Seeing the warm atmosphere of martial arts practice in Guannei, the senior brother and the third senior brother even set up "morning exercises" after chanting scriptures in the morning class every day to practice martial arts together. customization.
Huhulala, a big family, counting the Huogong Taoist, there are a total of more than sixty people, lined up in a neat queue, performing martial arts together, first practicing the [Nursing Qi and Yuangong] adapted by Master Lingxu, and then practicing [Thirty-six Swords of Qingyun] improved by Qingxuan.
Because there is no other mental method besides [Kunwu Yuanyu Gong] for Guannei Neigong. However, [Kunwu Yuan Yu Gong] has too obvious characteristics, and it is impossible to pass it on to ordinary disciples directly on the premise of recharging energy within the sect, so as not to be sparse and secret, revealing the identity.
At the same time, [Kunwu Yuanyu Kungfu] is the early stage of [Taiyi Xuanyuan Ningyu Kungfu] after all. This was the unique skill of the "Kunwu Mountain" back then. How could it be easily taught to ordinary disciples
Therefore, all the disciples in the temple used to practice martial arts based on the basic Taoist internal energy [Peiyuan Gong], and their progress has been quite slow. Ever since Daoist Lingxu got inspiration from Qingxuan and changed the [Nursing Qi and Yuan Yuan Gong], the internal force training of Guannei disciples has become a little bit better, and everyone has finally seen the extraordinary internal force.
Among the disciples of the disciples, there were many people who succeeded in breaking through, gained a sense of aura, and became real warriors.
After this change, Qingyun Temple began to get rid of the style of folk customs, and gradually began to develop in the direction of the official sect.
It is actually very common for disciples under the sect not to see the "old god" for a long time. This was the case with this patriarch in the early years. He often practiced martial arts in closed doors. The third disciple Qingsong came to take care of it.
Ever since Master Lingxu saw Qingxuan practicing Taijiquan [Nourishing Qi and Yuan Gong], he was very touched, and he has been unable to retreat since that day. In addition to specializing in new exercises, it seems that the cultivation level that was originally difficult to advance has also shown signs of loosening again.
Daoist Lingxu is born a martial idiot, and also a martial arts genius, otherwise he would not have become one of the highest-level direct disciples of the Kunwu Sect in his early twenties, and would not have learned [Tai Yi Xuan Yuan Ning The first two layers of exercises in Yugong.
The old Taoist practiced hard and couldn't get out of retreat.
Judging from the current momentum, the old Taoist leader will not easily get out of the gate until the teacher's gate competition.
The change of the Qingyun Temple is from top to bottom, and at this time, as the most diligent disciple in the history of the Qingyun Temple—the little Taoist Qingxuan, he is practicing hard and hard, so naturally he does not realize the profound significance of the changes in the Qingyun Temple.
Dozens of days like this, a little less will pass.
Surrounded by green hills and green willows in front of the gate.
It was April, early summer was coming, and it was another morning.
The gate of Qingyun Temple was pushed open with a creak, and two sleepy-eyed little Taoist boys dragged their brooms out of the gate. One is tall and strong, with round eyes and thick eyebrows, but with a strange beard, but his face looks a little bruised, and his body is covered with bandages; But red lips, white teeth, and clear eyebrows make people feel good about him unconsciously, but there seems to be something wrong with his eyes, and he always squints when looking at things, as if he can't see things clearly without this.
It was Ma Yunyong who had a rough figure and a beard all over his face. In the previous battle, Ma's beard was covered with injuries. It has only recovered for a few days. The injuries on his body have not healed quickly, so he can't wait to come out and find something to do. Dry.
The morning air is so fresh.
Ma Yunyong yawned big and stretched. There was still some pain between the waist and abdomen for a while, but it was fine.
Damn, lying in bed for more than a month, the bones of the whole body are almost rusted. But the fight last time was really fucking enjoyable.
Just when he was proud, there was a slam on the back, and Ma Yunyong, who was tall and tall, was knocked back by someone, but the person who bumped into him staggered backwards, and he clutched his head and screamed in pain.
Looking back at the person, Ma Yunyong couldn't laugh or cry, and said grumpily, "I said Yun Cong, your eyes are not getting any better. Go back and buy a walking stick, so as not to roll down the mountain and fall to your death one day."
At the back, Xiao Yuncong rubbed his head, got up, and said aggrievedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, brother Ma Yunyong, the little uncle said, to practice internal strength well, my eyes can heal my eyes. Okay... besides, why did you stop suddenly? It caused me to fall."
"Is it itchy?" Ma Yunyong waved his fist, thinking he was a hero, but remembering that Lin Yuncong couldn't see clearly, he sighed helplessly, "A man must have great ambition and courage, and you know that I don't bully the weak... Hmph, I'll let you look good first, and then I'll let you see the power of the man's fists when your eyesight clears up."
Knowing that Ma Yunyong is fierce on the outside and kind on the inside, and his mouth is hard and his heart is soft, the little Taoist Lin Yuncong didn't take it seriously, he just laughed and started sweeping the floor.
Ma Yunyong leaned against the gate with his big broom in his arms, and said, "Oh, I can't keep up with this year's competition, what a pity."
"Stop making trouble, you are only seven years old, the senior brothers are all in their teens, and the senior brother is over sixteen, who will compete with you? Please don't take the opportunity to be lazy, please help me sweep the floor quickly." Lin Yuncong While complaining, while sweeping the ground.
"Hmph," despised Lin Yuncong, and danced a set of combined punches to Lin Yuncong who was working with his head bowed. "How many disciples do you think Second Master and the others can bring back this time?"
Having said that, Lin Yuncong also stopped, and said with a look of yearning: "No matter how many people bring back, I am no longer the one at the bottom of the generation."
yes. The two sighed for a while.
In Qingyun Temple, except for the two little treasures of the master's family, Ma Yunyong and Lin Yuncong are at the bottom regardless of seniority, martial arts, and age. Ma Yunyong is seven years old and Lin Yuncong is six years old. Junior brother, it is also a very painful thing to be given way everywhere. Especially Ma Yunyong, who challenged everywhere, but no one responded. Otherwise, the aggressive wild boy would not be forced to trouble Qingxuan in the end.
Thinking of those sad days, Ma Yunyong couldn't help but let out another long sigh.
Ma Yunyong and Lin Yuncong are both secular children, but they are not orphans. Ma Yunyong's father, Ma Dashan, was a horse bandit in the southwest at that time. He listened to Qingyan, the second disciple of Qingyun Temple, and became a rich man. Ma Dashan; as for Lin Yuncong, I am the accountant in charge of storage in the county government office of Qingyang Town. He eats imperial food and is a civil servant. This child can only be raised by dedicating it to the gods, so Lin Yuncong, who was under four years old, was sent to Qingyun Temple.
Among the Yunzi generation, according to the order of entry, the two are the last two.
Lin Yuncong shook his head, lowered his head and continued to work.
After scanning for a long time, his body was suddenly hit by someone. Looking back, it was Ma Yunyong, "Why are you bothering me if you don't sweep your side?"
"What? What is your side? I have been sweeping this side. I said you have bad eyesight. You are not willing to listen. I have cleaned everything up. Why are you here to sweep?" Ma Yunyong's eyes widened. , yelled.
"Really?" Lin Yuncong's eyes were indeed troubled, and he didn't know if he really scanned the wrong place, "Oh, I'm sorry."
"Forget it, forget it, why don't you go back and scan the other side?" Ma Yunyong suppressed the smile on his lips.
"Oh, all right."
Lin Yuncong dragged the broom to the other side and started sweeping again.
On the other side, Ma Yunyong endured so much that he almost lost his temper.
While Lin Yuncong was cleaning and Ma Yunyong was snickering, a leisurely and loud singing came from down the mountain.
Life is empty, sex is empty,
Things and I forget to explain the wind of wisdom.
Somehow confused.
Yun Shen Gong, Qi Hengtong,
In the world of anti-su spiritual light.
The imaginary is everywhere.
…
But it is a song "Changsi Xian", the singing voice is chic, the mood is romantic, and it is indescribably elegant and agile. A cyan figure moves with the singing. At the beginning of the singing, people are still at the foot of the mountain. When the singing ends, people have already arrived in front of the audience.