After sitting cross-legged for a while, practicing Zhou Tian's breathing for a few times, I felt a little refreshed, but I saw that the walls of the shallow cave were smooth, and there seemed to be characters engraved on it. If I looked closely, there was a line of small characters on the left and right, and the left was engraved.
"Climb to the top, I am the peak", the inscription is very shallow; on the right is "Climbing the clouds to the blue sky", the inscription is much deeper, it should be carved with stones from the mountain, the cliff is solid, it is not easy to engrave the words
, He Qizhou saw that it was the work of someone with internal strength. He picked up a small stone and tried scratching it on the cave wall. He found that as long as he used six or seven minutes of internal strength, the scratches would be no deeper than the words on the cave wall.
Young man, I can’t help but feel very worried!
The two lines of handwriting are completely different. They were obviously written by two people. Judging from what they wrote, the two people should have continued to climb up after resting here. However, the internal strength of the two people when carving was obviously far inferior to mine, and they actually still had
Are you brave enough to climb up?!
After all, I am a martial arts champion, and I have climbed the slippery waterfall rock wall since I was a child. Is it possible that I am still afraid? As soon as I thought of this, I suddenly felt heroic, picked up a sharp stone, and carved five words on the back wall of the stone niche: "My generation will be restored."
"Climb"! Turn over and get out of the hole, use your hands and feet to climb up little by little.
He Qizhou was not a reckless person. He climbed one step, looked at three steps, and carefully examined the ascending route. However, the higher he went up, the stronger the wind became. The howling mountain wind blew He Qizhou's coat. There was another noise on the mountain wall.
There was not a single plant or tree in sight, and it was difficult to find a foothold under my feet. I mostly relied on my hands to dig at the slight bumps and ridges on the mountain wall to climb up. My fingers gradually became numb, but the top of the mountain seemed still out of reach. Fortunately, I had plenty of energy in my body.
, and didn’t feel very tired.
We went up another ten feet. Perhaps it was because of the strong wind on the top of the mountain. The mountain walls had become smoother due to years of erosion by wind and rain. I searched hard but could no longer find a place to start. There was at least another twenty feet to the top of the mountain.
, He Qizhou sighed secretly in his heart, he couldn't go up anymore! But it's hard to go down now! Looking down, through the clouds under his feet, the houses on the mountainside were now as big as fingertips.
He Qizhou freed up his hand, took out the dagger given by his mother from his boot, bit it in his mouth, and prepared to follow the original path. If it didn't work, he would stab the dagger into the rock to pass.
As soon as I took a step back, I suddenly felt something seemed to be above my head. When I looked up, I was shocked to see a skinny figure sitting cross-legged unknowingly less than a foot above my head!
He Qizhou has had keen senses since he was a child. How could he not notice something so close? He was so shocked that his hand slipped and he suddenly slid down the mountain wall! He Qizhou hurriedly took the dagger from his mouth with one hand and channeled his energy.
, inserted the dagger hard into the mountain wall! The dagger cut iron like mud, and inserted into the hard rock with a sound. Finally, he stopped after sliding down for more than a foot. He hung on the handle of the dagger with one hand, and followed
The strong mountain wind blows from side to side.
He Qizhou looked up again, and the figure had floated down silently with him, and then stopped beside him, still with its legs crossed.
He Qizhou finally saw the other person clearly. He was the old man in the inn. At this time, he just hooked a withered finger on a shallow dent on the mountain wall and stopped. However, his body did not move at all under the strong wind!
"Who are you, Qingshan?" the old man actually asked, his voice as old as sandpaper rubbing against a stone.
He Qizhou suddenly thought of someone and was shocked. He didn't care about his embarrassed appearance and slowly shook his head.
"What about Yang Zheng?" the old man asked again, with no trace of fluctuation visible in his cloudy eyes.
He Qizhou never believed in any gods or monsters. As soon as the old man asked this question, he already had the answer in his heart and replied excitedly: "My name is He Qizhou, and I take my mother's surname. Yang Zheng is my adoptive father. You, you are the master of case."
Bar?!"
"No wonder, I didn't expect anyone to know my name now." The old man murmured, "Why don't you go up again? Didn't Yang Zheng teach you Hua Zhen Gong?"
"Are you really a master? My adoptive father died when I was four years old. Huazhen Kung was taught by my master Yuanbao Zhenren. I have only learned it for less than four months. I really don't know how to use it on this mountain climbing." He Qizhou said.
"Yuanbao? Quanzhen's little fool? Come to think of it, he is their senior brother. He is a good person, but his qualifications are a bit lacking. No, has Zheng'er been dead for so long?" the old man murmured to himself.
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"Master, are you the magical power of the Wind Control Realm? I have to go down now, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for a long time!" Seeing that the old man stopped talking, He Qizhou kept meditating, and quickly changed his left hand to his right hand in the air.
The old man said: "Sure enough, that little idiot taught him, so useless! Try running the first twelve formulas of the second half of Hua Zhen Gong in reverse order!"
He Qizhou took a breath and asked: "Now?" The second half of Nahua Zhen Gong is extremely dangerous, and going against the direction is a taboo for martial artists. If there is a mistake on this cliff, it will be doomed.
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"Aren't you climbing mountains now? Yang Zheng went up there when he was fourteen, and Qingshan was seventeen. How old are you now?" the old man asked.
"Eighteen." He Qizhou replied, but he still didn't dare to practice the Kung Fu easily. He timidly asked: "Master, do you also know Hua Zhen Kung?"
"Nonsense, without my two little ones, how could we create this skill?" A ray of clear light suddenly appeared in the old man's cloudy eyes.
When He Qizhou heard that this was indeed the case, he decided to take a risk and began to meditate on the reverse luck technique. However, after only two or three sentences, he suddenly felt that the true energy in his Dantian was swirling rapidly, like a whirlpool.
"Yes, that's it. Then if it is reversed to the yin dimension hand Shaoyin, the left hand can be adsorbed on the stone wall. The smoother it is, the more secure it is. If it is reversed to the yang dimension hand Taiyang, then the right hand can be adsorbed. As long as the palm is gently exhaled, it can be
Let go, this is the most brilliant gecko wall-walking skill!" Seeing that He Qizhou had found the doorway, the old man explained.
He Qizhou tried several times with his right hand, and sure enough the suction was strong, but when he let go it was too strong, and the person almost bounced out. Fortunately, he could hold it tightly with his left hand. He was very happy for a while. After practicing a few times, he felt that there was no problem, so he used it.
His right hand was tightly attached to the stone wall. He pulled out the dagger with his left hand and inserted it into his boot. Then he climbed up alternately with both hands. This time, he only found the smooth stone surface. It was really smooth. He was overjoyed. As he climbed up, he asked: "Master, is that right?"
Once you've mastered it, it's like detecting a dragon's claw, can you retrieve objects from afar?"
"Even worse!" The old man's tone changed slightly, and He Qizhou's comprehension ability made him a little excited. This was clearly the same as Qingshan and Yang Zheng.
"Actually, I just passed by here and wanted to see the place where my adoptive father practiced martial arts. I didn't expect to meet your master," He Qizhou said happily.
The old man just flicked his fingers, and slowly rose up around Qi Zhou like a dark cloud. He sighed: "There is no sun and moon in the mountains. I can't believe that so many years have passed. Then I will take you to see it."
He Qizhou quickly climbed to the top of the peak, but this reverse movement technique took a lot of internal energy, so he took a short rest at the top of the mountain, meditated and breathed out. While adjusting his breath, the old man explained: "Actually, this reverse movement technique is called
The "Deep Whirlpool Kung Fu" is very demanding on the body and very few people can master it. It is a martial art practiced by successive leaders of the Huashan School. Yang Shan and He Qingshan suddenly had a whim and practiced the kung fu technique backwards. They found that they could use
By expanding one's own extraordinary veins exponentially, and then using one's own internal force, the internal force coming from the opponent can be transmitted through the body. Once practiced to a certain level, one can achieve the effect of leveraging the force to strike with four ounces of force."
He Qizhou was a little strange and asked: "If it is so difficult to practice, why did my adoptive father master it at the age of fourteen and still climb to the top?"
"Yang Zheng had just opened the third channel at that time and had reached the second level of deep whirlpool skills. It took him three hours to climb up here from the mountainside. He Qingshan was better. He was already at the peak of the fourth channel. After traveling with me for half a year,
It took two hours to come back; although you also have four meridians, your internal strength is much stronger, and you have been practicing Huazhen Kung since elementary school, so you can master it as soon as you learn it. Based on your current ability, it is estimated that you can start from the mountainside in less than an hour.
Come up." The old man said.
"Ah? Aren't they not very strong when they were seventeen? I see that the carvings on the stone wall in the middle are very shallow!" He Qizhou was a little surprised. Even if it was carved by He Qingshan, his internal strength is probably not as good as Zhang Mufeng.
The old man said: "Martial arts practice depends on understanding. It is already very good to have such cultivation when they are as old as them. In the following years, there were breakthroughs every year. After returning from the army, I was even more impressed. Boy, not many
You are a true genius. If you don't practice hard, no matter how outstanding you were when you were young, your future achievements may not be that high! Well, it takes a lot of hard work to be able to penetrate the four meridians with your meridians as thick as yours, right?"
"It was my third uncle who urged me to practice martial arts since I was a child, but I also like to practice martial arts." He Qizhou finished breathing and stood up.
"Then let's go." The old man took the lead and went down the mountain from the other side of the peak. It was almost the same as the way it came. It was an extremely steep cliff. Only towards the south was the slope with a smaller slope.
He Qizhou tried to slide down slowly, and then used his palms to use the "Deep Swirl Kung Fu" to stop the slide. After several attempts, he became more and more skilled, and was able to slide down quickly all the way, and the route was specially designed for steep cliffs.
The old man stood beside him and nodded happily: "Not bad, not bad, no worse than Yang Zheng."
"How about Qingshan?" He Qizhou was a little curious and asked while skating.
"Of course he was almost there. The first time he went down the mountain, I almost couldn't catch up. That guy just wasn't willing to endure hardship..." The old man said with a proud smile, but a look of pain suddenly flashed in his eyes.
He Qizhou didn't want to hurt the old man's heart anymore, so he stopped talking about the two of them, and followed the old man silently. After descending for a hundred feet, the mountain became gentle. The old man no longer sat cross-legged, his body was hunched, and his body would drift with just a tap of his toes.
Go forward a few feet.
He Qizhou struggled to keep up, all the way down. There was no road in the mountains, but there were gradually more trees and weeds. After walking for about half an hour, after passing the ups and downs of several short hills, the two came to a valley. There was a sound coming from the valley.
With the sound of rumbling water, a waterfall about a hundred feet high fell from the sky. Compared with the waterfall in Bailian Mountain, it was more than twice as high, but the amount of water seemed to be smaller. The pool where the waterfall fell was also slightly smaller. There was a room next to it.
The dilapidated wooden house. He Qizhou thought to himself that if he really had to look for it, he might not be able to find it for three days.