"Jian Zexian said before that after entering the second stage of soul refining, the powerful mind can not only perceive one's own body, but also further radiate the surroundings."
Just like ordinary people don’t have eyes on their backs, they can sometimes intuitively sense that someone is staring at them from behind.
The power of spiritual intuition breaks away from the limitations of the five senses of the human body and further explores the surroundings, which is similar to the so-called spiritual consciousness of the immortals.
"And according to what Jian Zexian said before, even if he doesn't leave this Taoist temple, it will be difficult to hide anything in this city from him..."
So here comes the question.
As the exiled swordsman who was the leader of martial arts in the previous generation, would he not notice that Qiao Mu was approaching this Taoist temple
He suddenly confided his true feelings to his brother Lu Yanbei at this moment, perhaps it was intentional.
I’m afraid that what he said was not only meant for Lu Yanbei, but also for “Qiao Ruisen”.
I think the same thing is said at this time.
As for what Jian Zexian's plan is and what purpose he has in mind, it is still unknown.
Qiao Mu coughed lightly and said, "My son Qiao Shuangsen should have said that this Iron Crotch Kung Fu is actually a martial art passed down from our Qiao family's ancestors."
Jian Zexian suddenly turned around and looked at Qiao Mu with eyes full of emotion:
"Brother Qiao Shuangsen and I had made a promise that I would teach him the martial arts of the soul and he would teach me the iron crotch kung fu. I thought that after my brother's death, the way of the iron crotch would no longer exist in the world, but I was too narrow-minded..."
"From now on, you are my second brother."
"Please teach me, second brother."
"... You mean, my son Qiao Shuangsen is your eldest brother, I Qiao Ruisen is your second brother, then what about Lu Yanbei?"
"Isn't this very simple to calculate? He is my third brother now." Jian Zexian said directly.
"..Is this a math problem?"
Jian Zexian said sternly, "Second brother, you are wrong."
"As the saying goes, people learn things at different times and specialize in different fields. That's all. I admire the great talents of my elder and second brothers, so I am willing to be inferior to them."
"So this is not a question of seniority. In the way of the iron crotch, there is no noble or humble, no old or young. Where the way exists, there is the master."
Qiao Mu fell into deep thought.
If the Sword Exiled Immortal was not talking about the Iron Crotch Kung Fu, then there would be nothing wrong with this statement...
"Iron Crotch Kung Fu is one of the martial arts inherited from my Qiao family..." Qiao Mu said:
"Actually, I have something else..."
As he spoke, Qiao Mu took out a copy of the "Chrysanthemum Acupoint Pressing Technique" that he had memorized from his bosom.
"Hiss" the Sword Exiled Immortal took a breath of cold air:
"Is this sex technique also passed down from your Qiao family's ancestors?"
"... Actually, I got it from the Martial Saint." Qiao Mu said frankly.
The martial arts of the Qiao family are presentable, and the martial arts that are not presentable are those of the Martial Saint.
Having said that, he was actually preparing to give a preventive shot.
After all, Qiao Shuangsen didn't know the soul-refining part of the Pure Yang Wuji Gong, but Qiao Ruisen had already embarked on the path of soul-refining through the Pure Yang Wuji Gong.
In fact, it is not difficult to explain. After all, after the fall of Wudang, the entire Pure Yang Wuji Gong has fallen into the hands of the Wu Ji Society.
Although the Wu Ji Hui had the Soul Refining Kung Fu stuck in their hands, it was normal for Qiao Ruisen to obtain the Soul Refining Chapter of the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu from the Wu Ji Hui given his powerful strength.
However, Jian Zexian didn't even ask. He didn't seem to care whether Qiao Mu knew the Pure Yang Wuji Gong. He just said impatiently:
"I understand. You mean, I have to pay more."
"It turns out that the bargaining skills of the eldest brother were learned from the second brother. They are exactly the same... But I don't know what the second brother wants to exchange for this iron crotch skill and chrysanthemum acupoint pressing hand?"
Chapter 203: Heaven-Slaying Sword
"What do you have?" Qiao Mu asked directly:
"Why not trade your sword skills for it?"
Jian Zexian became famous many years ago, but his legend had long disappeared with the abandonment of the Hero List of Tingchao Tower. Forty years after the Alien War, there was only the Martial Saint but no Jian Zexian in the martial arts world.
Therefore, Qiao Mu also lacked understanding of Jian Zexian and did not know what he could do, so he just mentioned this casually.
Jian Zexian pondered for a long time, his eyes flashed over the "Chrysanthemum Acupuncture Point Hand" in Qiao Mu's hand, and then said seriously:
"The Tao cannot be spread lightly."
"Since Second Brother is willing to inherit the promise of Big Brother Qiao Shuangsen, I will not fool Second Brother with any junk."
"In that case, I will give you my self-created sword technique, the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, which I used to dominate the world in the past, in exchange."
Jian Zexian spoke lightly and casually.
However, this "Heaven-Cutting Sword Technique" sounded extraordinary to Qiao Mu.
"Heaven-cutting Sword Art? This name sounds unusual. This Sword Exiled Immortal is indeed extraordinary and not as simple as it seems..." This thought flashed through his mind.
Jian Zexian has a very casual personality. He doesn't care about the "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" that others treasure, and he can also use his self-created sword technique "Heaven-cutting Sword Technique" for exchange at will. In a sense, he is quite open-minded.
"This Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique is a sword technique that I learned by myself. It only has one move, but it is the most lethal of all lethal moves." The Sword Exiled Immortal began to explain:
"Once a sword is out, there is no return. I am invincible. Concentrating the warrior's energy and spirit into a sword that is accumulated to the extreme is the so-called Heaven-Slashing Sword Technique..."
"Physical strength, Dantian internal energy, and mind. When this sword can concentrate all your strength, then the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique will be mastered."
When Jian Zexian gets serious, one can still get a glimpse of the demeanor of the former martial arts masters.
However, this gave Qiao Mu more thoughts, and he tried to probe:
"This is a sword technique. It's hard to explain it with words alone. Why don't you demonstrate it to me, Sword Exiled Immortal?"
Qiao Mu wanted to see how skilled Jian Zexian was, but faced with this obvious temptation, Jian Zexian readily agreed.
"Demonstrate? How difficult is that?"
Jian Zexian suddenly became interested. He picked up a dead branch from the courtyard at random, closed his eyes and concentrated, as if he was regulating his breathing and preparing.
"Heaven-cutting sword technique, cut!"
He opened his eyes, held the dead branch with both hands, and chopped it forward diagonally.
The dead branch cut through the air, making a slight sound, and then disappeared.
There was no other movement.
There was no sharp sword light that could pierce the sky, nor was there any burst of internal energy. It was like a child holding a dead branch and pretending to shout a name. There was no momentum at all, and there was even a hint of embarrassment.
"No, are you kidding?" Qiao Mu was puzzled.
Are you trying to be awkward here
"I never joke." Jian Zexian said seriously:
"I have long since reached the state where there is no sword in my hand, and no sword in my heart."
"Then the 'Heaven-Slashing Sword Technique' that has the invincibility will naturally not be able to be performed. Even if it is performed by force, it will only be in form without spirit."
Qiao Mu was speechless.
"So you have really been abandoning yourself for the past thirty years, and there is no hidden agenda?"
He asked this question directly.
"Who do you think I am?" Jian Zexian smiled slightly:
"I, Jian Zexian, always keep my word. If I say I will give up, I will give up. I am definitely not a hypocritical person who would do things secretly."
These words "fuck off" were learned by Jian Zexian and "Qiao Shuangsen" when they were teaching each other martial arts. He learned them and put them into practice.
After thirty years of playing badly, he no longer has the same enthusiasm as before.
Lu Yanbei said that he was once the sharpest sword in the world, but that is now a thing of the past.
Qiao Mu was speechless for a moment.
Although he was speechless, he continued to study sword seriously here with Jian Zexian and did not leave until the sun set.
But after he left, the casual and faint smile on Jian Zexian's face disappeared.
He looked down at the thread-bound book in his hand and burst out laughing.
"Chrysanthemum acupuncture? Just a mere sex technique. Do you really think that I, the Exiled Sword Immortal, have never dabbled in this?"
"The Chrysanthemum Point Pressing Hand is just a minor skill. The best sex skills are the Dragon Claw Hand, followed by the Thirty-Six Moves Eagle Claw Skill."
"This chrysanthemum acupoint pressing technique is nothing new."
Do you really think that Jian Zexian is a fool, and that any random book on sex techniques is worth exchanging for his famous "Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique"
The Tao cannot be passed on lightly.
Jian Zexian didn't care much for Wudang Sect's "Pure Yang Wuji Gong", but his self-created "Heaven-cutting Sword Art" was another matter.
Of course, the Iron Crotch Kung Fu is different.
Qiao Shuangsen's superb iron crotch skills really made Jian Zexian dazzled and yearning for it.
The Iron Crotch Kung Fu is really awesome, who wouldn’t want to practice it
The reason that made him determined to teach the "Heaven-Cutting Sword Art" was naturally not some secret book on sexual techniques.
"Jorissen killed the alien. This kind of thing can only happen once and never again. This city is not far from being destroyed."
"It's just that I don't understand. I really don't understand." Jian Zexian took a sip of wine and frowned.
From Li Changge in the past to Qiao Shuangsen today, from the one hundred thousand soldiers in the past to the three hundred old soldiers today, there are many people in this city who are willing to die and sacrifice themselves.
Instead, it made him seem a bit out of place as a banished swordsman.
..
The Da Dao Sect.
After leaving the Xianmen Market, Dao Ni was finally satisfied. He turned into a ray of rainbow light and flew up, ready to head for the Hundred Miles Desert.
At the beginning, Daoshun summoned fifty bean soldiers and two or three bean generals, but they died at the hands of mortals.
He had a full two thousand spirit stones, and he was a cautious person, so naturally he spent a lot of spirit stones and made several backup plans.
"I bought 300 Bean General-level Heavenly Broad Beans this time, and also a large amount of mana-replenishing pills to support the mana consumption of 300 Bean Generals. How can I lose?"
"I heard that there is a top-notch bean soldier refining method in the sect, called "Bean Breaking the Sky", which is said to be able to refine bean soldiers of the Bean Emperor level. After this trip to flatten the hundred miles of desert, perhaps we can really climb up to that virtual high branch."
Dao Ni was also an ambitious man. He was born a mortal warrior and always cherished his life. So after he entered the mountain sect, he practiced Taoist techniques such as refining Taoist soldiers and formations. He never fought head-on with other cultivators, and only sought stability.
His ultimate goal, of course, is to earn spirit stones so that he can exchange them for Da Dao Sect's "Dou Po Cang Qiong" one day.
With Daoshun's previous experience as a lesson, he was naturally cautious even when facing mortals. Relying on the strong financial support of his elder disciple Daoxu, he was able to attack three hundred bean generals at once.
Chapter 204: Yugong Moves the Mountain (3k
A small building outside the military camp's armory.
The storyteller Qianliyan stood on the stage, facing the many young children and the disabled old people who were looking at him eagerly, and slammed the gavel:
"Today, we tell the story of 'Foolish Old Man Moves the Mountains'..."
"Another story..."
The children cheered and were obviously looking forward to the stories told by the storyteller from Kyushu.
In the corner beside him, an old man named Li from the armory, with only half of his face left, watched the scene quietly, feeling a little relieved.
The library in the military camp is not only an arsenal of weapons, but also a library of documents.
The books in the library are mainly literary and historical books of Dayan forty years ago, as well as the history of the isolated city compiled by the former minor officials in the city and the disabled old people who could not go to the battlefield.
But these books have been ignored for forty years.
After all, this city is in danger, and the young people only have time to practice martial arts, and do not have the leisure to sit down and read literature and history. The books of sages cannot save the people of this isolated city.
Especially the history books of the lonely city, which are so heavy, and every page is soaked in blood and tears.
But the storyteller’s clairvoyance is different.