Chapter 174: Comprehending the Artistic Conception
For ten days, except for eating, Zhou Dao never left the big handprint mark. Even at night. He meditated and practiced next to the handprint every day. When he was tired, he would cross his legs and take a rest. When he was hungry, Pan Liang and others would bring it to him.
Food. At first, Zhou Wenshu was very worried when he saw his son like this. But in the end, he felt relieved when Pan Liang and others said that some masters practiced in seclusion for months or years without going out.
In the past ten days, Zhou Dao had eaten a thousand-year-old ginseng he had brought with him. Whenever he was exhausted, he would take a bite while crossing his legs to adjust his breathing.
Clicking, Zhou Dao ate the last piece of ginseng into his stomach, and felt a warm current melting in his stomach, and then flowing into his meridians, and the fatigue on his body after a week was suddenly wiped away.
"Hey, it seems like you have to make some pills when you have time. It would be too wasteful to take them directly, and the effect is not the best." Zhou Dao thought to himself.
"I almost understand the artistic conception of this Mahamudra. If I continue to understand it, I'm afraid I won't be able to achieve it with my current strength, so I have to go here first."
Ten days later, Zhou Dao felt that he had made great progress and understanding of the palm techniques he had practiced in the past. For example, he had a new understanding of the Yin and Yang Palm, the giant spirit palm.
The eight pictures of the Eight Heavenly Dragons that I had memorized in my mind have become much clearer. Zhou Dao feels that he can almost do the first movement.
When Zhou Dao returned home, he was surprised to find that the yard of his home was packed with people, even outside the door. They were all villagers from his own village.
"This is..." Zhou Dao was a little strange.
"Look, Dao'er is back."
"Haha, Dao'er has finished practicing."
"You're really promising."
Everyone said enthusiastically, making Zhou Dao a little curious.
"Three uncles and two aunts, who are you?"
"Haha, it's nothing. We're here to play, and we're here to thank you."
"Nothing, nothing," Zhou Dao said quickly.
Zhou Dao came to the house, where Zhou Wenwen was chatting with a few old men.
"Father."
"Dao'er, you're finally home." Zhou Wen said with a smile.
"Second Grandpa and Third Uncle, you are also here." Zhou Dao greeted.
"Haha, yes, I didn't expect that Dao'er would be so promising after a few years." Several old men laughed.
"Haha." Zhou Dao just giggled.
"Well, let's leave first and come back when we have time." Finally, the old man stood up and said.
"Sit down for a while." Zhou Wenwen said.
"Haha, no, we are all one family so close, it doesn't matter when we come to play." The third uncle said enthusiastically.
After everyone left, Zhou Dao asked in confusion: "What's going on?"
"Haha, it's nothing. Didn't you give each family a hundred taels of silver? From that day on, our house was packed with people every day." Zhou Wen said with a smile.
"Oh, that's right." Zhou Dao nodded.
"But there is one more thing." Zhou Wenwen suddenly said.
"What's going on?" Zhou Dao asked in confusion.
"Several families have come to tell me that they want their children to follow you out and to make a difference," Zhou Wenwen said.
"Is this it?" Zhou Dao thought about it.
In fact, Zhou Dao also thought about this idea. It would not be a good thing for him to take the young people from the village out and teach them martial arts. However, the fighting outside was fierce and he might be dead. If something happened to him, he would not be able to do anything to the villagers.
Account.
"What's wrong? Are there any difficulties?" Zhou Dao asked as he saw Zhou Dao pondering Zhou Wenshu.
"That's it." Zhou Dao said what he was thinking.
"That's true." Zhou Wenwen also pondered.
"Besides, it depends on each person's qualifications. Those with poor qualifications won't have much of a future, but it is okay to teach kung fu." Zhou Dao thought about it.
"Too."
"Let's take a look. When I have time, I can gather everyone together and let me explain." Zhou Dao made up his mind.
After resting for two days, Zhou Dao began to practice again in the back mountain. This time Zhou Dao no longer practiced Mahamudra but came to the fist seal.
This fist seal was even more powerful than the big hand seal just now, and Zhou Dao even guessed that it was not caused by one person.
The artistic conception emanating from this fist seal is extremely strong. It is different from the mighty and domineering power of the big hand seal just now. This punch seems to be punching through the earth. It is also sharp and sharp, with an aura that swallows the heaven and the earth.
Moreover, this punch also has another characteristic, that is, it is solid, and it does not waste any effort when punching. This is what Zhou Dao admires the most.
One punch can exert its power to the maximum without wasting any energy, which is far from possible with Zhou Dao's strength.
This time Zhou Dao practiced in front of the fist seal for half a month.
I saw Zhou Dao raising his arms, clenching his fists, shouting loudly, and a burst of domineering energy that he didn't usually have in his body. He punched the ground straight away.
The rubble was flying. Zhou Dao looked at the fist marks on the ground, then shook his numb arm and whispered: "Finally, there is some progress."
After practicing the fist seal, Zhou Dao felt that although his physical strength had not increased, every punch and palm he made was now much more powerful than before. The most important thing was that he brought a sense of domineering when he punched, and his momentum drove the punches.
Jin is more powerful and can also cause psychological pressure on the opponent's method.
In the next month, Zhou Dao studied some other traces, and only learned a little bit. However, these have been digested by Zhou Dao. After all, his strength is here, no matter what, he has to step by step.
After all, there is no such thing as a one-step process.
Fortunately, Zhou Dao has been transformed by the Spirit Gathering Pearl in an unusual way. Both physically and mentally, he is much stronger than ordinary people. Otherwise, he would not be able to realize these things, nor would he be able to comprehend the previous Eight Heavenly Dragon Styles and other magic techniques.
It will be deeply recorded in my mind.
In fact, there are not many traces in the entire valley. These days, Zhou Dao has been thinking about how the traces in the valley were caused. Fighting does not feel like fighting, and practicing does not feel like practicing. It would not be justified if someone deliberately printed them.
So Zhou Dao has always been puzzled. Especially the last trace is also the largest trace in the valley.
Zhou Dao studied almost all the traces in the entire valley, and there was only one left, which was the split hill.
This is a hill around the valley, with a small path in the middle, as if it had been split open with a knife or an axe. In the past, Zhou Dao believed that it was caused by a fight between gods. But Zhou Dao now has doubts after practicing. Although the big mudra
Some of the traces already surprised Zhou Dao, but these traces were nothing compared to the traces that split the hill. This was not a distance of several dozen feet, but a hill.
At first Zhou Dao even thought that this was not caused by man. After all, Zhou Dao could not imagine what kind of strength it would take to create such a mark. But after observing for a while, Zhou Dao was shocked to find that this should be caused by man. What kind of force was used?
I don't know what kind of weapon it is.
Zhou Dao carefully let go of his mental power to sense it, because Zhou Dao knew that if traces of this level emitted an aura, he would not be able to bear it. By then, it would not just be as simple as being possessed, but he might even lose his life.
However, Zhou Dao's mental power gradually spread out, and the mountain peak in front of him showed no reaction at all. Zhou Dao continued to increase his mental power, and finally gritted his teeth and spread it to the extreme, but still no trace of the mountain peak in front of him showed any reaction. Finally, he slowly put away his mental power and gave up.