Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Fang Ping said.

Chapter 81; don't want to slander Fang

At the first moment of Maoshi, the sky breaks dawn and the sun rises.

Someone found Wu Qingyuan lying in the house with his body already cold.

Wu Qingxuan, the magistrate of Shanyang County, who found out about this in a short while, was shocked and went to the scene of the murder with bare feet. He saw him lying in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, and his face still had a little bit of expression. Lime powder corpse, the old and bereaved county magistrate uttered a heart-piercing cry of beating his chest and feet.

"My son..."

"Who! Who did it!"

Wu Qingxuan quickly called the government officials who were on guard and patrolling last night, and tortured them one by one. After failing to get any useful clues, he called Liu Butou, who had a lot of experience in investigating cases in the government office.

Liu Butou, who was nearly fifty years old, carefully inspected the scene, and then learned about Wu Qingyuan's recent activities, who he had met, and who he had friction with.

When he raised his head, he already had someone to suspect, but he didn't say it clearly. He sighed and said, "My lord, the county magistrate, I'm sorry. This person dared to break into the government office at night and commit murder. It can be seen that he is a very vicious person."

"I assure Lord Xiancheng that this person will definitely be found out, so that Young Master Quan will know and be at peace."

"Okay. I will leave this matter to Liu Butou to investigate. Everyone in the government office is waiting for your orders." Wu Qingxuan, who was crying, hugged his son's cold body.

noon.

The sun was high and the weather was cool. Fang Ping chopped up golden beef, sorghum rice, and several kinds of vegetables, stirred them, and fed them to the alien BMW in a big bucket. Wu growled and glared at the alien BMW.

Immediately, Fang Ping cooked the meat soup he needed. It was made from two top meats, "fire turtle meat" and "horned python meat", which melted in the mouth. bitter.

After eating the meat soup, Fang Ping's body gradually became hot, his blood accelerated, his heart beat faster, and his body became scorching hot in an instant. The astonishing potency of the medicine, like spring rain moistening the earth, nourished every inch of Fang Ping's flesh and blood.

Fang Ping was not idle either. He performed the two health-preserving exercises of "Turtle's Breath Breathing Art" and "Strengthening the Body", and quickly refined the medicinal power in his body. promote.

"Second brother, look how I'm doing."

Childish chirping came.

Fang Ping cast his eyes, Fang Ying held the sword in her left hand and pointed to the sky, her right hand was placed in front of her body like a sword, one foot was off the ground, and the other foot was independent. This is one of the starting moves in the "Ben Lei Sword Art" .

This swordsmanship is fierce and domineering, as fast as thunder, and when it is cultivated to perfection, it can break through waterfalls and rivers with a single sword. Fang Ying practiced hard every day, and today she is able to use several starting moves of the "Running Swordsmanship" freely .

"Fashion, vulnerable!"

Fang Ping stood on the spot, and blasted out with a straight punch. The terrifying strength of the punch pushed the air, and the resulting impact sent Fang Ying flying across a distance of several meters.

Xiao Nizi was like a flat boat in a stormy sea, rolling a long distance on the ground, and when she stood up, her body was covered in dust.

"This punch has two and a half years of skill! Can you stop it?"

Fang Ping shouted like thunder, and his tall figure was like a young god coming down to earth.

Fang Ying:? ? ?

"you……"

"I'm going to tell my mother!"

Fang Ying, who knew there was too much disparity in strength, ran into the room with red eyes.

"Are you able to walk?" Fang Ping held Xiao Nizi's collar by the back of her neck, leaving her feet dangling in the air, so she had nowhere to exert her strength. Believe it, the only one who can believe it is yourself. If you have [-] kung fu, you can only reveal [-]% in front of others, and the remaining [-]% must be revealed as a last resort.”

Fang Ying was stunned for a moment, muttering, still angry at Fang Ping for knocking her into the air, "Got it. Then can you teach me your "two and a half years of skill" boxing technique?"

Fang Ping smiled wryly, how could such a not-so-intelligent appearance make him, an older brother, feel at ease, "That's just a metaphor. Go practice swords."

After lunch, Fang Ping entered the visualization space to practice for a while.

In the afternoon, there was a knock on the door outside the yard.

Fang Ping had expected it and opened the courtyard door.

More than a dozen arresters followed behind the man who was nearly fifty years old. The man's ninth-rank purple official robe outside his body showed that he was a ninth-rank black-clothed head arrester.

"Hello little brother, I am arresting Liu Dayou, you can also call me Liu Butou. I am here today to ask you about some cases."

Liu Dayou cupped his fists, his tone was very polite, and there was an approachable smile on his face.

As the saying goes, if you don't reach out to hit a smiling face, Fang Ping pressed, "Catcher Liu, I'll tell you everything."

"Last night, the son of the county magistrate was killed. After the investigation and autopsy, we can roughly draw the following conclusions. Last night, around the time of Chou, someone sneaked into the county office, tricked the son into opening the door, and threw lime powder to block the son's sight. , and then cut off the young master's neck, and then walked away."

Liu Butou narrated his conclusions in eloquent words. During the period, a pair of eyes observed the changes in the boy indistinctly, but he was disappointed. Fang Ping remained calm, and his pupils showed no sign of constriction or dilation.

"The traces at the scene are well preserved, and some gold and silver are not lost, which shows that the man was not a murderer, and the gangster who murdered him did not have the courage to sneak into the yamen and kill him. It was the son of the county magistrate who killed him. So I assert that the murderer must have had friction with the young master and has a deep hatred."

The penetrating analysis made Fang Ping nod again and again: "Liu Catcher's thoughtful thinking, deliberation is like a god, Fang admires it. But what does this have to do with me, I am just an ordinary citizen."

Liu Butou hehe: "Brother Fang is too modest. You are not an ordinary citizen. It is clearly written in the file of the yamen. You are a young and promising eighth-rank warrior."

"Let's get down to business, young master, he has no enemies in Shanyang County, and several people who had conflicts with young master also have alibi, and I also know that brother Fang had serious friction with young master yesterday."

Liu Butou didn't say any more, the yamen file stated that Fang Ping was an eighth-rank martial artist, but according to the information he got, Fang Ping was a martial arts eighth-rank, at least a seventh-rank, not just an ordinary seventh-rank!

If it weren't for such strength, would Wu Qingyuan have failed yesterday?

Based on this, it can be deduced that Fang Ping had the motive to sneak into the Yamen to commit murder, and he also had the strength. With these two points, if he were an ordinary citizen, he could have been convicted long ago.

"But you have no evidence." Fang Ping slandered, and said: "I don't understand what you are talking about, do you suspect that I sneaked into the government office to kill people? You don't want to slander Fang, Fang is definitely not that kind of person."

Liu Catcher frowned, looked down, and pointed at the dozen or so bulging cloth bags around Fang Ping's waist: "Can I ask Ben to see what's inside?"

Fang Ping: "No."

How can a baby underestimate people!Can your baby show anyone casually?

Chapter 77; Torture

At the end of the day, the sun is westward.

On the boundless wasteland, a few wolves the size of a dirt dog were bloodthirsty and cunning. They hunted and killed a fat and strong wild boar with fangs tacitly. After the bloody smell drifted away with the wind, it attracted a large number of vultures. Circling in the sky.

At the foot of the cliff not far away, Fang Ping looked at Liu Wuye who had calmed down, and said: "You mentioned the Pure Yang Sect earlier, I was curious where this Pure Yang Sect is, and how many masters of the third rank are there. "

Fang Ping's understanding of this world is still too superficial, and Liu Wuye is different.

"The masters of the Chunyang Sect are like clouds, and they are the martial arts sect with a long history in Yanzhou. You don't even know this, you are really ignorant."

At this moment, Liu Wuye had no fear of death at all, and stared at Fang Ping with contempt and sarcasm in his eyes.

"That's right, I've never been out of Daze Prefecture. Compared to you, an outer disciple of the Chunyang Sect, I'm a frog at the bottom of a well." Fang Ping nodded with a sigh, and changed the subject: "But you don't even know me like this?" Frogs at the bottom of a well are no match, so how have you survived for decades?"

"I... I was careless... Your means are despicable, and you still use lime powder in a confrontation at the same level... If it is an upright confrontation, I will never lose to you." Liu Wuye roared forcefully.

"Actually, you know in your heart that even in an upright confrontation, you are no match for me." Fang Ping stretched out his hand, and pressed a few times on one of Liu Wuye's dead spots. Liu Wuye was in pain, his body twitching.

This treatment, he is the second!The first one is the Lord of Nalianjiabao.

"Let's get down to business." When Fang Ping withdrew his palm, he said coldly, "You can also bite your tongue and kill yourself, just because you don't have the courage."

If a person is not afraid of death, why should he still live, even if he knows that his life is not long, in order to live an extra hour or three moments, it can make people let go of their dignity, regardless of the cost.

Liu Wuye was silent for a while, and then began his description: "Thirteen prefectures of Yanzhou, with vast mountains and rivers, and prosperous martial arts, the Chunyang Sect sits on the Chunyang Peak outside the Daze Prefecture, and there are 3000 disciples in the sect, starting with the registered disciples. The outer disciples must have the strength of the third rank, and the inner disciples must have the strength of the third rank. It is estimated that there are more than a hundred of them."

Fang Ping's heart was shocked. He had grown up in Shanyang County in a low-key manner for so long, and it was indeed the right choice. A Chunyang Sect has more than a hundred inner disciples of the third rank, and there are not many martial arts sects in Yanzhou.

"Are there any masters above the third rank?" Holding his breath, Fang Ping asked the question he wanted to know the most.

Ninth rank of martial arts, this is the martial arts system that Fang Ping knows, what level is higher, he has never heard of it.

"Yes, the head teacher and all the elders are above the third rank or above." Liu Wuye nodded, and said with a sneer: "The rules of the Chunyang Sect are strict, and you must retaliate. If I am a registered disciple, it is okay, but I am Disciple of the outer sect, if you kill me, you will be wanted by the Chunyang Sect for a reward, and there will be no place for you in Yanzhou."

The cousin ran away, but she would definitely bring the news of him being killed by Fang Ping to Chunyangzong.

"Continue to say, what is the state above the third rank, and what is the mystery."

Fang Ping was also afraid that the Pure Yang Sect would chase and kill him. Fortunately, a state is boundless and has hundreds of millions of people. A Pure Yang Sect wants to find Fang Ping in the vast sea of ​​people and vast mountains and rivers?You should be an immortal cultivator whose hands and eyes are open to the sky, and the soul is out of the body.

Even if Fang Ping is found, it will take a long time, and Fang Ping will not be at the third rank by then.

"I don't know." Liu Wuye, who didn't catch the frightened expression on Fang Ping's face, shook his head in disappointment, and said to himself: "I just heard that the inner sect brother mentioned it once, saying that it was above the third rank, involving The spirit of martial arts contains all kinds of mysteries such as refining essence to transform qi, refining qi to transform spirit, refining spirit to return to void."

"A master who has reached that level, martial arts is supernatural, but the martial arts will come out through the body and turn into a brilliant sun. For warriors below that level, it has a crushing deterrent force, and one person can rival ten thousand people. "

Fang Ping was suspicious. Refining essence to transform qi, refining qi to transform spirit, refining spirit to return to emptiness, isn't this a Taoist theory?

"The will of martial arts comes out through the body and turns into a brilliant sun..."

Reflecting on these words, Fang Ping remembered the two rounds of red suns that appeared in the depths of Lianjiabao not long ago. The martial arts atmosphere permeating from those two rounds of red suns shocked Fang Ping and Chu Ying at that time.

Then I saw the master who came out of the town demon from Lianjiabao and killed the demon.Looking at it now, the two masters of the demon slayer and demon suppressor are both above the third rank.

"Aside from being an outer disciple of the Pure Yang Sect, what other status do you have? Like your cousin." Fang Ping asked thoroughly.

Liu Wuye knows everything, he has said everything about the Chunyang Sect, and he doesn't care to tell Fang Ping what his background is: "I was born in the Liu family in Hongzhou City, and my cousin is the daughter of the Wu family in Hongzhou City. Hongzhou City is not in Daze Fucheng is one of the three ancient cities in Yanzhou, and its population is second only to the prosperous place of the state capital."

Fang Ping didn't ask any more questions, he raised his palm and dropped it, smashing Liu Wuye's sky cap.

On the opponent's body, Fang Ping searched out several large-value banknotes, amounting to as much as 3000 taels, and the rest was a bottle of elixir and a sword manual.

Fang Ping is more interested in elixir than swordsmanship and martial arts. No one in Shanyang County can refine finished elixir, so he has the formula of dragon and tiger elixir, but it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

Pulling out the stopper, Fang Ping poured out three bright red pills from the pill bottle, picked one up and put it in front of his nose, a sour and unique smell rushed straight into his nostrils.

"A little over the top!"

"It could be a panacea, or it could be a poison."

"The latter possibility is unlikely."

Fang Ping weighed it over and over again, and did not take it rashly.

Not long after, Fang Ping rode a heterogeneous BMW and caught up with the team that was slowly advancing on the ground.

"Master Fang."

"Mr. Fang, how did you cultivate? Fourth-rank, when I was your age, I hadn't entered the rank yet."

"Young Master Fang, don't worry, we won't reveal that you are a fourth-rank expert, and hope that Young Master Fang can give us some pointers."

Qiu Hong and the Bai Family Nursing Home cast their bodies on the ground one by one, surrounding Fang Ping with fiery eyes.

"There's no trick, you should eat and drink, and take care of yourself." Fang Ping replied seriously.

This is the truth, as the saying goes, the avenue is the simplest!Great sound!Only by eating well and drinking well can we do great things.

……

……

In a town hundreds of miles away from Fangping, the girl hid in the inn room like a bunny in panic.

She inhaled heavily, exhaled heavily, patting her undulating chest for the rest of her life.

"Cousin, I'm afraid...the odds are too bad, but fortunately I escaped quickly, otherwise I will not escape bad luck."

The girl felt a little guilty, but if she hadn't run fast, she would have been killed by the knife at this time.

All she can do is go home and tell the elders the news.

Chapter 83; leave

In early June, a light rain fell for three consecutive days.

Fang Ying was lazy today, squatting under the eaves and looking at the bead curtains dripping from the eaves, wondering what she was thinking.

It's normal. Children of this age may have entered the "fantasy time" at some point. It's not difficult to tell from the twinkling, fluttering eyes of the little girl that she may have saved the world.

Inside the house, Fang Ping summoned the attribute panel.

【Vision point: 408 points】

[Martial Arts: Turtle Breath Breathing Technique (Perfect), Strong Physical Skills (slightly successful)+]

The turtle breath breathing technique is still dark gray, but the strong body skill has turned dark blue.

"add a bit!"

Fang Ping closed his eyes, welcoming the long-lost breakthrough.

After deducting [-] points of meditation, he had a small level of physical strength, and then entered the state of "integration and mastery". The result was that the blood in Fang Ping's body skyrocketed.

In the end, the qi and blood flowing in Fang Ping's blood vessels were about to explode, and the color also revealed a mysterious and crystal-clear purple light, and the ball of purple true blood in the heart was covered with a layer of golden spots.