Threads of internal energy are squeezed and extracted from the body, increasing in part, and the qi flows through the sky, reaching the meridians and acupoints until all rivers flow back and into the qi sea of ​​dantian.

After Zhou Tian finished his practice, Song Mingjing exhaled a breath of turbid air and slowly stopped his exercise. He suddenly felt his spirit brilliant, and his whole body seemed to have the power of subduing dragons and subduing tigers.

He reached out and picked up a pebble, gathered his five fingers to exert force, and the hard stone immediately shattered, and large pieces of stone powder fell from the gap between his fingers.

"I didn't expect that I'll get started. The Vajra Indestructible Art is indeed the most suitable martial art for me at this stage!"

Song Ming had a happy look on his mirror.

His physique is far beyond ordinary, and he has also practiced the iron shirt and has laid a good foundation. It took several years for ordinary people to practice the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art, but it may be difficult to understand the path, but for Song Mingjing, it is easy and complementary.

"At this time, Fang Shiyu and Hong Xiguan should almost be appointed to the Southern Shaolin. Based on this calculation, the great achievement of the Baimei Divine Art will be in the past year and a half."

Song Mingjing touched his chin and thought to himself.

"Bai Mei took at least three or forty years to practice this martial arts. My progress is far better than Bai Mei. How much time does it take?"

Song Mingjing had no intention of continuing to practice. At this time, sounds had already been heard from the various Taoist palaces on the mountain, and fire lights lit up one after another. It was obvious that Bai Mei had already left the seclusion and found that her family had been thieves.

Song Mingjing chuckled, without any guilt, and went straight back to his disciple's dormitory.

After all, the large amount of money donated by Zhang Yunxu, the young man who was replaced by Song Mingjing, donated by his father, Zhang Dabao, was of some use. At least, he still had an independent room to live in compared to the other newcomers who squeezed into a room.

This also greatly reduces the risk of his exposure.

Of course, even if it is exposed, Song Mingjing is actually not very worried.

In the past half a month, he had only seen Bai Mei take action once. Bai Mei deliberately showed her divine power in front of all the disciples. She had special orders forty or fifty old disciples holding swords to siege, but was easily defeated by his every move.

Just seeing that he took action and did not fight Bai Mei personally, Song Mingjing could not judge who was stronger or Bai Mei, but if he just escaped and saved his life, it would be impossible for anyone from Wudang to keep him.

White eyebrows can't either.

At least not now. As for the white eyebrows that Hunyuan Tongzi has achieved great success, they are completely reborn in two levels.

To give a simple example, it is probably the difference between the seven sons of Quanzhen and the five wise men.

After changing out of Ye Xing's clothes and removing the disguise on his face, Song Mingjing lay down leisurely and slept with his eyes closed.

Less than a quarter of an hour after falling asleep, a sudden sound of "Dangdang" gongs and drums woke up all the disciples.

"My junior brothers, don't sleep anymore, get up quickly!"

A loud shout sounded in the yard. Song Mingjing could hear the voice of a person. He was an old disciple who had been in the school for more than ten years. He was named Liu Yiming, and he was outstanding in both fist, palm and sword skills, among the many disciples of Wudang. He also held the position of "teaching" for new disciples on weekdays.

After a while of noisyness, more than a hundred newcomers gathered outside the yard. Song Mingjing stood behind as if nothing had happened, just to watch a play, but a disciple asked, "Senior Brother Liu, why did you call us up in the middle of the night?"

Liu Yiming glanced at the other party with a serious expression and said in a deep voice: "My Wudang Sect has entered the thief tonight, which makes the leader furious. You can divide it into ten teams and follow me to patrol the mountain and search."

As soon as this said, there was a "boom" sound at the scene, as if it was a blow.

All the newcomers were shocked. The Wudang Sect was famous in the martial arts world. All the sects in the world never took any sect seriously except Shaolin. What kind of thief is it so bold that he took his attention to the Wudang Sect?

Crackling!

The big sandalwood table ripped apart under the palm of Baimei, and fragments splashed. Baimei's face was gloomy and terrifying. He said angrily: "Useless thing, the thief sneaked into Zixiao Palace under his nose. You didn't realize anything. You were simply a bunch of waste! Waste!"

The two Wudang elders in the hall had cold sweats on their foreheads, bowed and were silent.

Baimei was cruel and vicious, but also moody. From elders to ordinary disciples in the Wudang Sect, everyone was afraid of him like a tiger.

Why did Baimei, a man with a skill and a master, finally get to be the head of Wudang? It was not because of his toughness, and he killed all those who dared to resist, leaving only some obedient cords.

After several times of Wudang, only Li Bashan and Feng Daode, the two junior brothers who have followed him for the longest time!

However, since Li Bashan became the guard leader of Grand Secretary Chen Wenyao, he has rarely returned to the mountain. Feng Daode also received an urgent report a few days ago that his nephew Qiu Wanqian had an accident and left in a hurry.

After a while, an elder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and whispered: "Sir, the head, please calm down. I wonder if the head has lost anything?"

"Don't ask too much!" Baimei's face turned gloomy. How could he answer this question? Can he say that he lost the secret of Hunyuan Tongzi Gong?

He had already memorized the secret book and the mind method. The reason why he did not destroy it was just in case, but he did not expect that the secret he hid was still stolen.

"I just want to know, can you find out who that thief is?"

Baimei said coldly.

The two elders looked at each other and pondered for a moment. One elder said carefully: "Senior Brother, in the eyes of the junior brother, you can avoid the patrol disciples and sneak into Zixiao Palace quietly. There are very few people with this ability in the world. Could it be that group of bald donkeys made?"

"The best?!"

The snow-white eyebrows raised, the white eyebrows thought for a moment, and shook his head again: "The old bald donkey Zhishan has always been false benevolence and righteousness. He could not have done it... Could it be Miao Xian?"

Since Bai Mei and others joined Wudang, Miao Xian has deliberately come to him every once in a while for the past two or three decades to test his progress in martial arts.

I also thought that something happened to Qiu Wanqian. Could it be that he deliberately used this method to lead Feng Daode away?

Moreover, Miao Xian's shameless style can indeed do something stealing.

The more Bai Mei thought about it, the more reasonable she felt. She couldn't help but snorted coldly, her whole body exploded, her white hair rose, and she let out anger: "Miao Xian, Zhishan, you all wait for me. When my magical power is completed, I will break up with you Shaolin!"

The search was futile, but the patrol efforts on Wudang Mountain were greatly increased. Song Mingjing did not do any extra work, and devoted himself to the practice of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art.

A few more days passed in a blink of an eye. On this day, the group climbed Mount Wudang and came to pay homage to Bai Mei.

Many disciples made way for the road, looked at the group of people with excitement, pointing at them from time to time, making uncontrollable screams.

A disciple pointed at the young master who was the leader wearing a round hat, with clear eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and holding a folding fan and asked, "Who is this person? What a big style? Hey! There is one who follows him who seems to be Elder Jiang?"

"Speak softly, I heard that he is the son of the Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi. Do you think he is a big deal?" Another disciple whispered.
Chapter completed!