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Relics of Time and Space Chapter 23 Unlocking the Vitality

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    The majestic and spectacular mountain peaks are rolling up and down for thousands of miles. The tall ancient trees in the valley are green and lush. The roots of the beards protrude from the peaks and are intertwined. It is full of ancient charm. The quiet woods exude the atmosphere of ancient times.  , gloomy and vicissitudes of life.  The white clouds float leisurely on the mountainside, gathering and dispersing, circling uncertainly, like a beautiful fairy wearing a long robe that sweeps the floor, dancing in the sound of nature, light and elegant, and swaying freely.  On the mountain peaks that remain unchanged all year round, there is white snow, the cold wind is whistling, the air is icy cold, and there are traces of white air. It is like a dream. Although the scenery is good, there is no singing of birds and fragrance of flowers. I have never even seen the footprints of animals. Today, I have never seen it.  Surprisingly, there were two more figures.  I saw an old man with immortal style and beautiful beard, who was as dazzling as the stars in the sky. His wide robe with the Eight Diagrams painted on it was fluttering in the wind behind him, and his hands were constantly flying in the air, forming various shapes.  This kind of handprint is like the gestures of ancient ancestors at the altar to worship heaven and earth. It is slow and solemn, and the face is full of reverence.  Soon a huge Tai Chi Bagua pattern measuring one foot square appeared in front of him, forming a circle and floating quietly, like the chaotic state of the world before it opened. A curve in the middle was divided into two colors, black and white, one yin and one yang, symbolizing the mother of all things.  , the looming purple surrounding it is distinct from the white air all over the mountain.  After a moment, the man stood up and stood upside down in the air. The huge Tai Chi Bagua diagram in front of him enveloped the young man sitting cross-legged and rotated rapidly with him as the center.  These two people are Zhao Yi and Shen Congliang.  Zhao Yi suddenly stretched out his right hand, and his left hand formed the shape of an orchid, ready to go. The fingers of his right hand suddenly stretched out, and a stream of purple energy shot out from between the fingers.  Temple, Baihui point.  Shen Congliang's handsome face moved, and the corner of his mouth twitched, as if there was pain somewhere in his body, and then returned to normal. Zhao Yi on top of his head did not wait for his right hand to retract, and pointed with his left hand and his fingers, his eyes bright, as if for the last time.  Draw an image of something beloved.  The cold air around you is constantly being driven away by the purple air, and gradually only the auspicious purple air is left, even covering the entire Tai Chi Bagua diagram. The purple air is dense, peaceful and quiet.  Zhao Yi suddenly slapped Shen Congliang on the top of his head with his palm, and flicked or touched other parts of his body with his other hand. Every time, purple shot out, like a long snake spitting out a message, and the sound of hissing was endless.  Shen Congliang's face turned from white to red to blue, then turned purple and enveloped his face, as if he was swallowed by purple energy. After about a meal, it gradually turned white, thereby restoring the original color of the skin.  At the same time, blood oozed from the fingers of his hands, dripping drop by drop on the white snow. It was bright and eye-catching. If you look closely, you will find that his nails have already penetrated into his jade-like skin, and there are still traces of blood from the joints.  blood.  Finally, Zhao Yi¡¯s palm touched Shen Congliang¡¯s back, and the two of them seemed to be in trance. The purple energy dissipated, and the cold white energy regrouped around the two of them like a life-threatening demon.  I don¡¯t know how long it took, but Zhao Yi¡¯s forehead oozed out small drops of sweat, which gathered into a rain line along with a few wrinkles, dripping down from his face. Then he withdrew his right hand, crossed his legs and closed his eyes while saying in his mouth: "Shoulders should be flat.  Shun, the chest is out and closed, the back is round and upright, the waist is relaxed, the hips are open, the inhalation is released and the exhalation is released.  The blood energy is directed towards the heart, and when a person sleeps, it is as if his life has returned to the Yin. The lungs are the palace of legend, to move the energy and essence of the internal organs "" Shen Congliang followed Zhao Yi's words, constantly correcting his posture, and at the same time his hands were flying in the air.  .  At first, the language was simple and easy to understand. Later, Shen Congliang also had only a little understanding. He didn't know why. He slowly lowered his hands and looked at Zhao Yi. He didn't know when he had stood up.  Zhao Yi thought to himself that these methods of luck were originally taught by his great disciple Kong Lingyun. Counting on his fingers, he had not taught his disciples step by step like this for decades. Today was probably the last time he taught his disciples. He was working hard, right in front of him.  The young people are their close disciples.  Fortunately, Shen Congliang is talented and smart. Otherwise, no matter how well-educated he is, he would probably be angry because he has repeated these words countless times. He has already become so familiar with them that he is too lazy to mention them, and is even a little tired of them.  Zhao Yi patiently explained the meaning of each sentence. Later, when he said the beginning, Shen Congliang was able to tell the rest. It was really easy to understand.  Shen Congliang felt that he was gradually coming out of the fog. He vaguely found some clues and touched some connections. It seemed that there was a smooth road ahead, with a smooth plain. About an hour later, the sky started to get a little dark, the cold wind blew faster, and the howling wind sounded.  , like a demon crawling out of hell, grinning ferociously, blending into the crowd.The ravages of the environment.  The white snowflakes floated down through the dim sky along the straight cliff, like willow catkins in March, falling on Zhao Yi's face and body and melting instantly. Although he was still pale, he showed a knowing smile.  , as if fulfilling a wish, and said: "Behind you is a cave with some food in it. When you can practice your fingers to draw purple air, you can go down the mountain and return to where we live, but there is only three days of food in it.  ." Shen Congliang was stunned and asked, "Where are you?" Before he could finish, Zhao Yi disappeared into the vast white clouds.  Looking at the empty surroundings of the mountain, you can¡¯t see anything at all except the white air surrounding it. Occasionally, you can see some green things, which may be coniferous trees exposed by the white air blown away by the wind.  At this time, only Shen Congliang stood alone with his hands behind his hands, staring blankly at the white clouds where Zhao Yi disappeared. Waves of cold air eroded his thin body, swallowing and surrounding him like a monster. No one knew that Bai Yun was behind him.  How many unknown fears are hidden in the foggy distance.  Although Shen Congliang didn't know why his master left in such a hurry, he could guess that his master had consumed a lot of energy and needed to rest and recover.  What puzzled him the most was what happened in the ten days when the master disappeared. It seemed that he had changed a lot when he came back this time, and he was even a completely different person. The most obvious thing was that he was mentally depressed, and the anger on his face appeared and disappeared.  , especially the fierce look in his eyes. It stands to reason that with his almost immortal level of cultivation, even if he flies thousands of miles and fights for ten days and ten nights, he will not be so tired.  Thinking is about thinking, and doubts are doubts. The most urgent thing to delay is to practice the exercises and increase your own cultivation. Otherwise, if you don't starve to death, you will freeze to death.  After Zhao Yi unblocked the true energy just now, Shen Congliang clearly felt that the true energy from the internal organs was flowing into the meridians, permeating all parts of the body and limbs, just like breathing air through the nose. Every time he performs a skill,  Then there will be true energy flowing out from the internal organs, like water from a spring, slowly and calmly, as if there is a dam throttling the flow, and not too much will flow out every time.  In Chinese medical books, the internal organs of the human body are called "the five internal organs". "Zang" means "treasure" and "fu" means "fu", which originally meant gathering and accumulating money.  On the day, Shen Congliang's vitality absorbed in Tibetan Pavilion was all incorporated into the five internal organs and seal, otherwise, with the body of his mortal, his body was already bursting and his veins died.  However, during the absorption process, even those who have practiced Kung Fu are unable to bear it. At least their heart vessels are damaged and they will no longer be able to embark on the path of cultivation. He is an exception, but there is nothing strange about Shen Congliang's body when he examines it.  There is no magic weapon on his body to protect him. Even though Zhao Yi is a scholar and knowledgeable, he is still confused and unable to understand.  Now Zhao Yi helped him unblock it again and used his own vitality to suppress it, otherwise just opening up the bloodline would not have consumed him for so long and so much vitality.  Now Shen Congliang is a second-generation rich man with a huge fortune. He just needs to learn how to spend it. With the guidance of a once-in-a-lifetime famous teacher like Zhao Yi, practicing will naturally get twice the result with half the effort.  On the vast snow-capped mountains, Shen Congliang practiced according to Zhao Yi's teachings, forgetting to eat and sleep. At every critical moment, he always had a tenacity to refuse to admit defeat, supporting his perseverance in continuing.  When the dusk falls and the sun sets, light snow begins to fall. The snowflakes flutter and fall rustlingly. The afterglow of the setting sun casts a layer of color on the white world, making it like walking into a fairy tale world.  Shen Congliang wiped the sweat from his forehead, his stomach growling unsatisfactorily, as if protesting his indifference.  I didn't practice my skills well, so you called me first. Shen Congliang muttered to himself, turned around and followed the master's instructions to the cave behind to look for food. He unexpectedly found crooked marks, messy, extending from the outside to the cave.  And there were signs of fighting inside.  ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: The deep footprints are as long as my own arms, bigger than the footprints of elephants I have seen, it is simply beyond my common sense.  What kind of monster is this? Thinking of this, my feet trembled involuntarily. Is it better to go in or not? Although some people die for money and birds die for food, they are not pushed to that extent. Now just to order something to eat, it is a bit awkward to rush in.  It's worth it.
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