Following the long breathing rhythm, Meng Qi's internal energy is released from the pubic region, turns through three passes, passes through the door of life, enters the Niwan, and finally converges in the Shanzhong, snow and snow fall, and all rivers return to the sea.
After a few weeks like this, Meng Qi gradually grasped the secrets of the "Shaolin Heart Method", so his breath sank and he opened his eyes.
At this time, Xuan Chi, who taught the mind method just now, had disappeared, and the sound of punching to the flesh came from the quiet room.
Meng Qi's heart moved, he stood up, and was about to walk out of the quiet room and enter the Great Hall of Martial Arts.
It's not that he doesn't pay attention to the cultivation of internal strength, but that apart from being assigned to patrol or be on duty, the current self can only touch Jie Dao and practice sword skills in the Yanwu Hall. As for carrying Zhou Tian and enhancing internal strength, you can wait until The Great Hall of Martial Arts is closed, and we will do it after returning to the meditation room.
"Junior brother, let's go out together?" Meng Qi asked casually when he saw that Zhenhui had also opened his eyes.
Zhenhui's face was rosy, and his eyes were confused, as if he had just woken up. When asked by Meng Qi, he said embarrassedly: "Brother, that hot mouse is very fun. I want to practice mental skills for a while."
"Well, it's time for you to lay the foundation, and strive to open up the dantian as soon as possible." Meng Qi smiled, pushed open the door of the quiet room, and returned to the hall.
In the left corner of the Martial Arts Hall, there is a weapon rack, mainly long sticks and knives, mixed with a small amount of long swords and other things. Two deacon monks in yellow clothes stand on each side to prevent accidental injuries during monks' duel training.
Meng Qi looked around and saw that Zhen Yong was exercising Arhat boxing with others to the core, so he didn't go up to say hello, went straight to the weapon rack, picked up an unsharpened Jie Dao, weighed it, and placed it Open the posture, and practice slowly and clumsily from beginning to end according to the "Five Tigers Broken Door Sword Technique" given by Qi Xia.
A deacon monk next to him saw Meng Qi practicing the saber, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes, his gaze was like lightning. After watching for a while, he found that Meng Qi was practicing the most basic and common saber technique. He shook his head, turned his head, and continued. Pay attention to the duels of other monks.
Meng Qi used every move, and gradually forgot everything around him, and immersed himself in his own world of saber techniques. He swung the saber like the wind, unrestrained and free, and constantly checked the cheats to correct his mistakes.
After an unknown amount of time, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Meng Qi's forehead, he put away the knife and turned around, savoring the harvest just now.
"Phew, if you have this level of effect in practicing the saber every day, you will be able to master this saber technique in about a month." Meng Qi exhaled, secretly delighted, then put on his posture again and waved the Jiedao.
This time, Meng Qi's "Five Tigers Breaking Doors Knife" seemed quite messy, because he had already focused on his own footsteps, and the saber technique was only to cover up that he was practicing the "Eight Steps of God's Walk". So as not to be discovered by the deacon monk.
Half an hour later, Meng Qi, who had a good memory, roughly memorized the footwork of the "Eight Steps of God's Walk". With the addition of internal strength, it was not difficult to improve luck. However, not to mention mastery, Meng Qi The feeling of self is still far away, as if something is separated by a layer, hazy, and can't be pierced. At present, I can only remember the complicated steps, which is useless at all.
"It seems that you have to practice in combination with actual combat to find the knack of this gait." After practicing all night, Meng Qi was also exhausted. After reinserting Jie Dao on the weapon rack, he walked towards Zhenyong.
"Huh, Junior Brother Zhending, have you mastered the 'Shaolin Mind Method'?" Zhenyong half-bent his body, put his hands on his knees, and panted heavily. The previous duels exhausted him a lot.
Meng Qi smiled and said: "Brother Zhenyong, have you forgotten that I have already opened up the dantian?"
"Yes, look at my brain!" Zhenyong patted his bald head, and slowly straightened his waist, "Go back to the meditation room now?"
The meditation room of the Wu Monk Academy is shared by two people, and Meng Qi and Zhen Hui live next door to Zhen Yong.
Meng Qi nodded, and was about to say to call Zhenhui, when he suddenly saw a burly monk bumping into another monk viciously in front of him.
With a bang, the thinner monk was knocked back a few steps, looking at the opposite side in shock and anger, but before he could speak, the tall monk who bumped into him said viciously: "You hit me! ? Do you want to practice a duel with me, well, let's practice!"
The thinner monk's face turned pale, and there was obvious fear in his expression, but he didn't refuse. He put on a posture and fought with the tall and fierce monk.
The result was no surprise. The monk was punched two or three times by the burly monk and broke the defense. He was beaten up, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he staggered towards the gate of the Yanwu Hall.
And the bully-like monk waved his fist triumphantly, showing off to his companions around him.
Meng Qi was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.Finally stopping to think about what he had gained, he launched a fierce offensive, and with the help of the iron cloth shirt and the momentum of a life-and-death struggle, he quickly knocked the truth to the ground and beat him up.
"Masterbrother" Zhenliang gritted his teeth and growled. He didn't believe that he would lose at all. He clearly had the upper hand a few breaths ago. Why did this little monk become a scourge in an instant? Hitting him was like tickling him!
Meng Qi looked down and looked at Zhenliang: "Hey, the younger brother seems to be still not convinced? Shall we continue?"
Facing this guy who looked more like a bully than himself, Zhenliang had no choice but to grit his teeth, stopped talking, and slowly got up.
Meng Qi was proficient in Arhat Boxing, and also vaguely grasped the essence of the "Eight Steps of Spiritual Walking". It was just when the body and mind were at ease, and he looked around, looking eager to find someone to practice again.
With a huff, the monks around him dispersed like birds and beasts.
"It's really embarrassing" Meng Qi shook his head, and looked at the bruised and swollen face again.
Zhenquan shivered inexplicably, and ran away without even thinking about it.
"Junior Brother Zhending, your horizontal kung fu practice is really extraordinary." Zhenyong came up to compliment, and at this time, Zhenhui also came out of the quiet room.
So, Meng Qi suppressed his fighting spirit, and went back to the meditation room with them to practice "Shaolin Heart Method".
On the second day, it was still carrying water, reading and practicing, and near the end, Zhenmiao stood in front of Meng Qi with her hands behind her back: "Junior Zhending, are you ready?"
"Okay." Meng Qi replied in a deep voice, and stood out of the team. Fighting against the strong made him both stressed and excited. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com