Yang Ji sat cross-legged on a mountaintop with a wide view, silently lost in thought. In the distance, countless white clouds rose and fell, filling the sky like cotton wool.
The spring breeze hit, and a gust of mountain breeze passed by his ears. Yang Ji's heart moved, and he was thoughtful.
"The book of poetry says, 'The same voice responds to the same breath, the same breath responds to each other, the clouds follow the dragon, the wind follows the tiger, and the sage's actions lead to all things seeing'. All things feel each other, and the white clouds fluttering are actually pushed by the wind, because the wind has no permanent shape, so
Clouds have no permanent appearance and are erratic."
Yang Ji opened up all the connections, and the long lag suddenly opened:
"I haven't made much progress in practicing "Cloud Hands" because I can't understand the essence of the erratic nature of Cloud Hands. 'The clouds follow the dragon, the wind follows the tiger', the wind is the opponent, because the opponent is not a person, so it is difficult to deal with it.
It will be erratic and will not be limited to one move. - Take advantage of the situation, respond randomly, as the opponent changes, I will also change. This is the essence of "Cloud Hand"'s erratic nature."
When Yang Ji thought about this, he became energetic and his thoughts suddenly poured out for thousands of miles like water from a floodgate.
"Whoosh!"
Yang Ji jumped and suddenly stood up. Without looking at the clouds in the sky, the shapes and pictures of thousands of clouds naturally appeared in Yang Ji's mind, and then he began to practice "Cloud Hands".
After a long time, Yang Ji continued to practice painting, and he had accumulated a large number of drawings of clouds in the room. The shapes of various clouds could emerge as soon as he thought about them, without having to look up at the sky.
"The wind has no permanent shape, and the clouds have no permanent appearance..."
Yang Ji murmured to himself, slowly closing his eyes, and slowly dancing his hands with the airflow. The thousands of pictures of clouds of different shapes memorized in his mind began to decrease with the dancing of his hands.
Yang Ji completely relaxed, his body as pure as nature, treating the wind around him as his opponent, and his body changed with the surge.
"The wind has no form or form. Even the wind can be used as an opponent to find flaws, let alone other warriors."
A kind of enlightenment arose in Yang Ji's heart. In the dark, he imagined himself as a cloud, floating with the air current around him, having no fixed place and changing constantly.
Under the influence of this artistic conception, the thousands of cloud shapes remembered in Yang Ji's mind quickly disappeared in geometric multiples. As these cloud pictures disappeared, another "cloud" gradually formed in Yang Ji's heart.
, an erratic, formless "cloud".
Every time the picture of white clouds disappears, the "white clouds" in Yang Ji's heart become more solid. In a short period of time, the pictures of clouds in Yang Ji's mind have been reduced from thousands to hundreds, and there are even more.
is decreasing geometrically.
"Buzz!"
When the cloud pictures in Yang Ji's mind were reduced to dozens, a sudden change occurred. Yang Ji's two arms suddenly became like weeping willows, drawing many blurred afterimages, and finally suddenly broke through a certain
At a critical point, one arm splits into "two". At first glance, it seems like he has four arms.
Yang Ji didn't seem to see this. At the moment of breakthrough, his mind suddenly entered an ethereal realm...
I don't know how long it took, but all the images of clouds in Yang Ji's mind disappeared, leaving only a warm and erratic "white cloud" artistic conception in his heart.
"Success!"
Yang Ji slowly opened his eyes, knowing that his "Cloud Hand" had finally reached the level of Xiaocheng. This level may still be lacking against the strong ones in the martial arts realm, but no one can match him in the breathing realm.
""Cloud Hands" still needs the strength of the martial arts realm. Although the artistic conception of "Yun Xu" is slow, it is erratic, but the shots must be fast. My current speed is still too slow, and many times I can't catch up with my shots.
idea."
Yang Ji secretly said.
He didn't feel it before, but as his strength improved, Yang Ji felt more and more that his body's reaction could not keep up with the movement of his mind. This feeling became more and more obvious when he practiced the "Unity of Fist and Intention Diagram".
"Now I finally understand the meaning of the diagram of the unity of fist and mind. The mind of a martial artist in the breathing realm is the mind, and the body is the body, so no matter how much I practice, the body's reaction cannot keep up with the speed of the mind. And I practice the unity of fist and mind.
When I was drawing, my will was dispersed and integrated into my body. The purpose is to completely integrate my will and my body to achieve the state of unity of mind and hand, thought and fist, and fist and mind."
Yang Ji was well versed in poetry and books and was a very smart person.
There were originally many things that I didn't understand about this "Picture of the Unity of Fist and Intent", but now that I practice "Cloud Hands", the two aspects have been understood and confirmed by each other, and I immediately understand many things that I didn't understand before.
In the past, Yang Ji only felt that "warriors" in the martial arts realm were quick in their attacks and powerful, and didn't feel much else. But now, after a hundred strikes, he immediately felt the gap between the two realms.
"We must reach the martial arts realm as soon as possible!"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
It was getting late, and Yang Ji quickly left the mountain.
At Xu o'clock in the evening, it was already very late. Yang Ji changed his clothes, jumped out of the window and left the woodshed.
"I don't know what the purpose of those green forest gangsters is. Many of them are asleep now. If they want to take action, it's almost time."
Yang Ji secretly thought of the green forest bandits he bumped into during the day.
These ferocious characters rarely enter the town, and Yang Ji instinctively feels that something will happen tonight. There is a saying that "people with high skills are bold", and Yang Ji is getting stronger now, and he does not shy away from such things.
"If you want to leave Pingchuan County in the future, you must pass through the areas controlled by these green forest bandits. It will always be beneficial to have more contact with them in the future."
Yang Ji murmured in his heart.
He did not go out through the gate. He turned over and climbed directly out of the outer wall of the Yang clan. He identified the direction in the dark and immediately walked in the direction he remembered during the day.
There are not many restaurants and hotels in the market, but they are all scattered in various places. Walking in the direction he remembered, Yang Ji soon saw two hotels, one large and one small, on the street, not far apart.
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"If the small shop can't accommodate them, they must be in a big restaurant."
Yang Ji took a look and saw that the lights were still on inside the restaurant, and some merchants were coming in and out.
"It's half an hour at most before we close. They can only take action at that time."
Yang Ji was not in a hurry and found a dark, hidden corner to wait silently.
Half an hour later, there was a hoarse sound, and a window opened in the southeast direction of the restaurant. A strong figure jumped out of the window, leaned on the wall, and landed gently on the ground.
"Come down."
The leading bandit waved behind him. Soon, one after another big men jumped out of the window.
"What a superb skill, at least a master of breathing at the ninth or tenth level."
Yang Ji's eyes flashed, and he quickly estimated the strength of these people.
That window is very high from the ground. If it is a warrior with eighth-level breathing, the sound will definitely be loud when it falls. Only those with ninth-level or tenth-level breathing can control the power without being shocked.
"Walk!"
After the seven green forest bandits landed, they waved and immediately rushed towards the direction they had explored during the day without saying a word. Their steps were light, their hands and feet were nimble, and they made no sound in the darkness.
"It's time to take action... Who is their target?"
Yang Ji didn't say a word, kept a certain distance, and quickly followed.
The seven people walked back and forth in the alley, turning around and trying to avoid the places where the lights were still on. After a while, these people finally stopped.
"Baicao Xing? The target of these is the Baicao Xing of the Li clan!"
Yang Ji was surprised when he saw the plaque illuminated under the two red lanterns. He followed these green forest gangsters around, but he didn't expect that the purpose of these people was actually the "Baicao Xing" he had just visited more than a month ago.
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"These people are going to attack the Li clan!"
A flash of lightning flashed in Yang Ji's mind.
In Pingchuan County, the Li family may not have produced as many "Martial Arts Scholars" as the Yang family, but in terms of economic strength, it definitely surpasses the Li family.
Moreover, because of their Baicao Wan business, their shop was very large, and they often organized caravans to sell to other places in the interior.
If these green forest gangsters want to rob, "Baicao Xing" is obviously a good place.
"Whoosh!"
Just when Yang Ji was surprised, these people jumped up one by one, like kites, and tumbled into the "Baicao Xing". Among the seven people, only the weakest one, the ninth-level breather, was left standing guard outside.
"Whoosh!"
A cold light flashed in the darkness, and the man tore open the cloth bag on his waist, revealing the knife inside. The gleaming white sword was shocking in the darkness.
"ah!--"
A woman's shrill scream suddenly came from within the courtyard wall. The sound was short and stopped abruptly after a moment. Even those who heard it thought it was their own hallucination.
"They took action!"
Yang Ji's heart moved, and a thought flashed through his mind.