Martial arts long journey

Chapter 20
On the bed, Zhou Yan closed his eyes and meditated, with his five hearts facing the sky, sitting upright like a mountain.

In the center of his eyebrows, he could see a wisp of black air constantly lingering and circulating, which reflected a somewhat evil look on his delicate face.

There is also a strange and inexplicable sweetness, which slowly emanates from his body.

At this very moment, Zhou Yan was running the inner strength mental method attached to the thousand spiders and poisonous hands, trying in vain to break through the realm of body forging and set foot on the realm of blood quenching.

However, no matter how hard Zhou Yan practiced, even if he felt that he had broken through to the peak of the body forging realm, all the blood in his body was contaminated with the terrifying toxin of thousands of spiders and poisonous hands.

But Zhou Yan still couldn't understand how to use the power of qi and blood in his own blood.

It was as if there were no other changes at all except the toxicity in the blood.

Zhou Yan was originally just an ordinary person, with no inheritance from his teacher, nor the teachings of his elders.

Although the Thousand Spiders and Myriad Poison Hands is a fourth-grade Demon Dao Poison Art, but it pays attention to how to fight the enemy, and it can only be regarded as a palm art in essence.

Although it includes the mental method of how to practice poisonous inner strength, it is mainly about how to use the inner strength of poisonous exercise.

The poisonous internal energy in Zhou Yan's body now is nothing more than the internal energy evolved by itself after the spider venom is integrated into his own blood.

Therefore, Zhou Yan couldn't figure out why he was still unable to break through the realm of body forging and step into the realm of quenching blood.

Although Zhou Yan didn't know how to break through to the blood quenching realm, the Zhou family, as one of the three major martial arts families in Yanzhou Prefecture, naturally had a clear way of how to break through the blood quenching realm

It's a pity that Zhou Yan's predecessor had always hated martial arts, and there was no memory of these in his mind.

In addition, Zhou Yan has been relegated to the mine now, so naturally no one can point out a clear path for him.

Unless Zhou Yan returns to the Zhou family in Yanzhou Mansion right now, and seeks advice from the warriors in the blood quenching realm, he may not be able to understand the mystery of the power of qi and blood in a short time.

After thinking hard for a long time, Zhou Yan, who still found nothing, couldn't help but slowly calm down the poisonous power running in his body.

Then, Zhou Yan, whose eyes were full of helplessness, got up from the bed and got off the ground, and walked towards the window.

Through the hollowed-out window grilles, looking at the snow-capped and silver-clad world outside, Zhou Yan couldn't help but gradually calm down the annoyance that he couldn't break through the realm.

"Forget it, since you can't force it, then continue to practice, and there will always be a day when it will come to fruition and break through on your own."

Slowly withdrawing his gaze out of the window, Zhou Yan sighed and said, he believed that as long as the realm of thousands of spiders and poisonous hands became more and more behind him, he would naturally understand how to break through to the realm of quenching blood.

However, Zhou Yan did not start practicing Thousand Spiders and Myriad Poisonous Hands again. Given his state of mind that has not completely calmed down now, if he directly cultivates Thousand Spiders and Myriad Poisonous Hands, he might be in danger of going mad.

The practice of martial arts is full of all kinds of difficulties and ups and downs, not to mention the practice of internal strength, if you can't completely calm down, something will go wrong if you are not careful.

There are a lot of examples in the Jianghu martial arts world where one becomes obsessed and one's cultivation is ruined because of impatience.

Since he couldn't calm down for the time being, Zhou Yan tried to calm down his ups and downs, and saw his gaze slowly falling on a desk not far away.

The room Zhou Yan lives in now was specially cleaned up for Zhou Yan by the deacon of the mine, Xu Wang.

As one of the deacons of the Zhou family, Xu Wang has naturally heard of Zhou Yan, the eldest son of the Zhou family, and has always liked poetry, calligraphy and painting.

Although the living environment in this mine is very ordinary, Xu Wang still did what he liked and bought a desk for him in Zhou Yan's room, which was specially used by Zhou Yan to pass the time while writing and painting.

However, Zhou Yan has been busy practicing Thousand Spiders and Ten Thousand Poisonous Hands for the past half month, so he has never used this book case.

I saw Zhou Yan walking slowly to the side of the desk, took out a piece of rice paper and spread it on it, and then began to grind the ink quietly.

It has to be said that whether it is Zhou Yan's previous life or his current life, he has a lot of knowledge in calligraphy.

While swiping the brush and splashing the ink, a silver hook painted on iron, the word 'Jing' piercing through the back of the paper jumped on the white rice paper.

However, although the word is the word 'quiet', the charm displayed in the word does not match the word 'quiet' at all.

Perhaps it was because Zhou Yan really wanted to break through to the state of quenching blood, and his words were full of urgency.

Even if Zhou Yan wrote dozens of "quiet" characters repeatedly, and slowly wrote a whole piece of rice paper, the urgency in his heart still did not calm down in the slightest.

"Ugh!"

A long sigh came from his mouth, and Zhou Yan casually put the writing brush in his hand on the pen holder, and stared up at the silver-covered, snow-covered world outside the window in a daze.

"Whoa!"

Perhaps because of Zhou Yan's ups and downs at the moment, when he was writing, he even matched a teacup on the desk, causing the hot tea in the cup to directly spill over the entire desk.

However, Zhou Yan's heart is now full of urgency for the state of quenching blood. Even if the tea soaked the rice paper on the desk, he didn't have the slightest intention of wiping it, and he still stood there in a daze.

"Forget it, go outside to get some fresh air and relax!"

After a while, Zhou Yan muttered to himself.

Immediately, he raised his legs and walked out of the door.

However, before Zhou Yan could fully take his steps, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a scene that surprised him.

As the tea continued to spread over the desk, most of the book scrolls placed on the desk were not soaked.

Among those book scrolls, one of them immediately attracted Zhou Yan's attention.

I saw that the scroll was soaked in tea, and the paper that was originally white in color slowly evolved into an extremely ancient withered yellow color.

At the same time, many words and pictures that had never been seen before appeared on the scroll.

Zhou Yandao was no stranger to that scroll, and that scroll was the calligraphy and painting that his predecessor, the Xie family's children, one of the three major martial arts families in Yanzhou Prefecture, had fought over.

After the previous body was hit hard by a disciple of the Xie family, the Xie family sent the calligraphy and painting to the Zhou family.

Later, Zhou Yan's cheap father, Zhou Chuanxiong, handed it to Zhou Yan together with the porcelain bottle of medicinal powder for relaxing tendons and activating blood circulation.

And when Zhou Yan was demoted to Zhou's mine by Zhou Chuanxiong, he also brought the calligraphy and painting with him.

(End of this chapter)