Create a Cultivation Technique at the beginning

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Among Constantinople.

The young beggar acted.

Above the Red Sea.

The boy’s attendant was also ready to step into formation.

However, the trip did not go so smoothly.

This is true for beggars, and so is for teenagers.

In 127, when the boy was seventeen years old, his father and uncle took the pope’s reply and gifts, and led the boy to the East with a dozen traveling companions. They entered the Mediterranean from Venice, then crossed the Black Sea, and passed through the two river valleys to the ancient city of Baghdad in the Middle East, from here to Hormuz, the mouth of the Persian Gulf, and could take a boat directly to China.

However, at this time, something unexpected happened. When they were shelling out money for something in a town, they were targeted by robbers. The bandits caught them while they slept and held them separately. In the middle of the night, the boy and his father escaped. By the time they came to the rescue, the robbers had long since left, and the other travel companions except their uncle were gone.

The boy, his father and uncle came to Hormuz, waited for two months, and did not meet a ship going to Huaxia, so he had to take the land route instead.

It’s a road full of hardships and dangers, one that will put even the most ambitious traveller off.

From Hormuz to the east, they crossed the desolate and terrifying Iranian desert, crossed the steep and cold Pamir Plateau, and trekked mountains and rivers along the way, overcoming the troubles of disease, hunger and thirst, and avoiding the invasion of bandits and beasts.

Towards the east.

The legends of the Far East underpin their actions.

The teenager moves forward in the midst of hardship.

At the same time, a small raft also set out from Constantinople.

A trip that does not know what lies ahead and does not know the outcome begins.

To heaven, towards that myth.

It’s just that all this has nothing to do with Huaxia at this time, and the trajectory of history has gone in a completely unknown direction after it has been broken.

The unrest in the Central Plains continues.

The heavenly graben of Xiangyang City blocks the southward movement of all tartars.

However, the South lost power.

Although there was some confusion, there was not much shock.

The great damage caused by Meng Yuan’s invasion made every place cultivate.

It’s all recovering.

Let the entire south, at this moment, fell into extraordinary tranquility.

It is not only society that is also peaceful, but also the entire martial arts.

Jiang Chen’s sword cut off the trajectory of the world, but something still happened.

Meng Yuan invaded, Shenzhou Lu sank, a large number of people from the rivers and lakes participated in it, and the end was undoubtedly tragic.

Xiangyang City is broken.

Beixia Guo Jing ended.

A generation of heroes wrote that epic with his last brilliance.

At the same time, there are also martial arts in the entire Central Plains.

At this moment, the martial arts completely withered.

Even if Shenzhou did not sink, some things happened or really happened.

Like the people, the martial arts people are also recovering from this catastrophe.

Outside the Shaolin Temple.

Zhang Junbao and Guo Xiang were silent.

Look at each other.

Speechless for a while.

“Lady Guo Xiang, I’m going back to Wudang, do you want to come with me!”

The young Zhang Junbao with a hesitation, but also with a nervousness, the teenager’s ignorance, so that he still can’t help but speak, but he can feel that the girl will refuse.

In fact, it seems to be the case.

“Little monk, no need!”

Guo Xiang shook his head, his gaze involuntarily looking into the distance.

Xiangyang City was broken, and she was taken out by the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, but she was blind, for her, her parents died, everything disappeared, and the whole world completely collapsed at that moment.

“Guo…..!”

Zhang Junbao opened his mouth, but at this moment, he didn’t know what to say.

Finally shook his head with a soft sigh, turned around, and walked towards the distance.

Teenagers, teenage girls separated.

A hundred years apart from each other.

Above Mount Hua.

Hao Datong’s figure appeared.

At this time, there was no one behind him

He did not die in that battle, but his disciples almost suffered heavy losses.

Of the more than a hundred disciples brought down, only a dozen survived in the end.

He was speechless to see those people, and he was also speechless to see his senior brothers.

“That’s it, I’m already out of the True Sect.”

“Little junior brother, senior brother, I am not wrong, but I am really wrong.”

A soft sigh spoke.

Hao Datong’s eyes looked at the cliff in front of him.

The next moment, the figure moved.

The sword qi swept around his body, and in the midst of Zhenyuan’s movement, the stone wall in front of him began to explode rapidly.

Stroke after stroke.

In just an instant, three words were formed.

“Thinking over the cliff”

The three words fell, and Hao Datong’s figure fell directly onto the platform.

At this moment, his breath was weak.

The portrayal of those three words seemed to consume his greatest spirit.

In that battle, he had only practiced qi in the seventh layer, he had already been injured at all, I don’t know how many battles he had experienced, and I didn’t know how many people he had killed, and the true yuan in his body was squeezed dry again and again, even if it was vitality, it was already seriously overdrawn.

At this moment, even if he is an immortal cultivator,

Even if he had reached the seventh layer of Qi training.

But at this moment, life has also reached the end.

“Little junior brother, say that the heart method is left in people, and it is accomplished in practice.”

“Huashan, the power of heaven and earth, maybe it can be here.”

With a soft voice speaking, Hao Datong’s pale face gradually turned into a smile, and his eyes looked at a boulder in front of him.

The next moment, Zhenyuan mobilized again.

The boulder shattered, and a stone tablet appeared.

And the words are written quickly.

“Whoever desires to breathe, first must be in the quiet room, do not let people enter, sit upright, put the left foot on the right foot, untie the garment, slowly press the branches, hold the hands firmly on the legs, that is, exhale three or five passes, so that there is no stagnation, cleansing and leisure, humble and solid…”

….

The words were written rapidly, and Hao Datong’s breath seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

Until the writing reached a third, Hao Datong couldn’t help but pause at this moment.

“Hey!”

A light sigh rose, his eyes gradually closed, and his breath of life at this moment quickly faded away.

Above the clearing.

The right hand was raised, and the finger pointed to the stone tablet.

But at this moment, he no longer had the true yuan to move, and there was also no writing written on it.

Above Mount Hua, this one of the seven sons of Quanzhen stood quietly on it.

Lone peak, cliff.

An old man.

This moment is completely frozen

…

Ten years later.

When the afterglow of the setting sun gradually falls.

A young man came up from under Mount Hua in the midst of hardship.

“At the top of Mount Hua, legend has it that there are immortals dancing swords, I don’t know if it’s true, if it’s fake, then I’m not walking for nothing.”

The boy’s words were tinged with chagrin.

He didn’t know why, but today he would run to the top of this Hua Mountain, and the throbbing was getting stronger and stronger.

It wasn’t until he came to the top of this mountain that the young man came back to his senses slightly, and he couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed.

And in this chagrin, he soon found that there was an old man sitting in front of him.

“Someone!”

With a surprised voice speaking, the young man couldn’t help but be startled.

Only soon he found out, and this person’s breath seemed to have completely disappeared.

Just sit there quietly like that.

When he approached, the man’s breath of life could hardly be separated.

Looking at the old man sitting cross-kneeled, the young man quickly noticed the stone tablet that the old man was referring to.

And this look, he is already in the mind.

Completely silent on the ride.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually turns into night, and the stars spread.

When the morning light crossed, a ray of light shone out from the sky, and the young man did not know when he was already sitting cross-kneeled, and a faint purple glow spread around him, and the aura quickly converged.

Originally, the young man’s cultivation at the third-rate level entered the second-rate almost instantly.

The light and aura spread throughout his surroundings.

——Zixia Shengong, the inner strength of the Huashan School, the superior internal strength of the Huashan School, if there is nothing at the beginning, it is as long as the clouds, and the strength is extremely tough, overwhelming, and overwhelming. The face of the person who made the gong was full of purple qi, so it was known as “the first purple xia of the nine gongs of Huashan”.

According to legend, above Mount Hua, the ancestor descended from Quanzhen and left Zixia Divine Skill.

…

The young man opened his eyes and felt the “internal force” filled in his body, and his heart was full of surprise.

His eyes almost glowed at the stone stele, and then at the old man who was still motionless.

I couldn’t help but feel a little up and down.

The figure knelt down.

The next moment, the sound of heavy kowtowing sounded above this lone peak.

And the boy kowtowed three heads in a row before slowly lifting up.

“Senior, by your great grace, the evening generation is unforgettable.”

The young man’s voice was sincere, and at this moment, because he turned his head, the young man saw the cliff and saw the three fonts written by the sword qi, and his figure froze again.

Jiang Chen created the Sword Art, naturally it was impossible not to hand it over to the Quanzhen School, and Hao Datong was indeed talented enough in this aspect.

In the writing of these three characters, there is a strong sword intent.

When the talent is high enough, what you can’t help but be silent in it.

The talent of the teenager is beyond doubt.

The basic Qi training decision has already achieved results in a rapid process, although this is not a basic Qi training decision, but only a basic Qi training decision to bring him a breakthrough in internal strength, but the young man’s talent is beyond doubt.

When I saw that I thought about the cliff, I naturally had an epiphany.

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