This old monk from the Bitter Zen Temple was like a walking treasure trove of martial arts in human form. He was proficient in fist, palm, finger, claw, sword, and other techniques.
No wonder he dared to travel alone at such an old age. If he didn't have some ability, he would probably be taken care of by the bandits within 30 to 50 miles.
However, the old monk's martial arts would soon belong to Su Xuan.
He just wanted to say that your kung fu is very smooth and I like it very much.
After spending a total of 10,000 martial arts points, Su Xuan finally stopped. He drew internal energy, sword techniques, martial arts talent, and internal energy.
The success rate was pretty good.
He had to catch every sheep.
After Xuan Zhen finished his noodles, he went upstairs to rest. In the hall, Su Xuan was lying on a chair happily as he checked his harvest.
In the System Space, colorful cards floated in the air.
He didn't immediately merge with the demon, but waited until the next day to send Xuan Ming away.
The old monk still did not know what had happened. Before they parted ways, he invited Su Xuan to visit the Bitter Zen Temple when he was free.
After the old monk left, he impatiently closed the door of the inn and returned to his room.
"Fuse with the maximum level of Golden Bell Cocoon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the purple card shattered and turned into specks of starlight that entered Su Xuan's body.
"Fusing ten years of pure internal strength.”
"Fuse 10% of the martial arts talent.”
"Fused with the Lesser Mastery Devil Subduing Sword Art.”
All the cards shattered at the same time. All the starlight rushed into his body and fused with his flesh, blood, and meridians.
An extremely pure and powerful inner energy appeared in his eight extraordinary meridians. Su Xuan focused his mind and controlled the flow of this inner energy according to the fifth level of the Hunyuan Art.
After a few large cycles, the zhenqi was assimilated into Primordial Chaos zhenqi, and the zhenqi in Su Xuan's body doubled.
Rumble! Rumble
!
Majestic zhenqi entered his dantian and rushed out of it, attacking every tiny meridian.
At the same time, a stream of golden blood essence was rapidly fusing with his flesh, blood, meridians, and bones.
His body and flesh were strengthening at a terrifying speed.
After absorbing this energy, his flesh, blood, and skin were all suffused with a faint golden color from the inside out.
It was as if a layer of gold powder had been sprinkled on it.
As the majestic true energy rushed through his meridians, the realm of the Art of the Origin slowly increased.
An hour later, he stepped into the perfection of the fifth level from the fifth level, and then the shackles were broken.
In one go, Su Xuan opened up eight fine meridians and successfully advanced the Art of the Origin to the sixth level.
His Genuine Qi doubled once again, and his martial arts realm entered Xiantian fifth stage.
The formless Mixed Energy rushed out of his acupuncture points and wrapped around his body like a silkworm cocoon, waiting for the time to break out of its shell.
With the opportunity of this breakthrough, as well as the full level of Golden Bell Cover and 10% of the old monk's talent.
Su Xuan wanted to complete a complete transformation.
Two days later, a terrifying gust of wind erupted in the room, and True Qi wreaked havoc. Su Xuan woke up.
After a moment, all the auras returned to silence.
"Xiao Mi, why are you pacing around?”
The door of the inn opened, and Su Xuan, who was dressed in a green robe, was puzzled.
"Shopkeeper Lyu, you haven't been open for two days, and I didn't see you go out. I thought something happened to you.”
Xiao Mi heaved a sigh of relief.
"What could happen to me?"
Su Xuan's lips curled up.
"Get ready. We're opening for business.”
The first New Year after her rebirth passed by hastily. After spring, the wind and snow gradually lessened.
After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the sky finally cleared up. A huge sun hung in the sky, and there were no clouds for ten thousand miles.
The warm sunlight fell, bringing with it a golden halo. The snow in the mountains began to melt.
In the distance, the ice layer on the Western Liang River also gradually shattered. The river water surged and surged from the upstream.
The snow water in the valleys flowed into the Western Liang River, and the water was vast.
After the first lunar month, the weather had completely warmed up. All living things were revived, plants sprouted, and the sun shone brightly.
On the streets, people took off their thick cotton-padded jackets and wore thin long robes. They began to get busy.
Spring plowing was about to begin.
In the middle of February
, the county magistrate Lou personally went to various towns to host the spring plowing ceremony.
The people on this land were full of tenacious vitality. The streets, alleys, and fields were filled with busy figures.
One grain of grain was sown in spring, and ten thousand seeds were harvested in autumn. Sometimes, when Su Xuan was free, he would go to the fields alone.
Moreover, he and Xiao Mi had opened up a vegetable garden behind the inn and planted many seasonal vegetables.
Summer was coming, and the wind and rain were unpredictable.
Meanwhile, the people of Qixia Town were already familiar with Su Xuan. His reputation had already spread throughout the surrounding prefecture.
Countless dignitaries and wealthy merchants traveled thousands of miles to Qixia Town just to get a table of Su Xuan's food and wine.
Slowly, it went from ten tables a day to five tables a day, then three tables a day, and finally three tables a day.
He had to make a reservation in advance.
Even so, there was still an endless stream of customers.
Time passed day by day, like quicksand in one's hands.
Spring passed and autumn came. The leaves in the forest fell three times.
Seven Heroes Town was still the same, and
Shang Ru Inn was still the same as before. It was as if
nothing had changed
, but only Su Xuan knew that he was changing at every moment.
The door of the inn opened. He stood at the door and looked at the gray sky. A yellow leaf was flying in the wind.
Su Xuan stretched out his palm, and the yellow leaf circled several times before landing on his palm.
"The leaves on the mountain are almost gone. It should be snowing again.”
He muttered to himself. His voice was not loud, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone with the wind.
"It's been three years."
With a sigh, he lit up the fire in the shop. The heat wave spread and blocked the cold wind outside.
He had only finished three tables of food and wine yesterday, so he could rest for five days.
He opened his personal system panel
."Name: Su Xuan
Cultivation: Vajra Realm
Internal Strength: Vajra Mixed Energy Art Level Three
Martial Arts: Mixed Energy Sword Dao (Lower Tier), Two-Sleeved Green Snake (Upper Tier), Ninefold Golden Bell Shield (Sixth Tier).。。
In
the past few years, Su Xuan's focus had always been on his inner force and sword techniques.
The ninth level of the Art of the Origin could only be cultivated to the Connate Ninth Heaven. For this reason, Su Xuan spent more than half of his martial arts points to strengthen it into the Art of the Origin of the Vajra, allowing him to reach the Land Deity Realm.
He had absorbed all the complicated sword techniques, created the Chaos Origin Sword Principle, comprehended the Chaos Origin Sword Force, and pushed the Two-Sleeved Green Snake to the great success realm.
Other than that, his other martial arts had also reached the Perfection Realm. This was the result of his three years of bitter cultivation.
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