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Chapter 214 Observing the Mountain and Shooting
Moreover, I was just practicing to better hone my skills.
When he fought Zhou Mingxuan and Fu Hongying, he intentionally controlled the total amount of true energy he used, keeping it at a similar level to theirs.
However, with just the power of the rudimentary essence he had comprehended, he was able to defeat the two of them who joined forces.
Whether it's the Soft Red Rope or the Two-Handed Sword, the Washing Stream Hand or the Chasing Wind Leg, they are all pulled, shifted, and mutually consumed by it.
It seemed as if the two were attacking him wave after wave of overwhelming force, but in reality, he used himself as the central hub, employing the principle of shifting stars and using the true energy of water to guide and neutralize their attacks.
As for the final switch to fire-attribute true energy, which was condensed with scorching and domineering true intent, it burned the fighting spirit of the two men, making them fearful and weak. The more they fought, the less fighting spirit they had, and in the end, they did not even exert half of their strength before being easily defeated by him.
No wonder high-level martial artists use their intention to control their fists.
A master must imbue his fists, feet, and weapons with spirit through the intent of the fist, so that his fist techniques are divine and his moves are as swift as a gazelle's horns, leaving no trace.
For example, the Huanxi Hand only has thirty-six moves, but Yang Silang might use different moves every time he fights, and he has long since broken free from the constraints of boxing stances and moves, and has not fallen into any old patterns.
He often unleashes a brilliant and astonishingly divine winning move.
Grandmasters, having cultivated true intent, embrace all things, and choose their own path as martial artists. They use their true intent to govern all martial arts, taking themselves as the foundation and using the diverse as their application.
He may seem to be proficient in many arts, but he always adheres to one fundamental principle and never changes it.
Having grasped the true essence, all martial arts in the world held no secrets in his eyes. No matter what kind of martial art it was, he could learn most of it after watching it a few times, and after practicing the stances a few times, he could perform it quite well, even surpassing the original.
When one reaches the level of Martial Saint, one cultivates "intention" to the point of divine mastery. At this stage, although one does not cultivate Taoist arts or spiritual arts, one's will is strong and unwavering.
Evil spirits, bewitching spells, and sorcery are all useless. A martial artist with the heart to see through illusions is also known as having "opened the third eye."
It is also known as the sixth sense, which is the development of the five senses, and integrates the five senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch. It is called "intentional perception".
It is somewhat similar to the "spiritual perception" of Taoist cultivation, but instead of seeking within, it focuses on the outside and is more sharp and domineering.
Within a few feet, a thought can move a person instantly, and even a real person would be torn to pieces if they were allowed to get close.
The Fist of the Martial Saint has transcended the scope of secular martial arts.
When Longevity Mountain was being built, the Sword Saint unleashed his earth-shattering sword, capable of cleaving the cliffs in two; and the winding Dingding Lake was entirely created by several Martial Saints through sheer force of their fists.
Although a Martial Saint is not as immortal as a True Person and cannot be reincarnated, their physical body is extraordinary and possesses the strongest physical body on Earth.
Yang Silang thought that with the help of the divine seeds bestowed by the three martial saints, he had only comprehended some of the true meaning, yet he was able to defeat two steel-dirty grand martial masters under the same conditions of true energy.
Indeed, the mysteries of "meaning" are endless.
"Brother Yang..." Zhou Mingxuan smiled wryly, picked up his two-handed sword, and stepped forward. "You said I didn't need to accompany my niece Hongying to practice martial arts today."
"I thought I could relax for a day, but I ended up being your sparring partner."
"You suppressed your true energy and easily defeated us two by yourself. You have destroyed my already meager confidence."
"Especially those last few punches, the scene before my eyes was filled with the flames of hell, which really scared me. I'm still feeling the lingering fear."
"This sparring partner job is really inhuman."
Fu Hongying ignored the soft red rope and ran over, cheering.
"Master, those last few punches of yours were so powerful. After one punch, I was completely frozen in place and couldn't move at all."
"The moment I moved, it felt as if magma was bursting forth from the mountain and roaring down to engulf me."
"This boxing style is amazing, I want to learn it."
Yang Silang smiled and shook his head.
"Hongying, you have always focused on cultivating water-attribute true qi, so you are not suitable for cultivating fire-attribute true qi, which is the complete opposite attribute."
"It's not suitable now, but you can give it a try when you become a grandmaster in the future."
He then said to Zhou Mingxuan.
"Brother Zhou, why be discouraged? It's better to be defeated by me than by someone else."
"Think about it, if you can withstand a few more moves from me, what ordinary scholar could be your match?"
"By His Majesty's grace, the ranking of the top three scholars in this imperial examination has greatly improved; this is a rare opportunity."
"Losing to me isn't shameful, after all, I'm already a grandmaster. You just need to avoid losing to others, right?"
Zhou Mingxuan's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he nodded repeatedly.
"Brother Yang is right; I was narrow-minded."
"Come on, let's continue..."
The three of them then began practicing in the courtyard.
This time, Yang Silang switched to using the Five Elements Fist with wood-element true energy. His body was like bamboo joints, bending and twisting a thousand times without falling, and his feet were rooted to the ground as if they were nailed to the ground.
His two fleshy hands swung around like dense branches and leaves swaying, making it impossible to discern his actual moves or feints.
However, Yang Silang always felt a bit awkward using it.
He had grasped the divine meaning, but he had the intention but no method.
Without any wood-based martial arts techniques like the Washing Stream Hand or the Chasing Wind Leg to draw upon, it's all castles in the air. We just rely on our own feelings to make moves, which seem plausible but are actually not.
In one day.
Yang Silang forced Zhou Mingxuan and Fu Hongying to exhaustion before releasing them.
Unfortunately, this is the capital city.
Daqing and Shenu are demons after all, so it's not appropriate for them to openly radiate their demonic aura.
Otherwise, with Zhou and Fu together, plus these two demons, Yang Silang would probably only be able to warm up properly.
night.
After practicing the Turtle Breathing Technique for a while, Yang Silang used the Black Dragon Bow and the Mountain-Viewing Bow Technique to practice archery.
She Nu hung a hundred or so red threads from the beam inside the house, tied white grains of rice to them, and then sat quietly in the corner, like a wooden puppet.
The candle went out.
Yang Silang's wood-elemental true energy flowed through the Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian and finally settled in his eyes, which now emitted a faint glow.
Inside the dark room, the grains of rice magnified countless times in an instant, becoming as large as millstones, as if a hundred or so millstones were swaying in the vast emptiness.
As for the thin lines tied to them, each one was as thick as a cable.
It may be due to the blessing of the Wood element.
Previously, when Yang Silang practiced archery, using the method of observing mountains and shooting, he would practice for half an hour before he could see a red dot on the wall as large as a lantern.
Now, however, it can be magnified in an instant.
Furthermore, as the true energy surges in Yang Silang's eyes, the glow changes and can be freely adjusted between different sizes.
He adjusted it to the size of a lantern, which he felt was appropriate; if it were too big, it would fill the field of vision and would be somewhat unsightly.
Yang Silang took a deep breath and raised the Black Dragon Bow.
As the true energy of the wood element was channeled into him, the bow, which possessed the strength of several thousand pounds, was pulled open with a creaking sound.
The bow is shaped like a black dragon with its body as the bow arms, its four claws holding the two ends of the bow tip, and its tail curling up to its waist, forming the thickest part of the bow, which is the bow handle.
Yang Silang held the bow handle, which was positioned precisely at the dragon's tail. He channeled his wood-elemental true energy into the bowstring, which was now fully drawn.
hum...
A soft sound.
There is clearly no arrow on this bow.
But at this moment, a green phantom arrow was clearly nocked on the bowstring, the nock resting on the string, the fletching spread out, just like a real arrow.
The Black Dragon Bow is a Grandmaster-level treasure bow, designed for martial artists. Its most mysterious aspect is that it can use true qi as a guide to condense an arrow of qi, possessing both the sharpness and speed of a real arrow.
Hu Jiaoniang said that a grandmaster once used this bow to shoot down a city wall, which should not be a lie.
Yang Silang had already practiced with this bow for several days.
Water-attribute true energy is continuous and long-lasting, but if you want to shoot a hundred times continuously, you can't draw the bow to its full extent; fire-attribute true energy is explosive and fierce, but you can only draw the bow to its full extent fifty times in one go, and then you can't even draw it halfway.
Both have their advantages and disadvantages; one can last longer but cannot unleash the full power of the bow, while the other can unleash its full power but cannot last longer.
Yang Silang wants to test the effect of drawing a bow with wood-type true qi tonight.
Boom...
The strings tinkled softly.
The arrow shot out like lightning, instantly shattering a grain of rice hanging on the rope.
Yang Silang drew his bow with lightning speed and fired eighteen arrows in a row. When his arm felt slightly tired, he immediately switched to holding the bow with his back to his right and pulled it back with his front hand, while simultaneously turning his body to the side.
BOOM BOOM BOOM...
In an instant.
The room was filled with the sound of bowstrings vibrating.
A moment later.
Yang Silang exhaled a breath of stale air, put down the bow, and his arms trembled slightly.
"Rejuvenation!"
He immediately used his Rejuvenation Divine Power, and most of the true energy in his dantian was restored.
He looked down at the ground with delight, only to see it covered with broken rice grains. This was the first time he had ever drawn his bow to its fullest extent and shattered all the rice grains.
According to the classification of levels in the "Observing Mountains and Shooting" technique, being able to shoot a hundred bows in one breath, with each arrow piercing the heart, clearly indicates that one has already achieved minor mastery of archery.
The next stage, however, is not about shooting dead objects, but about shooting "living" targets.
"She Nu, continue..." Yang Silang said.
She Nu, who had been standing still like a puppet in the corner of the room, immediately started to move.
She held a small cup filled with rice grains in her hand.
At this moment, driven by her demonic power, a hundred grains of rice flew out and landed directly on the hundred thin, soft red lines.
Then her demonic aura surged forth, transforming into a hundred or so arms, from which two hands branched out, each hand having seven or eight fingers.
With so many fingers working together, they quickly re-tied the rice grains onto the hundred or so red threads.
You have to understand that rice grains are so small, and red thread is so soft. To tie a rice grain exactly on the red thread, and to tie it securely so that it doesn't fall off, and to tie a hundred rice grains at once, is extremely complicated.
It's fortunate that she's a powerful demon, wielding her demonic energy with ease. If it were Fu Hongying and Wang Daniu doing the work, it would probably take them half an hour to finish.
"A gentle breeze..." Yang Silang said again.
She Nu pursed her lips in the corner and gently blew on the red threads.
wow...
The red line immediately began to sway slightly, not violently, but it was indeed swaying from side to side. The hundred or so grains of rice were swaying at different rhythms, not at the same frequency.
Yang Silang's eyes gleamed, and he raised his bow. His wood-elemental true energy surged forth, and he fired one energy arrow after another.
After the storm subsides.
Rice grains were scattered all over the ground, but the rice was a bit thinner than last time.
"Master, seventy are in the middle, and thirty are the rest." She Nu glanced at it and counted silently in his mind.
Yang Silang nodded and continued expressionlessly.
"Continued..."
He used the Rejuvenation Divine Power again, and waited a while longer. Water-based true energy is particularly good at restoring, so he circulated it throughout his body.
By the time he felt his inner energy had fully recovered, She Nu had already hung up the rice grains.
"A gentle breeze..."
She Nu opened her mouth again and exhaled a burst of demonic energy.
wow...
Yang Silang's clothes fluttered.
The red thread swayed even more violently, and the rice grains were suspended like pendulums, swinging back and forth.
Yang Silang drew his bow again and fired a hundred arrows in one go!
There were far fewer broken rice grains on the ground than last time.
She Nu counted them; there were only fifty-one.
Yang Silang put down his bow.
It seems this is my current limit.
It is said that if a hundred grains of rice are scattered along the red line in a strong wind, causing all the arrows to shatter, then the attempt is considered a success.
Yang Silang is still far from reaching that level.
However, he was not in a hurry.