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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 1: Beiming

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    Chapter 1 Beiming

    Yunnan Wuliang Mountain Jianhu Palace

    "In a small courtyard, a young man wearing a green shirt was slowly practicing his sword. He was of medium height and had an ordinary appearance. He looked a bit dull and honest.

    With his eyes slightly closed, he moved slowly and slowly, as if practicing Tai Chi sword, with a calm look on his dull face.

    Suddenly, the door was knocked open with a bang, and a young man rushed in and shouted: "Guanlan, Guanlan, Master is greeting you!"

    The dull young man stopped his sword and turned around, opened his eyes and glanced at him.

    He slowly sheathed his sword, picked up the towel on the shelf next to him, wiped his sweat-free forehead, and said, "Senior Brother Song, Master summoned me?!"

    The young man rubbed his hands, nodded hurriedly, stamped his feet, and urged urgently: "My Junior Brother Xiao, just hurry up! Don't be so slow! If you are too slow, just wait for Master to complain!"

    Xiao Guanlan smiled calmly, still slowly: "Master pays little attention to me, why did he suddenly call me here today?"

    Senior Brother Song was angry and anxious. He took his arm and walked out. As he stepped out of the threshold, he said: "So many words! Master calls you, just go!"

    "Okay, let go, I'll just walk by myself!" Xiao Yuesheng said hurriedly, pulling out his arm and smiling helplessly.

    Senior Brother Song smiled and said: "That's right, you, your slow temper is so annoying!"

    The two walked out side by side, followed a path, passed rows of houses, climbed up the mountain, and saw a palace on the top from a distance.

    There are three palaces around it, arranged in four directions, forming a square.

    Xiao Guanlan¡¯s feet were light and while he looked around, past events emerged.

    A year ago, when he woke up, he found that he was possessed by a young man. The man had passed out. When he possessed his soul, he woke up again, but his injuries were critical.

    He was in Jianhu Palace, but thanks to the efforts of the leader Zuo Zimu to save him, he just saved his life and slowly recuperated in the Wuliang Sword Sect.

    As he recovered from his injuries, he slowly merged with the memory of this body.

    This body has some origins. His family was originally on the border of Xixia, and his father was a member of the officialdom of the Song Dynasty. He became Cheng Yilang and later returned home.

    Unexpectedly, late one night, a group of martial arts masters suddenly burst into the home and killed everyone on sight. My parents were killed on the spot.

    He was snatched out by more than a dozen guards and fled south. He was chased and killed, and finally fled into Dali Kingdom. Only two of the dozen guards were left.

    When they saw that the enemy was catching up with him again, they used a clever trick to hide him in a grain truck, find someone to hold him hostage, and then took another route to lure away the pursuers.

    He was injured and fell into coma as soon as he got into the car. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the road. A disciple of Wuliang Sword Sect happened to pass by and rescued him back to Jianhu Palace. Zuo Zimu Yungong healed his injury and saved his life.  .

    He thought again that he was a person in modern society and had a successful career. Just when he was about to enjoy success, he contracted a terminal illness. When the treatment failed, he began to practice Taoist inner elixir techniques.

    When he was about to die, his inner alchemy was slightly accomplished. Although his body was burned, his soul remained, and in the chaos, he actually possessed this young man.

    Being able to not die and live again is an indescribable joy for a person who has died once.

    After he recovered from his injuries, he joined the Wuliang Sword Sect, which was popular all over the world and was extremely dangerous. He had no strength to restrain a chicken, and there were enemies chasing him, so he was naturally the best choice.

    Although the body is the same but the soul is different, to outsiders, he is still the same person. Those enemies will never let him go. The only way is to practice hard and become a master to protect himself.

    Under the Mind Flying Escape Technique, the memories of the Divine Eagle and other four generations have been stripped away, leaving only modern memories in his mind.

    ??????????????????? When your cultivation reaches a certain level, the five elements can be unified into one, and you can gain insight into the past lives.

    His soul is powerful, far better than ordinary people. It is manifested by his photographic memory, sharp thinking, and extraordinary intelligence.

    Having only practiced swordsmanship for one year, Wuliang Sword Sect has become proficient in swordsmanship. In terms of swordsmanship alone, no one in the sect can match it.

    But he was not happy. Instead, he was surprised. Although his swordsmanship was excellent, his internal strength had not improved at all. He was no different from someone who had never practiced internal strength.

    Zuo Zimu Dajue was surprised by this situation and checked him over. He shook his head and sighed, shouting that it was a pity that his meridians had shrunk and become extremely thin, making him no longer suitable for martial arts practice.

    According to his speculation, it was because of the internal injury last time. The other party's palm strength was strange and vicious. Although the injury was healed, it left behind troubles.

    Based on his current qualifications, even if he practices for ten years, it is not as good as one year for others.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?He was determined and determined, and instead of getting discouraged, he tried to find a solution.

    He no longer practices internal strength every day, but practices inner alchemy, hoping to repair and strengthen his body through inner alchemy.

    "Ordinary martial arts masters, when meditating and practicing, only vaguely feel the internal force flowing in the meridians, and have no real power of inner vision.

    "Xiao Yuesheng's soul is powerful, but he has the power of inner vision. The conditions in his body can be clearly seen, and the meridians are as thin as hair.

    And he has seen other senior brothers, the meridians in their bodies are as thick as fingers. According to the size ratio, he has been practicing for ten years, I am afraid he is not as good as one day of them!

    Seeing his qualifications, Zuo Zimu Dajue was disappointed. He thought that the Wuliang Sword East Sect would be proud of having a young prodigy in his sect, but his joy was in vain. Disappointed, he stopped paying attention to him.

    Xiao Yuesheng still did not give up. He inquired carefully with his senior brothers and heard in the chat that Beiqiao Feng and Nan Murong were the two top masters in the world, but they didn't know who was higher and who was lower.

    Hearing this, Xiao Yuesheng's heart moved, and his vague memory gradually became clearer. It seemed that he heard the name, and then he suddenly realized that it was the Eight Tribes of Demi-Gods!

    He couldn¡¯t help but be excited. He remembered that when he was in junior high school, he was extremely obsessed with martial arts novels, and even delayed his studies because of it.

    ¡°It¡¯s just that when I came to the society, I worked hard and worked hard all day long, and I realized that there are no knights in the world. Even if you have good martial arts, in modern society, your situation is often bleak and you are not as good as ordinary people.

    As the dream of martial arts faded, these memories gradually became blurred. When he remembered it, it was vague and unclear.

    But he still remembered some plots, Wuliang Sword Sect, Beiming Divine Art, Lingbo Weibu, flashed in his mind.

    It took him half a year to search slowly. He plowed through the entire Wuliang Mountain carefully, not missing any detail. He finally found the secret room, saw the statue of the Jade Girl, and learned the Beiming Divine Technique and the  Lingbo took a slight step.

    After studying it, he returned the scroll with only some modifications.

    There are thirty-six pictures of Bei Ming Sheng Gong. He only kept the first picture, the Taiyin Lung Meridian of the Hand, and erased all the other thirty-five pictures.

    He once thought that Beiming's magical power was extremely powerful, and since he had acquired it, he should destroy these things and prevent others from getting them.

    But then I thought that without these, the world of Tian Long Ba Bu would be too boring, so I left a picture as a small effort to see the excitement.

    Not surprisingly, this picture was destined to Duan Yu, and Duan Yu was a kind-hearted person, so he had no problem getting it.

    "Besides, the next three pictures are methods of restraint. Even if he has profound skills, he has no power to fight back in front of him.

    He also has a deeper meaning. Beiming's magical skills are too taboo. Although he hides his clumsiness and tries his best to hide it, one day his secret will be revealed. Someone needs to attract others' attention so that he can be at ease.

    Like a brilliant chess player, he only takes one move and counts the moves, he doesn't care about the length of the moment, and he is able to give up small gains. His mind is a little deeper than ordinary people.

    The most amazing thing about Beiming's magical power is that it can absorb other people's internal energy, but his meridians are too thin and fragile. If he absorbs other people's internal energy, it will directly destroy the meridians, which is like seeking death.

    After this, he could only practice step by step.

    "Beiming's magical skill is quite mysterious. There are two ways to increase internal power. One is to absorb external forces for one's own use. The other is to practice oneself. Just like ordinary internal skills and mental methods, one can cultivate Beiming's true energy.

    The cultivation of the latter is very important. After absorbing it, the internal energy will be mixed and impure, or even opposite in nature, conflicting with each other. If one is not good, it will even backfire on itself.

    Beiming's magical skill has a unique mental method. It integrates these internal forces into one and develops Beiming's true energy. Beiming's true energy is so refined and pure that it has unique magical effects.

    Since he came to this world, his biggest wish is to live forever.

    Only after you die once can you realize the value of life, and your desire for immortality becomes more and more firm.

    If you want to live forever, you need to practice Taoist inner alchemy and practice it to the highest level, so that you can be indestructible and immortal.

    He cultivated in his previous life because he was in a peaceful state of mind and devoted himself to survival. He also had the help of extremely expensive medicinal materials. He practiced to a small degree and his soul was immortal.

    "But that body's meridians are extremely thick, far larger than those of ordinary people. It is a natural Taoist body. It can be cultivated very quickly, but time is ultimately too late.

    Taoist inner alchemy focuses on practicing the essence to turn into qi, practicing the qi into spirit, and practicing the spirit to return to emptiness.

    Although this qi is innate qi and not the internal power of people in the martial arts world, it still has to travel along the meridians and accumulate in the sea of ??qi. When it is full and clears the barrier, it forms the inner elixir.

    If the meridians of the body are small, it is impossible to cultivate the inner alchemy. With his current body, there is no hope of practicing inner alchemy for the rest of his life.

      He used the method of inner vision to study the Beiming Divine Art, hoping to find a solution.

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    Xiao Yuesheng sighed secretly while recalling the past, and followed Senior Brother Song as he walked inside and arrived at the main hall in the middle.

    In the empty hall, an old man in his fifties sat in a chair, twirling his long beard with his hand, thoughtfully, as if thinking about something.

    Hearing the footsteps, he looked up, showed a smile, and waved: "Guanlan, no need to be polite, come and sit!"

    "Thank you, Master." Xiao Yuesheng fisted his fist and sat down without any politeness.

    Although this master, Zuo Zimu, was not very powerful, his swordsmanship was exquisite. Although Xiao Yuesheng had no deep feelings for him, after all, he had saved his life and was quite close to him.

    As soon as he sat down, he went straight to the point: "Master summoned his disciples, what are your instructions?"

    "Guanlan, alas I have wronged you for a while!" Zuo Zimu stroked his long beard, shook his head and sighed.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said: "Master, where are these words?! I am grateful to the master for saving my life and being accepted as a disciple. I am extremely grateful. I only regret that I am unable to repay. How can I be wronged?!"

    "Alas I know, my master, that you have always wanted to take revenge, but you hate yourself for not being able to practice internal skills and being tortured!" Zuo Zimu looked at him with pity.

    "This is my disciple's unlucky fate. I can't blame others." Xiao Yuesheng smiled bitterly.

    "You can't take revenge if you stay in Jianhu Palace. I came up with an idea for my master." Zuo Zimu said with a smile, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to him.

    Xiao Yuesheng stood up, took it with both hands, glanced at it, and looked at Zuo Zimu doubtfully.

    Zuo Zimu twisted his beard and smiled, very proud, and said: "My teacher wants you to go to Shaolin and become a disciple of Master Xuanbei!"

    "Be a monk?" Xiao Yuesheng was startled.

    Zuo Zimu¡¯s face sank: ¡°Why, you can¡¯t even avenge your parents?!¡±

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, thought for a while, and said: "Master, the Shaolin Temple has always been very strict in accepting disciples. To get started, you have to chop firewood for three years, carry water for three years, and then teach martial arts Can Master Xuanbei accept me as a disciple?"

    Zuo Zimu twirled his long beard and said thoughtfully: "My father has an old relationship with Master Xuanbei As for success or failure, it all depends on your luck!"

    "Thank you, Master!" Xiao Yuesheng bowed deeply, feeling grateful in his heart.

    Zuo Zimu waved his hand and sighed: "It's a pity that you are so smart just leave after the competition!"

    "Yes!" Xiao Yuesheng nodded, took the letter into his arms, and said, "Master, I have something I want to say."

    "Say it!" Zuo Zimu waved his hand.

    "It's about the Shennong Gang" Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "We and the Shennong Gang are completely enemies. According to what the disciples see, it's better to strike first!"

    "It's inappropriate to strike first" Zuo Zimu glanced at him, flashing with surprise, as if he didn't expect this young disciple to be so ruthless, he shook his head and sighed.

    Xiao Yuesheng pretended not to see it, frowned and said: "Master, is it for the martial arts competition?"

    Zuo Zimu nodded approvingly: "Well the Shennong Gang is not a soft persimmon. If you want to destroy them, you will inevitably lose your troops. If you miss the competition and are kicked out of Jianhu Palace, it will be a big loss for a small gain!"

    ??????

    "Stop talking! I have made up my mind! After the competition, deal with them carefully!" Zuo Zimu waved his hand and said impatiently.

    Xiao Yuesheng sighed, as his master, he was too small-minded to listen to others.

    He felt helpless and continued to say: "Master, if I were the Shennong Gang, I would make a sneak attack during the competition, bring in some poisonous smoke with the wind, and catch them all in one fell swoop!"

    "Shut up!" Zuo Zimu shouted, eyes widened, waving his hands: "Okay, okay, go back!"
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