Chapter 26: The evil mist and quiet wind turn into my long sword
Obviously, compared to the method of movement, the method of tranquility also has its own advantages. If you prefer to cultivate your own life rather than the method of fighting, the method of tranquility is definitely a better choice.
It's just that Dachen's martial arts focuses on fighting and also focuses on physical martial arts, so it doesn't advocate this kind of martial arts thought. An Jing has never received this kind of training in the past, he just knows it.
As for the integration of movement and stillness, the reconciliation of yin and yang, he had never heard of such a method of advancing inner breath.
"After breaking through the movement method, the meridians of the body will be stronger, but the control ability will be worse."
Sword Spirit said: "As for the Jing method's breakthrough, the initial control ability will be more refined and the inner breath will be strong, but the physical body will be less strengthened."
"The deficiencies of both can be made up for through acquired training. If there is both movement and stillness, you can save this part of the time... It is more difficult. Most people can't do it, but you have Su Hui, a strong soul, a strong body and superb skills. I think You can try it.”
Having said this, Sword Spirit couldn't help but wonder: "It's strange, Huaixu doesn't pay attention to this now? The basic requirement for inner disciples of large sects is to reconcile Yin and Yang to enter the Tao."
——Most likely because Hanbei and Xishan are both rural areas.
An Jing thought in his mind, and then he followed the instructions of the sword spirit: "First meditate into silence, and then perform martial arts in the sea of mind. When the mind and body are united, strike out the blow in the heart and in the world at the same time."
"The innate Qi can go from extremely still to extremely dynamic in an instant. At the same time, it has the most abundant strength and control over details. It can save a lot of time on polishing and move towards the 'river of essence' at the fastest speed."
"If your foundation is solid enough and the blow you swing is thorough enough, you can even directly advance to the level of Jingqi Like a River!"
Jingqi is the ancient name for inner breath, which is commonly used in ancient books. Sword Spirit is obviously an ancient sword. Although he usually uses the vocabulary of today's vain, once he is serious, he will use the terms of his era: "Now, run the sword of tranquility." Observe, otherwise, as a wise person, you can only recall the memory fragments of your previous life."
So An Jing circulated the Jingjing Sword View.
He visualized the rusty sword and polished it with his anger and persistence.
In the process, as Sword Spirit said, he began to recall many memories from his previous life - An Jing even recalled where he had put the air conditioner remote control. No wonder he couldn't find it after searching for a long time. His feelings were placed there. Behind the vase in the martial arts hall.
Wait, what is the air conditioner remote control?
Shaking his head, putting the memory aside, An Jing fell into silence completely.
He sank into his heart.
There was hazy chaos, all the light disappeared, turning into complete darkness.
In the dark sea of mind, An Jing saw a way.
A road to dreams.
He should have been practicing martial arts at this moment, practicing his best swordsmanship.
This was the weapon he practiced most often when he was still in northern Xinjiang. His father did not think the sword was the most perfect weapon, and let him learn the sword just because it would not hinder An Jing's future studies and imperial examinations.
But An Jing himself likes swords very much.
——Because the sword has two edges, one pointed and one handle, it can kill people from both the left and the front.
But for some reason, An Jing, who shouldn't have wasted his time, put down his sword.
He seemed to sense a familiar scent.
The young man embarked on this road.
As we walked along, gradually, faces appeared on both sides of the road.
Zhang Ying, Ye Xiuyuan, Zhan Feng, and more familiar faces... Familiar faces appeared in front of him, smiling at him.
An Jing watched them silently, and he looked at their faces one by one.
He walked forward.
The sun dimmed, faces disappeared, and Anjing heard screams and cries that seemed real and illusory, as well as wails from the heart.
"No, help! Mom, help me -"
In the shadow of the trees, a child could be vaguely seen letting out heart-rending screams. He struggled to pull up the uneven floor, breaking his fingernails, but he was still dragged away by two silent believers and disappeared. to the end of the corridor.
An Jing paused for a while. He looked at the calluses on the child's hands from practicing bowing, and there were some memories echoing in his mind. They were dreams about hunters and heroes in the future.
It dissipates.
He walked forward.
The shadows became thicker, and even the aftertaste of the wail disappeared. An Jing did not hear any screams, only a muffled groan and an angry voice.
"You actually bit me?"
In the shadow river flowing like water, because of a child's silent resistance, he was directly split in half. All the internal organs, flesh, blood and fat poured out, and the blood overflowed, filling half of the corridor.
An Jing stared at the thin figure. He still vaguely remembered the young gentleman's tone and heard the sigh, reluctance and resignation. He was already very sorry, but there was more regret in the world.
It dissipates. He walked forward.
The road became increasingly deserted and desolate, isolated from the world. When Anjing looked back, it seemed that the road was now only pitch black.
The dark river flows, and the bloody flowers float on it.
In the deepest part of the river, a tall child was tied to a chair. He watched in horror as something approached him, approaching his eyes, and then there was darkness and an inaudible scream.
"Why me?! Why me?!"
"Can't I? I can be like you!"
No. You are too human, you still cry, and you are still worried about the friends you left before. People like you are different from them.
He just wanted to taste the taste of wine. He wanted to drink the sworn wine and happily eat meat with his brothers. He felt that he had found his brother, but the time was wrong and the place was wrong.
It dissipates.
The river was rushing, and the strong smell of blood hit An Jing's face. The dark river of blood was rushing, and he saw skulls rolling in front of his eyes.
There was no hatred, no bloodshot eyes, just familiar faces rolling past in front of him, and then submerged in the blood.
An Jing looked at them silently until these faces also dissipated and turned into dust in the sky.
The wind surged, the sobs, the whispers, the sad wind stirred up the mist of sorrow and filled the air.
Countless hatred, endless regrets.
The river receded, and the bottom of the river was full of bones. The shadows flowed, revealing the withered old trees behind and the heads hanging like leaves. The flowers bloomed, and there were pairs of hands soaked in blood that wanted to reach out and ask for help.
The road ends.
The dream is about to wake up.
It's raining.
Blood splashed on the ground and soaked An Jing's body.
An Jing had a dream.
He dreamed about the death and evil happening around him.
Everything he had ignored, looked sideways on, and kept silent.
He smiled after being silent for the whole dream.
"Thanks."
He smiled from the bottom of his heart, with blood flowing across his face: "Thank you for being willing to see me one last time and tell me all this."
"It's just, that's not all."
"Tell me everything."
"I want to see more, I want to write it all down."
"I swear."
"I……"
"Never forget!"
Sonorous!
There was a sound of sword sound.
The dead trees are horrified, and the river of blood is surging!
The ghostly wind, the dead trees, the evil mist, and even the waves on the blood river are all layered on top of each other, and seem to be turning into countless unstoppable sharp blades, flying towards Anjing.
"sword!"
Shouting loudly, An Jing reached out with one hand, grasped the wind and cloud, grasped the evil mist, and the sword edge emerged on its own!
Reality, An Jing suddenly opened his eyes.
When he woke up from the deep dream in his heart, he stood up, his muscles and bones all over his body were buzzing, and a large puff of white smoke was rising above his head.
And in his hand, wisps of scarlet aura seeped out, and based on the shape of An Jing's empty hand, an illusory and hazy blood evil sword was condensed!
An Jing took a step forward, and all his clothes stirred up. The water mist spread and turned into a circle, but he ignored it and slashed forward with his sword!
The wind howls, and the gas turns into a white rainbow!
A sword energy visible to the naked eye passed forward, breaking through the sand, dust, and rocks in front of him, and cutting a gap in the ground!
The inner breath leaves the body and surges like a river...
This is a state where the inner breath is like a river!
(End of chapter)