Dongyi City.
The thatched huts under the hills outside the city were as quiet as before. There was no sword light, no sword wind, no sound of the blade piercing the air, just silence. At this time, it was late spring and the summer season was approaching. The scorching sun shone on the ocean to the east of the mainland, and countless water vapors evaporated, making the entire Dongyi city plunged into heat and humidity. Fortunately, the sea breeze does not stop all year round, which can relieve the boredom.
Since the Battle of Dadongshan three years ago, the sword hut disciples moved to the outside for convenience. No one dared to disturb the healing of the sword master deep in the hut, so the hut seemed so quiet at this time. The invisible water vapor in the air became colder with the sinking of the sun, sank to the ground, and slowly attached to the waste pieces of sword blade steel, forming some water droplets.
As the sun set, the red light reflected in the depths of the sword hut, reflected in the big pit, and clearly reflected the water droplets on the countless swords, seeping into the blood red color, like blood water.
A few birds and flies came from nowhere, flying around the sword pit curiously, making disgusting buzzing sounds. These creatures don't know what kind of status and reputation this pit and the sword in the pit represent in the world. They just instinctively stare at the red water droplets on the branches of those swords, wondering in their hearts why there is no trace of blood in this pit. Delightful fishy smell
The weather is very hot, so the natural icy aura in the Sword Tomb has also weakened a lot, so these birds and flies have enough courage to fly here. However, in the dark room next to the sword mound, there is a coldness that is very different from the outside environment. Maybe it is because the room has not seen light all year round, or maybe the body of the great master lying on the bed is gradually dying A palpitating chill came out.
There are no birds flies, no spiders, no webs in the house, and no mosquito dares to bite the person wrapped in a thick blanket, but in the corner of the white wall, there is a long-legged mosquito about the size of a small fingernail, staring at it stubbornly. The person who was hit.
The long-legged mosquitoes were trembling, and their transparent wings caressed their drier body from time to time, reminding themselves that they were still alive, and their two long legs seemed extremely weak, and their whole body had an unhealthy brown-yellow color. It looks like there is no juice, and it is about to form a shell.
It didn't fly away because it didn't find anything that could suck blood in this hut. The people in the hut seem to have strange magic powers. As long as they get close to their bodies, they will be blocked by an invisible barrier. , Shocked to death.
Only the dying person on the bed didn't have that ability, but the long-legged mosquito still didn't dare to fly down, because it felt a chill coming from the dying person, and in this hot day, it was so cold that it couldn't bear it any longer. .
But it is still boiling because it knows that person is going to die. No matter how powerful a person is, as long as they die, they will turn into blood, carrion, it needs blood, and those birds and flies outside need carrion.
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Under the thick quilt, Si Gu Jian's whole body was icy cold, trembling non-stop, every trembling brought pain like tearing from the wound on his chest and abdomen. Three years ago, he was punched by Emperor Qing Wang Dao, and one arm was torn off by Ye Liuyun. More than a month ago, he was stabbed twice in the chest by the shadow, even though the poison Fei Jie had planted had already stiffened all his wounds. , but life is gone.
Logically speaking, he should have died a long time ago, but he didn't die. He just opened his eyes, staring blankly at the white wall of the house, at the long-legged mosquito in the corner, watching the mosquito trembling, Suffering, waiting for the mosquito to be overwhelmed and fall off the wall.
The emotion in the eyes of the great master is very indifferent and calm, as if he has already seen through everything in the world, including the last stage of life, the great fear between life and death.
In these eyes, there is no trace of the violent killing intent of beating a hundred tiger guards with swords, there is no trace of bloody sword intent when slaughtering the mansion, and there is no trace of unyielding fighting intent that soars to the sky. There is no interest in watching the ants move, there is only peace, and the shadow of the shriveled yellow-brown mosquito with long legs.
The dying Si Gu Jian refused to die because he was waiting for someone.
The door was gently pushed open, and the slightly warm twilight outside came in, casting a long shadow of the young man on the ground.
Si Gu Jian didn't waste his last life to look at him, nor did he say anything, he knew that since the other party came back, he would naturally tell him what he wanted to hear.
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Fan Xian left from Kyoto, turned to Huazhou, and then sneaked to Shijia Village. After days of hard work, he finally joined the team of the Overwatch Council outside Dongyi City. He didn't delay for a moment, and rushed to Jianlu, pushed the door in under Yun Zhilan's indifferent eyes, pushed the door and entered, pushed the door and entered again, passed through the triple door, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, came He arrived at Si Gu Jian's side.
He looked at Sigu Jian's head exposed by the thick quilt, only to realize that the body of the Grand Master Sword Saint was indeed extremely thin. The head is extremely large.
In this field, Si Gu Jian was not dead yet, this fact made Fan Xian secretly startled. He looked at the old and indifferent face, and said: "If you don't wash the water, the shape of the pond will be destroyed, and you should use the heavenly spring to pour yourself..."
He didn't say anything about the will of His Majesty the Qing Emperor, didn't discuss the future of Dongyi City, didn't tell the secrets in his heart, Fan Xian immediately recounted the nameless kungfu that he had practiced since he was a child, just one sentence at a time, clearly, He recited it very generously.
The nameless exercises are divided into two volumes. Fan Xian has only studied the first volume in more than 20 years of his life. Although the second volume has been memorized by heart, it has not benefited at all. These words are engraved in his mind. , will not be forgotten at all, and it only took a few breaths to recite it in front of Si Gujian's bed at this time.
He didn't have to think about whether Si Gu Jian could understand or remember, because even if the other party was about to die, he was still a great master after all.
Following Fan Xian's words, Si Gu Jian's eyes gradually moved away from the mosquito in the corner, staring at some space in front of him, his indifferent eyes became sharper, condensed like a sword, and the blade gradually Shining, shining, blazing hot.
Fan Xian closed his lips, and then waited silently and quietly.
Without his opening his mouth to explain, Si Gu Jian can naturally hear from these exquisite sentences, unimaginable, and extremely rough methods of promoting qi and movement. The mental method he recited is exactly the domineering formula of Emperor Qing's lineage.
Si Gu Jian's eyes gradually brightened to the extreme as Fan Xian recited, and then faded as Fan Xian shut up.
"How to edit the second half of the scroll?" Fan Xian asked respectfully with his head bowed.
"I can't." Si Gu Jian's voice was extremely weak and hoarse, but his answer was extremely firm.
Fan Xian was not too disappointed, and continued to ask calmly: "But your Majesty, he has completed the second half of the volume, for the sake of kingship."
"The ultimate domineering is kingly way?" I don't know if he finally knew the secret of Emperor Qing's exercises before he died. Si Gu Jian's spirit was much better than before, and his voice gradually became smoother, he said with a slight mockery : "Hegemony is still domineering at the top. Could it be that your emperor really thinks that there will be any real changes?"
"But the facts have proven this." Fan Xian said with a bowed head, "Your Majesty revised the second volume. I want to know how he did it, and whether it will affect him in any way."
Si Gu Jian fell into silence, his faint eyes gradually showed slight doubts, and finally turned into a smile after understanding everything, and said softly: "The meridians of the physical body always have limits, even you, a little monster, There is always a limit."
"So under the big green tree, in the city lord's mansion, you taught me to put the mind first. The human body always has limits, but the mind and will have no limits." Fan Xian continued.
"Overbearing..." Si Gu Jian coughed twice, his cold body shivering under the quilt. No one knows better than this great master that no matter how extraordinary and holy a person is, once his vitality is destroyed and his body collapses, he is actually no different from an ordinary person.
"If it can really surpass the limit of the human body." Si Gu Jian slowly closed his eyes, and began to calculate the scenes on Dadong Mountain in his mind.
When the rain fell on the top of the mountain, the finger pierced the rainwater and touched the center of Ku He's eyebrows. In an instant, half of the lake's water went in, bursting the sea of qi and flesh of Ku He's national teacher.
It's that finger!
Si Gu Jian opened his eyes suddenly, the pupils of the eyes narrowed sharply, and finally shrunk into a small black spot like the tip of a sword, and said in an extremely slow speed: "One finger can measure half a lake, no one can measure it at such a fast speed." True Yuan. Because the meridians of the human body are cultivated to the end, no matter how rough and grand, there are still limitations."
Fan Xian wasn't on the mountain at the time, and he didn't know what Si Gu Jian was thinking. Some couldn't understand this sentence, and he thought that everyone who practiced martial arts and improved their realms would focus on the two words of reality and potential. The so-called skill now has to add the word "mind" taught by Si Gu Jian, but the word "truth" is a real personal cultivation, whether it is the qi sea dantian of ordinary practitioners, or my own two Zhou tian , the snow-capped mountains behind the waist, there must always be a foundation, and then follow the meridians.
The human body has meridians, so it is naturally restricted by meridians. He felt that Si Gu Jian's words seemed nonsense... However, Fan Xian gradually realized what Si Gu Jian was talking about, and his face changed slightly.
Si Gu Jian's pair of deep eyes that were as cold as a glimmer of light leaked extremely complex emotions, and these emotions turned into an extremely strong sense of ridicule in the end, coupled with the warped lines that he struggled to squeeze out from the corners of his lips , seemed very mean and contemptuous.
A deep and weird laugh sounded from Si Gu Jian's withered lips, it was extremely piercing. I don't know if he was laughing at Emperor Qing, himself, or Fan Xian's overthinking himself and wanting to learn The second half of the Unnamed Kung Fu Jue.
He looked at Fan Xian calmly, and said word by word, "There are no meridians in Emperor Qing's body."
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Although he had guessed a little from Si Gu Jian's words earlier, Fan Xian's mind was still struck by lightning when he heard these words, and there was a buzzing sound. Apart from being shocked, he was completely puzzled. Emperor Lao Tzu has no meridians in his body? But how can people survive without meridians!
"The second half of the volume is still in a domineering manner. If you continue to practice, your meridians will burst and you will end up dead. Even if you are lucky, you will only become a lifelong cripple." Si Gujian looked at Fan Xian said indifferently: "But if you don't break through your meridians, you will never be able to do those luck methods in the second half of the book. Those tendencies are not normal ways at all. If you practice for another fifty years, you will not be able to do it." useless."
Fan Xian took several deep breaths and suppressed the shock in his heart. Of course he knew that Si Gu Jian's analysis was correct.
As early as a few years ago, he had already cultivated his domineering zhenqi to the peak. At that time, he had already stepped into the threshold of the ninth rank. It was the time when he was in high spirits. Outside the government office in Kyoto, he punched Xie Bi'an with a sword. Who knew It actually caused the zhenqi in the body to surge and burst, causing seven damages and eight injuries to his meridians.
He worked extremely hard to heal his injuries, but after a chase behind the Hanging Temple, when he was able to fight with the shadow, the hidden dangers in his body became more violent, and he was finally stabbed seriously by the shadow.
Fan Xian has encountered the big hidden danger at the end of the Domineering Kung Fu practice twice. To be more precise, when he was still a child, Teacher Fei Jie had already sensed the big danger he would inevitably encounter in the future, so he came up against it. Leave him the big red pill.
The bright red pill was finally delivered to the Queen Mother's lips, but Fan Xian knew it was just his luck, so he survived after two times when his true qi broke the limit and his meridians were severely damaged.
What he relied on was Haitang Duoduo's life-saving grace, and what he relied on was Bei Qitian's secret natural skill. In the south of the Yangtze River, he used Tianyi's natural zhenqi to mend for a long time before healed the damage on his meridians, until the last two zhenqi with completely different natures were cultivated to great success at the same time. By relying on each other, he really stayed away from the great danger of the violent body of true energy, and left the shadow that had been with him since childhood.
However, I got confirmation from Si Gu Jian today that if you want to repair the second half of the volume, you must let your true energy explode, shaking all the meridians in your body to pieces. Fan Xian's face turned pale when he thought about it. . Lying stiff in bed, unable to eat or speak, this kind of life is not human at all, and the meridians in the body are all broken, how can a person survive
"If you can survive after the meridian is completely broken, it depends on the fate." Si Gu Jian said indifferently: "Emperor Qing is undoubtedly a very lucky person."
Even if he was about to die, Si Gu Jian refused to admit that Emperor Qing was the man whom the destiny belonged to.
Fan Xian was silent for a long time, then shook his head: "Luck can't solve the problem, and my luck is not bad. When the meridian was damaged for the first time, I didn't die, but I know that if the meridian is completely broken, it may only become A crippled person, and the ubiquitous pain in his body is simply not something a person can bear."
"But Emperor Qing endured it and survived." Si Gu Jian lowered his eyes slightly, and sighed imperceptibly.
Fan Xian fell into a state of dementia. He had many dreams or ideals in his life. He didn't mention the mundane issues of his wife and children and money, but only said that this unknown skill that accompanied him throughout his second life had faintly become his dream. A part of his life, although he has never said it explicitly, but he is very eager to practice this formula to the second volume.
It has nothing to do with breaking through the realm to become a great master, it is purely a desire, but this desire has become an unattainable luxury at this time. I can still survive with all the broken meridians, and I have to endure that kind of non-human pain, forcibly gather a little bit of true energy scattered in the body like starlight fragments, survive the dull boredom in the whole body, hold on to my will, and rebuild...
Fan Xian suddenly remembered that both Chen Pingping and his father had mentioned to him that during Nanqing's first Northern Expedition against Wei, Emperor Lao Tzu was defeated by Commander Zhan Qingfeng, and he was also seriously injured. .
It seems that His Majesty's breakthrough in the cultivation technique is precisely on the ever-changing and extremely dangerous battlefield!
Fan Xian couldn't help sighing, no matter what his feelings towards the emperor Lao Tzu were, but thinking about the scenes on the battlefield back then, the torture that the middle-aged man had experienced in his body, and those wonderful changes, he still had a feeling. share admiration.
"Apart from destiny, what else do we need?" Fan Xian asked to himself.
"Perseverance, extraordinary perseverance. Otherwise, it would be impossible to survive that kind of pain, that kind of torment between life and death, that kind of fear of being enclosed in darkness and struggling with the unknown."
Si Gu Jian said indifferently. Although he has never practiced the Unnamed Kung Fu Jue, he only needs one thought, and he knows what kind of training the Emperor of Qing Kingdom has undergone if he wants to practice the second half of the volume.
"Emperor Qing must have been in great pain back then, very painful... that's why I was so happy just now." Before Fan Xian could answer, Si Gu Jian continued with a rustling laugh, "However, those who can overcome this test, what they have I admire the will and perseverance."
"I can't do it, and you can't do it either." Si Gu Jian said: "There is probably only one person in the world who can have such will and can be so cruel to himself, so you should stop thinking about it."
Fan Xian lowered his head and didn't know how to speak. He only heard Si Gu Jian's furious voice ringing in his ears: "This damn... is not something that humans can practice at all!"