That Wu Zun looked at Ming Zhiyuan in confusion, seeing that he was looking up at his face blankly, and did not say why he called him back.
After being looked at like this for a long time, Emperor Wu began to feel more and more uncomfortable.
After a while, Ming Zhiyuan suddenly stood up, pulling Yu Yizhi and the head of the Duanmu family together towards the gap in the mountain range.
When passing by Yanguan and the head of the Wushi family, he shouted, "Follow me."
Yan Guan and Wu Shipu looked at each other, then stood up and followed Ming Zhiyuan, running towards the gap in the mountain range with the Emperor Wu who followed them.
After a while, several people ran to the entrance of the gap. Ming Zhiyuan looked left and right at the steep cliffs on both sides. People from the Qingji Continent had dug out a tunnel about twenty meters wide here for decades.
Although the rocks on the mountain walls on both sides have collapsed a little, the gap is still not wide enough.
Looking up, I saw only a long strip of sky.
Ming Zhiyuan used finger measurement to calculate the width and height of the cliffs on both sides, and then felt the wind direction in the passage.
At this time, the wind direction was blowing from the slightly higher side of Jiuyan Continent.
Ming Zhiyuan tore off a thin strip of cloth from his clothes and threw it high. He saw the strip of cloth tumbling and flying towards the Qingji Continent behind him.
Ming Zhiyuan's face instantly became overjoyed. He looked at the family heads and shouted loudly, "There's a way, there's a way, hahahahaha..."
The five family heads and the Emperor Wu who was called back inexplicably looked at each other, wondering what Ming Zhiyuan was talking about?
Yu Yizhi looked at Ming Zhiyuan with questioning eyes.
"Master Zhiyuan, are you thinking of something?"
Ming Zhiyuan thought things through, and felt very happy. He looked at him and said with a smile: "I have a way to minimize casualties, and even allow us to capture the warriors of Qingji Continent without casualties."
"Ah? What can I do?"
"Is there a way for Zhiyuan Danzun to avoid casualties?"
"Speak quickly, tell me Zhiyuan Danzun, come here and let us listen."
Ming Zhiyuan pulled a few people back and forth in the gap passage and said: "The terrain on the Jiuyan Continent is higher than the Qingji Continent. In addition to the changes in wind direction caused by climate change, most of the wind blows from there. We are here.
Heaven will narrow the gap on the Jiuyan side, widen the Qingji Continent side, and then raise the inside and outside of our entrance..."
As he spoke, he gestured and led several people back and forth several times before he fully understood what he was thinking.
The heads of the family looked at me and I looked at you. After a long while, they all laughed together.
Yan Guan smiled while patting Ming Zhiyuan's arm, and said: "Zhiyuan Danzun still has a way. In this case, the losses of our warriors in Jiuyan Continent can be minimized, and maybe we can defeat them without spending a single soldier.
The entire Qingji Continent has been captured."
The head of the Duanmu family also said with a comforting look on his face: "Thanks to Zhiyuan Danzun, otherwise, there would be more Martial Lords, more Martial Emperors, and even Martial Gods in Qingji Continent than us. The last time
The battle between the two continents will probably be the last battle for the warriors of Jiuyan Continent."
Wu Shipu's eyes were bright and he kept nodding in agreement with the two heads of the family, while Yu Yizhi smiled broadly and said nothing arrogantly.
Ming Zhiyuan said to the Emperor Wu again: "Go back and report to Alchemist Qinghai and ask him to take all the alchemists to refine the Dusk Pill day and night. He knows what those powders are in the blue bag in my alchemy room."
, let him find a way to mix it into the Dummy Pill, oh, by the way, the Dummy Pill should not be made into pills, but into powder, so that it can be used easily."
The Emperor Wu repeated Ming Zhiyuan's words, and after confirming that they were correct, he clasped his fists, turned around, and hurried back to the Jiuyan Continent.
Ming Zhiyuan felt a lot more relaxed all over, and said to several family heads: "Let's quickly demolish these walls and the crudely built defensive city, and also raise the passage to the side of our Jiuyan Continent.
Some, and then fill some more sand and gravel to the higher ground, and try to narrow the entrance passage there as much as possible. We will guard the gap passage from now on."
Several family heads went to their respective assignments, leaving only Yu Yizhi to stay by Ming Zhiyuan's side.
When several generals from Tianyuan Continent heard about the tasks assigned by the family heads, they also ran over to ask Ming Zhiyuan.
Ming Zhiyuan told them his plan again, and Ming Zhiyuan didn't care about the next thing. He was only responsible for giving an outline, and the other heads of families and generals would arrange and distribute the rest.
Retreating to the entrance of Jiuyan Continent, he found a quieter place and sat down cross-legged. First, he recalled in his mind the fight between Yu Yizhi and the Qingji Female Martial Lord, and listed all their moves.
and actions were slowly replayed in my mind.
Then he took out the spiritual elixir he had refined and stuffed it into his mouth, and slowly entered the state of cultivation.
When Yu Yi saw that he wanted to practice, he also sat cross-legged not far from him and began to close his eyes and meditate.
The wound on the lower abdomen still hurts faintly. After the breath travels throughout the body and returns to the inner alchemy, one can especially feel the pain of being cut by a knife in the lower abdomen again.
Ming Zhiyuan began to search for that mysterious feeling in his mind. In several consecutive life-and-death battles, he could always find that feeling of being one with the weapon in his hand.
When practicing alchemy, he had long been accustomed to the sense of rhythm. As long as he immersed his body and mind in refining the elixir, that rhythm would appear, allowing him to find ways to further improve his alchemy.
The rhythm of martial arts had just appeared not long ago. After Ming Zhiyuan circulated his aura for three weeks, he looked inside the inner alchemy and felt that the aura in the inner alchemy was much richer and thicker than before.
Ling'er and the other four spiritual consciousnesses were all sitting cross-legged in his inner elixir and were also practicing.
Ling'er seemed to sense something, and looked up, then lowered her head and closed her eyes to continue practicing, while gently spitting out the formula she used to teach Ming Zhiyuan to practice.
"The heart sinks into the Dantian, the energy follows the body, circulates from the heart, the energy is not stagnant, the acupoints have no orifices, the nodes have no knots, they wander back and forth, there is no difference between the river and the sea..."
Ming Zhiyuan listened carefully to every word of Ling'er, circulated the breath in the inner elixir again, and imagined sinking his heart into the inner elixir in his mind.
The breath traveled through his limbs and bones, washing through every familiar acupuncture point.
While he was practicing, he followed Ling'er and recited the mantra silently in his heart, "Walking back to the circle, there is no difference between the river and the sea..."
"Wandering back and forth, there is no difference between the river and the sea..."
He recited these eight words silently again, and suddenly understood the meaning of these eight words in his mind. The breath traveled through his limbs and bones like a river, wandering for a week, and finally gathered in the inner elixir.
The inner elixir is the sea.
Jiang Hai has no other meaning than to circulate the breath that flows like a river until it is as strong and majestic as the sea in the inner alchemy.
Thinking of this, Ming Zhiyuan tried his best to mobilize more breath to flush through the meridians of his limbs and the acupuncture points of the bones.
For a time, too much breath was mobilized and washed through the meridians. It was like forcing too much breath into the meridians and running at a high speed. He only felt severe pain in his muscles and bones. With the speed of this large flow of breath, it traveled and washed away.
The pain increased to the point where the skin and flesh all over the body started to feel severe pain.
Ming Zhiyuan gritted his teeth, increasing the amount of breath flowing into his meridians again and again, and increasing the speed of the breath flushing again and again.
He could feel his meridians being stretched to the limit, and the breath rushing through him was like countless knives rapidly cutting through his meridians.
Ming Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and sweat poured down his body. The sweat beads on his forehead fell to the ground before they could gather into streams.
Yu Yizhi felt something strange. He opened his eyes and looked at Ming Zhiyuan, who was in severe pain all over his body and looked ferocious. His face looked a little strange for a moment.
After completing a week, Ming Zhiyuan almost fainted from the pain. He evened out his breathing, looked inside his Dantian again, and felt the changes in the meridians in his body.
At the beginning of another week, he still increased the amount of breath and began to rush through the meridians. When he was practicing before, a breath would travel for half a week to completely transport the breath out of the inner elixir.
After the operation is completed, they will gather again in the inner alchemy.
These two times, the breath was mobilized much more violently and massively. When the breath in the inner alchemy was completely released, he had not traveled to less than half a week, that is, the breath had just traveled to the legs and had not circulated back.
The breath has been completely transported out.
As this strengthened breath roared through his limbs, his veins were impacted again and swelled.
It still felt like being brushed through the meridians by thousands of knives. Ming Zhiyuan closed his eyes tightly and clenched his back teeth.
Another round of circulation was completed, and he checked the inner elixir and meridians again. He found that after the last operation, the meridians that were opened were still somewhat recovered. After this operation, not much of the meridians were recovered, and all the meridians in the entire body were
The joints and acupoints are all stretched out much thicker than before.
Opening his eyes, Ming Zhiyuan mobilized his breath, gathered a force in the palm of his right hand, and slapped the big stone next to him. He only heard a crash and the big stone flew out, and it took a long time to land at the foot of a mountain.
Ming Zhiyuan has noticed the improvement of his power.
He once again looked inside the inner elixir, recited the mantra silently with Ling'er, recirculated his breath, and began to practice.
Still the same, a huge amount of breath was mobilized from the inner alchemy and rushed through the meridians. He could even hear the sound of the breath rushing through the meridians, like the roar of a river.
He gritted his teeth and continued to practice week after week.
The feeling like being cut through the meridians by thousands of knives gradually began to disappear. When he could no longer feel the pain, he finally stopped practicing and looked inside at the breath in the inner elixir.
At this time, in the inner elixir, the aura that has been tempered for thousands of years has become much purer and stronger, and it is faintly spreading in the inner elixir.
Ling'er looked at it with some joy and said, "Zhiyuan, you have finally understood the essence of martial arts."
Ming Zhiyuan raised the corners of his mouth and hummed softly. Then he looked back inward, and then he felt that his whole body was sore and weak, and the smell of sweat emanating from his clothes made him unable to breathe.
He leaned back, lying on the sand and stones, looking up at the sky. He didn't know when it had gotten dark, and he looked at the sky without stars, only a faint green light.
Ming Zhiyuan took a long breath and said to Yu Yizhi on the side: "Old master, what time is it?"