Chapter 21: Cold Beach Practice
Chapter 21: Cold Beach Practice (Please vote and read, thank you)
After one month.
The morning mist is thick and the cold air is rising.
No matter how many swords and sabers there are on the Blackwood Cliff, the water at the Orangutan Beach always flows steadily.
Downstream of Orangutan Beach, a head floats quietly on the water.
"One hundred and five, one hundred and six, one hundred and eight..."
The inner force surged in the eight extraordinary meridians, resisting the invasion of the icy air. But the pain of hundreds of needles piercing the bones could not be eliminated, which was undoubtedly a great test of one's will.
"One hundred and seventy-nine!"
The man jumped out of the water, his upper body naked, wearing only a pair of calf shorts.
"three minutes."
Zhang Yu staggered to the shore, almost unconscious.
With my current internal strength, three minutes is already the limit.
After the internal energy is exhausted, relying on the physical body to resist the cold air will most likely result in broken bones.
"Fortunately, hard work pays off. I am only one step away from the middle stage of Dan Jin realm."
Some people have tried to use the cold water from Xingxing Beach to make internal strength more refined.
The source of the Orangutan Beach, the thousand-year-old cold pond on the back mountain of the Black Wood Cliff, was originally a holy place for practicing ice-attributed skills.
It’s just that most people don’t have the patience to persevere.
Over the past month, Zhang Yu had made progress in his internal strength, which was within his expectations.
But he had an unexpected gain that made him feel both happy and worried.
"As a member of the Demonic Cult, how can you scare people when you travel around the world?"
Zhang Yu squatted on the bank and looked at himself in the water. His originally dark skin became smooth as jade, fair and tight after being soaked in the cold water. With his phoenix eyes and crescent eyebrows, he was even more handsome than a woman.
If he had not been hiding here to practice martial arts, but was walking on the streets of Pingding City, he would have attracted women to throw fruits into his car and men to glare at him.
Zhang Yu took out a pot of liquor and a roast chicken from under the stone and started eating.
He looked at the black mountain behind him and sighed.
Half a month ago, the Eastern Patriarch announced that he would go into seclusion again.
The dispute in Chengde Hall seemed to have come to an end.
Like the five destroyed halls before it, Yunshui Hall became the sixth hall of the Sun Moon Sect, which existed in name only.
Zhang Yumeng took a gulp of strong liquor, which only slightly warmed his throat. After three gulps in a row, he finally pulled his intestines, heart and liver out of the icy hole.
"I don't know what Dongfang Bubai has done. He seems to be trying to let the upstarts Yang Lianting and the founding fathers led by Tong Baixiong compete for power, but he doesn't really want one side to dominate the other."
"If this continues, his power will be secure, but the elite forces of the church will be consumed by internal strife, and the followers and affiliated gangs will gradually disperse. Is this what he wants?"
"Blackwood Cliff has become a place of trouble. I have to quickly think of a way to get Tong Baixiong to agree to my relocation."
Yunshuitang existed in name only, and Zhang Yu's personnel relationship was transferred to Fengleitang. In other words, he was now a deputy flag master under Fengleitang and received ten taels of silver every month.
Fengleitang had many businesses under its name, including casinos, brothels, mines, farms, etc., which were profitable and lucrative, three taels more than Yunshuitang.
The failure of the anti-Yang operation dealt a heavy blow to Tong Baixiong. He heard from Qi Queqiao that the old man didn't even care about celebrating his 60th birthday. He opened a long room in Qianhonglou and spent his days listening to music and drinking in brothels. He was afraid that he didn't have the heart to arrange a job for Zhang Yu now.
After eating the roast chicken and drinking the wine, Zhang Yu began to meditate and practice. After two hours, his internal energy was almost restored.
He opened the second volume of Feiyun Divine Art and spread it out on the rock.
The second volume of Feiyun Shengong is about light Kung Fu, with a total of thirty-six pages, which are thirty-six pictures, marking the acupuncture points, qi channels, and Kung Fu techniques.
The footwork is different and unpredictable, running, vertical, jumping, leaping, spinning, turning, sideways, leaning, kicking, slanting, straight, light, dark, virtual, real... The footprints are connected by lines of different colors, and the further you go, the more profound and deep they become.
Fortunately, Wu Lianjiang's personal thoughts and insights were annotated in blue-green small calligraphy, which are extremely detailed.
The ink of those bluefly calligraphy has faded over time, at least 20 to 30 years. The new ink is still bright, but it was only a few months ago.
"Since I have taken on the title of master and disciple, I will also inherit your grudges. Whether it's Fei Bin or Yang Lianting." Given his identity and position, there was nothing he could do but inherit these causes and effects.
"Ms. Han Yu, I will continue to look for you in the future."
Zhang Yu sighed. After the incident in Chengde Hall was settled a little, he immediately followed Wu Lianjiang's last instructions and went to Qingniu Village, fifty miles northeast of Pingding City, to conduct a secret investigation. However, he found that Wu Hanyu had been taken away by unidentified people in advance.
With Zhang Yu's current ability, it is difficult for him to protect himself, let alone further investigation.
"I hope Ren Yingying sent someone to pick her up."
He continued to look at the body movements in the second volume of "Feiyun Divine Art".
There are four levels of Qinggong: flowing like clouds and running water, flying through chaotic clouds, chasing clouds and lightning, and flying in the clouds.
“The first level is flowing like clouds and water.”
"Like clouds and flowing water, it flows naturally. It has no fixed quality at first, but it follows the principles of heaven and earth, always moving where it should move, and always stopping where it must stop..."
When one practices "Flowing Like Clouds and Water" to perfection, the sensitivity of the body is greatly enhanced, and one can move when one needs to move and stop when one needs to stop. Even if a hundred weapons are thrown at one, the corners of one's clothes will not be damaged.
"Although the four realms are in a progressive relationship, each has its own merits. Flowing Clouds and Flowing Water, in addition to being a light skill, can also enhance the power of swordsmanship and boxing."
It is said that if you practice boxing without practicing martial arts, it will be all in vain when you get old.
But if you practice exercises without practicing boxing, you may not necessarily live to old age.
After Linghu Chong learned the Dugu Nine Swords moves, he was able to easily defeat Huashan's uncle-level figures whose internal strength was superior to his, such as Cong Buqi and Cheng Buyou.
These days, he has been focusing on improving his internal strength. Now that he has made some progress, it is time to "practice boxing".
Zhang Yu took out the green jade ring that was pressed under his clothes and was about to put it on when he suddenly saw the scars on his thumb. After thinking for a moment, he put it down.
The sun rises and sets, another day begins.
Following the picture, Zhang Yu walked on the rocky beach. After falling seventy or eighty times, he was finally able to perform the "flowing like clouds and running water" steps. However, he only learned the general idea, and it was very awkward and not smooth at all.
"Why not wear it? Maybe I'm overthinking it."
Zhang Yu couldn't help but put on the green jade ring and walked through the "Flowing Like Clouds and Water" footwork diagram again. Sure enough, he could easily find the obstacles in his footwork and make adjustments in advance and correct them in time.
"The improvement I made this time is better than the previous 20 or 30 times."
Zhang Yu excitedly exerted force with his feet, jumped up, and jumped more than two meters high.
"With just one jump, I surpassed the 1.9-meter record held by the world champion. Even if I go back to my previous life, with this skill, I can fulfill my parents' long-cherished wish and have a bowl of government food instead of having to send food to other families."
Zhang Yu was so happy that he forgot that it is easier to climb a mountain than to go down. When he landed, he lost his footing and leaned forward, like a typical dog trying to grab shit, and fell down with a bruised face.
"What is the limit of Qinggong in this world?" Zhang Yu lay where he fell. He turned over, leaned against the rock, looked at the gray sky and the hundred-meter-high Black Wood Cliff that reached into the clouds, and thought so.
That day in front of the Guanyin Temple, I hid in the bamboo forest and watched. Wu Lianjiang jumped ten meters high, and without any leverage, he only relied on his internal energy to move in the air. His speed was so fast and his movements were so agile that the opponent could only see his afterimage.
"Zhang Yu, why are you not wearing any clothes again?"
A man walked out from the reeds, holding two strings of candied haws in his hands. He looked down at the young man with contempt in his eyes for the behavior of this "savage".
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