Chapter 38: Qingyan Guishan

[038] Qingyan Guishan saw that the atmosphere of martial arts in the view was enthusiastic. After the morning chanting of the classics, the big brother and three brothers set up "morning exercises" to practice martial arts together. Be aware of the customization that must be followed every day.
Huhu la la everyone, counting the sixty or so people in the firework team, they lined up in a neat queue, performing martial arts together, first practicing the "Yangqi Pei Yuan Gong" adapted by the real and spiritual master Shizu, then practice [Qingyun thirty-six swords] improved by Qing Xuan.
Because there are no other mental methods except the Kunwu Yuanyu Gong, [Kunwu Yuanyu Gong] is too obvious in its own characteristics. With the premise of cultivating energy in the door, it is simply impossible to directly teach it to ordinary disciples, so as not to be sparse and undisclosed and to reveal its identity.
At the same time, [Kunwu Yuanyu Gong] is, after all, the early exercises of Taiyi Xuanyuan Ningyu Gong. This is the town-style stunt of "Kunwu Mountain" that year, how could it be easily imparted to the disciples?
Therefore, under the reluctance, the disciples and disciples in Qingyunguan all use Taoist basic internal skills [Pei Yuangong] as their foundation, and their entry into the country has been quite slow.
有了 Since the real person has inspiration from Qingxuan, after changing [Yang Qi Pei Yuan Gong], the inner strength practice of the disciples in Guanyin has become a little bit, and everyone has finally realized the extraordinaryness of inner strength.
Among the disciples of the Yamen people, many people succeeded in their breakthroughs and gained a sense of vitality, becoming true warriors.
After this change, Qingyunguan began to get rid of folk customs and gradually began to develop towards the formal Zongmen Dapa.
The disciples have not seen the "old god" for a long time. In fact, it is a very common thing. This is the case of the ancestor in the early years. Regular retreats and martial arts. Three disciples Qingsong came to take care.
Since the Lingxu real person saw Qingxuan practicing Tai Yangquan [Yang Qi Pei Yuan Gong], he was quite touched, and he has been retreating since that day. In addition to specializing in new exercises, it seems that the realm of cultivation that was difficult to advance into has also shown signs of loosening.
A real human being is a martial art idiot, but also a martial art genius. Otherwise, he would not be one of the highest-ranked disciples of the Kunwu school in his early twenties, and he would not have learned Taiyi Xuanyuanning. Yu Gong] in the first two layers.
The elder Taoist leader practiced hard and could not retreat.
Judging by the current trend, the old Taoist chief will not easily exit the customs until the teacher-to-door ratio is reached.
Qingyun's change is from top to bottom. At this time, as the most diligent disciple in Qingyun's history, the Qingxuan young Taoist is working hard, and naturally he does not realize the profound significance of Qingyun's change.
I have lived for so many days.
Zhe Qingshan is surrounded by the outer view, and Yili is in front of Cui Liumen.
It was April, early summer was coming, and it was another morning.
Tong Qingyunguan's door was squeaked open, and two sleepy little street boys dragged the broom out of the door. One was tall and tall, with thick eyebrows, but a strangely beard, but his face looked a little swollen, and at the same time he was covered with bandages; the other had two heads and was shorter than the former. But with red lips, white teeth, and clear eyebrows, people unconsciously have a good impression, but the eyes seem to be a little problem, and they always squint when they look at things.
With a rough body and a beard, it was Ma Yunyong. In the previous battle, Ma had a beard full of injuries. It was only a few days better. The injuries on his body had not healed, so he couldn't wait to get active and find something. dry.
The morning air is really fresh.
Ma Yunyong gave a big yawn, stretched a lazy waist, there was still some pain between the waist and abdomen, but it was not a big deal.
MD, after lying in bed for more than a month, the mixed bones almost rusted. However, the fight last time was really fun.
At the moment when I was proud, Ma Yunyong, who was tall and big, was also hit by a comer, and the person who hit himself screamed at the buttocks and yelled in pain.
I looked back at the person, Ma Yunyong couldn't help crying and said, "I said Yun Cong, you can't look so good. Go back and buy a walking stick, lest you roll down the mountain and kill yourself."
In the back Xiao Yuncong rubbed his head and climbed up, grievingly said, "Sorry, sorry, Brother Ma Yunyong, Uncle Xiao said, practice my internal skills, my eyes can cure OK ... Besides, why are you suddenly standing still? It made me fall. "
"Is the skin tickling?" Ma Yunyong waved his fist and thought he was powerful, but remembered that Lin Yuncong couldn't see clearly, and sighed helplessly, "A man must have great ambition and courage, you know that I don't bully the weak ... ... Hum, let your spirits stand, wait for your eyes to look good, and then I will let you know how powerful your fists are. "
I knew that Ma Yunyong was fierce outside and good at heart, but his mouth was hard and soft, and the little Taoist Lin Yuncong didn't care. Hehe laughed and started sweeping the floor.
Ma Yunyong leaned against the door leaning on the big broom and said, "Well, this year's Shimen is far behind me. It's a pity."
"Don't make trouble, you're only seven years old, your brothers are in their teens, and the big brothers are sixteen. Who will test with you? Please don't take the opportunity to be lazy, will you help me sweep the floor?" Lin Yuncong Sweeping the floor while complaining.
"Hum," despised Lin Yuncong for a while, and drew a set of boxing punches to Lin Yuncong who lowered his head to work. "You said, how many disciples can they bring back this time?"
Speaking of this, Lin Yuncong also stopped and said with a longing look: "No matter how many are brought back, I will never be the last one in the generation."
Yes. The two sighed.
In the view of Qingyun, in addition to the two little treasures of the master ’s family, regardless of their seniority, martial arts, and age, they are the bottom of the two. They are Ma Yunyong and Lin Yuncong. Brother, it can be painful to be given up everywhere. In particular, Ma Yunyong challenged everywhere, but no one answered. Otherwise, in the end, the aggressive wild boy will not be forced to find Qingxuan.
As soon as I thought of those sad reminders, Ma Yunyong could not help but sigh again.
Ma Yunyong and Lin Yuncong are both secular children, but they are not orphans. Ma Yunyong's father, Ma Dashan, was a horse bandit across the southwest. He obeyed Qingyuguan's disciple Qingyan's flicker, and then Jinpen washed his hands and became a rich man. Ma Dashan; As for Lin Yuncong, Lao Tzu is the accountant in charge of storage in Huangzhong County, Qingyang Township. He is eating imperial food and is a civil servant, but because there are too many children at home ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Lin Yuncong's fifth child, who is weak and sick since childhood The fortune-teller said that only by giving the child to the gods can he feed, which brought Lin Yuncong, who was under four years old, to Qingyunguan.
The two are in the Yunzi generation, according to the order of entry, the two people ranked the bottom.
Lin Yuncong shook his head and lowered his head to continue working.
I swept for a long time, and suddenly my body was hit. Looking back, it was Ma Yunyong, "If you don't go to your side, why bother me?"
"What? What's your side? I've been sweeping here. I said you don't have good eyes. You don't like to listen. I have cleaned it up. What else do you want to sweep?" Ma Yunyong widened his eyes. , I shouted.
"Is that so?" Lin Yuncong's eyes were really distressed, and he didn't know if he had swept the wrong place. "Oh, I'm sorry."
"Forget it, forget it, don't go back and scan the other side?" Ma Yunyong held back the smile on his lips.
"Oh, okay."
Lin Lincong dragged the broom to the other side and started to sweep again.
云 Ma Yunyong on the other side was almost forgiven.
I was cleaning by Lin Yuncong, and while Ma Yunyong was grinning, a leisurely, bright song came from under the mountain.
Life is empty, is empty,
I have forgotten to explain Huifeng.
I am confused.
Good luck, good fortune,
Anti-prime light in the world.
Imaginary everywhere.
Uh ...
I was a song of "Thinking of Immortals", with a chic singing voice, a romantic mood, and an indescribable flowing spirit. A cyan figure that moves with the song. At the beginning of the song, people are still down the mountain. When the song is over, people have come to the front ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Welcome the book readers to read, the latest, fastest, hottest The serial works are all in ~ EbookFREE.me ~