Taoist master wants to ascend

The basic diagram of the Green Snake Spear is very different from that of the White Ape Hammer, and the effect is almost the same.

Li Yuan, who has tasted the benefits of root bone modification, is somewhat eager to try it.

The importance of the root bones is self-evident. With the same martial arts and the same level of cultivation, if the root bones are good, the blood quality, blood recovery, and total blood volume will be much better.

Not only has this advantage not diminished after the promotion of internal strength, it has even increased.

The basis of internal energy is blood. Strong blood can nourish more pure internal energy. After the internal energy is exploded and consumed, the recovery speed will also be accelerated.

Li Yuan felt that this was probably the reason why Gen Gu was changed.

In his previous life, he suffered from spinal disease and lumbar disc herniation due to improper sitting posture all year round. Doesn't this also count as a bone change?

Li Yuan felt that his guess was correct, and he also knew why it was rare to hear of anyone changing their root bones.

In any martial arts, the time from Dacheng to Dzogchen is far longer than the time from beginner to Dacheng.

Zhang Ben is nearly seventy years old, and his hammering skills are only perfect. This is already quite diligent.

Li Yuan felt a little restless. No matter whether it was successful or not, he would definitely give it a try.

There is no threshold and no control conditions. You can bless a spear that is proficient in marksmanship. Based on this, you can control a spear that is blessed with great achievements.

After that, you can naturally control the fundamental diagram of the Green Snake.

Li Yuan found this condition not difficult, and there was no shortage of spears in the forging shop. He remembered that Wang Gong had one.

The hard part is...

Thinking about it in his mind, Li Yuan looked over.

This wooden sign depicts the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva. On the other side, there are some fine words the size of a pinhole. The opening line is three slightly larger words:

The method of worshiping gods on the wooden sign was even more fragmentary than the fragments. Li Yuan even did not see the true method of practicing the exercises.

After just reading this sentence, Li Yuan couldn't help but frown.

There were no pile skills, no training techniques, just some methods of meditating and adjusting breathing, which looked quite strange and different from the martial arts he knew.

Li Yuan is very cautious.

Not only because of this fragment, but also because of the crazy and twisted appearance of Yu Zhen that I saw at the end.

He very much suspected that the reason why Yu Zhen became like that was related to this incomplete method of worshiping gods.

Li Yuan carefully threw the wooden sign into the incense burner, thinking about it in his heart, and gradually fell asleep.

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Thousand Eyes Bodhisattva Temple.

The strong smell of blood was not completely washed away by the heavy rain.

More than a dozen monks were picking up the corpses in the rainy night. Some were angry, some were sobbing. Suddenly, someone screamed and fell to the ground due to poisoning.

A big monk with a sinister face shouted loudly:

awful!

The great monk looked miserable.

That night, fifteen of their brothers died, most of them killed by the poison master, but he escaped!

His face twitched, and he looked fiercely at Wang Ding, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead in the rain.

The great monk turned around, looked at the empty hall, and rubbed his eyes:

The monks were furious and started searching.

After a while, several great monks hurried over from outside the courtyard gate, picked up Wang Ding, and dragged him to the backyard.

The old monk Kongding was horrified, and a thought suddenly came to his mind:

In the rainy night, he exchanged dozens of moves with the poison master, and even though he had the upper hand, he still killed several disciples.

That man has already tempered his body, and he is only missing one middle-level martial arts skill from being strong.

Kill this person with a hammer?

There is absolutely no such master of hammer in Gaoliu County!

The empty-top old monk frowned and waved his hands, carrying Wang Ding and walking into the backyard.

Under the eaves, Lu Yunqing stood with his hands behind his hands, looking out at the rain curtain. At this moment, he slowly lowered his eyes with cold eyes:

Thinking about the cruelty of the man in the rumors, the old monk Kongding felt a little frightened.

Lu Yunqing's face gradually darkened:

The empty-headed old monk was trembling:

Lu Yunqing paced, then suddenly looked back with a solemn expression:

The old monk Kongding hesitated.

Lu Yunqing slowly closed his eyes:

The old monk Kongding relaxed his frown:

Lu Yunqing's long breathing made even the old monk Kongding feel his body go cold:

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…

On a rainy night, corpses of men in black lay on the street. Han Chuijun slowly walked in circles, stroking the few beards on his chin and muttering to himself:

Han Chuijun seemed to have noticed something. He carefully looked at the injuries on the dead body and marveled:

Fighting with the Killing Hammer!

The first way to fight is to attack with soldiers!

Click!

In the night, there was thunder.

Under the bamboo hat, there seemed to be a flickering will-o'-the-wisp, and then, a strange laughter like a night owl sounded in the wind and rain.

On the long street, there seemed to be a strong wind blowing away the rain.

Taking a deep look at the dead body on the ground, Han Chuijun's eyes were cold and he didn't know whether he was happy or angry.

He reached out and took off the bamboo hat on his head. In the night rain, a cold light shone on the grimace mask. Han Chuijun was in pain.

He muttered to himself in annoyance:

boom!

There seemed to be thunder falling on the long street, and Han Chuijun's figure disappeared like a ghost, heading straight towards the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva Temple in the night rain with the lights dimmed:

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…

The sky has just dawned and the light rain has not stopped.

In the small courtyard, Li Yuan felt the wind and rain with his bare hands and feet.

The drizzle was continuous and dense, and when the wind blew, my whole body was soaked. My shorts and long hair were all wet.

Snapped!

Suddenly, Li Yuan's right shoulder shook, and the falling rain seemed to hit an invisible wall of air and exploded into water mist.

Snapped!

With this, Li Yuan's left shoulder also shook, and a piece of rain burst into pieces.

Right shoulder, left shoulder, elbow, neck, child, thigh, instep...

There were crisp explosions like beans popping, rising and falling one after another, forming a loose piece, and from a distance, Li Yuan was almost shrouded in mist.

After a while, the mist dissipated, and Li Yuan's face turned slightly pale, as if he had lost too much blood, but his eyes were bright.

Li Yuan returned to the eaves with the hammer, still savoring the feeling of the internal energy bursting out.

The internal energy that was cultivated moved with the blood and could only burst out in the place covered by the blood.

He had formed a large circulation of blood and qi, and the internal energy could burst out from anywhere except the head with the blood and qi!

But if it was a small circulation, it would only be the limbs and waist and abdomen.

After swallowing a blood-replenishing pill, Li Yuan had a trace of blood on his face.

He could feel the increase of physical strength, slowly, but perceptibly, as if he had taken the Leopard Embryo Yijin Pill.

After a while, the blood and internal energy recovered a little, and Li Yuan reached out to touch the rain line flowing down from the eaves.

Bang!

The fine raindrops burst into mist before they touched his fingers.

Li Yuan touched his face. When the blood and qi were stimulated, they did go up to his face, but the blood and qi circulated widely, so they really didn't cover his head and face.

Even if they did, he didn't dare to try.

Li Yuan pondered.

For more than half a year, he practiced this Dousha Hammer almost every day, but after getting started, the progress became slower and slower, which was really a waste of time.

Li Yuan, who had little knowledge of martial arts, had no way to judge, but he had no skills to practice at the moment, so he could only practice hard.

No matter what, it was much more reliable than the incomplete "worship method".

Rubbing his face, Li Yuan felt that the master was more and more important.

There was no systematic martial arts to learn, no one to guide, and the feeling of only half-guessing and half-trying was too painful.

Muttering, Li Yuan went back to the house to change his clothes, and took off another hat when he went out, and walked slowly towards the forging shop.

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The drizzle continued, Gaoliu County was filled with water vapor and mist.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and there were fewer breakfast stalls. Li Yuan walked around several streets before he found one.

In the small shop, many people looked sideways, but they only glanced at it and lowered their heads, as if they didn't dare to look any more.

Only the boss smiled and turned his head to urge the waiter.

Li Yuan was no longer surprised.

After practicing martial arts for nearly a year, he was no longer as thin as before. Although he was not strong, he was already quite capable and tough.

Li Yuan took a pair of chopsticks and was wiping them when he heard the people at the next table talking. He couldn't help but look at them a few times.

The man who was talking nodded to him, and then he continued:

The guests in the store looked over one after another, and there was no lack of surprise.

The Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva Temple is an old temple that is older than Gaoliu County. It has always been very popular. There are dozens of monks in the temple, including some who have achieved success in martial arts.

Moreover, he had close contacts with various forces in the inner and outer cities, and ordinary people did not dare to provoke him.

A guest came over and asked the man who was talking for a bowl of side dishes and a few buns.

The man drank a mouthful of porridge and lowered his voice:

Many guests came over.

Li Yuan ate the buns and took a look.

The man was shocked and terrified, and his hands holding the buns trembled a little:

The man cursed and vomited repeatedly, and the pungent smell forced the diners to cover their noses and retreat.

Li Yuan, who didn't care much, was shocked.

...

Li Yuan was shocked by the news, and he was skeptical.

He clearly remembered that Yu Zhen was chased by the monks and fled in a panic...

After a long while, Li Yuan filled his stomach randomly, and was really curious, so he went to the inner city with his hat.

The rain had not stopped yet, and the inner city was already crowded with people. Several streets outside the Bodhisattva Temple were blocked.

The cries of many people could be heard from far away.