Chapter 299 The Great Success of Shaoyang Sword (13)
Huaixu, survey the city and courtyard.
It's dawn, late winter and early spring, the time of year when the weather is the most fickle, with fluctuating hot and cold conditions, making it easier for external evils to enter the body.
Next to the window in the house, a small stove was burning with sparks, and a pot of soup was simmering, adding a touch of warmth.
When the morning light first rose, An Jing opened his eyes.
He stood up and opened the iron pot that was simmering on the small stove. The smell of herbs hit him, but then there was the smell of meat.
This is a pot of ‘Old Ginseng Stewed Feilong’. Some special ingredients, such as bamboo shoots and mountain mushrooms, were also added to it. Before going to bed, I adjusted the heat and cooked it slowly. It is now fully cooked.
An Jing picked up a piece of mountain mushroom and chewed it slowly. The taste was sweet and fragrant. The freshness of the old chicken soup was blended into the mushroom, just right.
"As expected of me, my skills are gradually recovering."
To boast, An Jing didn't care whether it was hot or not, he started right away and ate all the pot of ginseng chicken soup, even the bones, chewing them all and swallowing them.
After eating, he came outside the house and picked up a pair of purple-gold maces, treating them as short swords.
An Jing took a stance against the red rising sun that had just crossed the eastern ridge and started practicing.
The dim light swept away the mist and shone on his face. After a long period of disguise, the identity of Jingxuan has become his second face. The handsome young man's eyes are clear and bright, giving people a sense of vitality.
He holds the handle of his mace in his right hand and raises it to the side of his left shoulder, while the mace in his left hand hangs low in front of his abdomen to protect his chest and abdomen. This is a defensive-to-offensive posture, and he can slash or stab at any time. .
But An Jing did not draw his sword. He just maintained his posture and remained motionless under the sun. Both his body and hands were as steady as a statue.
His torso and limbs were motionless, but he could vaguely feel an undercurrent surging under his skin. The muscles were squirming as he surged with strength.
Shaoyang Sword Technique: The rising sun rises in the sea.
The flesh and blood are used as the sea, and the inner breath is the yang. The yang circulates to rise in the sea, transcending the flesh and blood, and condenses the spiritual energy.
Feeling heat all over his body and a faint breath coming out of his limbs, Anjing's eyes narrowed and he began to practice sword moves.
It was slow at the beginning, but gradually it became faster. The sharp swords cut through the air, making a sharp sound. It was obvious that the heat had reached a certain level.
There's intensity, and then there's subtlety. The sword moves suddenly changed, either picking, stabbing, cutting, wiping, cutting, or stirring. The various changing sword moves turned into a series of streams of light, and even the sound of the wind turned into A long, rushing roar.
The strong wind stirred up, and all the dust in the entire courtyard was stirred up. The wind and sand suddenly swept across, as powerful as the tide, and Anjing, who was in the center, was full of energy, like a rising sun, releasing endless vitality.
After practicing for half an hour, his breathing became slightly faster. When the sun completely rose, changing from morning sun to sun, and a slight white air steamed up from Anjing's head, he suddenly stopped his moves.
In an instant, many shadows merged into one, and Anjing's body moved, and he stabbed the scarred old tree beside him with one move.
In this posture, the Yang energy throughout the body circulates with the power of Shaoyang, and the intention of following the trend is strong. When it is thrust out, it gives people an extremely bright, yet warm and benevolent feeling.
Buzz!
Obviously, it is a top-notch magic weapon that can shatter the body of steel if it is smashed casually, but an invisible force flourishes through it, running straight through the old tree.
The old tree is not shattered, not broken, and not shaken.
It just...slowly, at a slow but visible speed...
Pull out a new shoot.
"good."
An Jing stepped forward, observed the new sprouts carefully, and immediately nodded with satisfaction: "Although there is still a long way to go before spring comes with dead leaves and new sprouts from dead trees, my Shaoyang swordsmanship has indeed been perfected."
When the essence is yang, winter flowers can bloom and all things can come into being. Although it borrows a hint of spring coming, it is enough to illustrate the state of Anjing Shaoyang's swordsmanship.
Although An Jing has been busy with trade between the two worlds in recent days, he has not given up on practicing martial arts.
This is normal. An Jing trades between the two worlds because he needs resources to practice, not to make money. Now that I have earned enough resources, I naturally have to calm down and practice. After getting rich, Anjing ate all kinds of precious ingredients every day. Stewing wild ginseng and flying dragons was normal, and spiritual beast meat was never missing.
Using Yiqi Health Nurturing Technique to digest a large amount of high-quality ingredients, coupled with An Jing's age, the progress of Shaoyang Swordsmanship has naturally been rapid.
For Shaoyang, it starts to move as soon as Yang starts to move. Use the sword moves to regulate the body and mind, use the sword intention to calm the mind, and use the dawn of dawn to catalyze the movement and growth of the body's original Yang Qi, thereby refining the whole body, polishing the foundation, and cultivating a trace of true Yang inner breath in the body.
If you can use the movements of the sword to activate the yang energy throughout the body during practice, this sword technique has been practiced deep into your bones.
But this yang energy can only flourish but cannot be condensed. When a sword is swung out with great momentum, it can only have the power of a single blow. The power is too large and unreasonable. It is like the sun shining, which can only make people feel warm and unable to perform at all. The power.
Only by twisting the hazy cloud-like Yang Qi into a trace of true Yang inner breath that can circulate endlessly in the body, just like focusing the sunlight with a concave and convex mirror, can it burn things and hurt people.
At this time, you can enter the palace and condense the magical power [Fire in the Eyes].
An Jing has completely mastered it. The reason why he did not start condensation is because he wanted to wait for Ming Guangchen to come back and ask if there were any taboos or special requirements for the many magic pupils of the Ming Mirror Sect. If possible, he would also give some pointers to his true skills. Spirit pupils.
But here comes the problem.
Nearly two months have passed since Ming Guangchen, Jin Yanhua, You Ruhui and others left... He still hasn't come back.
"Did something happen to my master?"
The dust from practicing swordsmanship slowly fell back into the courtyard. An Jing restrained the essence and spiritual energy in his body, and wondered in his heart: "Is it possible that my destiny, coupled with the influence of Emperor Youruhui's blood on the current situation, finally... Did it affect him?"
"No...I'm afraid my master is also full of enemies. I'm afraid something really happened."
An Jing has a very good impression of Ming Guangchen. He has indeed taught him a lot and is a real teacher who teaches and resolves doubts. If possible, An Jing would of course want to help him and hope that he is safe.
But with Anjing Suhui's experience of reading all kinds of books in this life, dozens of possibilities for the other party's tragic ending have emerged in his mind.
"Bah! A good Jinzo master, even if he died in another continent, he would still leave me a message!"
"If it really doesn't work, I'll go back to Northern Xinjiang alone! Anyway, the warehouse is full of thunder bead mines and self-destructing drones. I also have Master's token in my hand, which guarantees the real person's magical power. As long as I don't encounter multiple masters and Shenzo Zhenren along the way, No one can stop me!"
An Jing shook his head vigorously to get rid of the bad thoughts and set off. In fact, An Jing felt helpless: "It's just... I can't leave!"
In the courtyard, the phantom light array was still in operation, but the big thing called the Taixu Altar was stuck in place.
Anjing lives here, and no one else can come in, nor can he break through the illusory light array. Naturally, he doesn't know that there is a Taixu Dharma Altar here.
But if An Jing leaves, even if other people come to clean up, they will find a strange thing one foot high in the center of the courtyard that can't be seen or heard but can be touched.
By then, the trouble will be big - privately laying the Taixu Formation in Dachen is a major crime against the three clans!
Although An Jing has long ago not cared about three races and no three races, and has no weakness at all, it is really inappropriate to give up the identity that he has finally established for such nonsense.
And...maybe it's a premonition.
An Jing raised his head and looked at the mountains in the distance.
The strong wind blew away the clouds and mist, and the golden light shone thousands of miles away, covering the mountains in the distance like sword blades with a layer of faint golden light, bringing with them bursts of razor-sharp evil aura.
Because of his strong soul and five senses, An Jing could even smell a bit of blood from this golden color.
He murmured to himself: "I feel like trouble is coming..."
An Jing's hunch was correct.
"Jing, Young Master Jing!"
A moment later, a person's urgent cry for help came from the quiet streets in the early morning: "There is big trouble over there in Youde Garden!"
(End of chapter)