The dragon is the tendon, the elephant is the bone, and the wisdom of the infinite Buddhist Dharma. Using the infinite Buddhist wisdom to cultivate the power of the muscles and bones, it will gradually become more and more conscious of the spirit. This is where the power of the dragon, elephant, Prajna is reached, and the sea is covered.

The general preface translated by the Great Lama Living Buddha in the opening chapter of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Prajna, made Xin Han dizzy and yearn for it.

Looking further down, I was surprised to find that the magical power of the dragon and elephant Prajna was not the same as the internal power I imagined. Chen Jinnan had also seen the mental method that he had given to Wei Xiaobao. He practiced the methods of the meridians and true qi running.

This dragon and elephant Prajna supernatural power does not practice the eight supernatural meridians and twelve main meridians, nor does it practice the three meridians and seven chakras of Tibetan Buddhism, but it practices simple muscles and bones.

The Dragon and Elephant Technique is divided into thirteen levels. In fact, it is the thirteen groups of yoga-like movements. Each group of movements is equipped with static exercises for practicing qi. Although qi practice is different, it is different. Normally, qi practice uses meridians as the channel, and internal qi runs in it. However, this exercise directly uses muscles and bones as the carrier of internal qi, and runs internal qi in the muscles and bones.

You can imagine the difficulty. I often hear that a certain person practices the exercises and opens the meridians, how difficult it is, how dangerous acupuncture points are.

The internal energy of the dragon and elephant qi directly circulates muscles and bones, which is hundreds of times more difficult than meridians. After reading the whole article, Xin Han finally knew why there were very few people practicing this kung fu.

This thing is useless. Other internal exercises can prolong life, but this internal exercise only enhances strength.

In fact, the true qi runs through the muscles and bones, constantly tempering the muscles and bones to enhance their strength and strength, which has nothing to do with whether they live longer or not. However, it takes thousands of years to achieve success in this skill.

Therefore, no one chooses to practice it if you cannot prolong your life and practice it hundreds of times more difficult than ordinary skills. Except for the lama who has great perseverance and great perseverance to pursue the limit of martial arts, no one will choose to practice it.

I believe that the founder of this martial art must have had a shocking adventure before he could create this martial art and practice it successfully. It is almost impossible for future generations to practice perfectly. Unless he also gets some kind of adventure like the founder, he will have hope.

Xin Han hesitated a little. Should he practice this thing? Suddenly his eyes lit up. Since this technique does not cultivate meridians, can he practice other internal skills while practicing it?

It's really feasible to think about it.

Let’s practice it first. Anyway, you have the Void Act, and what you don’t need is time. You need to see how powerful the thirteenth level of the Dragon and Elephant Art is.

I immediately looked at the first action again, and after I remembered it accurately, I sat on the bed and sat in a cross-legged position.

At dawn, a carriage left Beijing Chengyi Road and drove westward. Inside the carriage, a young man sat cross-legged in the middle. It was Xin Han who was working in Beijing today.

He originally planned to rush to Mount Wutai, Shanxi, but after obtaining the Dragon and Elephant Art, he changed his attention. The difficulty of this technique is speechless. He had to seize the day for a thousand years. The benefits of riding in this way can be revealed and he can practice the exercises continuously.

Although his practice has been slow until now, Xin Han still gained something. His strength to transform the energy can clearly control every piece of bones and muscles. He can clearly feel that as long as he practices, the skeletal muscles will gradually strengthen, but this speed is really not satisfactory.

According to the original work, the level of kung fu is very simple. Even if a fool is a fool, he can practice it in two years as long as he is taught.

Xin Han can realize that he is definitely faster than what the book says, from a few months to a few months or as much as half a year to successfully practice the first level of kung fu. It seems that this is the benefit of practicing Chinese martial arts to stretch muscles and bones, and willing to strengthen the bones to others.

"Young Master, it's getting late. If you have an inn in front, you might as well stay here and leave tomorrow." The sound of the handlebar came from outside.

While practicing, Xin Han opened his eyes, moved his muscles and bones, lifted the curtains of the car door and looked out, and it turned out that there was a small shop on the side of the road.

"How far have we gone?"

The handlebar said: "More than twenty miles away from Beijing."

Xin Han suddenly remembered that Wei Xiaobao was ambushed by the palace guards in this small shop after leaving Beijing, thinking that it would be better to do less than to do more.

He shook his head and said, "Continue to move forward. If it is dark, you and I will be staying in the car."

The handlebar is not right: "Young Master, I agreed when you hired me this car. Food and accommodation are all yours. My leg was injured. It feels so uncomfortable when it rains cloudy and it cannot live in the wilderness."

The handlebar cursed in his heart: "I feel like you sleep in the car all day long, how can I understand the pain of my wind and sun."

Xin Han saw that the handlebars were unwilling to walk again, thinking about it, nodded: "Okay, as you said, let's rest here."

The owner was a couple. When they saw a customer coming to greet him warmly, Xin Han ordered two dishes for the handlebars. He said he was not hungry and asked for two single rooms. He lived in the handlebars and walked into another room to rest.

When the handlebar style saw Xin Han not eating, he did not persuade him, and he curled his lips and started eating on his own.

Xin Han was still practicing the dragon and elephant skills in the room until late at night when he suddenly heard a sound outside the window. When he looked up, he saw that the paper in the window was pierced by a bamboo tube and came in, and then smoke began to come out.

Xin Han had already broken through the magic power, and the dark night vision could not defeat him. At this moment, he saw clearly and sneered inwardly: "Do you have a sweat medicine?"

He took out the body of Changsheng's big gun and came to the window. When the gun was combined, he pierced the window and jumped out.

Outside the window, the man was dressed in a night outfit, and was stabbed by Xin Han's gun, and then screamed, and was kicked out by Xin Han and died tragically on the spot.

He screamed and two more people jumped out of the store, holding steel knives in their hands. When he saw the scene in the yard, he held the knives and slashed at Xin Han.

Xin Han swept across the spear, knocking the spear away with two clangs. Then he twisted the gun rod and smashed it down on Huashan. The man couldn't dodge and was hit on his shoulder and cracked it. The shoulder was broken.

Then Xin Han swept his legs closer and broke the man's legs. The man screamed in pain and fell down. It seemed that he was almost dead.

In addition, when he saw that it was not good, he was about to go to the room to escape. As soon as he jumped in the air, he felt that his ankle was being caught. Xin Han's five fingers shrank like steel hooks, and directly pulled the man out of the air and slapped him hard on the ground. With a bang, the land was smashed into a shallow pit and immediately lost its ability to resist.

Xin Han jumped at the tip of his spear, picked up the man's face towel, revealing Zhang Qing's thin face, and raised his eyebrows: "Why does this brother look familiar? Have you seen it somewhere? What kind of grudges do we actually attack me?"

The man was also tough and snorted coldly and was about to say a few harsh words, but Xin Hanyi's gun pierced his thigh. He opened his mouth and wanted to scold him, but it turned into a tragic howling.

"If I remember correctly, you will stand in front of the hall in Cining Palace that day. Since you are also the imperial guard who gave you the courage to assassinate Shangguan!"

The man saw that he was discovered and said, "I am Oboi's dead soldier, and killing you will naturally avenge him."

Xin Han obviously didn't believe it, hehe yi smiled: "Why do Oboi's subordinates call him their name?"

The man was stunned. He knew that his lies had been exposed, so he stopped saying more and said, "If you want to kill, you can kill."

Xin Han smiled and said, "I wonder if you are from the Shenlong Sect or the Empress Dowager's confidant?"

When the man heard the Dragon Sect, his eyes were blank. When he heard the word "The Queen Mother" and his eyes shrank, Xin Han knew that he was just the Queen Mother's confidant, so he showed no mercy and shot the man.

He also repaired the gun on the man who had his legs swept off before. After searching carefully, he found that no one was ambushing him. Instead, he saw that the owner and his wife and the handlebar had been killed.

Xin Han looked at the handlebar and shook his head: "I just said I can't live in a hotel, you insist on staying there, and this is also your fault."

After thinking about it, these three assassins were all from the palace, so it was not advisable to alarm the local government. They took vegetable oil from the kitchen and poured it into the store, and then set a fire. Xin Han drove the cart to the west with the light of the fire on his back.

The next day, Xin Han put away the silk clothes on his body, changed into a blue cloth shirt, took off his fake braids and exposed his original short hair, sat in the carriage, humming a small song while walking forward.

The carriage was walking creakingly on the official road, and suddenly the sound of horse hooves came from behind, followed by someone shouting: "Those who drive the car, stop first, we have something to ask you."

Xin Han stopped the carriage and looked back. He saw more than ten horses galloping from the southeast and running to the vicinity in a moment.

At present, a white-haired old man strangled the horse and looked up and down. Then he couldn't help but shake his head.

"Where are you going?"

Xin Han smiled and showed her white teeth: "You go to Shanxi to visit your relatives."

"Oh, Shanxi?" the old man asked in a daze, "Which relative wants to go to such a faraway place in Shanxi?"

Xin Han pretended to be a little embarrassed and said, "I'm going to pick up my wife who has not passed away."

The old man laughed and asked again: "Young man is handsome, so my wife must be wrong, but I think it's very strange that you are dressed as a monk or a Taoist or a layman."

Xin Han knew that he was asking about his hair, so he said, "When I was making a fire at home a month ago, my younger brother was naughty and played. He accidentally flirted with my hair and simply shaved it all and grew it again."

Xin Han then pretended to be impatient: "I said, "Brother, what's wrong with you? I'm still busy rushing on the road."

The old man laughed: "I wonder if my little brother can pass by Yi's shop when he is on the way?"

Xin Han wanted to say no, but thought that the road was sparsely populated, and he could tell that his rut ​​was difficult to hide, so he said, "I passed by, and I even bought some food."

The old man was indeed rushing over the road, and there were only traces of ruts on the road, so he couldn't help but wonder. Seeing that Xin Han answered like a slight answer but didn't look like he had practiced martial arts, he became suspicious.

"There is another thing to bother me. I wonder if you have seen the person on this painting." As he said that, he took out yi Zhang Bujin and spread it for Xin Han to watch.

Xin Han recognized him as the one who painted it, but now his portrait is distorted and only looks two or three points like himself. Moreover, he changed his head shape and could not recognize him when he saw this painting.

"How is it? Have you seen it?" A man next to the old man asked loudly when he saw Xin Han not making a sound for a long time.

Xin Han pretended to be scared and jumped, saying, "I was the one who had been riding a tall horse and passing by, but only the five-point similarity was shown on the drawing, so I dare not confirm it."

The old man turned around and looked at his subordinates. It seemed that he had found the right path. The man was walking on this path.

The old man turned around and asked, "Where did that person go?"
Chapter completed!