Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 21

"Master Li, you know that the world is like a sea of ​​suffering!"

In the small courtyard of the Hou's Mansion, Mo Yunliang talked eloquently, explaining the differences between martial arts, Taoism, Confucianism, and Qi to Jiang Li.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is deep, sinking into everything, and all living beings struggle in it, no matter whether they are rich or powerful, powerful or humble, and their lives are like grass, they are just a duckweed of suffering in this world. They struggle hard and never escape!"

"In ancient times, the way of heaven was enlightened, and countless wise men were born. They observed the movements of ancient beasts and desolate beasts, thought about the laws of the way of heaven, and after many generations of exploration, evolution, and perfection, they created countless mysterious and magical paths and methods.

"In the early years of the Middle Ages, various ideas collided fiercely, and a hundred schools of thought contended, brilliant and brilliant, but the years were ruthless, and after several times of turmoil, only the four veins of Confucianism, Taoism, martial arts, and Qi have been handed down to the ancient times.

"Confucianism cultivates the spirit of writing and nourishes the noble spirit, the literary spirit is obvious, the noble spirit will last forever, the mind is determined, the world is enlightened, the idea is beyond the sea of ​​suffering, and it will exist forever.

"Warriors temper their bodies and use their bodies as boats. If the raft is strong enough to withstand the boundless sinking, they will be able to cross the sea of ​​suffering and reach the other shore!

"Taoism cultivates the soul, the body will eventually perish, but the spirit is eternal, abandon the raft and soar to the other shore!"

Mo Yunliang paused for a moment, then hesitated and said: "As for Qi veins, although they are parallel with the three veins, but the inheritance is missing, it is only half of the veins at most, although they are diligent and fast, they hurt the fundamental vitality. You may ask Lord Hou to modify the martial veins! "

"Why does Mr. Mo cultivate Qi?"

Jiang Li suddenly asked: "I, Da Zhou, with the surname of Mo, nine out of ten are from the Mo family family, and my husband is also surnamed Mo. I don't know how it is related to the Mo family!"

"Young master is smart, I am indeed a descendant of the Mo sect, but I am not a direct descendant but a partial wife. I have been poor since I was a child, and it is helpless to cultivate the Qi meridian!" Mo Yunliang replied, his eyes were beating, and there was a hint of struggle, but In the end it was calm.

"Although I am the concubine son of Marquis Zhenwu, my situation is no better than that of my husband!"

Jiang Li bowed slightly and said: "Sir, Jiang Li is kind enough to lead me, but the situation cannot be controlled by others, please also pass on the method of Qimai cultivation to me!"

"Forget it, if you live a wonderful life, just a few decades will be enough. There is no one in a million who cultivates the martial arteries, becomes a master, or a martial sage. The strength of the master!"

Mo Yunliang nodded, and said seriously: "Young Master Li, just listen carefully, the energy flow of life energy is divided into innate qi and acquired qi. The innate qi is born in life, but it is not much. As for the five internal organs, acquired qi is ingested through breathing and diet.

"Our qi channel is to sense qi from nothingness, attract qi, merge with acquired qi, temper and forge step by step, remove impurities and continue to condense, and finally forge a qi thread comparable to refined iron, which is true qi!"

"There are nine realms in Qimai, and the first five realms are nourishing qi, luck, sea of ​​qi, tempering qi, and madness!"

"The first three realms are the basic realms, and the power of the Qimai will only be revealed when the true energy is condensed in the Qi forging realm!"

Mo Yunliang spread out his palm, and a stream of pale golden air flew out from his fingertips, spinning and dancing around his palm.

"Young Master Li, this is true qi, although there is only a wisp of it, it is stronger than refined iron!

"When you are in the state of madness, if you release your true energy, you will be able to injure the enemy ten or a hundred steps away."

Mo Yunliang clenched his fist and swung it, a pale golden light blasted out, and the wooden chair a dozen steps away was shattered into countless pieces with a bang.

"Young Master Li, today I will teach you the qi refining technique "Righteous Qi Jue" and the technique of attacking qi veins "Hundred Steps Divine Fist"!"

Mo Yunliang carefully taught the essentials of "Righteous Qi Jue" and "Hundred Steps Divine Fist" word by word.

"Hundred Step Divine Fist!"

Jiang Li lifted his spirits and listened attentively. This is exactly the energy attack skill he lacks.

From this day on, Mo Yunliang would come to the small courtyard every day to teach exercises, give advice on cultivation, and answer all kinds of questions Jiang Li encountered during his cultivation.

Jiang Li possesses the highest Qi meridian practice method "Lingbao Tianzun Xiantian One Qi Guidance Technique", and the effect of practice is a hundred times and a thousand times that of "Righteous Qi Jue".

Mo Yunliang asked him to practice the Righteous Qi Jue, and he secretly performed the Congenital Qi Guiding Technique to improve his cultivation.

There is a difference in respect between the two. Mo Yunliang, who guards Jiang Li's practice, always watches from a distance, and cannot notice the difference in the path of Jiang Li's breath in his body.

Of course, Jiang Li's true state cannot be ascertained.

Six days passed by in a hurry.

Jiang Li meditates during the day, inhaling Qi to nourish Qi.

Practice boxing at night and temper your body.

The strength increased rapidly.

"Fisting like a fist, twisting and turning, the depth is as deep as it is, and the shallowness is as shallow as it is!"

On the morning of the seventh day, Jiang Li danced in the courtyard.

His fists are deep, and his breath moves with him.

Waves of energy circulated in his meridians, stretching continuously, and the fist was released with great force, with a strength of one hundred and fifty to sixty catties in a single arm.

"Mr. Mo is right. The first three stages of Qimai are just the foundation. After entering the Sea of ​​Qi Realm, the amount of energy in my body has increased greatly, and my sustaining power has increased, but the increase in energy is not obvious. The strength is far inferior to that of a martial artist in the third level of martial arts."

Jiang Li retracted his fist slowly, adjusted the movement of Qi in his body, and realized the mystery of Baibu Shenquan.

It has only been more than 120 years since Wu Sheng Xie Yanke rebuilt his Qimai.

Although there are many martial arts masters and Qimai cultivators who are constantly improving and developing, and have created many new cultivation methods and attack techniques on the basis of Xie Yanke's basic Qi refining technique, compared with the vast sea of ​​martial arts inheritance, there are still very few.

The hundred-step long fist taught by Mr. Mo to Jiang Li is the best attacking technique. The fist is fierce and powerful.

But Jiang Li has not yet reached the level of madness, so he cannot display the true power of the Hundred Steps Divine Fist.

After seven days of submerged cultivation, his energy state has been rapidly improved, and he has already advanced to the third level of Qi Sea.

With the blessing of medicinal wine, the realm of Wumai has also been greatly improved, reaching the middle stage of Martial Arts.

However, tempering the physical body is a gradual process. His time in martial arts is too short, and it is not easy to completely improve his originally weak body.

The medicinal wine has also been used up.

"The seven days have come, I don't know if the seventeenth son will come as promised!"

Jiang Li went back to the house and changed into clean clothes, then walked out of the small courtyard to Yumen Restaurant to attend the appointment.

Chuchu had to take care of the little black dog, and did not travel with Jiang Li.

Strange to say, the little black dog picked up by Jiang Li was running smoothly, and his body was fine.

But for some reason, he was always in a state of depression and confusion. Except for eating, he lay motionless by the stove all day long, as if he had lost his soul.

Chuchu was worried that something was wrong with the little black dog. These days, he has been staying close to him and taking good care of him.

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"Brother Jiang, you are at ease, these days have been miserable!"

Jiang Li walked into Yumen Restaurant, old man Luo, the owner of the restaurant who was dozing at the counter, raised his head when he heard the footsteps, his face covered with fire scars was full of resentment, and he kept complaining.

"The poems you wrote that day were high-spirited, confident, generous and passionate, and spread throughout Shengjing in less than half a day. Countless literati came here admiringly, and almost burst my small restaurant. I haven't been able to sleep for several days. Already!"

The old man Luo kept complaining, but he trotted out of the counter and arranged a seat for Jiang Li, "What do you want to eat today, big goose is stewed in the pot, and more than a dozen kinds of medicinal materials are added, which is the most nourishing!"

"Mr. Luo just look at the arrangement, I'll wait for two friends here!" Jiang Li said with a smile: "The restaurant is open for business, wouldn't it be good to have more customers?"

"Lao Luo opened this Yumen restaurant just to give the old buddies in Shengjing a place to hang out and chat, not for the few taels of silver!"

The old man Luo smiled, and suddenly remembered something: "In the past few days, Qian Zongqi and Lao Zhaotou have waited for you several times to thank you for your gift of poetry, but they never waited, so they stayed I have a few things here, and I will fetch them for you."

(End of this chapter)