bookandnovel Chapter 112 1 moment
Chapter 112 1 moment
Lin Mu stood at the bottom of the waterfall for a full hour.
The torrent of water crashed down on my head. At first, I was able to keep my balance with my stance training, but then my head started to spin. In the mist in front of my eyes, it looked like a flock of golden birds were flying in circles.
He gritted his teeth and endured for a few more moments before reluctantly emerging from under the waterfall, his skin red from the water and his ears ringing.
Once Lin Mu had walked away, Jiang Wang slapped his forehead, "Oh, I forgot to tell him that he will condense his core whenever he can make the waterfall flow backward."
Lin Mu returned to the inn and leaned against the couch, closing his eyes to rest.
The same thing kept running through my mind: how to use this body-tempering technique before condensing the core.
Qingzhou Prefecture is not like Heyuan; there are countless people with the Core Formation Realm and those with the Transformation Realm as common as dogs.
In particular, the few literary moves made by the Golden Jade Prince last night made him realize that Jiang Wang's statement, "Ten years of hard work in martial arts may not be as good as a single volume of sage's teachings," was true.
He closed his eyes and recalled again the mantra that Zou Zhentian had recited in the prison cell.
The seven layers of cocoons in the dantian rotated slowly, and the seals on the cocoon walls brightened and dimmed with each breath.
There were a few sentences in the body-forging technique manual for the Core Formation stage that he had never quite figured out.
"The Qi flows like silk, and the cocoon forms like pearls. The pearls are strung together, like a chain. It begins in the Dantian and ends at the Yongquan point. When the Qi arrives, the strength arrives, without delay or stagnation."
Each word in these sentences is recognizable when taken out of context, but when put together, they tell a different story.
The phrase "Qi flows like silk and cocoons form like pearls" means that in addition to the large cocoon in the dantian, smaller cocoons can also form in other parts of the body.
These cocoons are strung together like beads, forming a channel from the dantian to the soles of the feet. When qi flows in this channel, it is unobstructed and arrives instantly.
He suddenly sat up from the couch.
Jiang Wang said that condensing the elixir is the instantaneous burst of energy and spirit from the whole body, while Zou Zhentian's incantation is to use cocoon chains to connect the whole body.
Without further hesitation, he sat cross-legged and focused his mind on the cocoon of qi in his dantian.
A very thin and soft thread of air is drawn from the innermost layer of the cocoon wall, and guided down the meridian, through the waist and hips, and along the inner thigh towards the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of the foot.
The first time, the air wire was too thin, and it broke before it even reached my knee.
The second time the energy strands were strong enough, but when they reached the calves, the meridian pathways were complex, and the energy strands couldn't get around them, disintegrating into very faint golden specks halfway through.
The third time, instead of directly guiding the energy thread to the soles of his feet, he used the ancient hand seal technique of Zou Zhentian to coil the energy thread into a tiny dewdrop-like cocoon every short distance along the way.
First tie a knot at the knee, then at the ankle, and finally at the Yongquan acupoint.
Three dewdrop cocoons are strung together to form an extremely thin and pale golden chain, extending from the dantian (lower abdomen) all the way to the soles of the feet.
The cocoon-like layer in the dantian suddenly accelerated its rotation as if activated, as if something had been awakened.
The Qi in the Dantian and the Qi in the dew-covered calluses on the soles of the feet merge into one at the same instant, without any obstruction or delay.
He was suddenly overcome with inspiration and stomped his foot on the ground.
Boom! He was sent flying off the roof of the guesthouse like a cannonball, the sound of shattering tiles echoing behind him.
In an instant, he covered ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), his figure sweeping across the bamboo forest, the water mist from the waterfall beneath his feet splitting in two by the shockwave.
He landed steadily on the edge of the platform and looked down at the soles of his feet.
The dew-like cocoon at the Yongquan acupoint was still slightly warm, and the seven layers of cocoons in the dantian were slowly slowing down, with the golden light spots on the cocoon chain flashing on and off.
It became.
It's not a nascent soul, but its speed and explosive power are already comparable to those of a nascent soul cultivator.
With experience, he needed to consider how to use body-strengthening techniques to deliver punches.
This is his strongest fighting force at present.
He closed his eyes and focused his mind back into his dantian.
Since the cocoon chain can spread from the dantian to the Yongquan point, it can certainly spread along the path of the fist to the fist tip as well.
He drew out the energy strands and guided them along the meridians towards the fist's edge.
The first time, just as the path of the fist's movement was being drawn out, the energy flow broke down.
The punch is an explosive force from the inside out, and the energy is as fine and soft as silk threads. The two forces combined are simply too much to withstand.
The second time, he pressed his fist down to the thinnest and lightest position, drawing out only a tiny, weak trace of fist energy and attaching it to the air wisp.
The air strands held on until they reached the upper arm before collapsing again.
Lin Mu did not continue to act recklessly.
He recalled that when he was laying the cocoon chain earlier, the air threads were prone to breaking halfway because the span was too large.
From the dantian to the Yongquan point, only two dew-like cocoons form in between. The Qi must pass through the knee and ankle joints in one breath. When the meridian turns, the force dissipates and it is easy to break.
Later, he added a dew-covered cocoon to each of his knees and ankles, and broke the long chain into several smaller sections, which stabilized the air strands.
The power of a punch is greater than that of a kick, so the spacing between the cocoons needs to be denser.
He started drawing the silk again, this time forming a dew-like cocoon every thumb's length, using tiny knots to secure the silk threads.
From the dantian to the shoulder, from the shoulder to the elbow joint, and from the elbow joint to the fist, six stones were laid all the way.
When the last dewdrop cocoon landed on the fist, the entire cocoon chain vibrated with a hum, and the energy cocoon in the dantian suddenly tightened. An extremely heavy and fierce force flowed from the dantian along the cocoon chain straight to the fist without any obstruction, arriving instantly.
He looked down at his fist.
There was no Shattered Mountains and Rivers on the fist; the golden light of the cocoon chain flashed briefly on the knuckles.
He didn't know exactly how heavy the punch was, but he estimated it must have been at least a thousand pounds.
He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the bamboo forest, eager to clash with the Core Formation disciples of the Idle Sect.
But the thought only lingered in his mind for less than a moment before he suppressed it.
Exposing our strength is a foolish act.
Whether it's a cocoon chain or a fist technique, in a place like Qingzhou Prefecture where condensing the inner core is commonplace, the less you expose, the longer you'll live.
After letting go of his obsession with the battle against Ning Dan, his spirit and energy instantly relaxed, and his stomach growled.
Then came the second sound, the third sound, and finally it turned into a very loud and undignified gurgling sound.
He leaned against the couch, the cocoon of qi in his dantian still slowly rotating. His blood and qi had been almost completely drained, and his stomach felt empty, as if something had hollowed it out from the inside.
The Qi and Blood Pills were almost gone, with only two or three left in the porcelain bottle. The loose silver in his sleeve pocket was enough to get by, but living off his savings was not a solution.
Since he didn't join the Xian Sect, he definitely couldn't ask Jiang Wang for anything.
The Zou family is also not a good option; it's unknown whether that old man has escaped his predicament.
After much deliberation, he finally set his sights on the Quan family.
He was, after all, a retainer of the Quan family.
Although the monthly silver and Qi and Blood Pills that the Quan family gave him in Heyuan were not much, they were never delayed.
Qingzhou Prefecture is the Quan family's ancestral home, so the amount of offerings they receive should be no less than the amount they receive in the past.
He put his things into his sleeve pocket, pushed open the bamboo door of the inn, and walked out in the morning light.
Quan Feng had always boasted that the Quan family was extremely famous in Qingzhou Prefecture, so Lin Mu asked an old man selling wontons on the street for information.
The old man draped the rag over his shoulder and looked him up and down: "The Quan family? The Quan family, the biggest one in Qingzhou Prefecture?"
Lin Mu nodded.
"Go three blocks ahead, and you'll see the house with two stone lions squatting at the entrance, and golden kites carved on the lions' heads. That's the house."