Chapter 726: Songtao Qigong
Ban Ji covered his heart with his hands and gasped for a long time before he calmed down.
But his gloomy face could not be changed no matter what.
His plans were seriously disrupted!
He subconsciously looked up at the sky, feeling a deeper sense of mystery and malice regarding human calamity.
"That Che Zhuzi is a member of the Wanxiang Sect. Madam Pansi, an outsider, actually dared to attack him."
"Even if it's just seduction, once discovered, the consequences will be dire! If Che Zhuzi becomes aware of it, it would be reasonable for him to kill Pan Si Niang directly."
"This guy is so bold!"
Banji felt regretful.
"Even if these demon cultivators know the rules of the Wanxiang Sect, their understanding is superficial. They don't know how to grasp the details and the degree of measure at all!"
"Once the case is discovered and the investigation leads to me, I will be seriously implicated."
"hateful."
Benji clenched his fists.
He must seek the best response to the worst case scenario.
Once Lady Pan Si was captured, he could not expect her to keep her mouth shut for him. The most likely scenario was that she would find fault with him.
In a word, don't count on the bottom line of the demon cultivators.
"In fact, even if Lady Pansi was killed, there is no shortage of soul-searching methods in the world."
"no!"
"I must cut myself off from this matter as soon as possible..."
Ban Ji frowned deeply, and thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a chill from the deepest part of his heart.
Obviously, if he were to completely cut off ties with the four demon cultivators now, he would not be able to get back the huge sum of money he had spent before, and he would not be able to use this method to contain and entangle Ning Zhuo.
"Is this a human robbery? Is it forcing me to face it proactively?"
"No!"
Ban Ji's expression was furious. "I just need to sever ties with Lady Pansi and immediately add contracts to the other three to prevent them from violating the unspoken rules and blaming me if something goes wrong."
"But no matter what, you can't touch the beads."
Ban Ji knew very well that if he insisted on implementing his original plan, the consequences might be quite serious!
Even if Ning Zhuo did not participate, once the Wanxiang Sect investigated and found out that Ban Ji was the person behind Pan Si Niangzi, and in the end he also passed Che Zhuzi's Xingyun test and gained actual benefits.
What would the Wanxiang Sect think?
Ban Ji was very clear: according to the style of the Wanxiang Sect, he would definitely be severely punished!
"Void Spider Silk, my Void Spider Silk..."
Ban Ji lamented in his heart and had to give up with great pain.
He felt extremely aggrieved because Ning Zhuo did not take any action this time. The real source of his obstruction was himself!
Ning Zhuo woke up, feeling refreshed and free of fatigue.
"My soul is composed of millions of human souls. My body has been trained so many times that it can almost completely carry the souls of millions of people!"
The power of the soul and body was revealed at this moment.
All the accumulation and efforts in the past have not been in vain.
Ning Zhuo's previous condition was too bad, so he finally had the energy to review it.
"This time, I used almost all the means at my disposal to study, and the results were quite significant."
"I understand the structure of the twelve spiral tendons in the 'Devil Blood-stained Tendon Technique'. It uses less blood and energy than the basic condensation method, and can increase strength by at least 30%."
Ning Zhuo finally tore through the fog that shrouded the "Devil Blood-stained Tendon Technique", revealing its true face.
"Hanging one's head on a beam can clear away distracting thoughts. Prick one's thigh with a needle can generate penetrating thoughts and help overcome difficulties in learning."
"When your spiritual power is exhausted, you can passively consume your literary energy to generate strands of literary energy, nourishing your upper dantian and extending your study time."
"The pages of the Luoshu are like an abacus that always dials the correct number, ensuring that the results and direction of my calculations are always correct."
"The combination of bitter ink and the ideographic brush multiplies its magical power. It can bring me a higher level of hidden knowledge beyond words and pictures, and I can quickly grasp it."
"The disadvantage is that bitterness remains in the Dantian of the Sea of God."
"What a shame. If I had the original copy of the Demonic Blood-Stained Tendon Technique left by the Three Sect Masters, the combination of bitter ink and the Huiyi brush would have a very powerful effect."
"The text I'm studying now is just what I copied into the jade slips."
Even the jade slips made by Jindan-level cultivators who practiced the Demonic Blood-stained Tendon Technique were better than those made by Ning Zhuo himself.
Because other people's understanding will always be different from your own.
With the combination of implied brushstrokes and bitter ink, Ning Zhuo is able to obtain this implied meaning through the original work.
“What a pity!”
"Master Sanzong once left behind an authentic copy of the Demonic Blood-Stained Tendon Technique, a true scripture!"
"As a result, without my knowledge, it became a precious material for refining Yuan Dasheng."
The meaning contained in the true scriptures is not just ordinary profound meaning, but true meaning.
It is very convenient for cultivators to absorb the true meaning and directly comprehend the various mysteries of the techniques in the scriptures.
This also means that the value of the true scriptures is extremely high, there are very few monks who can produce the true scriptures, and they are almost not circulated in the market.
Ning Zhuo subconsciously twisted his fingers, pushing the review to the end.
"Wen Feng is also of great help."
"It's a pity that I can't study Confucianism as well, otherwise I can transform my literary style into more literary styles of higher quality!"
"From the details, we can see the great advantages that Confucianism has in learning this aspect."
"So this 'Song Tao Yang Qi Gong' is a must-learn."
"Also, although Song Taosheng has allowed me to absorb the mountain's pine and wave energy at any time, this behavior may appear to be an advantage, but in reality, the cost may be even greater."
Free is always the most expensive!
"So, I have to find pine trees myself, plant them, and strive to be self-sufficient."
Here, the review ends.
Ning Zhuo called the chef, gave him the Ghostly Golden Elixir, and asked him to go out and purchase pine trees, as well as related cultivation materials and tools.
"Writing style is so important. It is essential for my future practice."
“Why not just choose an empty cabin in Wanliyoulong and plant a pine tree there.”
After several months, Ning Zhuo started to build Wanli Youlong again after completing Lingyin Liu.
Ning Zhuo took out the jade slip of Songtao Qigong.
"Without a doubt, this was a reward specially tailored for me by the Confucian group. However, my performance this time shouldn't have made it difficult for them."
This is also Ning Zhuo's way of secretly expressing his sincerity in cooperation!
It is better to sit cross-legged like a pine tree.
On the desk before him, a pictorial brush lay silent like a dormant dragon, the bitter ink in the inkstone as deep and profound as the frozen night. Inside Shuyuzhai, Sun Lingtong sat before a water vortex formation, his eyes ablaze with light. Seeing the pages of the Luoshu, Ning Zhuo shared in the profound power of the Daoist artifact.
He took a deep breath, his eyes as deep as an ancient pond.
"Hang your head from the beam!"
The sea of consciousness vibrated, the hemp rope was tightening around his hair, his scalp felt tight, and all the distracting thoughts in his sea of consciousness were swept away like dust.
"Awl pricks the butt!"
The wooden spike pierced into my thigh, and the sharp pain was like a red-hot iron rod piercing into my bone marrow!
My mind suddenly felt like a taut bowstring.
Sharp thoughts arise one after another.
Ning Zhuo slowly stretched out his arm and reached out to pick up the pen.
The brushstrokes and bitter ink, the warm light of the brush and the deep darkness of the ink are intertwined.
The tip of the pen was dipped in the dark brown ink that was as heavy as mercury, and as Ning Zhuo wrote, it fell heavily onto the paper.
Ning Zhuo first wrote the general outline of "Songtao Yangqigong".
"The universe is imbued with righteousness, endowing it with a variety of forms. Pine and cypress are inherently strong, and their spirits are revealed in the cold winter..."
The pen tip dropped and moved with difficulty on the paper.
For Ning Zhuo, the style of Confucian cultivation was unfamiliar, and since he was a beginner, it was as difficult as a lame man climbing a mountain.
The words and sentences were difficult and obscure, the language was archaic. "Righteousness," "flowing form," "vigorousness" and so on were all mixed up in a chaotic and overwhelming flow of information, making it difficult for Ning Zhuo to grasp the key points.
The meaning conveyed by the pictorial writing is in sharp contrast to Ning Zhuo's understanding.
It is continuous, but overall vague.
Ning Zhuo had a vague feeling, but he was not in a hurry, because he knew that this was just the accumulation.
This is the first copy.
The stagnant feeling of bitter ink is particularly strong. Writing each word requires tremendous effort, as if wading through a quagmire, and the mind is suffocated by the heavy "bitterness".
Fortunately, Ning Zhuo was good at enduring hardships and was very tenacious. He forced himself to memorize the words and forms and tried his best.
There are not many words in "Song Tao Yang Qi Gong". After Ning Zhuo completed the first copy, he gained a lot, but he was also very tired.
He closed his eyes and meditated for a long time before slowly opening his eyes and starting the second time.
When writing about the chapter on Wensong, there is a passage that goes, "Wensong makes clear sounds, like reciting scriptures of ancient sages. Its aura is misty and its color is as bright as jade..." The ideas accumulated in Ning Zhue's heart have changed from quantitative change to qualitative change.
The pictographic strokes have become somewhat "clear", the heaviness of the bitter ink remains, but the brushstrokes of the imitation have become firmer.
Ning Zhuo's understanding reached a new level: "The so-called wind of pine waves is the mixing and rhythm of qi."
When he wrote the passage in "Wu Song Pian" that goes "Wu Song shakes metal, as if hearing the sound of war drums. His aura is chilling, his complexion is dark blue..."
The pictographic brushstrokes clearly conveyed a completely different "implication", making Ning Zhuo seem to see pine branches dancing wildly in the whistling wind like warriors wielding swords! A scene of raging pine waves and iron cavalry.
His understanding went a step further: "Civil spirit and martial spirit...Civil and martial spirit share the same origin but flow in different directions!"
After the second round of copying, Ning Zhuo's rest time was half of what it was before.
The third copy.
It reads: "Literature nourishes the mind, martial arts refines the body. When the mind and body complement each other, the Tao can be achieved."
At this moment, Sun Lingtong, who was far away in Shuyuzhai, seemed to see the pages of Luoshu vibrate slightly!
The Luoshu brought Ning Zhuo the most accurate inference, which further deepened his understanding: "Strong power needs to be controlled by a flexible heart, and a flexible heart needs to be supported by a strong will! Just like the pine and cypress trees, their strong branches can withstand the wind and snow (martial arts), while their flexible needles can remain evergreen all year round (literary arts)!"
"So, the heart-shaped mutual assistance is the core of this technique!!"
At this point, Ning Zhuo finally had his first personal and vague understanding of the core mystery of Songtao Qigong.
The pen tip stopped with difficulty at the line "With righteousness within, why fear the trivialities of life?"
The third copying is over!
Ning Zhuo slowly put down his pen, his face pale, physically and mentally exhausted. The tingling sensation in his legs only became clear at this moment, and he was sweating all over.
The literary style that originally lingered in his body was completely exhausted during the second copying.
The paper was soaked with bitter ink and completely destroyed.
The thigh was covered in blood.
My scalp ached and there were many broken hairs scattered around me.
"The 'smoothness' of literary energy, the 'sharpening' of martial energy, the 'tranquility' of the mind, the 'movement' of the body...it turns out that the pine waves, the universe, and even one's own being are all contained in the concept of 'nourishing qi,' flowing endlessly according to the principle of the interplay of hardness and softness."
Ning Zhuo closed his eyes, as if he could hear the sound of pine waves on the mountain that day.
The sound of the waves had become something different in his mind. It was no longer just a sound, but a grand symphony imbued with life and revealing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.
With a happy mood, Ning Zhuo fell asleep directly this time.
When he woke up, he was refreshed again.
"This kind of learning method is not something that ordinary people can endure."
"Fortunately, I have enough foundation!"
"The paper is not good enough, that's a shortcoming. Otherwise, the brush and ink would be more helpful."
Ning Zhuo did not solve this problem himself.
He had a feeling that the Confucian practitioners of the Wanxiang Sect would most likely help him solve this weakness in the next Xingyun test.
"First the brush, then the bitter ink..."
"The 'Song Tao Yang Qi Gong' might have been a spur-of-the-moment gift from Mr. Song Tao to me."
"Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone...it's very likely that they came in this order."
"Let's wait and see."
Ning Zhuo stood up, walked out of the cave, and headed towards the Songshan Confucian Temple.
This mountain had already opened a magic circle to prohibit outsiders from entering, but Ning Zhuo was able to pass through unhindered.
When he arrived at the Confucian Temple, he saw that the doors were open and there was no one inside.
Ning Zhuo returned to his previous position and attempted to activate the Songtao Yangqigong. His five elements of magic power were not suitable for this technique, and he would need to consume more to achieve the same power as Confucian magic power.
Ning Zhuo absorbed a large amount of this atmosphere and added it to himself.
This time, it’s not just about literary style, but also martial style.
"I absorb more of the style, and it's easier, and it uses much less mana!"
"It turns out that this Confucian temple also has corresponding blessings when I perform Confucian cultivation techniques."
Ning Zhuo discovered this secret and realized that the convenience Song Taosheng gave him was more than what he said on the surface.
He secretly hid this gratitude in his heart.
“If I study here, can I also receive the blessings of the Confucian Temple?”
Ning Zhuo did what he thought, but just as he started, he felt an invisible force pushing him out.
Although the force was gentle and small, Ning Zhuo still went with the flow and walked out of the Confucian Temple.
The gate of the Confucian Temple closed behind him.
Ning Zhuo is definitely not Pan Si Niangzi. He has been a righteous person since he was a child, and he immediately understood the limits.
"It seems that providing me with the convenience of collecting pine wind is already the limit of these Confucian cultivators."
"If I study in the Confucian Temple, it will break the limit and involve Confucianism."
"Since they don't want this, I can't force them."
Up to now, Ning Zhuo and the Confucian group have had a very good understanding of cooperation and have a good relationship, so he naturally does not want to damage this relationship.
Ning Zhuo left the mountain and returned to his cave, where he received the latest information.
"Is Qinghuangzi going to hold the second test?"
"Hmm... We need to prepare the vowel bamboo puppet in advance."
“Every reed component in the Vowel Reed Book must be made.”
“It’s not that hard!”
Ning Zhuo immediately focused on this matter.
Qinghuangzi's Xingyun trial is different from others. His purpose is to pass on the legacy, and his value is undoubtedly the highest at the moment.
(End of this chapter)
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