Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 9: Training to Have a Crane-like Body Shape (Thanks to the Great Alliance of White 1!)
The evening wind is cold, the frozen clouds are hanging low, and a green robe cannot withstand the rain at midnight.

In the side room, Xia Shu and Yan Qiu were adding charcoal to the stove.

The two men were not concentrating very much. They each held a small fan in their hands, but they fanned it without paying attention to the weight. The charcoal basin burned with a roar, and sparks flew like falling stars.

Two pairs of dark eyes were all focused on the senior brother.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged in the middle of the cattails, meditating and gathering his energy.

His face turned red and white, hot and cold, and no wonder the two little Taoist boys couldn't take their eyes off him.

They thought that the senior brother was practicing some magical skills again.

During the day, he fought with the short and fat Taoist priest and suffered a great loss.

In addition to the pain of the true qi tearing the tendons and veins, it also left a cold force. At first, I didn't pay attention to it, and when I was approaching the dojo, my teeth were chattering and my whole body was cold.

Only then did I realize how powerful it was.

I think it was because the other party possessed a strange kind of true energy, but I was too ignorant to realize it until I suffered a loss.

So they lit a fire, which was hot outside and cold inside.

He found this method from the classics collected by Jiao Wuzi. It came from Guo Xiang in the Western Jin Dynasty, who was also known as the person who was "eloquent".

This person was fond of Laozi and Zhuangzi, and wrote "Commentary on Zhuangzi", in which he believed that "nothing is nothing, so nothing can be born."

The Taiping Dan recipe extends its pharmacology, transforming it into "changing something into nothing" and is used to eliminate symptoms.

Therefore, the theory of "each thing has its own nature" in Guo Xiang's "On Individual Change" was used to reconcile them.

It was originally irrelevant, but in the hands of a person who practiced special skills, it produced miraculous effects.

Zhou Yi practiced the Xuanzhen Heart Method, which enabled him to circulate the Qi in the "Yongquan" and "Rangu" acupoints. These two acupoints, one a spring and one fire, had opposite physical properties, thus forming the true fire in water.

Integrate the remaining Yin and cold energy in the body into it, and burn the charcoal outside, and harmonize the two, then the condition of "changing something into nothing" can be achieved.

"The Daoist mindset is truly profound, but fortunately, I have a quick mind, which allows me to apply it flexibly."

After completely dissolving the cold energy in his body, Zhou Yi relaxed his mind.

If Jiao Wuzi knew that he was walking on the edge of a knife and was even a little proud of it after he had done it, his beard would probably be so angry that it would be crooked.

"Eh~!"

Just as I was thinking about the short and fat Taoist's kung fu, I was suddenly surprised.

I simply felt a warm current like a thawing spring stream, winding up from the Yongquan acupoint, turning into true energy, and drilling into the meridians.

The tongue naturally presses against the upper palate and the teeth are clenched quickly.

In just a short moment, the true energy was like a dormant dragon awakening, rushing straight from Yongquan to Yufu, passing through twenty-seven acupoints without any obstruction, and opening up the entire Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian!
“Infuriating!”

Zhou Yi was extremely confident, having experienced it from the fat Taoist this time.

According to the "Xuanzhen Guanzang", the source of true qi is the transformation of essence into qi. He had already passed the optimal age for practicing, and had assumed that he would need to practice diligently day by day, for years to transform qi into life.

Unexpectedly, after a fight with the fat Taoist priest, he came back with success.

At that moment, he was overjoyed, and the resentment he had towards the short and fat Taoist priest due to the cold energy in his body disappeared.
At this moment, at the border of Yongqiu, next to a dead tree at the foot of Qiyun Mountain.

A short and fat Taoist priest looked up at the dark night sky.

Meteors penetrate the sparse trees, and the moon moves retrograde through the clouds.

"The stars have turned."

Taoist Mu had a look of anger on his face.

After reviewing various luck tricks, I still couldn't figure out a way to break this trick.

A gust of cool wind blew over him, and he sneezed, almost spraining his waist. "Who's that bastard whispering about me behind my back again?"

Somehow, the young figure of Taiping Dao appeared in my mind.

Thinking of him scolding him in front of everyone, Mu Dao Ren snorted.

He determined the direction.

I originally planned to go northwest towards Chenliu, but now I changed my route and headed south.

"I have to go to Dongting Lake. If that bastard from the Baling Gang dares to sell women in front of me, I'll kill him if I catch him red-handed. The next time I run into that kid, I'll be the one who speaks the truth to him.

Excellent! This way, there's no need to use 20% strength anymore. He'll definitely suffer greatly from it."

The short and fat Taoist laughed heartily, started drinking, and headed straight for Dongting Lake under the stars and the moon.

... "Brother, when can we practice our sect's mental skills like you?"

Xia Shu wiped the sweat from her forehead, her little face was red from being roasted by the charcoal fire.

Yan Qiu put down his fan, his face also full of anticipation.

Zhou Yi looked at the two little kids, stroking his chin and thinking, "Are you willing to listen to me?"

"Of course I will listen to you, Senior Brother."

Zhou Yi put on a serious expression and asked, "No matter what, you won't complain?"

"No, no!"

When Yan Qiu heard this, he suddenly panicked, thinking that he had made his senior brother angry, so he shouted that he would not study anymore.

Xia Shu calmed down a bit, but raised her brows and said aggrievedly, "Yan Qiu and I don't know any internal energy. This time, we saw Senior Brother alone in Cao's mansion. Although he defeated the fat Taoist priest, we could only watch and couldn't help."

"I just wanted to share my senior brother's worries, so I asked."

Zhou Yi took a few steps forward, put his left and right hands on their heads, and rubbed them hard.

Only then did he smile.

"You continue with your daily homework, and Senior Brother will make his own arrangements."

"Yes, senior brother."

The children's mood changed very quickly, and when they carried the charcoal fire out of the house together, they became lively and energetic again.

The next morning.

Zhou Yi climbed to the top of Confucius Mountain, basked in the morning sun, and practiced the "Crane Palm Technique" under an old pine tree.

The name sounds grand, but it's actually just an ordinary palm road.

Most of the methods collected in the training room are basic methods.

However, something is better than nothing.

For a novice like Zhou Yi, even basic martial arts can have miraculous effects.

If you always go straight ahead, no matter how powerful your Qi is, it will be difficult to hit anyone.

After working up a sweat, he sat upright in a stone pavilion under a pine tree and flipped through two volumes of Taoist scriptures, one of which was "Tong Xuan Zhen Jing" written by Wen Zi in the Warring States Period, and the other was "Huainanzi Honglie".

According to the notes left by Master Jiao Wuzi, these two volumes of scriptures were also handled by Liu An of the Western Han Dynasty.

This person was the grandson of Emperor Gaozu of Han and was passionate about Huang-Lao philosophy.

Although these two volumes of scriptures do not directly point to martial arts or outline the main points, they do reach the same conclusion as Zhou Yi's Taoist mental method. Reading them can bring peace of mind and nourish the spirit.

The essence, energy and spirit are the three flowers of human beings, and those who practice martial arts cannot ignore them.

Near noon, the mountain wind gradually rose, blowing away the smoke and mist.

Zhou Yi heard the sound of pine waves, and a few sparrows jumped around, danced on the pine branches, and lingered in front of the pavilion.

He held the scripture in his hand and saw the "Crane Palm" on the stone table moving in the wind.

The little man in the secret book quickly turned the pages, pushing or retracting, squatting or lifting. Although he was not as agile as a sparrow on the tree, he imitated the posture of a crane.

He held the scroll in one hand and made a palm with the other, and performed several moves such as "riding on the clouds" and "drinking stone springs" under the pine tree.

The crane shape is agile and vivid, and it captures the essence of the art.

It seemed that after sweating and practicing hard just now, he suddenly had an epiphany and understood this palm technique.

"Dongting Lake can be a teacher, but does that mean I am taking Shanfeng as my teacher?"

Zhou Yi smiled, then continued to use his palm technique, chanting leisurely:

"The body has been trained to look like a crane, and two scriptures are written under a thousand pines. When I come to ask, I can't help but say, the clouds are in the blue sky, and the water is in the bottle."

He had just finished reciting the poem when suddenly a burst of laughter came from the mountain path.

"Wonderful, very wonderful!"

"Master Zhou Tianshi eats mountain breeze, drinks morning dew, and practices the Taoist teachings. He is indeed more spiritual than a vulgar warrior like me."

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