin and worship under Master Xuanbei!"

"Be a monk?" Xiao Yuesheng was stunned.

Zuo Zimu's face sank: "What, revenge for your parents, you can't do this?!"

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, thought for a while, and said: "Master, Shaolin Temple has always been very strict in accepting apprentices, first chopping firewood for three years, picking water for three years, and passing on martial arts,...... Can Master Xuanbei accept me as a disciple?"

Zuo Zimu twisted his long beard and muttered: "My father has an old ,...... with Master Xuanbei As for whether it succeeds or not, it depends on your creation!"

"Thank you, Master!" Xiao Yuesheng bowed deeply, grateful in his heart.

Zuo Zimu waved his hand and sighed: "It's a pity that you are so smart,...... After the competition, you can go!"

"Yes!" Xiao Yuesheng nodded, put the letter in his arms, and said, "Master, the disciple has something to say that I want to say." ”

"Say it!" Zuo Zimu waved his hand.

"It's about the Shennong Gang......" Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "We have completely become enemies with the Shennong Gang, according to what the disciples have seen, let's strike first!"

"The first strike is the strongest...... , inappropriate......" Zuo Zimu glanced at him, flashed with surprise, as if he didn't expect this little disciple to be so ruthless, shook his head and sighed.

Xiao Yuesheng pretended not to see it, frowned, and said, "Master, is it for the sake of martial arts?"

Zuo Zimu nodded approvingly: "Hmm,...... The Shennong Gang is not a soft persimmon, if you want to destroy them, you will inevitably lose your troops and generals, in case you miss the competition and are driven out of the Jianhu Palace, it will be a big loss because of a small loss!"

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and disagreed: "According to the disciple's opinion, it is smaller than martial arts, and Shennong's help is big!"

"Say no more...... I've made up my mind! After the competition, I'll clean them up carefully!" Zuo Zimu waved his hand and said impatiently.

Xiao Yuesheng sighed, his master, his strength was too small to listen to others.

He was helpless in his heart, but he still continued: "Master, if I were the Shennong Gang, I would sneak attack during the competition, get some poisonous smoke in the wind, and catch them all!"

"Shut up!" Zuo Zimu drank deeply, his eyes widened, and he waved his hand: "Okay, okay, go back!"

(To be continued)