Xiao Shu opened the silk silk, and the beautiful small calligraphy was densely packed with human body patterns, and the meridians and acupuncture points were marked one by one, as if you saw it with your own eyes. This is called Ziyang’s true interpretation, which is a method of both internal and external cultivation. The first article explains the key points. Practitioners need to study diligently, and if they want to be hasty, they will not achieve it. It is particularly important to proceed step by step, and be calm and composed. Put everything aside and have no distracting thoughts.

Internal cultivation means softness and strength, and the qi flows into the membrane to fill the whole body. Although it cannot control people at the beginning, if the fire is perfect, the meridians of the whole body are connected, the internal force is free to be retracted and the luck fills the body. It is like building a barrier, even if a knife is chopped and stabbed, it is difficult to hurt the slightest part of the slightest part. Every thought is to protect oneself. External cultivation means hard work, chop, hit, dot, stab, and every thought is to control people. There is no difference between the two, but it is a way of complementarity.

Xiao Shu looked at it for a while and was so hungry that he looked dizzy. He put away his silk and went to another bamboo house to find some food. When he entered the house, he found that the black envoy had prepared the meal, but there was no meat at all. There were only steamed buns, vegetables, and clear soup. Although Xiao Shu didn't say anything, he thought to himself that these two people were so poor that they couldn't eat meat.

"Go and call Fang Jin here too. How can you be so lazy if you want to achieve success in your studies?" The black envoy in plain clothes looked like a private school teacher at this moment, and he just had a rumble in his hand. He actually had a headache. He had no experience in teaching disciples since he was a child, let alone two young men who had no experience in the world. What should be taught, what should not be taught, and how to teach are all a problem.

Xiao Shu responded and went back to the room to wake Fang Jin, who was still in a daze, was still half asleep and half awake. The two of them had almost nothing to eat since yesterday, and now they were so hungry that they were dizzy and hurried over.

As soon as Fang Jin entered the room, his face turned bitter. The dish was too light. At home, his mother almost served him like a treasure. She didn't like studying. Well, then she didn't study. Whatever she wanted to eat, good, buy it for you, and rely on him. Even so, she was not a wealthy family after all. Fang Jin did not have the habit of those young men, but was just a willful and spoiled person.

The little mouth sagged, his eyes turned red, and he remembered his mother again. He was about to cry. Xiao Shu quickly grabbed a steamed bun and ate it with the vegetables. "Well, it's delicious, Xiao Jin, you taste it, it's really good."

Fang Jin was still a child after all, and his stomach was so hungry. Seeing that Xiao Shu was eating so delicious, he couldn't help but pick up one and eat it. Everything he ate was delicious when he was hungry, and it became more and more delicious when he was eating.

Seeing this, the black envoy couldn't help but hold his forehead. He didn't feel it yesterday, but today he realized that he had taken over a spoiled disciple, but he had no choice but to throw a book that he had placed on the table at the beginning to Fang Jin.

Fang Jin took the book and saw that there was not even a title, but there were dense small characters and some drawings written inside. However, the handwriting was sloppy, which showed that the person who wrote it was quite impatient.

"This is written by my teacher yesterday. You can learn some basic practices such as internal skills, moves, and light skills. You can learn from them. If you really encounter a bottleneck, come to me and wait until you understand them. "The black envoy knows that it is basically a fantasy to teach yourself step by step. It is better to be a hand-off manager. The secret is right, I will give it to you, but you can learn it yourself, don't disturb me.

Fang Jin didn't think much about it. He was used to being free from raising his family at home, and he was so angry that he drove him home in a private school. He learned whatever he wanted, which was more in line with his ideas.

However, the difficulty of martial arts is that two children can learn it by themselves. They are small problems every three days and big problems every five days. They are always stubborn from time to time. They are really annoyed. He goes out every night and returns during the day and teaches these two people how to practice. Although he is a master, he feels deeply tired after one or two months. If it weren't for Xiao Shu's help at the beginning of noon every month, he really wanted to find a mountain to throw them away.

The white envoy is the real hand-off manager. I don’t care about everything. The black envoy has made some slight remarks about this. You can’t always throw your disciples at me. It’s enough trouble to teach someone, but you’ll still throw them at me.

Five months later.

"Invite you and me?" Bai Zhi asked in surprise.

"About martial arts is a grand event. Various sects communicate with each other. Young disciples compete with each other, treating everyone equally regardless of good or evil. This time, they are in Muzhou, but..." The black envoy smiled and said, "It's just that."

"What?"

"Many sects say they want to settle with you and me."

"I won't go to trouble them, they've come to me instead?" Bai Zhi's face was cold. Although he was smiling, Xiao Shu felt irritated. After spending time together, he knew that his beautiful master was really angry.

"I don't know how to talk about martial arts, I can only kill people..."

There is no wind or sunshine tonight, and the sky is gloomy, but Muzhou is very lively. All major sects send out proud disciples. No one does not pay attention to this grand event. The younger generation wants to gain a reputation, while the older generation is busy competing with other factions, liquidating grievances, and promoting their own factions to recruit a few talented disciples. Even the factions that usually claim to be hidden in mountains and rivers and do not compete for the world are also coming one after another.

This time, the martial arts discussion was run by Qingxiao, Muzhou, and with the support of the court. Qingxiao Gate is located in the mountainous area of ​​Qingcheng, Muzhou, close to the main city. The mountain is brightly lit, and the foot of the mountain is full of martial arts people. They were originally located in remote and poor business inns and shops. Today, they made a fortune, and the room was in short supply. Many people temporarily lived in rural areas, and some simply found a dilapidated temple, and the Taoist temple could only be kept for one night.

In Yuelai Inn, the shop owner was very busy today, but he could laugh at the silver of the ingots, and greeted the guests enthusiastically. After all, they were all famous sects and there was no shortage of money. There were also wealthy disciples from wealthy families who came to join in the fun, mixed with fish and dragons and noisy.

However, the noise disappeared the moment when the black and white figures stepped into the inn, and the only thing left was to suppress their breathing and heartbeat as their steps became heavier and heavier.

Some people can tolerate it, but some people can't. Relying on the many people around, a rough man slammed the table and was shocked to make the wine spill all over the floor. "Oh, isn't this a black and white messenger? It's said that it's a devil who eats people and doesn't spit bones. I didn't expect it to be two young faces."

"You are looking for death. You know who they are and still talking like this. Do you know how many master souls they have, but no one can do anything about it..." The companion next to him said carefully in his ear. He didn't want to mess with these two evil stars.

"Why, no matter how powerful they are, can they be able to compete with the entire world? The masters of all major sects gather together, not only to discuss martial arts, but also to settle them well." A handsome young man also responded. He was not interested in watching the fun anyway.

"Longhu Sect, Seidao Sect, Kongtong Sect, are there just a few people?" The man in white looked around and said boredly.

"Don't waste time, kill!" The man in black was a little impatient.

That night, under the mountain of Qingcheng, there were ten miles of blood stains. Except for the people staying in the wilderness temple and those who lived in Qingxiao, no one in the martial arts world or the court had survived. The waiter and shopkeeper who survived were crazy and stupid, just shouting, "The evil ghost...the evil ghost...the white...the black...the hehe..."

The next morning, the whole of Muzhou was in full bloom. Originally, the major sects hated the Black and White envoys to the core, but they were unable to find these two people. This time, they learned that they lived in Beimang Mountain, and they wanted to invite them. After all, they were famous sects. Anyway, they were public enemies. It was better for everyone to deal with them together. They never thought that these two people slaughtered hundreds of people overnight, including children and elders of major sects.

"Planting Beimang and swearing to kill Hei and Bai!"

Those who have revenge want to take revenge, while those who have no revenge also want to work hard with justice. This is 30%, and the other 70% are just watching the fun and seeing the murderous devil who is three heads and six arms, which is worth attacking in Muzhou.

The sky is as cold as iron, and the morning mist above the head is as vast as the mountain peaks. There is no gap, and the oppressed person cannot breathe.

Behind the bamboo house.

"It's far away, don't hesitate to draw the sword." Bai Qi pointed out a sword, but Xiao Shu still had no time to resist, and the sword edge had already touched the middle of his eyebrows.

"Why didn't Master go out today? I have time to teach me sword skills?" Xiao Shu was very surprised. Every time at this time, the vain was away, but for some reason he didn't go out today.

"You are already familiar with the first three sword techniques, but they are just missing the fire. Today I will give you the remaining four swords." Bai Zhi did not answer, but just looked at the gloomy sky silently. Today he did not smile.

"Note, I only played the fourth sword, Qiu Fen, my master used this stance to see the sword's way. He followed the trend and was the essence of this sword. No matter how strong the wind was, it would slash the leaves falling with the wind."

"The fifth sword, Qiu Xue, was a master who killed too much in his early years. This sword was regretful, not a killing move. He didn't realize it at the first time, but the remaining strength did not disappear and died in one month. If you regret it, you can disperse."

"The sixth sword, autumn is injured. Before the sword is released, the intention is carried out first. Only when the heart is not stung can you draw the sword. If the heart is dirty, the sword will be weak, and it will hurt yourself. Remember."

Although it was not the first time Xiao Shu saw him dancing his sword, he still felt it was very obscure. If the first three swords were as bright as the night moon, then the last three swords were as bright as the sun in the sky. For Xiao Shu, who had only been practicing sword for more than five months, it was already very difficult to remember these movements, let alone to experience the artistic conception.

"You are still young, so it is difficult to learn the swordsmanship even if you want to learn the swordsmanship. No matter how powerful a swordsmanship master is, it is impossible to learn it by looking at it. Hard practice is still the second. You need to understand the artistic conception in it before you can achieve it." Bai Shishi knew that Xiao Shu could not remember it. He had already handed over his swordsmanship on silk to Xiao Shu earlier.

"Master, didn't you say there are seven swords? But... there are only six swords?" Xiao Shu hesitated for a while before asking.

Bai Qi couldn't help but smile, and instead put away the sword in his hand. "Indeed, I only played the six swords, because the seventh sword, I can't express it to you in this way. I only have a slight understanding of this sword, but compared to the previous six swords, I hope you can learn it the most."

After saying this, he gave Xiao Shu a simple point of advice. At this moment, Xiao Shu felt dizzy and something that was inexplicable rushed into his mind along the finger.

In a trance, Xiao Shu only saw him holding a long sword in his hand and rushing into the crowd. Twenty or thirty people were immersed in the throat by the sword in an instant and died on the spot. However, Xiao Shu was also stabbed by the three of them. Although the wound was not deep, if this continued, it would be difficult to support even if it was strong.

The energy was raging, the white figure appeared and disappeared, the killing continued, and the wounds on his body became more and more, and he dared not stop at all. Stop at this time was equivalent to death, blood splattering, and corpses were everywhere, and there was only madness.

I don't know how long it took, but Xiao Shu suddenly woke up, and his cold sweat was cold. The crazy murderous intent made him forget his own existence and immersed in it. In his horror, he only saw Bai Shi was very tired at this moment.
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