Starting in the Primordial World: I Can Traverse All Heavens

Chapter 238 The Genius Comes, The Curtain Unveils
238 chapter

Bathing in the morning light, Xu Ning felt warm all over his body. He closed his eyes and took a breath while starting his exercises.

Xu Ning was calm and calm, not impatient or worried, and gradually felt that the true energy was metabolizing, flowing through the two meridians of Ren and Du respectively, and condensed into gold and jade liquid on the upper and lower jaws respectively, and a mouthful of clear and sweet "nectar" came out.

The "nectar" slowly soaks into the Ren channel and fills the orifice points according to Xu Ning Cunsi.

If the body is deficient and the "nectar" is not sweet, it must be replenished through the transformation of true energy to strengthen the mind and body. Xu Ning's current condition shows that his body is in the best condition currently.

This was something he only achieved after recuperating for half a year.

The gap between the two realms of building a foundation in a hundred days and accumulating energy and forging the body is not that big. At this stage, martial arts practice still lays the foundation.

One is to store the true energy in the Dantian, and continuously accumulate the true energy, so that the true energy in the Dantian becomes full from a deficit, and then overflows out and flows throughout the body. This means that the true energy is completely After the accumulation is completed, the great state of accumulating energy and forging the body will be achieved.

Once you reach that state, you can think about how to crack the Nine Innate Apertures and enter the next state.

Today, Xu Ning senses that the purity of the true energy in his dantian is extremely high, but the amount is only one-third, and he has just crossed the small stage of accumulating energy to forge the body.

"breathe"

"breathe"

The morning sun rises high, and the sunlight slowly rises from east to west, illuminating Xu Ning's shadow constantly shifting.

In this way, around o'clock to o'clock, Xu Ning stopped meditating, suppressed his true energy, and slowly opened his eyes.

A meditation practice lasts a whole morning. This is also because he is an old disciple and has been carrying water and cutting firewood for several years, so he can meditate and practice Qi so leisurely.

"Iron cloth shirt and golden bell cover are hard skills. The practice is too difficult and requires a special environment. Let's improve the Luohan fist first." Xu Ning looked at the sky and saw that there was still an hour before lunch, so he simply started to practice it. Got Arhat Boxing.

Luohan Quan, the "Arhat" in the name represents the martial arts that comes from Buddhism.

But this is not unique to Shaolin. Apart from Shaolin Temple, Shuiyue Temple, King Kong Temple and Lanke Temple all have Arhat Boxing, and even all kinds of chaotic forces in the world may have this set of martial arts. .

Arhat Boxing is not, as its name suggests, a high-end and precious martial arts book, like the arrival of the Buddhist Arhat. In fact, it is just a popular book that is widely circulated and has nothing special about it.

Xu Ning recalled the boxing manual of Luohan Quan. On the first page, it was written in gilded characters: "The head is like a wave, the hands are like shooting stars, the body is like a willow, and the feet are like a drunkard. It comes from the soul, from the nature, like a strong man." It is not rigid, it seems real but imaginary, it will transform itself after long-term practice, and it will become spiritually powerful after being mastered.”

"Luohan Quan mainly focuses on martial arts, with rigorous structure, regular martial arts frame, and coherent movement routines; the overall routine emphasizes breaking up from the bottom, breaking up from the bottom, pointing to the right to hit the left, sounding east to hit the west, highlighting the uncertainty of reality and reality, and being fast and changeable; at the same time, blowing with Qi Teeth, sound like thunder, use the sound to boost strength, and use the breath to boost strength.”

Xu Ning's rich experience allowed him to quickly pick up this basic martial arts, and even "reviewed the past and learned the new", and gained a lot of knowledge from it.

"However, although Luohan Quan has a variety of moves, to sum it up, it is one word, one horse, one body."

Xu Ning started practicing this set of basic martial arts. On top of the techniques, there are separation, forcing, rushing, and dodging; on the boxing techniques, there are palm crosses, smashing fists, forward punches, split palms, and boxing; the footwork includes up step, down step, progress, and Step back and step forward; footwork includes kicking, kicking, blocking, front kicking, and back kicking.

And in the process of practicing Arhat boxing, whether he is attacking or defending, he always points his sideways at the center of the imaginary opponent. Down, guard the middle and protect the ribs.

This boxing technique is not about broad openings and closings, but sharp, accurate and quick, and the punches follow closely at the right moment. The iron fist penetrates into the enemy's weak points like a scalpel.

The real kung fu between fists and kicks can determine life and death within an inch.

This is Xu Ning's understanding of Arhat boxing based on his own experience, which is different from most monks in the temple. After all, it is not something ordinary people can do. Even a great master can do it.

"My boxing skills are poured into my heart. Although the moves are the same as Arhat Boxing, they are similar in form but not in spirit. This is no longer Arhat Boxing. It is better to call it boxing directly. In the future, I can learn from other boxing techniques, learn from each other's strengths, and create a unique style. My supreme boxing skills.”

Xu Ning thought like this and felt that above the system, the original three characters of Luohan Fist turned into boxing skills, and the subsequent layers also turned into levels (Kung Fu stage martial arts).

"Not bad." Xu Ning was naturally very happy to see that his boxing skills had successfully entered the next stage of "enlightenment".

"The Golden Bell Cover and the Iron Cloth Shirt are both hard skills and should be integrated into one, but don't rush for a while, fill your stomach first, and then continue practicing."

After saying that, Xu Ning glanced at the yard in the distance, where Meng Qi and Zhenhui had finished their water-carrying work for the day and were being lectured by the head of the yard.

Thinking that he had already been in the limelight today, Xu Ning was not in a hurry to stroll in front of the person on the other side whose future and past had merged into one. He practiced step by step and slowly contacted him.

In this way, it is half a month again.

There is no rush in martial arts training. Xu Ning practiced indifferently and walked around the martial monks' and servants' courtyards on a daily basis. Over time, he became familiar with Zhenhui and Meng Qi. When he saw each other, he would stop. Step down and call yourself senior brother.

While Xu Ning was carrying out his plan in an orderly manner, on this day, Uncle Xuanxin told many disciples from the Miscellaneous House and old disciples like him to be careful.

In the side hall, many people were waiting for Master Xuanxin to speak.

The latter coughed slightly and specifically told Meng Qi: "Zhending, the lecture hall will be closed for the past two days. You are responsible for cleaning the Zen Heart Courtyard and you must not provoke distinguished guests."

Then, Xuan Xin looked at Xu Ning and other old disciples: "They are all new disciples and they are very careless. Please help them during this period."

"Honorable guest? Uncle Xuanxin, who is he?" Meng Qi wanted to find out clearly, so as not to offend guests.

Xuanxin smiled: "Zhenwu Sect, Xuantian Sect, Xijiange, Huanhua Sword Sect, Qingchen Sect, Dajiang Gang and other great Jin sects were invited by Shaolin to send their masters and young disciples to discuss together. Martial arts is actually an opportunity for talented young disciples from different factions to compete in martial arts and broaden their knowledge."

Meng Qi took a deep breath, these are all great martial arts masters in the world!For example, Zhenwu Sect and Xuantian Sect are two of the three Taoist sects, Xijiange and Huanhua Sword Sect are among the six sword-holding sects, and Qingchen Sect and Dajiang Clan are among the six major sects in the world.

"Young disciple with outstanding talent?" Meng Qi asked subconsciously. After all, he was also a young disciple of the true generation of Shaolin, so he always had a sense of comparison.

Xuanxin touched her bulging belly and laughed loudly: "What are you asking for? Can't you compete with them? You are a handyman monk who has just completed a hundred days of foundation building. Compared with them, one is in the mud. There are two toads, one is a phoenix in the sky, not to mention competing, they are not even qualified to stand together!"

"I heard that among the young disciples from various sects who came this time, several are under the age of twenty and have already entered the realm of enlightenment. There is no saying that they are expected to enter the list of people in the future. What about you, what martial arts do you know? What special skills do you know? However, we in Shaolin also have a large number of talented people, and this generation’s true nature, true nature, and true beauty are no less than theirs.”

"Go, go, sweep your floor." After Xuan Xin said that, she immediately drove away Zhending and the disciples from the Servant Academy, and looked at Xu Ning and other old disciples from the Martial Monk Academy.

"Zhenyuan, please take care of them. The young disciples of all sects have eyes on the top of their heads. They rely on their own talents and are extremely arrogant. It's not as good as our Shaolin who don't focus on polishing their temperament. …”

Xuan Xin talked a lot eloquently, and in summary, Xu Ning was asked to be responsible for welcoming the guests this time.

Xu Ning had no problem with this. After he recovered his health, he had been looking forward to the arrival of those people, and now the curtain is finally about to open!
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Chanxinyuan is the place where Shaolin receives guests. It is composed of multiple courtyards. At this time, a large bare forest stands and a thin layer of snow covers it.

Meng Qi waved his broom to clean up the remaining snow in the courtyard. Suddenly, the door of a side room opened, and a little Taoist priest with a bun on his head stood by the door and shouted, "Little monk Wuna, the room is a bit dirty, come and clean it."

"Okay, benefactor." Meng Qi saluted with one hand, carried the broom and walked towards the wing room, and the little Taoist priest who still had a little childishness had already returned to the room.

Meng Qi went to the door, looked inside, and saw seven or eight people in the room, all of them were dressed in different colors, which were much more eye-catching than the monotonous Shaolin costumes.

Suddenly, a foot stretched out from nowhere, just in front of Meng Qi's.

Meng Qi had no time to retract his legs and tripped onto it. He felt that his body had lost its center of gravity and stumbled forward.In surprise, Meng Qi vaguely saw that the person who tried to trip him was the little Taoist priest with a double bun just now. His facial features were profound, and the most eye-catching thing was his pair of thick black eyebrows that looked like two flying knives. , at this time, he did not even look at Meng Qi, but stared in front of Meng Qi with his bright eyes.

Meng Qi waved his arms, trying to keep his balance and avoid falling, but the little Taoist grasped the timing of stretching his feet so well that he couldn't regain his center of gravity. He could only sadly see the ground getting closer, and imagined He fell into a pitiful appearance like a dog eating shit.

At this time, a light yellow color came into Meng Qi's eyes, and then, a long sword wrapped in a heavy copper-green scabbard appeared inexplicably like a flying bird, and gently touched Meng Qi's chest.

The long sword was so lightly used that Meng Qi could hardly feel any pain, but the angle and strength of it were just right, and Meng Qi stopped the falling trend and regained his balance in one fell swoop.

Meng Qi raised his head in a daze, and happened to see a bright and unconventional face. She had black eyebrows and big eyes, her black hair was simply rolled up and draped down smoothly, and she was wearing a light yellow dress. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old. Years old, but can't see any immature color.

Her pink lips parted slightly, and her voice was as clear as an oriole: "Xuantianzong calls himself the Taoist Emperor of Heaven, is this the Taoist who bullies children?"

Hmph, the little Taoist priest from Xuantianzong didn't answer, but just hummed softly.

The girl turned her head to look at Meng Qi, and suddenly laughed, with two dimples looming around her mouth, making her look very sweet: "Little monk, don't worry about that bad guy, he just wants to use you to test my sword skills."

Having said that, she pursed her lips lightly, and raised her head slightly: "But even if he sees my sword skills, so what?"

She didn't say it directly, but Meng Qi felt a kind of pride and confidence in his own strength.

"Thank you for saving me, miss." Meng Qi subconsciously thanked him as he stood still.

The girl withdrew her long sword, and laughed loudly: "You are more like a son of a family, not a young monk, you should be called a benefactor."

Then she turned her long sword upside down and saluted: "Well, my name is Jiang Zhiwei, a disciple of Xijiange, I am really sorry to have you involved in our fight."

At this time, the little Taoist priest of Xuantianzong snorted again: "I just didn't expect Shaolin disciples to be so weak that they would stumble and fall casually."

His eyebrows were raised, matching the childishness on his face, showing a bit of bravado.

"He's just a handyman monk, why don't you let me measure your handyman's martial arts to see if he's as strong as you?" Jiang Zhiwei sarcastically said with a smile on his lips.

"You!" The little Taoist stood up at once.

"As the saying goes, a reasonable guest from afar is a bit too unreasonable for people from the Xuantian Sect to insult my disciples in my Shaolin Temple."

A rather sarcastic voice sounded, which made the young Taoist priest's face turn red instantly, and made Jiang Zhiwei and the others stunned. They didn't expect that the people in Shaolin Temple would still be eccentric, and it made Meng Qi even more happy. This voice It is Senior Brother Zhenyuan.

"What did you say!" the little Taoist shouted angrily.

"There are no rules without rules. In my Shaolin Temple, I hope you all abide by the rules of my Shaolin Temple."

The sarcastic voice continued, and the footsteps approached. Xu Ning walked towards here with a few disciples from the Wu Monk Academy with a calm expression.

According to Xuan Xin's instructions, the disciples they sent here should appease the disciples of each sect, even if they are a little angry, that's it, and never provoke disputes.

The ancient well of Shaolin Temple deep in the mountains is quiet and does not like fighting.

But it is a pity that if it were the kind-hearted Zhenyuan from before, it would be absolutely fine for him to do this task, but now Xu Ning cannot fulfill Xuan Xin's wish.

The first meeting with a group of disciples from the major martial arts sects was full of quarrels and strange auras, without any of the spirit of the host of the Shaolin Temple who was open to all rivers.

"You insult my sect and are seeking death!" After the young monk of Xuantian Sect saw Xu Ning's true face, his face turned red, there was a fierceness in his eyes, and he was about to rush forward as soon as his footsteps moved.

The disciples of the martial arts academy behind Xu Ning stepped forward at the same time, their auras flowing and connecting with each other, and there was a faint aura that cut across mountains and rivers.

"Shaolin formation..." Jiang Zhiwei stood out among the crowd like a rose in the ice and snow. She stood aside and looked at the monks behind Xu Ning, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Shaolin Temple emphasizes the foundation, and unlike other martial arts sects that have a pyramid-shaped distribution of disciples in each generation, the distribution of Shaolin Temple's many disciples is like an upside-down thumbtack, with only a few top-notch disciples, while the rest of the disciples are at the same level.

In this way, although there are no other martial arts sects where talented disciples come out from time to time and become famous in the martial arts world, every disciple of Shaolin Temple cannot be underestimated.

Now, the disciples behind Xu Ning are moving through the formation to form a formation. Even the warriors like Jiang Zhiwei, who have broken through the orifice, feel a bit of pressure, not to mention the little Taoist priest of Xuantian Sect.

And just when the young monk of Xuantian Sect was about to start a conflict with Xu Ning and others, the sound of heavy footsteps came, accompanied by a deep voice.

"Qingjing, stop!" A young man wearing a Bagua robe walked in with his hands behind his back. He had long eyebrows, a straight nose, and electric eyes.

After he came in, he first calmed down Qing Jing and stopped her from being arrogant. Then he bowed his hands to everyone, looked at Xu Ning and asked, "I don't know what happened, why do we need to fight with swords?"

"Senior brother Zhang, Qingjing tripped this little monk up to test my sword skills." Seeing that the situation was going to be wrong, Jiang Zhiwei stood up and stated the matter simply, without embellishing it.

Brother Zhang looked at Qingjing, and said in a dignified manner without anger: "Since you have left the mountain gate, your every move represents Xuantianzong, don't lose face."

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang." The little Taoist replied with some grievances, but it seemed that Senior Brother Zhang had a high prestige among the young disciples of various factions, and the others in the room were silent, and no one spoke for Qingjing.

"I was too reckless." The little Taoist priest turned to Meng Qi, Xu Ning and the others, and then quickly turned his head away.

"If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good. I hope you all have a pleasant time in the Shaolin Temple." Xu Ning smiled and said meaningfully.

"I am Zhang Yuanshan of the Zhenwu sect. I am respected by friends from all sects. Please call me senior brother. Please forgive me for what happened today." Zhang Yuanshan also knew that Xu Ning was the person in charge and said directly to him.

"Shaolin Zhenyuan, I have met Senior Brother Zhang." Xu Ning smiled and cupped his hands to Zhang Yuanshan. This matter was over.

"Let's go, Junior Brother Zhending." Xu Ning waited until Meng Qi cleaned the floor and then took him out.

Before leaving, he glanced at Qing Jing intentionally or unintentionally, but the other person turned his head away at the moment and did not see his prying eyes.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhenyuan." Meng Qi said directly to Xu Ning after following Xu Ning and others out.

In the past, the Shaolin Temple would inevitably reduce major issues to trivial matters. Now, Xu Ning's actions can be said to have gone against all the traditions of the Shaolin Temple. However, Meng Qi and the junior disciples who came with him had no intention of complaining. Instead, their faces were glowing red. It has the meaning of sweeping away the shame.

When Xu Ning saw this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he probably understood that these disciples had suffered a lot of similar anger.

………………

It was night, the moon and stars were sparse, and Xu Ning had already replaced sleep with meditation. As he was practicing, suddenly the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, and a piece of information flowed through the system, which made him feel certain, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, you are finally here."

With the arrival of Zhang Yuanshan, Jiang Zhiwei and others, the drama is finally about to begin.

(End of this chapter)