I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 3 Chapter 5-6 Bull Sword
It was late at night, and the two of them slept in a room with two bunks on the ground. Although it was simple, they felt at ease.

The holes in Song Boyu's clothes had been mended by Zhou Xiuniang, and they were neatly stacked in a corner of the floor.

Song Boyu immediately stood up gently after listening to the gongs and drums played by the watchman on the street three times and the cry of "It's midnight, it's safe and sound".

He observed Xiu Niang for a while and confirmed that it did not affect her sleep, and then he performed the starting position of moving piles.

He had to go through each training posture to mobilize the life essence in his body to flow out. When he reached the fifth posture, the slightest flow of heat had turned into a trickle of heat.

A suction force suddenly appeared in the heart, sucking in all the heat flow, and a weak silver light shone through the chest.

Song Boyu immediately lay down, feeling dizzy.

When he opened his eyes again, the waning moon hung high in the sky, and the surrounding area was empty. He was floating in the air, with two groups of transparent bubbles hanging in front of him.

He looked at the two bubbles and said thoughtfully:

"Last time I chose the historical mark of Tong Zi Gong. If I choose again, I will enter a certain historical segment for three days. There is no rush.

It is better to choose the blood-stained hatchet, maybe you can get some information about the red corpse and know who the hidden corpse keeper is! "

Song Boyu believed that it was not only the monster Red Corpse that killed his parents, but also the corpse breeder behind it. He must find a way to find this person.

"If we can confirm who the person raising the corpse is, it means he is hiding it. Then we can plan carefully how to report it to Jingping Yamen without being suspected..."

While thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to the translucent bubble where the blood-stained hatchet vaguely appeared. The moment Song Boyu touched the bubble, the bubble expanded instantly, and the scene changed instantly.

Reincarnated again, he was like drinking Meng Po soup, forgetting everything in his past life.

In this life, his name was Xun Xueya, who was still from Shangxiang and Fucheng. He was born in the sixth year of the Dayu calendar, 450, the first year of Zhenlong.

Xun Xueya's name is Ya, but he comes from an out-and-out martial arts family. He is the second son, and his father hopes that he can make a breakthrough in literature and art.

But it is a pity that Xun Xueya, like his father, is not interested in reading at all. He only likes to dance with swords and guns, and he is fascinated by mysterious and mysterious techniques.

When his father was ten years old, he spent a lot of money to commission Ping Yilangguan of Jingping Yamen to test his qualifications. Unfortunately, he had no spiritual roots, let alone any qualifications.

This, of course, made Xun Xueya very regretful, but he still did not want to study literature, but focused more on martial arts.

At the age of 17, he went out for a long time, and returned ten years later, he broke through to the realm of divine power, and gained a place in the martial arts world of Shangxiang Prefecture by virtue of his light-body kung fu Jin Yan Gong and his unstoppable mastery of Baihong Ghost Hand.

After that, he opened a martial arts gym on Wanmen Street in Donggefang, called Xueya Martial Arts Hall.It has been ten years since the beginning, and the internal martial arts skills I have been practicing have always been the Tiger-Shaped Jin passed down from my family. For the foundation-building realm, I have only heard of its name but not its meaning.

Although he was curious and longing for the realm of foundation building, the essence of internal energy was the foundation of the martial arts family, and he had always cherished it, so he couldn't get it at all.

At this moment, a mysterious man wearing a mask of crying and laughing evil spirits found him, and presented him with a copy of the true internal energy "Extreme Yin Qigong", which claims to be directed at building foundations.

He was dubious at first, but after careful study he found out that this technique was not trivial, so he finally chose to switch to another practice. After a narrow escape, he transformed the ancestral Tiger Shape Strength into Jiyin Qigong. Two years later, after two years, the Hundred Veins of Divine Power was perfected, and the Qi Movement was perfected. The realm of foundation building.

His flesh shell is mixed with divine iron, and he contains surging vitality. He is capable of carrying a cauldron and tearing apart tigers, and his eyes are filled with light, which is very extraordinary.

At this stage, Xun Xueya once again moved his mind to become a Taoist. At the age of 39, he paid a lot of money to hire an old official, Hei Yiro, to measure the bones carefully with instruments, but the result was the same as when he was ten years old.

He was unwilling to give in and asked if there was any unconventional way to enter Taoism. Laoping Yilangguan didn't say anything for a long time and actually stood up to leave.

That night, the ghost-faced mysterious man who gave him the "Ji Yin Yi Qigong" appeared again and told him the special method for mortals to enter Taoism, the forbidden method in the world of cultivation, and the method to continue the path to immortality.

This method requires finding a person with spiritual roots and qualifications, digging up his spiritual bones, and then killing his life, using his own soul to devour his soul, stealing his destiny, and continuing his cultivation path.

This method is extremely cruel and harmful, and its characteristics are very obvious. It is jointly banned by all the major forces in the spiritual world. Once discovered, it will be destroyed immediately.

But there is an exception, which is to use blood relatives to connect. Not only do they have no characteristics, they are more adaptable and are not easily discovered by big forces.

Hearing such a cruel method, Xun Xueya subconsciously refused, but he listened to it after all and remembered it in his heart.

At the end of the year, his youngest son was born. He actually had spiritual roots and was the seed of spiritual practice.

That year, he often held the child in his arms, looking in a trance, talking to himself, sometimes charity, sometimes fierceness.

In the end, the child died before he was one year old.

After that, Xun Xueya successfully connected her spiritual roots, completed the foundation construction, and "easily" obtained the Yin Shen Dharma, and held a secret initiation ceremony in winter.

Unfortunately, at the moment when he was about to be inspired to enter the Tao, the mysterious man with a ghost face appeared again, accompanied by a night owl laughter as cold as an ice cellar, and crushed a blood-red bead, completely destroying his initiation ceremony.

Xun Xueya's consciousness gradually blurred and sank into darkness forever.

When Xun Xueya died, Song Boyu woke up immediately. He opened his eyes and found that he had returned to the dreamland where the waning moon hung high.

The waning moon in the sky was once again obscured by clouds, and a ray of light broke through the clouds and fell, shrouding Song Boyu's body. He skillfully began to make choices about his experiences.

The knowledge and experience of four secret books, namely "Ji Yin Yi Qigong" which directly points to the perfection of foundation building, "Tiger Shape Strength" which can be practiced to the perfection of divine power, "Golden Yan Gong" of light body kung fu and "White Rainbow Ghost Hand", is retained.

The appearance of the mysterious man with the ghost face was also firmly remembered by Song Boyu. As for other messy memories, they were all blurred and slowly dissipated.

He floated quietly in this empty dreamland with an indifferent expression: "I have gained the knowledge, experience and vision of four secret books this time, which can be considered a fruitful harvest.

As for the other internal strength secrets, Qinggong secrets, and fist and kick secrets collected by Xun Xueya and Xu Hongyi, I can slowly pick them up when I enter different historical segments in the future. "

As his words fell, the dream instantly shattered.

In reality, Song Boyu opened his eyes and found that it was just dark outside.

He lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and thought:

“A dream lasts about three hours.

I gained a lot this time, but the inner strength and mental method can never be converted into extremely yin qigong.

Otherwise, there would be no pure yang energy to resist the corrosion of the yin energy in the body, and even extreme yin energy would actively combine with it, and death would be possible in an instant.

However, stones from other mountains can attack jade. I can learn from it and test it in my dream to see if I can achieve new breakthroughs in Tongzi Kung Fu.

The fierce martial art of Tiger-shaped Jin actually has yang attributes, but it is not pure and can be used as a reference.

Jin Yan Gong needs to reach the realm of hardness and softness before it can be used. Baihong Ghost Hand needs to reach the realm of divine power and open the three yang meridians of the hand or the three yin meridians of the hand before it can be used. These two are put aside for the time being. "

Song Boyu did not intend to directly try to improve the boy's skill in reality, because if something happened, it would be irreversible. There would be no such risks in the historical dream, and he could try boldly and commit suicide at will.

After thinking about the secrets of the exercises, Song Boyu opened his eyes and sat up, found a big cold steamed bun, broke it open, stuffed some pickles and began to chew, thinking in his heart:

"Xun Xueya is the red corpse. He was tricked to death by a mysterious man with a ghost face in the year 496 of the Yu calendar, four years ago during the heavy snowfall in winter.

He died in the underground secret room of his martial arts gym, which is located on Wanmen Street in Donggefang. I should take the time to go to Xun's martial arts gym to inquire about the situation. Maybe I can really find out the ghost-faced man who raised the corpse.

This ghost-faced man killed my parents, and also caused my Yin spirit energy to enter my body. My life is in danger. We must not let him get away with it! "

If possible, Song Boyu wished he could catch the ghost-faced man, tear him apart on the spot, and let him experience the terrible pain of his body being split into two parts.

But he knew that this matter could not be rushed. The Ghost-faced Man was an evil cultivator, and his strength was even more unpredictable to him. It was not easy for a mortal to plot against and kill a cultivator.

"You must be cautious and cautious!"

After taking a long breath, Song Boyu ate three more large steamed buns and finally felt full. He adjusted his condition, walked out of the room, and began to practice boy skills.

This is not a secret matter. He also told Du Xuexue that he needed to practice martial arts to survive.

The style of martial arts training in Dayu is quite strong, but most of them teach hard skills and do not have the secret to internally refine the life essence.

The Tong Zi Kung Fu mastered by Song Boyu is indeed a good internal training method, but it is very useless. Those without Tong Yang cannot practice it, and those with Tong Yang cannot achieve success without breaking the body, and it is very difficult to achieve success.

Therefore, as long as they have the choice, few people would want to practice his Pure Yang Internal Cultivation Method.

But this is fine, at least Song Boyu can practice openly and not be afraid of being remembered.

His posture while practicing was strange, and after sunrise, he attracted the attention of Du Xuexue's family and two servants who had just woken up.

Especially Du Xuexue's seven-year-old son was extremely excited, dancing and dancing, and was finally forcibly taken away by Mrs. Xuexue.

The lady even pulled Yao'er aside and whispered:

"Li'er, even if you want to practice martial arts, we can go to a big martial arts school. It's good to practice the martial arts, but if you don't practice the martial arts, you can also strengthen your body. But you really can't learn the skills of your brother Boyu. You still have to grow up and get a wife.”

Du Li was unwilling to comply and shouted: "No, I want to learn, I want to learn."

In the end, it was Du Xuexuu who took action in person and hit his palm twenty times with a ruler. Only then did Du Li become honest.

Song Boyu didn't pay attention to the things around him. He maintained his posture, especially when the last posture reached the state of "Yuan Yang is hidden inside, and his belly is like a soldering iron", he made a bold attempt.

While maintaining this state, he immediately stopped the exercise and performed another stand and eight exercises of Zhuang Gong.

His astonishing move did not attract the attention of the people around him. After all, these people were not familiar with martial arts, and they were even less clear about the mystery of this internal practice.

Ordinary people practice Tongzi Gong and stay still in the ninth posture for several months. Once they move, they will break the state of "Yuanyang is hidden inside, and the abdomen is like a soldering iron".

Only after a few months do you gradually master the tricks of the state, will you start trying to stop and repeat.

But Song Boyu has the decades of experience and vision of the creator of "Tongzi Gong". He is like a king-level master in the previous life who opened a trumpet and soloed from scratch. His skills are soaring, almost without defeat, and the effect is like a little bull wielding a sword.

(End of this chapter)