My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 412 Martial Sage, Human Immortal, Future of Human Race

The way of a warrior is to refine and transform Qi.

Essence is the body, refining the body is qi and blood, and strong qi and blood make the body strong. Carrying qi and blood has incredible power.

Therefore, martial arts is a process of continuous refinement and transformation of qi.

Compared with immortals who breathe and breathe the essence of heaven and earth, warriors focus more on eating and transforming energy and blood with food.

Therefore, the higher the martial artist's cultivation base, the bigger the appetite, and what's more, he eats two cows a day.

"I don't know much about martial arts. The realm in the early stage is roughly divided into acquired and innate."

Once you have the strength of a thousand catties, you can be called an acquired martial artist.

Most of the acquired tendons, muscles, skin, and bones are exercised the day after tomorrow; at the highest level of practice, the blood is boiling, the bones are as hard as iron, the skin is like leather, and the muscles are explosive.

Acquired peak is specifically manifested in strength over [-] catties.

Because everyone's physique is different, some people have a maximum weight of [-] jin, while others have a maximum weight of [-] jin.

After the day after tomorrow is the day after tomorrow.

Xiantian refines internal organs and bone marrow, also known as Xiao Xiantian and Da Xiantian.

These two realms cannot be summed up simply by using strength.

Innate masters use the physical body to the extreme, and even touch the use of the soul.

The innate killing intent can kill people, kill ghosts!
Great geniuses can live to be 150 years old.

"What about after the Great Xiantian?"

"I don't know very well, it seems to be some kind of martial saint, immortal or something."

Chen Dahu said he was not very clear.

"The realm is about the same. Does the strength you develop change according to your physique?"

Song Lin thought to himself.

He suddenly thought, is the Nine Turns Mysterious Art considered his physique?
The nine-turn immortal body has been transformed many times, and it doesn't look like a supernatural power, but a bit like its own ability.

If you practice martial arts... Song Lin is looking forward to it.

"Don't talk about this, I will teach you the posture and stance later."

Chen Dahu was also sincere.

Song Lin knew after learning that this is indeed a trick of the dealer.

Chenjia Village relies on the sea to eat, and the boat is bumpy. After hundreds of years of experience in production, it has formed a kind of kung fu to stand firmly on the boat.

Let's call it the sailing skill.

This work focuses on the lower body, the feet are like roots, let the wind blow and rain, and at the same time use the strength of the waist to drive the whole body to pull the fishing net with great force.

And a little kung fu with a spear.

Generally speaking, it is not bad, after all, it is the accumulation of hundreds of years, and I have comprehended a little method of refining and transforming Qi by accident.

The second year of Qidi Iori.

After a year of nothing, Song Lin devoted himself to practicing, only heard that the sects were fighting, which seemed to be grabbing territory.

The third year of Qidi Yashen.

Concentrating on practicing, the sect struggle is over, and the final winner is a sect called Tieshamen, and Chenjiacun is also charged a protection fee of 20 taels a year.

above the sea.

The wind is raging and the waves are surging.

A lone boat drifts with the wind.

There is a man standing on board.

The young man was dressed in rough clothes, the clothes were wet by the wind and rain, and the strong wind seemed to sweep him into the sky.

Song Lin's feet stood firm like roots, and his strength penetrated to the bottom of the boat, so that the boat would not capsize.

He is now a beginner in cultivation and has become a thousand-jin martial artist.

In order to better comprehend martial arts and practice from the first perspective, Song Lin does not use spells, not even alchemy.

Now that he understands the waves and observes the mighty power of the sea, he may be able to take his skills a step further.

……

real world.

Yunzhou.

There was an endless stream of refugees, all with disheveled faces and panicked expressions.

The mountains and plains are full of refugees, and they are migrating in the same direction.

I don't know how many sufferings I encountered on the road, hunger, monsters, storms...every wave took away many lives.

The reason why they put in so much effort is precisely because they are going to a place called Yinghua, which is under the rule of the King of England. It is said that there is no hunger in that place and everyone has fields to plant.

There is no need to pay up to [-]% of the tax, no need to participate in hard labor day and night, and no need to worry about it every day, for fear that one day it will disappear for no reason.

Although the common people don't know the major events happening at the top, they will seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Would rather take the risk to go to that place.

Roar! !

At this time, the roar of a tiger came from the forest.

In an instant, the dark clouds covered the sun, all the beasts ran away, and even the weak human beings were hit and fell into a coma on the spot.

A black tiger jumped out of the forest.

Standing one foot tall, with black hair and red eyes, there are vicious ghosts around him.

"demon!!"

The refugees looked desperate. Many young people stood up to cover the retreat. There were also some old people who volunteered. They knew they couldn't outrun the tiger, so they stayed to feed the tiger. What if the tiger stopped chasing people after eating enough?

The tiger gradually approached.

Swish!
A sword light descended from the nine heavens.

The Tigers split in two.

"immortal!"

"The god who saves the suffering!"

The refugees wept with joy and knelt down to worship.

After a while, the king's army came and moved the people away.

In the sky, Qingyu and Shi Yinhua looked at the scene below, and it was Qingyu who made the move just now.

Seeing the situation below, Qingyu put away the sword light, a little irritated.

"The four prefectures and five forests have all been mobilized, but there are still too few monks."

No matter how the enrollment is expanded, the ratio between monks and mortals is still very large.

There is no need to consider this point in peacetime. If there is a little chaos, the number of monks will be a little stretched.

If more people are recruited, the resources will not be enough.

It is right for monks not to interfere in the mortal world, but it is wrong not to interfere at all, so that mortals will be eaten up by demons sooner or later.

Shi Yinhua sighed:
"In the final analysis, mortals do not have the power to protect themselves. The conditions for cultivation are too harsh and too dependent on various opportunities. The palace master wants mortals to strengthen themselves, but in today's situation, mortals are ultimately attached to the Taoist sect."

The king of England claims to have 30 soldiers, but what's the use?

Ten Dingshen Taoist priests can be defeated.

The 30 soldiers at most do some work to maintain order.

"The more intense the war in the future, the more unfavorable it will be for us. The extra population is also a burden. After all, we are not allowed to abandon the people, let alone use them as shields and food to satisfy demons."

Although Shi Yinhua thought so, he also agreed with Song Lin's point of view. After all, he was also from a poor background.

Besides, they are the only hope for mortals in today's world!

It's just that you have to be realistic in the face of difficulties.

Many Taoist priests are distributed in the south of Yunzhou, giving porridge, drawing talismans, curing diseases, exorcising demons, killing ghosts...

Do things that others dare not do, and make great achievements through the ages.

Leave a legend that has been sung through the ages.

Cultivator Donghua has already had great prestige in a place that others can't see.

……

Qidi Eight Gods World.

The third year

Chen Village.

There was another typhoon at sea, and the waves were hundreds of feet high, as if the end of the world.

Another flat boat.

Song Lin stood on the boat, pumping blood silently, his foot was as firm as a mountain.

Then the blood sank down.

boom!
The ship exploded.

The strength radiates in the form of ripples centered on oneself.

Wherever he went, the waves were calm.

After a while, everything will be calm.

Song Lin opened his eyes and stood on the wooden plank, his eyes were like knives, and his blood was surging.

Acquired peak!

One hundred million catties of great force!

His physical talent is ten thousand times that of ordinary warriors!
The skill of sailing a boat evolved into the art of watching tides in Zhenhai.

He stepped out of the wooden plank, without mana or supernatural powers, and actually walked on the water with all his strength.

This is the innate state where qi and blood refine the internal organs, and the strength is subtle.

(End of this chapter)