The Quanzhen Seventh Son gave Lin Qingxuan a Taoist poem, but he didn't know it. Lin Qingxuan took Zhou Botong all the way down the mountain and arrived at Huanggu in the afternoon of the next day.
At this time, Lin Qingxuan had already named the barren valley "Longevity Valley". When he entered the valley, he took Zhou Botong to introduce the various scenery, snake nests, alchemy rooms, waterfalls, etc.
After looking at it for a long time, I took Zhou Botong to the sword tomb and looked at Dugu Qiubai's written legacy and the Qingfeng sword.
Zhou Botong was filled with admiration when he came down from the Sword Tomb. He went to the cave to look at the stone tomb of Dugu Qiubei, and said with a smile: "What's the use of having great martial arts? Wouldn't we still be buried here? If it weren't for this strange sculpture.
If I accompany you, I'm afraid my body will be exposed in the wild.
Sword Demon, Sword Demon, you were invincible in the world when you were alive, and you had incredible skills but you didn’t leave behind the secret book of the Sword Scripture. It’s such a pity..."
Lin Qingxuan glanced at the stone tomb, moved his lips but still did not say anything.
Zhou Botong watched for a moment, then walked up to the sacred eagle and competed with it in martial arts.
Zhou Botong has two hobbies by nature. One is to play. As long as he has never played before, he wants to play.
Another hobby is to practice martial arts and compete in martial arts, so he is a serious martial arts fanatic.
When Zhou Botong was on Peach Blossom Island, he heard Lin Qingxuan say that although the sacred eagle is an animal, its attacks, bites, and swings are quite similar to those of martial arts masters.
It's quite unique, so Zhou Botong has been eager to see it.
At this time, Doutou struck with Kong Ming Fist first, but the divine eagle had already dodged it as soon as he retreated, and hit it with the force of the whistling wind as soon as its wings moved.
Zhou Botong was determined to test the strength of the divine eagle, so he used the Kongming Fist with 80% power to block it. The divine eagle stumbled before it could stand still, and its long beak pointed at Zhou Botong's chest.
Zhou Botong had already tried out one of his moves. Although the divine eagle had no internal strength, it was extremely powerful. It was like a warrior with extremely advanced external martial arts, which was enough to match his six or seven successes. So he dodged sideways and waved his palm to block the other attack of the divine eagle.
Swing.
Zhou Botong was overjoyed to see the hunting spirit, but the divine eagle had long been accustomed to fighting with people. Once the eagle and one person were around, they would immediately fight together. The wind kept blowing out, blowing away all the bushes with a radius of one foot and the weeds with a radius of two feet.
Falling down on the ground.
After half an hour, the divine eagle was out of strength and its movements were much sluggish. Zhou Botong, having had enough of it, stepped out ten feet away and laughed loudly: "What a great eagle, what a great eagle!"
Lin Qingxuan also laughed, pulled Zhou Botong, and took the sacred sculpture to the grotto to rest.
After scooping clean water from the water tank with a ladle for the Divine Eagle and Zhou Botong to drink, Lin Qingxuan went straight outside and used the skill of recruiting snakes from Baituo Mountain to attract ten Bodhisattva snakes, kill them, and dispose of them, including snake gallbladder, snake blood, snake bones, etc.
They were all thrown into the jar to be cooked, and the snake meat was fried and roasted, ready for the two of them to share.
Zhou Botong has always been afraid of snakes. Although he knew that the snake was a different species, he did not go to see it. Lin Qingxuan did not dare to eat it when it was brought to him. Seeing that Zhou Botong really refused to eat it, Lin Qingxuan shot another pheasant and roasted it for him.
After spending two days in Huanggu, Zhou Botong had a great time dragging Lin Qingxuan and the divine eagle to compete in martial arts and boxing every day. On the third day, Lin Qingxuan was ready to teach him the Nine Yin Magical Skills.
Zhou Botong was surprised when he learned that it was a strange passage in the Nine Yin Manual. Although he felt itchy, he still did not forget his senior brother's order and said seriously: "I can't learn it, brother. My senior brother has an order not to allow his disciples to follow him."
If you practice the martial arts in the Jiuyin Manual, you are not considered his serious disciple now, you just learn it, but you can't provoke me."
After saying this, Zhou Botong turned his head and covered his ears again, like a child. Lin Qingxuan smiled slightly and said: "I researched and translated this Sanskrit text myself. I don't know whether it is correct or not. What is this text in the Jiuyin Sutra obtained by Patriarch Chongyang?"
Who dares to say that they know the meaning?
I just blindly studied martial arts on my own, and it can’t be considered the original version taught by Huang Shang, right? Tell others what kind of martial arts they can learn by relying on this strange gibberish. Speaking of which, our brothers have practiced this set of mental techniques. It’s not a violation.
The last words of the ancestor."
Zhou Botong was overjoyed when he heard this. He tugged on his beard and said: "Yes, yes, senior brother only said that you cannot practice the martial arts in those two volumes of the Nine Yin Manual. Brother, you are trying to fiddle with it yourself with the weird words in it that no one can understand."
When it comes to Dharma, there can be not a single word in the Nine Yin Manual."
Seeing that Zhou Botong agreed, Lin Qingxuan taught him the Nine Yin Magic Kung Fu. Although Lin Qingxuan had already started to practice it, his martial arts level was far inferior to Zhou Botong's. The two of them had better results after practicing. After a few hours, Zhou Botong
Having already started, Lin Qingxuan suddenly became enlightened in many places.
Looking up, he saw that the sun was already setting. Zhou Botong patted his thigh and said, "Oh no, brother, what day is it today?"
Lin Qingxuan counted with his fingers and said: "It's the fourth day of the Lunar New Year. Don't worry, brother, nothing will happen to you. Let's practice one more night. It won't be too late to rush back to Chongyang Palace tomorrow morning."
Zhou Botong nodded and said: "Okay, brother, it is said in the magical art that 'shaoyang is secretly born, yin gradually declines and yang becomes stronger, yin and yang complement each other, support each other...', I feel quite good after practicing, these nine
Yin Shen Kung is much higher than the mentality of our Quanzhen Sect. Although our martial arts is profound and unpredictable, it is too feminine and soft. It is not as strong and soft as Jiu Yin Shen Kung. I will tell you my experience.
…”
Lin Qingxuan listened for a while and felt that his martial arts cultivation had greatly improved. After pondering for a long time, he also shared his thoughts.
Zhou Botong was overjoyed when he heard this, and he continued practicing while talking.
After a long time, the sky has turned from dark night to dawn. Zhou Botong has fully understood the Jiuyin Magic. He suddenly remembered the many martial arts principles that his senior brother told him during his lifetime. He had not fully understood them at the time.
I devoted myself to practicing martial arts for a year and made great progress, so I understood a lot. It was only at this time that I suddenly realized it by comparing it with the Jiuyin Magic Kung Fu.
Only then did Zhou Botong realize that his senior brother's level must not be lower than that of Huang Shang. The innate skills he created back then could probably be compared with the Nine Yin Divine Skills. It was a pity that he was not sure about it and could not learn it with Emperor Duan in Dali.
Later, my senior brother's old illness relapsed and he was no longer able to teach him. If he hadn't practiced till now, where would Huang Laoxie and Lao Duzi still have the time to show off their majesty?
However, if I had not been trapped on Peach Blossom Island for fifteen years and had no time to take care of other things and concentrate on practicing martial arts. In fifteen years, I would have developed the skills that have existed for twenty-five years outside. I would never have had the cultivation skills I have now. Speaking of which, even if my senior brother taught me the skills back then,
I'm afraid I won't be able to comprehend much of my innate skills...
Zhou Botong thought of his senior brother and recalled the time when he practiced with him, and couldn't help crying again. After a while, he got up under Lin Qingxuan's persuasion. Before wiping away his tears, he said: "Actually, we are the best in Quanzhen Sect.
The martial arts is no worse than the Jiuyin Divine Skill, but I was too playful to learn it back then, and it has been lost in our Quanzhen Sect. If you have a chance in the future, you can learn it from Emperor Duan of Dali. If my senior brother knows
I don’t know how happy I am?”
"Brother is talking about innate skills?"
Lin Qingxuan asked: "I heard that this was the most powerful magical skill of the ancestors back then. When we were discussing swordsmanship in Mount Huashan, we relied on this unique skill to win over the other four masters."
"Of course."
Zhou Botong said with an arrogant look: "The heaven and the earth are in harmony, the sun and the moon are in harmony, the four seasons are in order, and the yin and yang are in harmony. This is innate. My senior brother's innate skill is no worse than the Jiuyin Divine Skill. It's a pity that I didn't have it back then."
Can learn.”
"Then why didn't Master Chongyang leave any secrets? If you were to learn it now, wouldn't you be able to do it just by looking at it?"
Zhou Botong chuckled and said: "My senior brother's innate Kung Fu is the nemesis of most martial arts in the world. Old Poison's Toad Kung Fu is the most afraid of my senior brother's innate Kung Fu, followed by Emperor Duan's Yiyang Finger.
I couldn't figure it out at first, but it was only after my senior brother broke his toad skill with a finger when the old poisonous man was wrapped in evil spirits and attacked the Chongyang Palace to seize the Nine Yin Scriptures that I finally understood what my senior brother meant. He asked me to take the Nine Yin Scriptures.
I hid the scripture because I was afraid that keeping the Nine Yin Manual would bring trouble to the Quanzhen Sect. The Xiantian Kung Fu was the nemesis of the Toad Kung Fu. After my senior brother left, no one in the Hejiao Sect could be the opponent of the old poison, and no one could learn the Xiantian Kung Fu.
achievement.
Before my brother died, he passed on the Xiantian Kung to Emperor Duan in order to leave behind a person who could restrain the old poison. In this way, the old poison would not dare to go too far in the future. However, if he knew that there was a secret book of Xiantian Kung in the Chongyang Palace, he would definitely do it.
Grab it, who can stop it?
If the Xiantian Kung Fu falls into his hands, Duan Huangye's Xiantian Yang Finger will no longer frighten him, and it will be difficult for anyone in the world to control him.
Besides, if the descendants of the next generation are ambitious and practice their martial arts to a high level, then they can naturally go to Emperor Duan to learn from them. I think you can do that!"