Chapter Ten, Healing with Great Spirit.
The young man knew in his heart that the person playing the qin on the mountain must be a master. He wanted to get to know them. Following the sound, he discovered a guqin under a large tree at the top of the mountain, but there was no one around. He found it strange and approached closer, only to discover that there was a person on the tree, striking the strings with a long rope. No wonder the sound of the qin suddenly became monotonous. With each strike of the rope on the qin, the force was just right, producing beautiful music without damaging the ancient instrument. The young man was amazed: perhaps throughout history, no one has ever played the qin in such a unique and beautiful way... With each strike of the rope on the qin, the force was just right, producing beautiful music without damaging the ancient instrument. The young man was amazed: perhaps throughout history, no one has ever played the qin in such a unique and beautiful way...
Then you can only lie here all the time. Jing Cheng said indifferently, "Rong'er and Qing'er have been here once. I ordered them not to disturb you until you recover from your injuries."
Xiao Xian was lost in thought. Jing Cheng, with his fingers pressing on his lower abdomen without moving, suddenly looked up with a guilty expression and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Xian, I'm sorry for my limited medical skills. If I press down with this finger, I'm afraid you won't be able to practice martial arts for the rest of your life!"
With a gaze that seemed to penetrate the secrets of the heavens, Jing Chengxiang swept his eyes over the blushing face of Hua Xiangrong. He burst into laughter and said, "Rest assured, if I can't return to you a lively 'little rascal,' wouldn't I have made your uncles call out in vain?"
The atmosphere of Wutiancheng's words was solemn. He slowly said to himself, "It should be correct!" Suddenly, he laughed out loud as if he had just woken up, stomped his feet, turned around, and walked away without looking back. As he walked, he said, "What's the use of recognizing heroes? What's the use of calculating? This difficult problem is left to Brother Jing..." His voice gradually faded away and could no longer be heard.
Little Xian was eager to hear about how the young man pursued the young woman. He thought that their playful interactions over time must have been very interesting and led to the development of feelings. However, since the man in blue did not mention it, Little Xian did not feel comfortable asking about it himself.
It's strange to say that as he jumps from one cave to another, there is a hidden flow of energy moving faintly in his body, like a living creature...
The middle-aged man had thick eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a broad forehead, a high nose, and a five-strand long beard on his square face that exuded an imposing aura. Despite his dignified appearance, he was unexpectedly hugged by a young girl in public, who grabbed onto his clothes and refused to let go. Although this should have been embarrassing, he did not show any displeasure on his face. Instead, he calmly smiled at Hua Xiangrong and Duan Cheng, before finally fixing his gaze on Xiao Xian. He gently chuckled and said, "I don't have any clairvoyant abilities. It's just that Miss Rong asked Brother Duan to send me a message via carrier pigeon, asking me to come and meet you. If I didn't come obediently, I'm afraid her father would have used his flower-folding technique to break my old bones."
Little Xian felt bored, stealing glances at the scenery, but noticed his tired eyes, with a hint of weariness, and red threads crossing.
However, little did he know that such a practice was extremely dangerous. Unless he had gone insane, who would dare to recklessly manipulate and disturb the flow of qi in such a manner, disregarding the meridians? Sometimes, he even attempted to open the Ren and Du meridians with his internal energy. Even accomplished internal martial arts masters would need to practice for decades before daring to do so. Not to mention, he was just a young child who had only just begun to explore this path.
Little Xian never expected that the originally peaceful and harmonious Jingcheng would suddenly become so severe, the voice shook in his ears, and countless grievances rushed to his heart...
It turns out that Xiao Xian has been practicing randomly these few days. Although there is not much progress, it has completely disrupted the functions of the body, causing the internal energy in various parts of the body to urgently gather in the dantian, and also bringing along the "June Cocoon"...
Little Xian pouted and said angrily, "If I have to pee and wet the bed, don't blame me..."
Xiao Xian remembers that Hua Xiangrong mentioned that to the left is the gentle town of Siying, and to the right is the graceful Pianjian Tower. Looking closely, amidst the heavy mist, nothing can be seen clearly.
On the road, various people can be seen, none of them carrying weapons, and all dressed differently. Most women have delicate waists and charming smiles, some with light makeup and natural beauty, others with high buns and wooden clogs, graceful and light-footed. Most men are handsome and imposing, some in swift and powerful attire, walking with broad steps, others in long robes and tall hats, exuding an ancient charm. Upon seeing Jing Cheng, they all stop and pay their respects, indicating his great prestige among the four major families. Some even exchange a few words about Hua Xiangrong and Shui Rouqing, and in the end, they all curiously size up Xiao Xian.
Jing Chengxiang comes to see him several times a day, but only brings food and water, without even looking at him. Xiao Xian is angry and refuses to ask him about the various anomalies in his body. He only feels that the qi in his body is getting stronger and sometimes he can hardly control it. He is not afraid, but rather proud. He thinks that it would be better if he could force out the "June pupa" on his own, so that he would not have to see the unreasonable expression on the face of the Dianjing Pavilion Master, who used to be kind and now seems to have changed.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Xian thought of his first encounter with Shui Rouqing, when he had also shown off his wealth at Sanxiang Pavilion in Fuling City, using his cunning to trick Fei Yuan into paying for the feast like a nouveau riche... Only then did he realize that the hearts of young people in this world are more or less the same. When they see a beautiful girl, they can't help but show off a bit. Thinking of this, Xiao Xian nodded with a smile.
Little Xian originally wanted to ask who could be the enemy of the four major families, but unexpectedly they were forced to move south as a whole. Looking at Jingcheng, who seemed serious and no longer smiled, Little Xian dared not speak. Compared to the initial appearance of being generous and refined, the current Dianjing Gezhu seems to have become a completely different person.
The person who arrived was not Jing Chengxiang, but a man in his forties with an extremely handsome appearance. He silently watched as Xiao Xian wiped away her tears in a slightly panicked manner, without a trace of sympathy on his face, but rather with a very sincere attitude.
The two Hua sisters and Xiao Xian were all amazed when they heard the three words "Yuling Tang". Even the legendary figure like Anqi Wang knew nothing about Yuling Tang. It was beyond their imagination that the leader of Dianjing Ge, who never appeared in the martial arts world, also knew about this extremely mysterious faction. Shui Rouqing asked in confusion, "Since the Extinction Divine Art is the exclusive secret of Yuling Tang, why does Uncle Jing know so much about it?"
Do you also know how to play chess? Jing Chengxiang said with surprise, "Qing'er's chess skills are quite impressive, she is considered the strongest among the female disciples of the four major families."
He thought Jing Cheng was somewhat annoyed with him, but he didn't go to him to clarify. Instead, he decided not to follow the direction of the meridians and first learn the simple characters marked on the acupoints, remembering the location of an acupoint by gesturing on his body a few times before moving on to the next one.
Yes. The man in blue had a misty glow in his eyes. "Although he has endured not going to find his wife for these years, whenever it is quiet at night, he regrets not being able to let go of his pride and take a step back, causing his young daughter to lose her mother from a young age..." He turned to Xiao Xian and asked, "Do you know why I am telling you all this?"
As soon as the "buzz" sounded in Xiaoxian's mind, the young man's ambitions were all shattered by this sentence.
Shui Rouqing is used to opposing Xiao Xian, and has always looked down on Xiao Xian's martial arts. Now seeing that the highest martial arts in the four major families, the Dianjing Pavilion Lord, also values the Marrying Clothes Divine Skill, he can't help but admire him and feel happy for him. He even feels that his own face is shining. He couldn't help but say, "Uncle Jing, don't underestimate this little brat. I heard from Uncle Chong that he also holds the "Destiny Treasure Book" of the Haokong Gate's Master of Skill and Clumsiness...".
Little Xian saw the blue-clothed man, whose originally somewhat sorrowful face now shone brightly, as if he had found long-lost joy in his memories. Unable to hold back, he interjected, "I understand now. In the end, the young man must have defeated the young woman, not only winning her heart and approval, but also making her his wife."
The sound of Jingcheng's voice suddenly came: "You cannot go anywhere this month, stay in the Dianjing Pavilion and focus on practicing the meridian and acupoint diagram for me."
The man in blue clothes has a gentle look between his eyebrows and eyes.
景成像 let out a long sigh, gently stroked Xiaoxian's head, and slowed down his tone to explain, "You are not aware of the dangers in it. If you use external force recklessly, it will only aggravate your injuries in advance..." Xiaoxian shook his head, but couldn't shake off his hand. Jingchengxiang didn't say much, let out another sigh, and walked towards the door.
Flowers resemble Rong and water resembles Qing, not daring to go against the picturesque scene. Although unwilling in every way, they had to leave. Water Qing looked around and whispered to Xiao Xian, "Take good care of yourself. I'll come to see you in a few days."
Four people walked for nearly a thousand steps, crossed a vacant lot, and in front of them was another small mountain peak. The white poplar forest formed a wall at the foot of the peak, but at the foot of the peak, three forked roads appeared. The roads on the left and right were still paved with bluestones, while the middle one was a stone staircase that ascended along the mountain wall. Vaguely visible at the majestic summit was a grand palace, seemingly hidden in the mist and haze.
The little kid looked stunned, didn't he? Shui Rouqing looked at Xiao Xian's silly appearance and chuckled, "I love these birds the most. Whenever I have nothing to do, I come here to listen to them sing."
Wù tiān chéng wàng dìng xiǎo xián, liáng jiǔ bù yǔ. Xiǎo xián gěi tā kàn de xīn zhōng fā máo, bù zhī zì jǐ fàn le shén me cuò, yī shí shǒu zú wú cuò, zhàn lì bù ān, xiǎng duǒ zài huā xiǎng róng shēn hòu yòu pà bèi shuǐ róu qīng kàn bù qǐ, zhuàng zhe dǎn zi nán nán dào: "Wǒ tīng shuō diē diē shuō qǐ guò wù èr shū de shí yīng biàn xióng shù, kě shì zài gěi wǒ kàn xiàng me?".
The man in blue clothes fixed his gaze on Xiao Xian for a long time, then slowly said, "It seems that I was wrong. I thought you were as proud and arrogant as I was when I was young, but it turns out that you are not."
In June, it is the time for the silkworm pupa to emerge from its cocoon. This is likened to the situation within a practitioner's body, where it lies dormant like a cocoon on ordinary days, but any external disturbance will immediately break the cocoon and emerge. To break this technique, one must have the patience to peel the cocoon and draw out the silk. Jing Cheng sighed and said, "If the healer fails to grasp the method, once it triggers a fierce energy, the qi and blood throughout the body will have no outlet and will gush out from the seven orifices. The recipient of the technique will endure the torment of their essence and blood churning for five days before succumbing, in a terribly tragic state of death, beyond saving, hence the name 'extinction'."
Jing Cheng's demeanor was indifferent as he said, "Right now, all you need to do is focus on studying. Why say anything else?"
Jing Chengxiang heard a sound and turned his head, whispering, "Don't move, you can only lie down for at least ten days."
Halfway through, Xiaoxian squeezed out a sentence: "So it turns out that your ancestors were also Northerners. My grandfather has told me about the grasslands and deserts beyond the Great Wall, but I've never had the chance to see them for myself."
At this moment, Xiaoxian finally realized that the four major families actually reside on the Mingpei Peak on weekdays. Looking around, he said, "My father told me that the names of heroes from all over the world are engraved on the Hero's Tomb. Why can't I see them?"
Little Xian is very confident in capturing the scenery, and is not afraid at all. He smiles and says, "Uncle Jing, feel free to take the shot. Once I recover from my injury, I will go out and have a good time..." Thinking about staying in Mingpei Peak for more than ten days, not to mention going to the gentle town or the graceful tower to enjoy the clear water and beautiful flowers, I don't even know what the Dianjing Pavilion looks like. I can't wait to recover from my injury and relax my muscles and bones.
小弦听他语气彬彬有礼, 更觉亲近。这些日子景成像对他不管不问, 每日在屋中看书发呆实是太过孤单, 此刻听到水柔清的名字, 精神一振: "她还好么? 为何也不来看我?"。 Small Xian felt closer to him as he spoke politely. These days, Jingcheng seemed to ignore him, and he felt too lonely reading and daydreaming in his room every day. At this moment, when he heard the name of Shui Rouqing, his spirits lifted: "Is she okay? Why hasn't she come to see me?"
Under the gentle pull of the strings, the knees softened, involuntarily kneeling in front of the statue, and closing the eyes.
After the minor injury on the wrist healed, he slept for several days with his head covered.
To know how martial arts masters cultivate themselves on a daily basis, it all depends on the meridians that connect their bodies, which gather the scattered qi from all over the body into the dantian, and then emit it through the meridians of the limbs. Just like snow melting into water, gathering into rivers, and converging into the sea, the potential within the body is gathered in one place, only then can there be various extraordinary abilities such as "flying flowers to harm people" and "hitting cows across mountains" that ordinary people cannot match.
Passing through a spacious archway into the hall, the scent of sandalwood wafts into the nose. The entire hall is adorned with layers of dark and light eaves, and several iron lotus lamps are hidden between the pillars and beams, adding to the ancient and simple atmosphere.
Little Xian saw the man in blue clothes speaking here, slightly tilting his head, with a gentle expression on his face, as if he were listening to some kind of melody. Having experienced the ghost story the day before, he suspected that the young man mentioned by the man in blue clothes might be himself. Seeing him in a trance-like state, almost losing himself, it seemed that he was still immersed in the melody of that day. He thought to himself that this person's words were extraordinary, and if it weren't for the exquisite sound of the qin, it wouldn't have caused him to lose composure like this. Unable to help but become greatly interested in the qin player.
Upon reflection, Xiao Xian recalled feeling a strange sensation around his abdomen before losing consciousness. However, upon careful examination now, there is no abnormality in his body. After a moment of silence, he muttered, "What if that June cocoon never appears?"
Little Xian is puzzled: "Why?"
Little Xian then explained in detail how he used the Jia Yi Shen Gong to break the imprisonment of Ning Huai Feng with his wedding dress. Despite being a master like Jing Chengxiang, he could not imagine that there was such a martial art that could increase one's potential by self-mutilating. He repeatedly asked questions. Seeing Jing Chengxiang so interested, the faces of Hua Shui's two women were surprised, but they were secretly pleased. Little Xian quickly showed all he had learned, but he himself only had a partial understanding of the Jia Yi Shen Gong. He regretted not working hard before... missing an opportunity to show off in front of Shui Qingmian...
小弦奇怪地望着来人 , 一时尚微微抽噎 , 也不说话。
Jing Chengxiang proudly said: "The 'Mighty Righteous Qi' in my Dianjingmen is connected to the depths of the heart and veins, emphasizing the principle of maintaining abundance, comprehending the wisdom of heaven and earth, crossing all beings and spirits, specializing in dispelling evil energy. It is the natural nemesis of this technique."
The original "Book of Destiny" is not a martial arts classic, but it encompasses the wisdom of the past and present, integrating the teachings of ancient scholars, philosophers, and the Book of Changes. It combines the Yin and Yang, simplifying complexity into simplicity, and subtly awakens the human perception of the world, allowing one to absorb the essence of heaven and earth. However, this innate perception requires cultivation from an early age. As one grows older and becomes exposed to the distractions and impurities of the mundane world, the ability to communicate with nature in a state of tranquility and utmost stillness gradually diminishes.
Small strings also tighten around the waist, facing the soft and clear water: "Why do you look so pleased as soon as you get home?"
One day, he came to a mountain and was admiring the scenery when he suddenly heard the sound of a qin. The sound was like a mountain stream, a flying spring, lingering endlessly in the valley, and extremely pleasant to the ear. This young man was born into a prestigious family and had some knowledge of music. He often played a few pieces of music with a refined taste, but he never imagined that there could be someone in the world who could play the qin so beautifully and softly, as if it were a rare celestial melody in the world...
And the finger pointing of Jing Chengxiang not only aroused the "June pupa" energy, but also caused severe damage to Xiao Xian's meridians and even injured his Dantian and Qihai. Even if Xiao Xian continues to practice martial arts in the future, he can still absorb the essence of heaven and earth, but he has nowhere to gather it. It's like scattered water droplets that cannot converge into a stream, and thus cannot have the momentum of turbulent waves and surging currents again.
That's good. Shui Rouqing clapped her hands and said, "I told you, how could such evil magic arts be able to withstand the divine skills of Uncle Jing."
The two daughters of Hua and Shui were both startled. They exchanged a glance, their faces filled with uncertainty. Hua Xiangrong, the daughter of the graceful Hua Xiu Xiang, and Shui Rouqing, the cousin of the gentle Shui Rou Shu, were both outstanding disciples of the four major families. They prided themselves on knowing the secrets of their respective families, but only now did they realize that the Yu Ling Tang was actually the archenemy of the four major families.
At this moment, Xiaoxian finally understood the intention of the man in the blue robe. He silently cursed himself for his previous random thoughts, "Rest assured, even if I cannot achieve unparalleled martial arts in the future, I will not give up on myself."
After a brief moment of eye contact, the man in the blue shirt smiled first. He patted the edge of the bed and said, "Come, sit here. Uncle will have a conversation with you." His voice was magnetic and very pleasant to listen to. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from his chest, filled with a sense of profound experience.
The girl laughed heartily, "What is the number one sword in the Central Plains? It turns out to be just a boast from the martial world." And she left without looking back. The young man had always been proud, deliberately holding back earlier to let the girl take the advantage. How could he accept this? He immediately chased after her desperately, determined to regain his dignity through another duel. The girl was clever and agile, her lightness skill was also impressive. The two of them chased from the south to the border, and then back to the Central Plains. Along the way, they fought and paused, and although the young man occasionally gained the upper hand, the girl's agility and unpredictability made it impossible for him to gain any advantage... The girl was clever and agile, her lightness skill was also impressive. The two of them chased from the south to the border, and then back to the Central Plains. Along the way, they fought and paused, and although the young man occasionally gained the upper hand, the girl's agility and unpredictability made it impossible for him to gain any advantage...
Little Xian nodded proudly. Jingcheng then asked, "Do you understand acupoints?"
Flower Xiangrong quickly changed the topic: "I heard from Xiao Xian that when Ning Haifeng performs his techniques, he both inserts needles and seals acupoints. It seems that although this extinction technique is powerful, it is useless. Just think, if you have already captured people, why bother using such evil techniques? Wouldn't it be superfluous?"
Water softly spits out its tongue, but dares not speak again. Xiaoxian knows that Lin Qingjue has no leisure to teach him martial arts, so he can only remain silent with a heavy heart.
The young man loved her deeply and eventually volunteered to marry into her family. He knew that many of the elders in the girl's family looked down on him, so he decided to make a career for himself. The girl supported her husband and was willing to give up her own power in the family to focus on raising their daughter. The young man also put aside his past arrogance for the sake of his virtuous wife and beloved daughter, and worked hard to gradually gain recognition and trust from the elders in the family...
Little Xian only then realized that this middle-aged man was actually Jing Chengxiang, the top-ranked Dian Jing Ge master among the four major families. He had originally thought that he would have an extremely imposing appearance, but unexpectedly he was so approachable, causing Little Xian to feel quite pleased.
Gently blowing wind, swirling clouds, a ray of sunlight breaks through the fog and refracts colorful brilliance in the air, dazzling and enchanting.
The look of astonishment on Jing Cheng's face was even more solemn: "Brother Wu, please step aside and talk." The two of them moved into the nearby woods, leaving only Hua Xiangrong, Shui Rouqing, and Xiao Xian facing each other.
After arriving at the Mingpei Peak for more than half a month, and being separated from Lin Qing for nearly a month, I thought of Lin Qing's words when we parted. I was afraid that in a few days, the King of Hidden Weapons would come to pick me up with his father.
For several days in a row, Xiaoxian has been concentrating on reading various medical books such as "The Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon," "Ziwu Jing Zhu," "Qianjin Fang," and "Bian Que's Divine Techniques." However, most of the books are written in ancient seal script, and Xiaoxian only recognizes a few characters, while the majority are unrecognizable to him.
Little Xian was still entering this kind of palace for the first time. He had a great aptitude for studying the "Book of Heavenly Destiny". At this moment, he was even more deeply moved by the solemnity and dignity of the grand hall and statues. A deep sense of piety surged up in his heart, deeply feeling the hardships of the secular world. He hoped to entrust his troubles and worries to the divine and mysterious heavens and gods. He didn't know how to speak, so he silently prayed in his heart.
The little string god's mind is exceptionally clear, and the sensation inside the body is unusually distinct. Following the direction of that strange energy movement, call out the names of the acupoints: "Tianchi, Dabao, Liangmen, Zhongwan..."
The scene seems to suggest a reluctance to discuss the matter of the Grand Assembly. He turned to Xiao Xian and asked, "Can you read?"
Little Xianqi said, "Why don't you let her come see me?"
Looking up, Xiaoxian saw through the dense leaves of the overlapping barriers a towering and rugged peak in the distance. Reflected among the layers of white clouds, it was like a light ink stroke on a snow-white paper, outlining a magnificent and graceful scene with extraordinary charm. In addition, the scattered sunlight and the refreshing breeze brushing against the face, witnessing this scenery, one could not help but want to shout out loud and release their emotions.
Little Xian stood there, pleadingly saying: "Uncle Jing, if I have to lie here all the time, I'm afraid I'll go crazy. Why don't you find Qing'er to play chess with me?"
Jingcheng listened quietly, neither confirming nor denying, but his expression changed from cloudy to sunny, showing a sense of seriousness.
Then came a dizziness, and I knew nothing...
The young Xian forced a smile and said, "When I was sick before, my father always stayed with me... I, I'm a little scared."
In Xiaoxian's heart, there are still many mysteries to be solved. He wants to talk more with Jingcheng. However, seeing the indifferent expression on his face, he doesn't know where to start the conversation. He just had a bowl of porridge and felt a little bit of physical strength restored. He wanted to sit up, but when he tried to prop himself up with his hand, he still felt weak and powerless all over.
When Xiaoxian saw him burst into laughter, his spirits soared. His boldness was fully displayed, and he couldn't help but cast aside the sadness he had just experienced and laugh heartily with him.
Little Xian saw the scenery and wanted to leave, but actually, she was afraid of being alone in this empty and silent house. In a moment of urgency, she blurted out, "Uncle Jing, please don't leave. I, I want to have a longer conversation."
Shui Rouqing originally had the intention, taking the opportunity to pat Xiao Xian's shoulder: "Uncle Jing has agreed to take you as his disciple, why aren't you quickly kowtowing?"
He thought it was the "June pupa" crawling all over his body. At first, he was a little scared, but he got used to it and thought it was fun. He was stubborn and sometimes forced his internal breath to circulate between two acupoints, which caused him to exhaust his strength before stopping.
In the heart of Xiaoxian, there was a great sense of satisfaction. He then vividly described how he learned chess from Duan Cheng and how he would gamble on chess with Shui Rouqing in a small boat ten days later. For some reason, it seemed that he wanted to keep some secrets with Shui Rouqing, so he did not mention how he finally compromised with her, but only said that he forced a draw in one game.
Throughout the journey, the scenery is picturesque, and the words are like pearls. In addition, the flowers are understanding and considerate. The water is gentle and charming, and the small string is mischievous and adorable. The four people get along harmoniously.
When Hua Xiangrong heard about Lin Qing, she hoped that Xiao Xian would say more, but she was afraid of revealing her own unusual feelings. It would be fine if Xiao Xian knew, but if Shui Rouqing found out, it would be unacceptable. Thinking of this, she blushed and hurriedly concealed her emotions: "Let's go to the Pianpian Tower first and then to the Hero's Tomb. Hehe, my father will definitely like you."
A young girl with a veil covering her face, making it difficult to see her appearance, but her graceful figure and agile movements clearly indicate that she is a martial artist. The young man is captivated by her melodious music, feeling his heart pounding with excitement. He has the desire to approach her and strike up a conversation, inevitably boasting a few words about himself...
Flower Xiangrong's face changed slightly when she couldn't guess the mystery behind Jing Chengxiang's words "it was a long and winding road". She was afraid of letting down Lin Qing's trust and quickly said, "This child was personally entrusted to the four major families by Master You Chong. Uncle Jing, you must cure him..."
With a single-minded determination to roam the world with Lin Qing in the future, Xiao Xian had always intended to learn martial arts. Upon hearing these words, he was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.
Little Xian was even more puzzled. The man in blue said something surprising: "Do you think she is your rival?"
Little Xian told the blue-clothed man about the embarrassing incident of being forced to a draw by Water Soft and Clear, and no longer doubted his identity. With courage, he said, "Actually, Uncle can still step back now. I know Qing'er misses her mother very much..."
Little Xian was startled, unsure if he was being too sensitive. The sound of Jing Chengxiang's voice seemed unusually solemn. He looked up and saw Jing Chengxiang walking out of the woods side by side with Wu Tiancheng, both with solemn expressions on their faces. He didn't understand what had happened, so he could only obediently nod his head in agreement.
Shui Rouqing smiled and said, "If we were to place a large tombstone at the entrance of the mountain path, wouldn't it scare people to death?"
Little Xian scratched his head apologetically: "I feel a bit reluctant to accept the fact that the general is ranked first in the hero's tomb. In my opinion, Uncle Lin should be ranked first in a few more years."
Various trends are sweeping in, and then I think of my father, whose life and death are uncertain for several days... Although Xiao Xian is usually strong, after all, he is still a child. He can no longer suppress the grievances and sorrows in his heart, feeling overwhelmed with sadness, tears streaming down...
Jing Chengxiang held the small string horizontally in his arms, walked out of the Tiantian Hall with big strides, and walked towards the back of the hall. He casually asked, "What wish did you just make in front of the Queen of Heaven?"
He knew that even if experts like Jing Cheng stayed up for several days and nights, they would never be like this. Perhaps it was because of his own serious injury that he was struggling to come up with a solution, staying up late and thinking hard. For a moment, he felt guilty and couldn't speak.
Jing Cheng looked pleased with himself, twirling his mustache and saying, "Of course, Uncle Jing is naturally the most knowledgeable and talented." The crowd burst into laughter once again.
Small Xian does not understand the reason, and thinks that his life is no different from that of a useless person. He feels bitter and extremely depressed, but does not seek comfort from Shui Rouqing or Hua Xiangrong. Instead, he sleeps all day and never leaves his room. Sometimes he flips through books or stares blankly at the empty room, not knowing what he is thinking.
Looking closely, Xiaoxian saw that the statue of the empress was lifelike, with willow-shaped eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, a broad forehead and high cheekbones, a round face and a pointed chin, a straight nose and a small mouth. It was truly beautiful, but there was always an indescribable sense of dignity that evoked a feeling of awe in people's hearts.
Little Xian was puzzled, not knowing what the sky was pointing to. Looking up, she saw hundreds of layers of stone steps arranged densely, extending all the way to the deep clouds at the top of the mountain. The stone steps were mottled and damaged, covered in new moss, completely different from the smooth bluestone under her feet. They exuded an ancient and simple charm, making her feel the urge to walk barefoot on them. The temple, which appeared and disappeared from time to time, was not magnificent, but in the midst of the mist, it blended with the ancient and distant realm, appearing profound, solemn, and majestic. The floating sound of pine trees and the cold greenery added a simple and solemn charm, even without the sound of morning bells and evening drums. It was truly worthy of its name, "Tongtian" (reaching the sky).
In front of the statue, there are several cushions. Jing Cheng kneels down with bent knees and murmurs, "Jing Cheng, the 21st generation disciple of the Jing family, pays homage to the Heavenly Empress. May the Heavenly Empress bless my family, the Hua family, the Shui family, and all living beings with eternal prosperity and brightness."
The water is soft and the path is clear: "Why doesn't Sister Rong speak to Brother Lin?"
At this moment, Xiaoxian was already 80% certain of this person's identity. Hearing his question, her heart suddenly started pounding, and her face turned red. She stammered, "I, I actually don't have much... with Qing'er..." Suddenly, the colloquial saying "There is no silver here, three hundred taels" came to mind.
Today, I saw a copy of "Laozi" in the bookcase. "Tianming Baodian" inherits the teachings of Lao Zhuang Yi Jing and often uses Lao Zhuang's language as annotations. Xu Moyang has not read "Tianming Baodian" and only taught Xiao Xian orally with some brief explanations. Therefore, although Xiao Xian was extremely disheartened, he couldn't resist his curiosity when he saw this familiar "Laozi" and picked it up to flip through. Xu Moyang has not read "Tianming Baodian" and only taught Xiao Xian orally with some brief explanations. Therefore, although Xiao Xian was extremely disheartened, he couldn't resist his curiosity when he saw this familiar "Laozi" and picked it up to flip through.
Little Xian was stunned: "Why am I feeling uneasy?"
In a daze, Xiaoxian felt as if the scene became ethereal. With a light touch of a finger, something seemed to suddenly jump out of the body, followed by a surge of force that penetrated through the meridians. The body exploded, feeling like it was about to burst apart. With a loud cry, Xiaoxian fainted...
Although Xiaoxian had countless ideas about the mountaintop along the way, he never expected to see such a spectacular sight and was momentarily speechless with his mouth wide open.
Small Xian's face turned red. She knew she had made a mistake in recognizing the character. She kept shouting, "No, it's moved to the God, God-something acupoint..." It turned out that the strange energy was gathering at the focal point of her breath, slowing her down and gradually moving to the Shénquè acupoint. Small Xian didn't recognize the character "què". Even though it was a matter of life and death, she didn't want to make a mistake in pronunciation again.
In the eyes of Xiaoxian, a sudden surge of soft and clear water jumped out, with hands on hips and toes high, she spoke to herself with an air of arrogance. Even with tears still hanging on her face, she couldn't help but smile. Then she thought of all the "annoying" things about her, and snorted, "Yes, she always acts like she's so great, always looking down on me. I can't stand it. But even though she knows more than me now, and her martial arts are better than mine, there will come a day... " At this point, her heart suddenly shook, finally understanding what the man in blue meant by "discomfort": in her life, at least in martial arts, she would probably never catch up to Shuirouqing.
Little Xian listened blankly and blurted out, "Did he regret it?"
Jing Chengxiang doesn't say much, watching as a bowl of porridge is finished: "If you're still hungry, I'll add some more for you."
He is extremely sensitive and feels that there is something difficult to express in the scenery. He thought that the Lord of Dianjing Pavilion and Lin Qing, the master of hidden weapons, had no relationship with him. He was exhausted and worried about healing himself, fearing that he might not be willing to do so. At this thought, a surge of arrogance immediately arose, and he bit his lip and stopped speaking.
The scene depicts a proud and arrogant figure, with a hint of killing intent flashing between the eyebrows, slowly saying: "The Yuling Hall has been the ancient enemy of my four major families for hundreds of years. If I don't know, who else would?"
The flower, fearing their dispute, quickly said to the little string, "What's so interesting about a tombstone? It's better for my sister to take you to play in the Pianxian Tower."
Jing Chengxiang looked at Xiao Xian for a while and said in a deep voice, "I am not your father!"
Jing Chengxiang quickly shook his head and solemnly said, "Qing'er, don't talk nonsense. This is just a necessary step to treat his injuries. With masters like Anqi Wang and Chong Dashifu, how can I dare to boast about accepting disciples?"
After Xiao Xian finished speaking, he thought that Jing Chengxiang would praise himself a few words, but unexpectedly he only heard Jing Chengxiang say lightly, "You have the 'Book of Destiny' with you, so it's not surprising that you are proficient in all kinds of skills in the world." He emphasized again, "You must not be reckless now, just study obediently."
It's best if you can understand what I mean. The man in blue nodded and said, "I heard Er mentioned your act of conceding in the game, and it touched me deeply. If that young man had had your magnanimity, he would not have let his wife bear a grudge against him for the rest of her life."
The man in blue gradually stopped laughing, and his face regained that indifference: "The girl came from a mysterious sect in the martial arts world, rarely interacting with ordinary people. Moreover, her status within the sect was not low, and the elders in the sect disagreed with her marrying that young man. Despite her persistent pleas, they refused to allow it. There were repeated disputes and their relationship also endured numerous hardships.
Jing Cheng sternly said, "Are you still talking to me about conditions?" He paused for a moment, seeming to realize that his tone was too harsh, and his gaze briefly met Xiao Xian's before quickly looking away.
Shui Rouqing giggled and said, "If I were to judge the world's old cunning foxes, Uncle Jing would definitely be one of them."
When Xiaoxian woke up again, she was already lying on a clean white bed.
Jing Cheng said lightly: "Hundreds of years ago, the Jing, Hua, Shui, and Wu families were all prominent families in Chang'an. They moved south to this place to escape disaster."
Once upon a time, he fantasized about roaming the world with the Dark Weapon King, seeking justice and revenge. But in an instant, all of it became empty words! He was left speechless, feeling hopeless and helpless, with a heart full of despair. Death seemed preferable to such a life!
When Jing Chengxiang interrupted Xiao Xian's words, he said, "If you don't have internal strength, how can you perform the Marrying Clothes Divine Skill?"
Flowers look graceful and water appears gentle as they take two steps forward: "I have met Mr. Wu before."
The young string listened to Lin Qing and Master Chong discussing the so-called "Four Non-Gentleman Flower" who is known for his motto of "not drinking non-pure wine, not listening to non-delightful melodies, not reciting non-excellent poems, not looking at non-beautiful women." He was already very curious about this person. Compared to the gentle and tolerant Dunru and the bold and ambitious Wutiancheng, this graceful host seemed more in line with his temperament. He quickly agreed, saying, "Great, great! The person I most want to meet is Uncle Hua. As long as Miss Rong doesn't chase me away, I will stay in the graceful host forever..."
In search of a momentary gap, the scene is captured, carefully observing the pulse of the small string. A trace of surprise appeared on the face: "Strange! The extinct divine art of absorbing vitality, when afflicted, is like a lingering illness. But within you, there is a vibrant vitality. How is this possible?"
With a gentle push from Shui Rouqing's hand, the door opened effortlessly. It must have been well-oiled and lubricated on its hinges, or perhaps controlled by some mechanism, as it made no sound.
Oh. Jing Cheng's expression changed drastically: "What's going on?"
Excuse me, nieces. I wonder what business brings Brother Jing to summon me? In response, Brother Jing said something softly in his ear, and his gaze shifted to Xiao Xian. Suddenly, he trembled as if he had seen something extremely astonishing.
Memory of Xiaoxian is strong, and in just a few days, he can remember all the acupoints. When there is nothing else to do, he will go and recognize those difficult characters, either by recognizing the radicals or by haphazardly memorizing them. At times, it seems as if the acupoints are remembered, but they cannot be connected at all. It feels like a surge of internal energy is constantly flowing and jumping between the meridians throughout the body, sometimes stagnant and sometimes unobstructed.
"Give me a book to read."
The man in blue continued, "When the girl heard his reputation, she not only did not feel pleased, but instead showed a disdainful expression and said, 'So you are the so-called number one swordsman in the Central Plains? I have been wanting to meet you for a long time. Why don't we have a little exchange right here?'"
Just as the boat docked at the pier in Pingxiang County, Shuirouqing excitedly shouted and quickly jumped onto the shore, throwing herself into the arms of a middle-aged man in his forties. "Uncle Jing, are you some kind of prophet? How did you know we were coming back today?"
This is a small and narrow room with simple furnishings. A wooden bed, a wooden table, and several chairs can be seen inside. There is also a large bookcase opposite, which contains many books. On the table, there is only a pot of clear tea, a censer, and an oil lamp. There is nothing else besides these.
Little Xian couldn't imagine that Jing Chengxiang would personally serve him. He felt uneasy in his heart, struggled a few times, but felt weak all over. He wanted to sit up but lacked the strength, so he had to let Jing Chengxiang feed him spoonfuls of porridge.
The small string god is still clear-minded, recalling the scene of kneeling in front of the statue of that woman just now: perhaps all these days have been thinking about how to travel with Lin Qing in the future... The first thought that surged in my heart at that time was not to pray for my father's safety, but to hope that the hidden weapon king could defeat General Ming as soon as possible...
Flowers want to see the scenery, but their appearance is not good. I don't know what Xiaoxian said wrong. He intentionally changed the topic: "Since Uncle Jing said that Xiaoxian's vitality is flourishing, could it be that under the pressure of the Marriage Dress Divine Skill, the extinct divine art has already been cured?"
Duan Cheng did not dare to stay without the permission of the master, and immediately took the Xuxianhao back to Wanxian. Jing Cheng took Hua Xiangrong, Shui Rouqing, and Xiao Xian to Mingpei Peak.
Thinking of places like Suofeng, Qiwall, Jianguan, and Daolei in the Gentle Town, Xiao Xian felt excited again. When he thought that both Hua Shui and her sister valued him so much and invited him to be their guest, he was even more delighted and forgot about his quarrel with Shui Rouqing. "Okay, okay, I'll go to the Gentle Town first, then to the Pianxian Tower, and then we'll go to see the Hero's Tomb together. Anyway, we have one or two months, enough time to play around Mingpei Peak..."
The man in blue clothes smiled wearily: "I'm just giving you an example. Many things in this world are not worth fighting for in a moment of anger. What does success and fame matter? What does peerless martial arts matter? Some things are only appreciated after they are lost. In this world, one must understand that sometimes taking a step back opens up a whole new world."
Shui Rouqing smiled and said, "With me and Sister Rong taking care of you, I guarantee you won't dare to run around."
The water softened and cleared the small string at a glance, and the scene became vivid: "Don't be fooled by his honest appearance, he's a real sly character."
Since the game of chess with Shui Rouqing, Xiao Xian has not spoken a word to her. Both sides knew the meaning behind their actions that day, and there was a strange atmosphere between them when they were together. Whenever their eyes met, they quickly looked away, unwilling to be the first to speak. When Xiao Xian heard Shui Rouqing mention "Little Sly", he naturally thought of the nickname "Ning Sly Wind" she gave to Ning Huaifeng. His heart suddenly stirred, and when he looked up and saw her sweet smile, all the grievances and resentments disappeared in an instant, as if they had never existed.
In June, the pupa's temperament varies with the hour, constantly shifting and uncertain. The one who needs to be saved must sense it themselves and accurately determine the direction before starting the treatment. Jing Chengxiang saw a worried expression on Xiaoxian's face and chuckled, "It's alright. I have many medical books. You can first study the positions of the various meridians and acupoints." He emphasized, "This is a matter of life and death for you. You need to study it well."
Startled, he opened his mouth to scream, but suddenly felt a tightness and contraction in his lower abdomen, as if a hole had been opened. A burst of strange energy suddenly exploded into his chest and abdomen, forcing a strong smell of blood into his throat. A mouthful of blood was about to spurt out.
Jing Cheng laughed heartily and said, "Good boy, if you didn't have some real talent and learning, how could you have made our Shui girl call you a little slickster?"
Shui Rouqing finally did not oppose Xiao Xian this time, and applauded in agreement.
The so-called youthful arrogance, full of spirit and vigor, this young man has since become somewhat disdainful, truly thinking of himself as the number one swordsman in the world, becoming even more arrogant.
Step forward in the portrait, and quickly press the middle of the small string in front of the chest with your right index finger: "Do not be afraid, relax your whole body. I will first seal your pulse with 'righteous qi', as long as you find the position of the 'June cocoon', it can be eliminated in one stroke."
Little Xian was greatly shocked, and quickly pulled the bell to summon Jing Chengxiang.
Shui Rouqing giggled and said, "Why can't I call out if you can? Do I have to call you Aunt Rong too?"
Originally, although Xiao Xian had some foundation in internal skills from "The Book of Destiny", he had never formally practiced internal skills and did not understand the method of controlling the intake and output of breath. However, he was determined to memorize the various acupoints on the meridian chart, and as he focused his mind, his internal energy flowed naturally along the meridians.
The flower looks as if it wants to see the small string and hear the scene becoming like sitting on pins and needles, afraid that he might get anxious, hurriedly comforted, "Uncle Jing's medical skills are unparalleled in the world, he must have a way to cure you."
Little Xian's heart warmed up. After knowing each other for so long, it was the first time she felt a sense of concern from Shui Rouqing. She nodded gently. Looking at Jing Cheng's serious and different appearance from when they first met, she had no idea how he would treat her. Suddenly, she felt that in the end, she was just an "outsider" on this Mingpei Peak. Although this "rival" usually didn't give in to her, they were also a friend who rarely spoke a few words... After this separation, she didn't know how long she would be lonely for... At this thought, her nose suddenly felt sour, and a sense of reluctance arose. Suddenly, she felt that in the end, she was just an "outsider" on this Mingpei Peak. Although this "rival" usually didn't give in to her, they were also a friend who rarely spoke a few words... After this separation, she didn't know how long she would be lonely for... At this thought, her nose suddenly felt sour, and a sense of reluctance arose.
As if understanding but not understanding, suddenly came across the phrase "The way of heaven is like drawing a bow." This "bow" character immediately reminded me of the hidden weapon master Wang Linqing.
Who is as timid as a mouse? Shui Rouqing stood with her hands on her hips and said angrily, "Don't say I didn't warn you. There are all kinds of traps in the hero's tomb. If you run around recklessly, no one will be able to save you if you get lost."
For example, just now, I noted the "Zhongfu" point of the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, then immediately switched to the "Tiantu" point of the Ren Meridian, and then turned to the "Shaoshan" point of the Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian...
A statue of a woman in palace attire stands in the palace. She is draped in a cloak, wearing a phoenix crown on her head, holding a large seal in her right hand, lightly lifting the hem of the cloak with her left hand, and slightly raising her right leg, as if about to walk down the palace.
Otherwise. Jing Cheng seemed to be meditating and said, "The most powerful aspect of the extinction magic lies in its difficulty to resolve, like maggots attached to bones, and there is also a lingering hostility hidden in the heart, obstructing the flow of blood and qi, making it difficult for medicine and stones to reach. This lingering hostility has a name called 'Six-Month Chrysalis'..."
Although Xu Moyang taught Xiao Xian some martial arts, Xiao Xian's naughty and active personality makes it difficult for him to endure the hard work. He is far less focused than Duan Cheng, who is dedicated to learning chess. Xiao Xian only knows a few acupoints related to the Jia Yi Shen Gong. When Jing Cheng asked about it seriously, Xiao Xian blushed slightly and reluctantly shook his head.
Jing Cheng looked stunned, unexpectedly this child's way of speaking was so interesting that he burst out laughing.