"call!"
Under the moonlight, Zhang Mingtu looked at the ink that had not yet completely dried and let out a sigh.
“Almost there!”
Mr. Su had already written the last word, and the few words written by Brother Ruxian still carried the scent of ink.
After a busy day of receiving various guests, his parents were quite tired and had fallen asleep. Only Zhang Mingtu was full of energy after the marrow cleansing and blood transfusion, and he no longer needed sleep.
Just sitting cross-legged in meditation for an hour every day can restore all your energy.
After going over all the things he needed to do in his mind and making sure there were not too many omissions, Zhang Mingtu closed his eyes slightly.
"The grain ship gang has already told Wang Mazi to be on the lookout. Now all we have to do is quietly wait for the earth-shattering explosion from Xingguo County."
After thinking it over and making sure there weren't too many omissions, Zhang Mingtu released the Qi and blood in his body slightly and controlled it above the letter. The hot breath made the air slightly distorted, and soon the ink dried completely.
Well, this is a little trick that can be mastered after reaching the true essence realm after washing the marrow and exchanging blood. It is not worth mentioning.
He listened to his parents' breathing and quietly observed the state of their blood circulation. He estimated that they would need to sleep for another three to four hours.
Zhang Mingtu turned over and rushed out of the window. He moved very quickly and soon blended into the night.
Without anyone noticing, he visited both Wang's and Li's homes.
Zhang Mingtu didn't care that he hadn't collected any obsessions today. After all, even in wealthy families, it was impossible for people to die every day.
He turned around and returned to the courtyard where he had hidden the sword yesterday. The courtyard was silent and it was obvious that no one had been there. Zhang Mingtu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he practiced boxing and kicking in the courtyard, not the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra, but the Tiangang Guiyuan.
No matter how much he has experienced, Zhang Mingtu knows clearly that only martial arts will not deceive him.
In the future, even if he has practiced martial arts to a very high level, consciousness is consciousness and body is body, and it will still take some time to fully digest and absorb it in a way that suits his own level.
After all, if you drop from King to Bronze, you still need to be a little familiar with the rhythm and skills of the Bronze period.
Zhang Mingtu knew clearly that everything he had came from his own hard work and study, and he could not get help from others, so he had to work harder and strive to become stronger.
"After all, I have average talent. If I don't work hard, I'll just be a background figure when I meet a genius in the future."
Tiangang Guiyuan mobilizes the Qi and blood in the body, uses the essence to feed back to itself, and strengthens the body.
Moreover, it must be performed according to the corresponding meridians and veins. The practice is quite complicated. The 365 acupoints in the human body must correspond one by one, and the essence and energy must be inhaled and exhaled at the same time.
It requires extremely high control over a person's spirit and true energy.
It is extremely difficult to get started. Even in a big sect, with good teaching since childhood, it is still very difficult to cultivate to Tiangang Guiyuan.
Fortunately, Zhang Mingtu has been practicing in the future pointed out by the Book of Life and Death for more than a year, and he has also been taught and guided by a master-level Taoist priest.
Even though this was the first time he practiced this, he was able to control the Qi, find the acupoints, and correspond to the Heart of Heaven quite fluently.
After a while, he found the trick. He swallowed a wisp of true qi into each of the 365 acupoints, and then it was absorbed by the acupoints at the same time.
Suddenly, a stream of pure energy spread from all the acupoints to the whole body.
At first, it was just a trickle of water winding like a stream, but in the end, it gradually gathered together and slowly spread throughout the body according to the method of Tiangang Guiyuan.
In an instant, all 480 million pores on the body seemed to relax, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth at the same time.
Not only was the true energy that had just been consumed in refining replenished, but the body was also strengthened, and the skin all over the body was faintly red.
At that moment, the vital energy was quite powerful, strengthening the body and causing the skin to feel a little stimulated.
Zhang Mingtu exhaled slowly. He was not proud. After all, he had seen real top figures.
All the powerful families he swept through Jianyi were able to obtain elixirs that could help him cleanse his marrow and change his blood six times. God knows how powerful those top powerful families and big sects are.
"If we want to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, we can only rely on the hard work of me and my many brothers."
"After all, I'm not a genius. I don't have that one percent of inspiration. I can only use 100 percent of my effort to achieve some insignificant little achievements."
From the beginning to familiarity with Tiangang Guiyuan, habits gradually form within each teaching.
Every time you practice, a wisp of true qi seed will fall into it, forming a cyclone, and you can practice automatically without the need for active mental attention.
Zhang Mingtu stopped practicing on his own initiative. It wasn't that he couldn't reach a higher level. After all, he had reached the third level before, so there was no obstacle for him to reach the first three levels again.
However, Tiangang Guiyuan is one of the best martial arts in the world, and its resources and requirements are also first-class.
Various elixirs that replenish blood and strengthen the body, and various elixirs that strengthen the essence and consolidate the foundation are indispensable during the process of cultivation.
Forcing yourself to practice will only squeeze out your body's potential, resulting in half the effort and twice the results.
In the Ten Thousand Mountains, the monsters and their essence and blood that the old Taoist's boys obtained from the mountains every day, as well as the herbs picked from the mountains, served as nourishment for their practice, and there were no bottlenecks or flaws.
But it is not possible nowadays. Being poor in literature and rich in martial arts is not just talk in any era.
"Alas, it all comes down to money!"
Zhang Mingtu sighed.
"We must find a way to solve this problem!"
Now he has no shortage of cultivation experience, nor does he lack top-notch skills, but he is indeed stuck in terms of cultivation resources.
"You can't go to the Shiwan Mountains. No decent person can survive there."
Zhang Mingtu recalled the tragic experience in the Ten Thousand Mountains.
During the years he lived in the Ten Thousand Mountains, he was either fighting or on his way to fight every day, which resulted in him being covered in wounds.
My fighting experience has increased a lot, and I now have a good impression of the habits of various ferocious beasts.
But it is of little use. After all, the Book of Life and Death shows that if you don't fight in the Ten Thousand Mountains in the future, you will die.
It's a life-or-death struggle, there's no other way.
Now that there is no imminent life-threatening crisis, Zhang Mingtu would rather live a more comfortable life.
"Then we can only start from another aspect."
Zhang Mingtu touched the token of the Jinyiwei flag in his hand.
Zhang Mingtu had tried to publicly report the Wang and Li families as a Jinyiwei and suffered terrible retaliation. Now he would not dare to do it again.
But there are more ways for the Jinyiwei to get promoted and rewarded than just investigating various forms of corruption.
Being able to find various monsters in the place where they live and kill and capture them is also a great achievement.
Thinking of the body of the catfish monster that mysteriously disappeared in the Ganjiang River and the intricate underground river, Zhang Mingtu narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Reporting it is a good idea.”
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