Chapter 24: Thunder and Fire Practice Golden Summit, I Believe that the Pill Will Be Successful

In the courtyard, the two men confronted each other.

Zhou Yan felt relaxed, with nothing else bothering him except for some holes in his clothes.

Zhang Jingqing took a deep breath, opened and closed his eyes, his chest and abdomen heaved, and he inhaled and exhaled air.

After going back and forth several times, he exhaled.

"I actually lost..."

After taking a deep look at Zhou Yan, Zhang Jingqing did not feel angry and humiliated as if a senior was defeated by a junior. Instead, he felt doubtful.

The power of transformation is profound, the god of boxing.

No matter how advanced this Kung Fu is, it is just Hua Jin. There is still a huge gap between it and Dan Jin, and it is impossible to make up for it.

Even though his physical strength had declined a lot, Zhou Yan was a rare genius in thousands of years, a seed of martial arts, and a draw was the best he could achieve.

Although cross-border battles are not uncommon, that is only before the formation of Hua Jin. After the formation of Dan Jin, the gap between each step is as big as the difference between heaven and earth.

Is that really a person in front of me?

He raised his palm, and there was a purple bruise about three centimeters in the center of his palm. Zhang Jingqing's heart moved, and he exerted his strength, and the muscles in his palm began to float slightly.

Within three breaths, the bruise had faded.

"Since I have been defeated by you, I can make the decision. You can read the Wudang inheritance as you wish."

Zhang Jingqing sighed lightly and said:
"But, how did you do it?"

What Zhou Yan used was the ancient Xingyi, which was to control all forms with the dragon shape. The spirit in his fist was as terrifying as the nature of heaven and earth and the operation of all things.

But humans have limits.

No matter how wonderful the martial arts tradition is, martial arts are the skills of mortals.

The so-called god in boxing is the integration of one's own mind, martial arts, experience, and future desires. Only in this way can they be turned into firewood and one can achieve enlightenment through martial arts practice.

It seems mysterious and illusory, but in layman's terms, it means to merge the scene in one's mind with martial arts with unprecedented determination and resolution.

Zhang Jingqing himself was a Taoist priest. He worshipped the founder Zhang Sanfeng and also kowtowed to the Zhenwu Emperor.

In the art of martial arts, every move and every form naturally has a killing power to slay evil spirits.

This is already excellent.

But Zhou Yan was different. Zhang Jingqing had already felt the lightning strikes, water flows, animal language, fighting, burning, and wind from the brief fight.

It’s as if I’m facing the entire world.

But, how can a person take the entire world into his mind and turn it into his own obsession?

"Martial arts are not supernatural. Since ordinary people can learn it, I can master it. If I can master it, I can master it."

"With sincerity in mind, I can master all the techniques. Everything I see becomes the foundation for my feet."

Zhou Yan heard this with a calm expression:
“So, how difficult is it to do this?”

Zhou Yan's focus has never been on fame, fortune, or status.

A momentary calculation, a little killing, is only for the foreseeable extraordinary way in the upcoming magnificent trend.

The original intention is to achieve enlightenment through martial arts.

"In your opinion, this is such a simple matter?"

Zhang Jingqing sighed again, deeply feeling the changes of the times. For the first time, he felt that he had fallen behind.

"Never mind. Come with me."

After sighing, Zhang Jingqing went into the house and changed his clothes. Zhou Yan also took the opportunity to tidy up his clothes, while the young man in Taoist robes outside the door went to comfort the tourists.

After all, a loud noise coming out of nowhere can be very scary. As a famous tourist attraction, Wudang Mountain must do its job well.

Afterwards, they came to a hall.

Everywhere you look, there are clusters of bookshelves filled with a dazzling array of books. There are three layers of books, bamboo slips and cursive scripts displayed among them, and there are Taoist children wiping them.

But the two did not stop.

Passing through the outer side of the hall, there is another world inside, where there are also many books, but there are no longer ancient books, but the most common printed books today.

"Wudang Mountain is a 5A-level scenic spot, including the Taoist classics written by the ancestors, and the outside is a place for tourists to visit and exhibit.

This is where the essence of my school lies.”

Zhang Jingqing stroked his beard and explained:

“Those ancient books outside are actually originals. We have copied down the contents long ago and now store them in computers for photocopying.

Most of the martial arts annotations and Taoist texts are also in these printed books.”

In ancient times, books were more valuable than gold.

It takes a long time to copy a classic, and it is not easy to preserve, requiring daily care.

It is different in modern times. With the advancement of technology, all the traditional classics are stored in computers, which saves a lot of manpower and resources.

“This is the advancement of technology.”

Zhou Yan nodded and sighed:
"In fact, in ancient times, food, clothing, housing and transportation were all problems. Even having enough food every day was a minority. Not everyone could afford to eat meat, let alone read books and learn martial arts."

"Nowadays, as times have changed and people's basic conditions have improved, the threshold for learning martial arts has been lowered a lot."

"Yes, that's right."

Zhang Jingqing stroked the printed books on the bookshelf, and a faint ripple appeared in his eyes:
"Once upon a time, martial artists with Dan in their arms were already hard to find masters in the world. Although masters of a region are not seen everywhere nowadays, there are at least ten of them."

While speaking, Zhang Jingqing looked at Zhou Yan meaningfully, as if he was referring to something else:
"And those who live in seclusion..."

“Martial arts is about fighting, struggling, and seeking the truth. After the truth is achieved, it is enlightenment and practice.”

"They are just some delusional people who think that by staying away from the world, they can cultivate martial arts and reach the realm of gods?"

Zhou Yan didn't care and said:
"It's just an ant, why bother about it?"

Haven’t you seen that Wang Chao was invincible all the way, and finally reached the pinnacle of martial arts, and opened a martial arts conference, but no one dared to stand up and try his hand, or say no?
Therefore, Zhou Yan said that these people were bugs.

There is no difference from ordinary people.

"Your martial arts have already taken shape. I can't persuade you. Just one word will do. I won't persuade you again."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingqing just shook his head and turned away.

Some people, once they have made up their minds, will not change, even if they hit a wall, they will not turn back. "While the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman gains. Those 'recluse' guys don't need to be taken care of, but the leaders of your forces, you are all black-hearted and cruel."

"But no matter how well you plan, it will still be drowned in the waves a hundred years later."

"Hundreds of years of inheritance..."

Zhou Yan didn't care at all. Instead, he strolled among the bookshelves, picked up a book at random, and began to read it carefully.

Among these inheritances, there are not only the Wudang sect’s interpretation and understanding of martial arts and Taoism over hundreds of years, but also the essays of that legendary figure.

Although Zhou Yan was close to achieving the state of Dan, he did not feel that the knowledge was useless, but was even more eager to learn.

Inside the Zixiao Palace, the young man in Taoist robes remained silent.

After a moment, he said:
"Teacher, Zhou Yan is extremely talented. If he gets the essence of Wudang Mountain, I'm afraid he will be able to achieve Dan in the near future, causing troubles in the martial arts world again."

"Why do you want more?"

Judging from Zhou Yan's current performance, the power of Gang Jin might be just around the corner, and he might even have hope of reaching the pinnacle of martial arts, the state of being indestructible.

On the same level as the ancestor.

What is the teacher thinking about?
"Of course I want to live!"

Zhang Jingqing sat cross-legged on the main seat, his eyes dim, gazing into the distance at something unknown:
"The current situation in the world, the changes in martial arts, and the government's intentional suppression, the future is too uncertain, I have to find a way out for Wudang Mountain."

"At least, Zhou Yan has a bright future. Who knows, it might bring about an incredible situation..."

……

Rumble!
The sky was dark and endless, and thunder dragons roared in the sky from time to time.

At this time, Wudang Mountain has closed part of the roads to prevent tourists from being injured or facing fatal dangers due to weather reasons.

Of course, there are other reasons.

Tianzhu Peak, the top of the mountain.

The wind and clouds roared in my ears, the biting wind swept across the mountains, and the oppressive atmosphere filled the sky and earth.

"In the Thunder and Fire Alchemy Hall, a sincere heart will see the true warrior."

In front of a bronze palace, Zhou Yan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at this legendary place.

In his opinion, the essence of Wudang Mountain, all Taoist classics, and martial arts secrets can actually be learned from this hall.

Its location is even more amazing. It is only a few feet of land, but it can suppress the feng shui of the peaks, and it can also match the power of thunder and lightning to eliminate evil, filthy and dirty air.

It is truly a work of nature.

This place is countless times more precious than the library and is the true core of Wudang Mountain.

"Seeing the gods is indestructible, and the heart is sincere. Did the ancients really only practice to this extent, and there was no way forward?"

Zhou Yan’s thoughts were racing.

According to the records of this world a hundred years later, there were even people in ancient times who had achieved the state of meditation and fetal breathing. However, it was because they did not have enough energy to supply their bodies, so their spirits oppressed their bodies and they died by transforming into light.

So, what about the higher realm?

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly, Lao Tzu preached, and Confucius talked about what people should do, all of which contain the truth of the unity of knowledge and action.

Are these really historical fabrications?

Due to the fact that he traveled through time, Zhou Yan's perspective is naturally different from that of ordinary people.

"The time is almost here..."

Call ~
Zhou Yan seemed to sense something, and he exhaled lightly, his mind gradually becoming empty and free of distracting thoughts.

Suddenly, a tingling sensation came.

click!
There was a flash of bright white light before my eyes, followed by a piercing roar.

Zhou Yan saw a flash of lightning falling from nowhere, and in just an instant, it struck the golden palace in front of him, followed by a large amount of sparks bursting out.

In an instant, it enveloped the entire hall.

It disappeared in an instant.

"The power of heaven and earth is so great, and the wisdom of man should not be underestimated..."

The shock and numbness brought by the thunder and lightning were fleeting. The lightning that struck thirty or five feet away did not scare Zhou Yan, but instead made him feel something.

Even, he started practicing martial arts.

From the initial standing meditation, to boxing and kicking kung fu, weapon techniques, feng shui meditation, breathing in and out, running of strength, and moving of strength.

As thunder dragons came down and struck the hall in front of him, Zhou Yan began to practice martial arts.

One exhale, one inhale.

Massage and move.

The continuous lightning strikes seemed to form an invisible field, like a furnace, burning everything Zhou Yan showed.

Spiritual, physical, martial, intellectual.

Everything is integrated into one under the influence of the great power of heaven and earth, as if turning into a ball of bright light.

Then, the many become one.

boom!
In a flash of light, Zhou Yan threw a punch.

As the force was inhaled and exhaled, a pale white airflow swept past and cut through like a knife!

When you close your eyes, a clearer picture of the human body appears before your eyes.

Wow~
In my ears, the sound like a river echoes in my body, the blood flows roaring, the internal organs wriggle, and even the bones tremble, and the tendons and muscles stretch, all are vividly remembered.

Zhou Yan's heart moved and his energy began to flow.

The blood in the body actually had an extremely slight shift, and the manipulation of strength became even more subtle and profound.

A feeling of perfection and completeness arises spontaneously.

"Holding the elixir and achieving the truth, I will no longer be an ordinary person..."

Zhou Yan opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming like lightning:
"The martial arts path finally succeeded..."

(End of this chapter)