From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 7 Snow
After this incident, Lin Qingxuan understood that Quanzhen Xuangong is worthy of the authentic martial arts in the world.

Resting his breath and concentrating on it, the true energy in Lin Qingxuan's body continued to circulate according to the 24 techniques of Jinguan Yusuo, because the Quanzhen Daoge had already started at this time, and there was no slowness or dryness in those acupoints after performing the exercises.

If you accept the exercise and let the internal force run on its own, the speed is more than [-]% faster than before.

Delighted in his heart, Lin Qingxuan also decided to do the job of delivering meals well, so that he would have the opportunity to learn the martial arts of several other real people in the future.

"I didn't expect that this meal delivery errand would also have the advantage of stealing martial arts. Then I will find a way to deliver meals to a few other real people in the future."

Maybe Lin Qingxuan's experience after getting Tian Yanjing was too smooth, so he was very unsatisfactory in the next ten days.

Although Daoist Mingchun's foot injury had not healed, he had to deliver meals to the second-generation disciples of Quanzhen Sect, but it was still handed over to Lin Qingxuan.

However, Lin Qingxuan delivered meals to each of the four second-generation disciples of Quanzhen Sect on the mountain, but unfortunately, each of the scattered people of Zhenren did not practice martial arts any more. Sora rejoiced several times.

The winter is approaching, and the climate in the northern country is colder than the other day, and the weather on Zhongnan Mountain is the first to touch the severe winter.

This day, Lin Qingxuan woke up, his body was full of infuriating energy, and the warm current in his abdomen was quite comfortable, so he got up and stretched, his bones crackling.

Although living in a cramped firewood house, Lin Qingxuan was satisfied because of his heart.

Doing the chores of the fire room every day and concentrating on cultivating internal skills, I am happy and comfortable, because of the peace of mind, coupled with the experience and experience of Ma Yu and Sun Buer in practicing Quanzhen Xuan Gong for decades, Lin Qingxuan has a whole body hanging on his head. The BUFF halo of uninterrupted self-cultivation at 12:[-] a.m. is there, so even if it is limited to the root bone for a week, the inner strength does not increase much, but it is still fast in the long run. Every day, the inner strength is practiced smoothly, and the diligence is extremely fast. the same speed.

When Lin Qingxuan went to fetch water, he saw several disciples of the third generation who had only entered the first two or three years were practicing boxing and martial arts. With some confidence.

Straightening up and looking at the bright light outside the window, Lin Qingxuan frowned slightly, and when he opened the door, a biting cold wind blew on his face.

Outside the house was bright, the crooked pines and begonias were covered with white snow, the ground and the house were all silver, and the brown-yellow and black Qinling Mountains in the distance had also turned into snow-capped mountains.

The cold plum in the corner of the courtyard somehow bloomed a few small flowers, shaking against the cold wind, looking very gratifying.

"It snowed overnight?"

It was already the winter moon, and although it was not the coldest time, the top of Zhongnan Mountain was several times colder than the bottom of the mountain, and the heavy snow made the air freeze.

Lin Qingxuan was wearing a gray jacket with a collar and only a middle coat under the robe, but it was still in the Spring and Autumn season. When the cold wind blew on his face, he felt cold through his body, and he felt better after adjusting his breath. Then he went back to the house to pick it up. Put on the newly issued winter clothes in the month of teaching.

The gray-white Taoist robe was bulging and looked as if he had eaten fat.

Lin Qingxuan saw snow for the first time since he crossed. He was so happy that he went to the fire room to borrow a wooden shovel to clean up the snow in the yard. With both hands, he took off the Haoran towel on his head and put it on the snowman's head.

After turning around the snowman, Lin Qingxuan smiled and said, "If you put on the Taoist robe again, from a distance, you might be able to be regarded as a Taoist."

After speaking, Lin Qingxuan regained his innocence. He really went back to the house and fetched an old Taoist robe to put on the snowman. He fastened it carefully, clapped his hands and smiled, "Yes, it looks a little bit better."

At the end of the year, the internal affairs of the teaching are complicated, and Guo Zhirui has been busy these days.

He had just been in the front hall serving the master teacher, checking the year's offerings from the various points of view and the lay disciples. He also received a lot of money for the winter, as well as money for cooking Laba porridge, oil fruit, sesame oil and other winter supplies. , I was happy, and as I walked this way, I was calculating the distribution of expenses for the kitchen in the fire room for the New Year, thinking about how much benefit I could get from it.

Unconsciously walking into the other courtyard, I saw Lin Qingxuan and the snowman head on, I couldn't help but get angry and scolded: "Qingxuan, you don't know anything, the Chinese New Year is coming, who am I waiting for who is not busy to hit the back of the head?

You're just kidding around here, why don't you go chopping wood and burning charcoal?There is not enough charcoal fire for the winter in the courtyards, be careful, I have peeled your skin! "

Lin Qingxuan's good mood was ruined by Guo Zhirui, and he frowned and snorted coldly: "Guo Daochang, I only built a snowman because I was happy when I saw the snow, why are you barking and humiliating the poor Daoist?"

Guo Zhirui saw that Lin Qingxuan dared to talk back, his anger rose from his heart, and he kicked the snowman suddenly, and then waved his right hand, and his fat palm greeted Lin Qingxuan's face with a whirring wind.

Although Lin Qingxuan has only been practicing for more than a month, his progress has surpassed that of ordinary three-generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect for several years. His internal strength has already become a climate. In addition, he has already practiced the basic boxing, body, and martial arts. Facing Guo Zhirui's palm and footsteps, Slip and dodge easily.

Guo Zhirui has been in the field for seven or eight years. Although he has been a bit abandoned in the past three years, he can't help but be taken aback when he sees that his five successful palms have been avoided by Lin Qingxuan.

Lin Qingxuan was worried that if Guo Zhirui made another move, he would definitely not be able to resist and fight back. At that time, he would not be able to keep the secret of his true martial arts skills, so he hurriedly activated the Tianyan mirror to observe Guo Zhirui's martial arts skills.

Guo Zhirui's martial arts are low, and Lin Qingxuan consumes [-]% of his internal strength in an instant to see Guo Zhirui's martial arts cultivation through the Tianyan mirror. His internal strength may be higher than his own, but his fists and feet are full of flaws. Compared with Sun Buer's experience of Quanzhen Daoge It's very shallow.

"How dare you hide!"

Guo Zhirui subconsciously thought that he was unfamiliar with his fists and feet, and didn't even think that Lin Qingxuan would possess martial arts.

In the song of Quanzhen Dao, this trick is to deal with the mental method of "the secret language master transmits the enlightenment of the beginning, when there is no more than no trace", it is used to integrate the inner strength of breathing, steps, movements, and the more the inner strength is cultivated, the more profound, the matching moves Can be even more powerful.

Guo Zhirui's attack on the heart was a killer move, including three changes of fists, fingers and claws, and when he grasped at the shoulder socket, he was a master of split muscles and bones. show punishment.

Lin Qingxuan's cultivation realm of Quanzhen Daoge is far more than five times that of Guo Zhirui. Although his internal strength is slightly weaker, if he does it seriously, he can knock Guo Zhirui to the ground within three moves.

But Lin Qingxuan didn't want to reveal the secret that he had secretly learned the Quanzhen Sect's true Xuan Gong. He could only see the flaws in Guo Zhirui's moves, pretending to be afraid, and sliding his hands in the air, twisting his body and spreading his feet. Running, but because of panic, he stepped on the snow and slipped under his feet and suddenly fell on his back, just dodging Guo Zhirui's hands.

Lin Qingxuan lost his balance and was about to fall, so he subconsciously grabbed the air with both hands, grabbed Guo Zhirui's sleeve with one hand, and then happened to be the moment when Guo Zhirui's ultimate move hit the air and lost his balance.

Lin Qingxuan pulled with little strength, but Guo Zhirui vacated his feet and plunged his head into the snowdrift.

Struggling to get up, he felt that his knees, neck and forehead were sore and uncomfortable. Then he looked at Lin Qingxuan while stroking his chest and gasping for breath, his face still had a look of fear.

Guo Zhirui secretly screamed bad luck, the pain on his body was unbearable and he didn't dare to chase after Lin Qingxuan again, he just snorted coldly, threw his sleeves and slapped the ice, snow and mud on his body and limped away.

(End of this chapter)