Chapter 70: Will is the kingly way

Dongyi City.

The miserable yellow thatched cottage under the hills outside the city was as quiet as before, without sword light, without sword wind, without the sound of sword blade breaking through the air, just a quiet area. It was already late spring and the summer season, and the hot sun shone on the eastern ocean of the mainland, simmering countless water vapor, causing the entire Dongyi City to fall into dampness and heat. Fortunately, the sea breeze does not stop all year round, so you can get rid of the boredom.

Since the Battle of Dadongshan three years ago, the sword disciples' sword-making grounds were easily moved to the outside room. No one dared to disturb the recovery of the Sword Saint deep in the Luyuan, so the hut seemed so quiet at this time. The invisible water vapor in the air became colder as the sun subsided, subsided to the ground, slowly attached to the scrap pieces of sword blades, and contained some water drops.

As the sun sets, the red light shines deep in the sword hut, reflecting in that big pit, illuminating countless drops of water on the sword clearly, seeping into the blood-red color, like blood.

A few black flies flew from somewhere, flying around the sword pit curiously, making disgusting sounds. These creatures did not know what status and reputation the swords in the pit represented in the world. They just instinctively stared at the red water droplets on the sword branches, and were extremely puzzled in their hearts. Why did these blood water not have a hint of pleasant fishy smell?

The weather is very hot, so the natural ice evil spirit in the sword tomb has faded a lot, so these black flies have enough courage to fly here. However, in the dark house next to the sword tomb, there is a cold that is very different from the external environment. Perhaps it is because the house has not been seen in light for many years, or perhaps it is because the body of the great master lying on the bed is gradually dying, and the heart-wrenching coldness emitted.

There were no black flies, spiders, and webs in the room. There were no mosquitoes who dared to bite the person wrapped in a thick quilt, but at a corner of the snow-white wall, there was a long-legged mosquito about the size of a small fingernail, staring at the person in the quilt.

The mosquitoes with long legs were shaking, and their transparent wings were stroking their gradually dry body from time to time, reminding themselves that they were still alive, and their long legs looked particularly weak, and their whole body was filled with an unhealthy brown-yellow color. It looked like they were completely juiced and were about to form a shell.

It did not fly away because it did not find an object that could absorb blood in this thatched cottage. The people in the thatched cottage seemed to have strange magic power. As long as they approached their bodies, they were blocked back by an invisible barrier and were shocked to death.

Only the dying person on the bed did not have that ability, but the long-legged mosquito still dared not fly down. Because it felt a chill on the dying person. In this hot day, it was so cold that it was almost unbearable.

But it is still suffocating because it knows that the person is going to die. No matter how powerful a person is, he will turn into blood and rotten flesh. It needs blood. The black fly brothers outside need rotten flesh.

Under the thick quilt, Sigu Jian was cold all over and trembled constantly. Every trembling caused the tearing pain of the wound on his chest and abdomen. Three years ago, he was hit by Emperor Qing Dao with a punch, and Ye Liuyun tore off his arm. More than a month ago, the shadow stabbed him into his chest with two swords. Even though the poison planted by Fei Jie had already stagnated all his wounds, there was no hope.

Logically speaking, he should have died long ago, but he was not dead. He just opened his eyes and stared at the snow-white walls in the house, staring at the long-legged mosquito in the corner, watching the mosquito tremble, suffering, waiting for the mosquito to not be able to bear it. He fell off the wall.

The emotions in the eyes of the Grand Master were very calm and calm, and seemed to have seen through everything in the world, including the last part of life, the great fear between life and death.

In these eyes, there was no trace of violent murderous intent of slashing a hundred tiger guards when the sword was slaughtered, nor a trace of bloody sword intent when the slaughtered the mansion, nor a trace of indomitable fighting spirit, and even the fun of staring at the ants moving under the big green tree many years ago. There was only peace and the shadow of the dry yellow-brown long-legged mosquito.

The dying Sigu Jian refused to die because he was waiting for someone.

The door was gently pushed open, and the slightly warm twilight from the outside penetrated, and the shadow of the young man was projected to the ground.

Sigu Jian did not waste his last life and looked at him, nor did he say anything. He knew that since the other party had come back, he would naturally tell himself something he wanted to hear.

Fan Xian left Kyoto, turned to Weizhou, and sneaked to Shijia Village. He worked hard for several days and finally met with the inspector's headquarters outside Dongyi City. Without delaying any time, he rushed to Jianlu. He pushed the door in with Yun Zhilan's somewhat indifferent gaze, pushed the door and entered again, pushed the door and entered again, and passed the triple door, accompanied by the sound of rapid footsteps, and came to Sigujian's side.

He looked at the head of Sigujian exposed from the thick quilt, and then he realized that the body of the sword saint was indeed extremely thin. Even though he had covered three quilts, it was still a very small part, which made his head look particularly huge.

When he arrived at this field, Sigu Jian was not dead yet. This fact made Fan Xian secretly frightened. He looked at the old and cold face and said, "If you don't wash the Huachi shape, you will still be destroyed. You should lure the sky spring to your body..."

Without saying anything about the intention of His Majesty Emperor Qing, without discussing the future of Dongyi City, and without telling the secrets in his heart, Fan Xian immediately recited the nameless skills he had practiced since childhood, and he clearly and generously recited them one by one.

The Wuming Gong Zhi was divided into two volumes. Fan Xian had only practiced the first volume for more than 20 years in his life. Although he could memorize the second volume, he had no progress at all. These words seemed to be engraved in his mind and would not forget them at all. At this time, he was recited in front of Sigujian's bed, and it only took a few breaths to gather together.

He didn't have to consider whether the Sigu Jian could understand or remember it, because even if the other party was about to die, he was also a great master after all.

As Fan Xian said, Sigu Jian's gaze gradually retracted from the mosquito at the corner of the wall. He was staring at the space in front of him, and his indifferent eyes became sharp. He condensed like a sword, and the sword body gradually shone, shining, and extremely hot.

Fan Xian closed his lips, and then waited quietly and quietly.

Without his explanation, Sigu Jian could naturally hear these exquisite sentences, incredible and extremely rough methods of practicing qi. The mental method he recited was the true master of the domineering Emperor Qing's lineage.

Sigu Jian's eyes gradually lit up to the extreme as Fan Xian read it, and faded as Fan Xian shut up his mouth.

"How to repair the second half of the volume?" Fan Xian lowered his head and asked respectfully.

"No." Sigu Jian's voice was extremely weak and hoarse, but his answer was extremely firm.

Fan Xian was not disappointed and continued to ask calmly: "But His Majesty has compiled the second half of the volume. It is the kingly way."

"The ultimate of domineering is the king's way?" I wonder if I finally knew the secret of Emperor Qing's martial arts before dying. The spirit of Sigujian was much better than before, and his voice gradually became smoother. He said with a slight mockery: "It's still domineering to the top. Could it be that your emperor really thinks there will be any substantial changes?"

"But the facts have proved this." Fan Xian lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty has compiled the second half of the volume. I want to know how he did it, and whether this will have any impact on him."

Sigu Jian fell into silence, and his faint eyes gradually showed a slight doubt. Finally, it turned into a smile after understanding all things, and said softly: "The meridians of the body always have limits. Even if you are a little monster, there are always limits."

"So under the big green tree and in the city lord's mansion, you taught me that my mind should be the first. There are always limits in human body, but there is no limit to the mind and will." Fan Xian continued.

"Ordinary..." Sigu Jian coughed twice. His cold body was trembling under the quilt. No one knew better than this great master. No matter how much he could become an extraordinary figure in the holy land, once his vitality was broken and his body was destroyed, he was actually similar to an ordinary person.

"If it can really surpass the limit of the human body." Sigu Jian slowly closed his eyes and began to calculate the scenes on Dadong Mountain in his mind.

The rain fell on the top of the mountain, and the point of the rain broke into Kuhe's eyebrows. In a moment, half of the lake entered, and broke through Kuhe's flesh sac.

That's the finger!

Sigu Jian suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils narrowed sharply, and finally shrank into a small black dot like the tip of the sword. He said at an extremely slow speed: "When you reach half a lake with one finger, no one can produce true energy at such a fast speed, because the meridians of the human body are finally able to practice, no matter how large it is, there are still restrictions."

Fan Xian was not on the mountain at that time, and he didn't know what Sigu Jian was thinking. He couldn't understand this sentence. He thought that everyone would practice martial arts and improve their realm, and they would revolve around the words "real" and "strategy" and "strategy" and "strategy" are the so-called skills. Now, the word "sense" taught by Sigu Jian is added. However, the word "real" is a real personal cultivation. Whether it is the Qi Hai Dantian of an ordinary practitioner or his own two circumferences, the snow mountain behind his waist must have a foundation and then follow the meridians.

The human body has meridians, so it is naturally limited by meridians. He felt that Sigu Jian's words were like nonsense... However, Fan Xian gradually realized what Sigu Jian was saying, and his face changed slightly.

In Sigujian's deep eyes, which were as cold as a ray of cold, extremely complex emotions oozed out. These emotions eventually turned into extremely strong sarcasm, and coupled with the sliver of the slightest streaks squeezed out of the corners of his lips, it looked very mean and contempt.

A low and weird laughter sounded from the dry lips of Sigujian, which seemed particularly harsh. I don’t know if he was laughing at the Emperor Qing Kingdom, laughing at himself, or laughing at Fan Xian for overestimating his ability, and actually wanted to learn the second half of the Wuming Art.

He looked at Fan Xian calmly and said word by word: "There are no meridians in Emperor Qing's body."

Although he had guessed a little from the previous speech of Sigu Jian, after hearing this, Fan Xian's mind was still as if he was struck by lightning, and it sounded like a buzzing sound. He was shocked and confused. The emperor had no meridians in his body? But how could anyone without meridians survive!

"The second half of the volume is still domineering. If you want to continue practicing, only the meridians will burst and die. Even if you are lucky, you will only become a lifelong disabled person." Sigu Jian looked at Fan Xian and said coldly: "But if you don't break the meridians, you will never be able to do the luck methods in the second half of the volume. Those directions are not normal. If you practice for another fifty years, it will be useless."

Fan Xian took several deep breaths and forced his shock to suppress his heart. Of course, he knew that Sigu Jian's analysis was correct. As early as a few years ago, he had already trained the domineering true energy to the top. At that time, he had already stepped into the threshold of the ninth grade. It was when his spirit was full. Outside the Kyoto Government Office, he broke Xie Bi'an's sword. Unexpectedly, the true energy in his body turbulently broke, causing his meridians to be damaged by seven or eight injuries.

He worked extremely hard to cure his injuries, but he ended up being behind the Hang-Off Temple. When a chase and Shadow Kill became sexually aroused, the hidden dangers in his body became more severely injured. He was finally stabbed by Shadow.

Fan Xian encountered the big hidden danger of practicing the Domineering Arts to the end twice. To be more precise, when he was a child, Teacher Fei Jie had already noticed the great danger he would inevitably encounter in the future, so he left him the big red pill.

The big red pill was finally sent to the empress dowager's lips. But Fan Xian knew that it was just because of his good luck, so he survived after two times of true qi breaking through the limit and severe damage to the meridians.

He relied on Haitang Duoduo's life-saving grace, and on the secret natural martial arts of the Beiqi Tianyi Dao. In Jiangnan, he used the natural true qi of Tianyi Dao to repair it for a long time before he cured the damage on the meridians. Until the last two streams of true qi with completely different properties were cultivated to great success at the same time. The two circles in the body operated independently and supported each other, and he truly stayed away from the great danger of the true qi storing the body and left the shadow that had been with him since childhood.

However, today I have confirmed from Sigu Jian that if you want to practice the second half of the scroll, you must let the true qi rush the body and smash all the meridians in your body into pieces. When Fan Xian thought about this, his face turned pale and he lay on the bed. He was hard to eat and speak. This kind of life is not a place for people to live. Moreover, the meridians in your body are broken, how can people survive?

"If you can survive after the meridians are broken, it depends on your destiny." Sigu Jian said coldly: "Emperor Qing is undoubtedly a person with great luck."

Even if he was about to die, Sigu Jian refused to admit that Emperor Qing was the one who was destined to be the one whom he was destined to be.

Fan Xian was silent for a long time, then shook his head: "Lucky cannot solve the problem. My luck is also good. When my meridians were damaged for the first time, I did not die. But I know that if my meridians were broken, I could only become a useless person, and the pain that was everywhere in my body was not something that people could tolerate."

"But Emperor Qing endured it and survived." Sigu Jian lowered his eyes slightly and sighed undetectively.

Fan Xian fell into a state of dementia. He had many dreams or ideals in his life. He did not mention the secular problems of his wife, children, and money. He only said that the nameless skill that accompanied him in his entire second life had become a part of his life. Although he had never said it clearly, he was very eager to practice this skill until the second volume.

It has nothing to do with breaking through the realm and becoming a master, it is purely a desire. However, this desire has become an unattainable luxury at this time. You can survive even if you break the meridians and have to endure the inhuman pain. You have to forcefully raise the true energy that is dispersed into starry fragments in your body, survive the stiffness of the whole body, force yourself to keep your mind and re-cultivate...

Fan Xian suddenly remembered that Chen Pingping and his father had mentioned to him that Nan Qing carried out the first Northern Expedition against the Great Wei Dynasty. The emperor was defeated by General Zhan Qingfeng. He was also seriously injured, his whole body was stiff and unable to move, and he almost died.

It seems that Your Majesty’s breakthrough in martial arts is on the battlefield that is changing rapidly and extremely dangerous!

Fan Xian couldn't help but sigh. No matter what his emotional perception of the emperor, he still felt admiration when he thought about the scenes on the battlefield, the tortures that the middle-aged man had suffered in his body, and the wonderful changes.

"What else do you need besides destiny?" Fan Xian asked to himself.

"Perseverance is not ordinary perseverance, otherwise it would be impossible to survive the pain, the torment between life and death, the fear of being closed in the darkness and struggling with the unknown."

Sigu Jian said indifferently, although he had never practiced the nameless skill, he only needed one thought, and he knew how the Emperor Qing had experienced the second half of the volume.

"Emperor Qing must have been in great pain back then... This is exactly why I was happy just now." Before Fan Xian could answer the conversation, Sigu Jian continued to laugh and said, "However, I admire the will and perseverance that those who can resist this level have."

"I can't do it, nor can you." Sigu Jian said: "There is probably only one in the world who has such will and can be so cruel to himself. Just stop this idea."
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