What Wu Yong has to do next is to use the true energy stored in the ancestral orifice of Zhonggong to clear the channels and unblock the meridians step by step. But this is a matter of water grinding, and it requires years of hard work to achieve success.
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Wu Yong tried to separate a ray of true energy from the ancestral orifice, and slowly guided it down, along the tributary path, to the chest and lungs.

From here, it goes out horizontally, goes down along the inner side of the upper arm, passes through the middle of the elbow, goes up to the tiger's mouth, and ends at the inner end of the thumb. It is the first pass of the Chongmai in "Shaoqing Sword Jue" - the Taiyin Lung Meridian of the Hand.<

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After Wu Yong tried for a while, let alone clearing the way, his true energy penetrated his lungs, and then he encountered an extremely tenacious resistance, as if there was a film of air in front of him blocking his progress.

"This is not a day's work."

Wu Yong knew that it was absolutely impossible to go any further today, and he had to strengthen the Qi in his ancestral orifice before he could try it, so he was not in a hurry, quit the visualization, and took a short rest.

It was already late at night, around Mohai time. After not eating for a day and his stomach growling, Wu Yong went out to get steamed buns and sat on the steps under the eaves outside the bamboo building to eat.

After a full meal, when he was about to die, he did not feel any fatigue. Instead, he was extremely energetic and had no sleepiness at all. So he took the volume given to him by Teacher Xuan Xuzi and went outside to temper his blood energy under the moonlight.<

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The little figure in the blood mist was punching and kicking behind him, performing the "Five Yuan Lingshu Fist" in a precise manner. White foam and black energy evaporated from Wu Yong's body from time to time, and his blood energy became more and more solid.

After two hours, Wu Yong stopped imagining, and the blood mist villain slowly took back his power. After the last punch, it dissipated into a cloud of blood mist, and returned to Wu Yong's body one by one.

Wu Yong clenched his fist, relaxed, clenched his fist, relaxed, and continued to comprehend a little bit. The muscles in his arms were tangled, and he felt that his strength seemed to have grown by one or two points, but the progress seemed to be limited.

He was not in a hurry. The teacher specifically told him that this sword art was different from the "Shaoqing Sword Art". It emphasized tempering the blood energy. Only when the blood energy is abundant can he try to guide the energy sense and achieve self-fulfillment.

"This sword technique is really unique. The true energy is not imported from the ancestral orifice, but comes from the body, guided by the blood and energy..."

Wu Yong sighed a little and turned down the manuscript to the volume "Xingyi Lianfa".

"Huh... let's practice some skills."

Wu Yong stretched out his right hand, making a virtual fist, clasping his thumb inward, pressing up his index finger, leaving a gap in the finger socket.

He stayed in this position for a while, then relaxed and recovered his five fingers. After a few breaths, he made this fist again, repeating this process over and over again. He tried to remember this feeling firmly in his mind and tried to maintain the posture every time.

No error.

"The teacher said that we need to form muscle reflexes. This sword technique is really weird. Is it the gesture of holding a sword?"

He practiced for a while, and during the break he took out the small golden sword given to him by his teacher, and tried to hold the sword with this gesture, but he was not used to it and felt uncomfortable everywhere.

He used normal gestures to hold the sword again, slashing and stabbing. Although there was no method, even if he was playing around, the method of exerting force was more comfortable than that strange posture.

"Forget it...since the teacher asked me to practice like this, there must be a reason. Just ask next time. You don't have to figure it out yourself."

He raised his golden sword horizontally, his eyes full of joy.

This is a small sword that Teacher Xuan Xuzi gave him for self-defense before he went down the mountain last time.

It is said that this is a spiritual weapon, it is extremely sharp, and it was used by Teacher Xuan Xuzi when he was young. After the "Five Yuan Lingshu Fist" guides the Qi sense, and activates it with the real Qi, it can display its power.<

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Now... I can only hold it in my hand and use it like a secular sword just like the last time I faced the drowned ghost.

"I heard that after enlightenment, you can fly with a sword. Now that I have the sword, I have to keep working hard!"

Wu Yong's heart was burning, and he played with it for a while again, and then he put the little sword away without feeling satisfied.

"Okay, continue practicing, the next technique is..."

He turned the page.

"This is the action!"

Wu Yong stood up, stood with his feet apart, lowered his shoulders, tightened his waist and abdomen, put his head forward, kept his body still, and pushed forward with his left hand as he inhaled.

After being still for a while, he slowly exhaled, relaxed his left hand, and hung it by the side of his left leg.

Wait for a moment to adjust your breathing, push your left hand forward again, exhale, return to standing, adjust, raise your hand...and repeat in this cycle.

This practice lasted for a while. Although Wu Yong felt boring, thinking of his determination, he practiced non-stop without slacking off.

After more than half an hour, such a seemingly simple action made him so tired that he was sweating all over and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

The muscles in the legs and waist and abdomen were swollen and congested with blood, and were extremely sore and numb. Instead, I kept raising and lowering my left arm, which was exerting force, which was fine, but a little numb.

Wu Yong did not continue. He sat down and ate a piece of dried meat, drank a bowl of spring water, and simply replenished his consumption. Then he sat down on the ground, supporting the ground with his hands, and took a short rest.

"Practice a little longer..."

The third movement is also the basic movement in "Xingyi Lianfa", and it is even weirder.

It is somewhat similar to the push hands posture just now. It is also practiced standing still, but it is slightly different.

The feet and shoulders are the same width, and the feet are parallel. The calves are as if tree roots are deeply rooted in the ground. At the same time, the knees are slightly bent, the hips are retracted, the chest is tucked in, the back is straightened, the shoulders are sunk toward the elbows, and a shoulder socket is concave in the shoulder and neck area.

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This is a preparatory action, and then you concentrate on the position of your shoulders and upper arms, use your elbows to drive your upper arms, and pull them along the ground diagonally downwards towards your body.

During this pulling process, the shoulders must not shake. Only use your elbows to pull to the limit, then return along the original path, and practice again.

"The angle of this diagonal downward pull... is about forty-five degrees. Let me try it first."

This movement is more awkward than the previous two. Just keeping his feet straight and pulling his elbows with his shoulders makes Wu Yong feel uncoordinated with his hands and feet. His waist always sinks subconsciously during the process of pulling his elbows.

Then I completely lost my shape and lost my strength.

Fortunately, he didn't aim too high. After a brief summary, he decided to practice the standing movement first.

Then stabilize the shoulders, and in the process of pulling the elbow, do not choose to stretch the elbow to the limit all at once, but slightly lower it, first get used to the feeling of muscle exertion, and then pull the elbow down step by step.

Like this, after half an hour, he gradually got used to this way of exerting force. In the process of pulling his elbow, his waist would not press down, his back muscles would not relax, and his shoulders and neck would seem to be separated.

Sense.

In this way, we gradually mastered the essentials.

"Again!"

"No, I'm distracted."

"This pull-down is in place...ah! My arm is cramped."

During this night of undisturbed practice, Wu Yong did not stop until the fish belly turned white from the horizon.
Chapter completed!