Time passed day by day, Yang Ji practiced every day, and combined with the "Baicao Pill" of the Li family, his strength improved by leaps and bounds, which was completely different from his previous progress.
At the same time, the "Bear Shape Martial Arts" of the Skeleton Master was also recorded by Yang Ji, and he studied it carefully. After mastering the essence of the Bear Shape Martial Arts, in just half a month, Yang Ji knew everything.
With his understanding of "White Snake Martial Arts", he quickly mastered this martial arts.
"Clouds are erratic, formless and formless. Poetry books say 'white clouds emerge from Xiu', and Cloud Hands uses clouds as a metaphor for martial arts. If you want to learn this unique skill, you must understand that erratic flavor."
On the top of the mountain, the sea of clouds was undulating, and the sun was shining brightly. Yang Ji was sitting cross-legged on the ground alone, holding a pen in one hand and paper in the other, silently lost in thought.
On the side, "Xiao Ji" accompanied Yang Ji, looking at the red clouds in the sky without moving.
It is spring now, the weather is getting better, and the sky is filled with white clouds. During this period, Yang Ji takes Xiao Ji to the top of the mountain almost every day to study the unique skill of "Cloud Hand".
On that day, Butler Zhou used his unique skill of "Cloud Hand". The smell of "quiet as a virgin and as moving as a stripped rabbit" impressed Yang Ji so deeply that it was like an indestructible fortress!
The secret skill of "flying on grass" was simply a joke in front of Butler Zhou, and it had never happened before in Yang Ji's memory. So since he got it, Yang Ji has been studying it almost every day.
"Cloud Hands" is difficult and obscure, and is fundamentally different from the martial arts that Yang Ji has practiced in the past. In the past, the martial arts that Yang Ji was exposed to were all based on animals in nature, such as white snakes, monkeys, leopards, bears, lions, horses... these
They are all alive, but "Cloud Hands" follows the example of Baiyun, an inanimate thing.
This is a brand new field. The sea of clouds is vast and vast. It is not easy to develop a martial arts skill from the endless sea of clouds. However, Yang Ji has no intention of backing down.
Rustle~
Yang Ji waved the pen in his hand, dipped in ink from the inkstone next to him, and continued to draw clouds on the manuscript paper. Yang Ji was by no means a great painter, and his painting skills were not outstanding, but during this period of time he did not
I stopped painting and calligraphy, and my pen power also increased significantly.
Yang Ji's painting of "clouds" is in the same vein as practicing bow and arrow, emphasizing the meaning rather than the shape. Therefore, the clouds he painted are neither exquisite nor beautiful, but they are valuable for being "realistic".
Wow!
Mountain clouds came over, and the manuscript paper was turned, revealing piles of clouds. Yang Ji finished painting one after another, completely forgetting the time...
March passed and April arrived, and a large amount of Yunxu manuscript paper accumulated in Yang Ji's room. At this time, it was only two months before the court's liberal arts examination, and the martial arts examination was only three months away.
There are fewer and fewer "Baicao Pills" in Yang Ji's body, but the bones throughout his body are getting denser and denser, and his strength is getting higher and higher.
Ten days later.
boom!
Yang Ji's internal organs shook violently, and a strong air flow exploded around him, and several small trees a few steps away exploded to pieces with a crack.
At the same time, a surge of essence poured in from the top of his head, refreshing and cool, and surged throughout his body.
"Success!"
Yang Ji's eyes lit up and he was filled with joy. He felt extremely comfortable all over his body. Without any sluggishness, his breathing immediately improved from the ninth level to the tenth level.
Each exhalation and inhalation is natural and natural, and only one breath of air is enough for an ordinary person to breathe ten times.
"Breathe ten steps and leap like an ape."
Yang Ji's eyes were bright, he raised his head and quickly spotted a tall pine tree in the woods that was more than ten feet tall and held by one person.
"boom!"
Yang Ji stepped on his feet, and with a bang, he flew up like a cannonball, jumping more than four feet high. He kicked on the bark of the tree, turned over, and went directly to the top of the tree. He was light, delicate and effortless.
"Hahaha, the mountains and cliffs can come and go freely."
Yang Ji stood on the top of the tree, looking at the endless forest sea and laughing loudly.
The tenth stage, just like the big tree at your feet, represents a peak. The art of breathing has basically been practiced to the end, and the same goes for body tempering with medicinal baths. Going up to the hall and entering the room is the real martial arts realm. Training blood and Qi is another level.
A world.
Whoosh!
Yang Ji kicked off his feet and immediately flew high into the sky. While in mid-air, he suddenly flashed his flexibility and integrated the essence of "White Snake Martial Arts" into his movement. With a swish, his body swayed like a spiritual snake falling gently.
Another big tree a few feet away is agile and lively.
Whoosh!
The black shadow flashed, and Xiao Ji suddenly shot out of Yang Ji's sleeves. With a flick of his body, he immediately landed nimbly on another towering tree a few feet away.
"Xiao Ji, you are still smart."
Yang Ji was stunned, then laughed: "How could I forget that the 'White Snake Martial Arts' can also be used on the big trees."
Whoosh whoosh!
A man and a snake immediately jumped through the forest peak and flew away.
Time passed day by day, and after Yang Ji reached the tenth level of breathing, he still practiced hard as before to strengthen his own realm.
The sixty "Baicao Pills" purchased by Yang Ji were finally used up. However, after reaching the tenth stage of breathing, the speed at which the body can absorb the essence of trees from the world also greatly increased, so the demand for "Baicao Pills" was not
So intense.
The further he went, the more Yang Ji felt a "limit" in the air, as if the bottle was about to be filled with water.
"Have you reached your limit already?"
Yang Jiruo realized something.
The breathing realm also has an end and cannot be increased infinitely. When it reaches a certain level, the amount of external energy that the body can absorb will reach a limit. After that, no matter how hard you practice, you will not be able to absorb a single amount of energy from the world.
A little bit of energy.
The next step is to test your talent. If you cannot understand the secrets of the martial arts realm, your life's journey will stop here and you will never make any progress in your life.
This is a watershed in martial arts.
There are countless warriors in the world who have been wasted by their own martial arts talents. Yang Ji is a little worried, but also a little eager.
"Zhenwutang."
Yang Ji took a deep breath: "It's time to go there."
The Zhenwu Hall possesses a mysterious scroll passed down from the ancestors of the Yang family, which contains the path to enter the realm of martial arts. Yang Ji has no confidence in whether he can understand the secret of the scroll, but he must go there no matter what.
At night, everything is silent.
Under the Yang clan's several-foot-high wall, figures flickered for a moment.
"Whoosh!"
With a slight movement, Yang Ji flew up the wall, and then climbed over a high wall. The whole process was agile and light, without making any sound.
"Breathe ten steps, leap like an ape", reaching this step cannot be trapped by any high wall. Even if the red wall is several times higher, Yang Ji can easily climb over it.
This is the obvious difference between the tenth-level breathing level and the ninth-level breathing level. Those who can be blocked by high walls have always been those masters below tenth level.
"We're here. The Zhenwu Hall should be in the northeast."
Yang Ji crouched in the darkness, looking at the clan hinterland dotted with lights, and quickly determined the direction.
Although Yang Ji has never been inside the "Zhenwu Hall", he has lived here for a long time when he was a child. He knows the layout of the entire sect's hinterland very well and can distinguish it clearly even in the dark.
There are patrols in the clan hinterland even at night. For outsiders, even if they come in, there is a high chance of being discovered by the guards.
However, Yang Ji was different. He had been inside the clan many times, and he was fully aware of the clan's internal guard patrol routes and rules. The internal defense could stump outsiders, but it could not stump him.
After a while, Yang found the Zhenwu Hall. It was a huge ancient building with high eaves and extraordinary majesty.
At the front and rear gates of the Zhenwu Hall, the guards stood tall and bright with bright eyes. Their abundant blood gave Yang Ji a huge sense of oppression even though they were far away.
"These guards are all warriors full of blood!"
Yang Ji's eyelids twitched: "That vicious woman really did something to this place!"
The gate of Zhenwu Hall has been open all year round for all Yang family disciples to enter and observe. But now the gate is closed and tightly guarded. This is definitely not a normal phenomenon.
There was a "commotion" in the "Zhenwu Hall" a month ago, and the eldest lady sent people to take it over. At that time, Yang Ji Huohou was not here yet, and it was not time to enter the Zhenwu Hall, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.
I originally thought that the Zhenwu Hall had a respected position and had ancestral teachings there. No matter how powerful the eldest lady was, she would not dare to touch the place no matter how powerful her influence was. Unexpectedly, the eldest lady not only interfered, but also interfered until now.
"This kind of thing has never happened to anyone in the clan who has gone in and out of the Zhenwu Hall to watch. I'm afraid this woman came here for me."
Yang Ji said with hatred in his heart.
There is only a short time left before the imperial examination and Yang Ji's birthday. If Yang Ji cannot enter the Zhenwu Hall to comprehend the mysterious picture, he will not be able to successfully enter the "Martial Realm".
As soon as his sixteenth birthday passed, Yang Ji was sure that the eldest lady would take advantage of this without hesitation, deprive himself of his clan status, expel him from the clan, and at the same time, legitimately deprive him of the inheritance left to him by his father.
It doesn't matter what your ethnic origin is, but you can't let go of the relics left by your father.
This move of the eldest lady hit the nail on the head and undoubtedly hit her own weakness. Although Yang Ji took advantage of the death of Housekeeper Zhou to create the existence of an unpredictable "King Lieyang Martial", which gave the eldest lady a great taboo.
There is no doubt that this woman's viciousness has penetrated deep into her bones.
"Okay, cheer up!"
Suddenly, a guard shouted in the distance, with a hint of warning: "If anyone fails in this matter, be prepared to go see the eldest lady with your head raised. Hold on for a few more months, and don't get distracted!"
…
Yang Ji listened to the low shouts and had no doubts in his mind.
"Hmph! The abacus is pretty good. However, the more you try to suppress me, the less likely I will let you get what you want. I don't believe it. If you send a few people to guard here, there's nothing I can do!"