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Chapter 203 Blood and Tears
While waiting in the afternoon, Yang Silang and Grandpa Tian Zhenfeng took the opportunity to ask the grandmaster many questions, and the grandpa, who happened to have some free time, patiently answered them one by one.
For example, what are the intentions, true intentions, and divine intentions of boxing?
He said that the realms of martial arts are divided into copper skin, iron bones, steel internal organs, mercury blood, golden marrow, and divine martial saint.
The so-called master of boxing no longer adheres to the specific moves, but rather cultivates the essence of the boxing. Only then does the boxing come alive, possessing its own unique spirit, and producing different effects from others using the same moves.
As the saying goes, the same fist technique is more powerful in the hands of a master, because the fist comes alive in his hands, and although the form is similar, the spirit is different.
A grandmaster may be proficient in multiple boxing styles and possess numerous boxing intentions.
When a grandmaster practices boxing, he must seek a true seed within the essence of the art.
At this point, he has often gathered the strengths of many schools and mastered various styles of boxing. He then has to choose the path of martial arts he will take in the future, such as whether to follow the lightness and agility of the wind or the heaviness and weight of the earth. After making a choice, he establishes the foundation of his boxing style, which is called the true meaning of boxing, or simply true meaning.
A martial arts master is one who cultivates his spirit within the true essence of martial arts.
Traditional martial arts masters do not cultivate their inner spirit or practice external manifestation and possession.
However, Dao Xiu believed that as long as one is human, one will have the power of the soul. The Martial Saint refined his spiritual power into the true intent of his fist, hence the name "Divine Intent," which is also the origin of the name "Divine Martial Saint."
When its divine will is released, combined with true qi and blood, it can instantly kill a Daoist cultivator within a few feet; but conversely, if a Daoist cultivator creates distance, it may be pulled to death by the cultivator's control of distance.
Within the shadow stone lies the lifelong martial arts essence condensed from the soul power and spirit of the two martial saints.
It is simply a common practice among martial artists to refer to it as the True Meaning of the Martial Saint.
Yang Silang had just become a grandmaster and was practicing the Five Elements Fist, but he had not yet developed his own unique style of the fist.
Generally, grandmasters develop the essence of boxing through a few paths: relying on talent and self-enlightenment, observing masters' demonstrations, and engaging in life-or-death combat. Most of them employ a multi-pronged approach.
Viewing the image of the Martial Saint God's Martial Intent falls under the category of observation.
Yang Silang had finished reading Du Mohu's martial arts manual. He closed his eyes and felt the true qi in his body stirring. The true qi in his dantian swirled rapidly, but eventually it calmed down.
It seems I was foolish, only watching the boundless water awe-inspiring, but failing to absorb and digest it into the boxing intent I had mastered.
Then he looked at Martial Saint Mu Canghu.
This martial saint wields a large broadsword, and his main techniques are chopping, slashing, and cutting. He is the one who achieved greatness late in life.
His swordsmanship was fierce and domineering; with a single strike, it seemed to cleave the sky, and the great Guan Dao was ablaze with raging flames of true energy.
One glance is as if lava is erupting from the mountain, causing the earth to tremble and the waves to surge forward, one higher than the next, as if one were in a fiery hell.
Before the blade even arrives, the intent to incinerate everything ignites a person from the inside out, gaining victory through sheer force. Ordinary enemies would tremble at the mere sight of it.
No wonder he was able to fight two opponents of the same level as him as soon as he became a Martial Saint.
Its swordplay was incredibly fierce; each strike of the Great Guan Dao was faster and heavier than the last.
In the shadow stone, Mu Canghu was not riding a mount, but Yang Silang could imagine how fast and sharp the blade would be if he rode a fast horse and used the horse's momentum!
After Mu Canghu finished practicing with the Great Guan Dao, he took out the two-handed long-handled swords from his back. These swords were only eyebrow-length, unlike the Great Guan Dao which was used to intimidate people.
This sword is shorter than the Great Guan Dao, but when wielded by him, its movements are ethereal, achieving victory through risk and creating a near-invincible aura.
His sword intent was derived from fire-attribute true qi, and it was also eight characters long, named Purgatory Fire Sea, blazing flames.
Yang Silang had previously comprehended the true meaning of water, and his soul resonated with it. It was as if a vast ocean was rushing towards him, making him feel breathless. But that was all; it was a feeling in his soul, but it did not actually affect his physical body.
But now that I'm experiencing the true meaning of fire, for some reason, my body is reacting much more strongly.
As Mu Canghu unleashed his sword technique, he felt as if a raging fire was about to ignite inside and outside his body, burning him to ashes.
boom!
Yang Silang looked down and was surprised to find that his arms and legs were indeed emitting red fire-attribute true energy, just like flames.
The true qi within the dantian had surged forth without anyone noticing, and it had all transformed into fire-attribute true qi, flowing through the Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian, and then being released outside the body, causing the surrounding air temperature to rise and the images around the body to become distorted.
Yang Silang was overjoyed.
Long Yiyan once told him this.
If a martial artist can comprehend the true meaning and gain some understanding, it is common for them to release their true energy.
This is nothing compared to what a grandmaster once felt and couldn't help but let out a long roar that echoed throughout Jinghe Mausoleum.
Of course, the grandmaster was pleased at the time, but he alarmed the Martial Saint, the commander-in-chief guarding the Wanshou Mountain Imperial Mausoleum.
He was captured by the Martial Saint and executed on the spot for trespassing on the imperial tomb and spying on the treasure mound. His entire family was also exterminated.
"Good, good, good..." Yang Silang was overjoyed, feeling that he had grasped the meaning perfectly.
I was just an idle person to begin with, but I never expected to actually gain anything from it.
When the Five Elements Power is practiced to a high level, it is indeed possible to change the attributes of all true energy in a single thought.
I was just an idle person to begin with, but I never expected to actually gain anything from it.
When the Five Elements Power is practiced to a high level, it is indeed possible to change the attributes of all true energy in a single thought.
Strictly speaking, the true qi in his dantian has no attribute. Only after passing through the Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian, Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian, Foot Taiyin Spleen Meridian, Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian, etc., does it develop attributes such as metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
He's still a bit short on the skill to switch between them at will. If the true qi in his dantian is one hundred, he can only release it to eighty.
Only a Grandmaster of Golden Marrow can perfectly transform the five elements without any waste.
But today, having grasped the true meaning of the Martial Saint, I used my will to control my qi and unknowingly crossed this threshold.
He was certain that, at least in the future, he would be able to release fire-attribute true energy perfectly.
He was already content to have grasped even a trace of the true meaning of fire today.
Yang Silang circulated his fire-attribute true energy, slowly drawing it into his body. He discovered a small fiery red dot within the liquefied cyan true energy. He knew that this was a trace of the true essence of fire that he had obtained tonight.
As for failing to comprehend the true meaning of water from Martial Saint Du Mohu.
Yang Silang was helpless. This thing depends on your appearance, luck, what skills you have learned, and even your state of mind. He could only say that he was not as compatible with the true meaning of water as he was with the fire element.
He looked up at the sky.
It's still early; probably less than half an hour has passed.
Listening closely, I could hear that Grandpa Tian Zhenfeng across from me was breathing deeply, clearly still deep in thought.
"Then let's watch it a few more times..." Yang Silang thought to himself, since there was still enough time.
"Perhaps by observing more, one can grasp the true meaning of water."
The figures of the two martial saints in the shadow stone should be much more blurred than when they were first placed a hundred years ago, and little of their martial arts and divine intent remains.
But for Yang Silang, a mere grandmaster, it was more than enough.
If the divine will is complete, it's equivalent to a martial saint demonstrating their full power in front of him. Even if it's not aimed at him, he'd probably be shocked and injured by the divine will if he watched too much of it.
Therefore, his current state of incomplete divine will is just right for him.
Just as the vast ocean can drown people, he only swims in shallow water, learns to swim, and has witnessed the boundless and formless nature of water, which is enough.
Yang Silang then quietly studied the true meaning of the martial arts of the two seniors, Du Mohu and Mu Canghu, once again.
Open your eyes again.
He looked up at the sky, and another half hour passed.
Yang Silang reviewed the divine intents of water and fire again, deepening his understanding, but the seed of the divine intent of water still had not been conceived in his dantian.
He listened intently again.
Separated by a shadow stone.
Across from him, Master Tian Zhenfeng's breathing resembled the pulling of a bellows, with terrifyingly long intervals between breaths, each inhale and exhale drawing the surrounding air into a surge.
At the same time, it seemed as if streams of heat were being transmitted from afar.
It seems that Old Master Tian has also comprehended the divine will of fire from Martial Saint Mu Canghu.
When he came ten years ago, he wanted to see, comprehend, and learn from both divine intents. However, after two hours, neither divine intent had yielded a seed of enlightenment in his dantian.
At the time, he was somewhat arrogant, thinking that he was just one step away from success. However, after ten years of hard work, he honestly returned to observe again.
This time he only chose one divine will, not being greedy for more, and he is sure to reap good rewards.
"Then I'll watch 'The Will of the Water God' two more times. I refuse to believe that Martial Saint Du Mohu is not destined for me!"
Seeing that there was plenty of time, Yang Silang focused his attention on the shadow stone once more.
Sudden.
He was jolted.
All that could be seen was the shadow stone.
Du Mohu, the Martial Saint, brandished his spear and thrust it forward. Behind him, it seemed as if boundless waves followed, but the roaring waves were actually devastating, no longer the boundless waves that had encompassed all things.
Why has the Martial Saint's divine will become so fierce, seemingly filled with malevolence and resentment?
Yang Silang was shocked and subconsciously looked up.
Du Mohu, the Martial Saint, was still blurry, but two streaks of blood and tears had appeared under his eyes, winding downwards.
Yang Silang felt a sense of foreboding and quickly turned his gaze away.
However, his gaze swept across the room and landed on Martial Saint Mu Canghu's face.
Even this late-blooming martial saint, renowned for his fierce and powerful fire blade, shed tears of blood.
"This is bad..." Yang Silang thought in alarm.
Seeing things more clearly from a different person actually makes things clearer.
It's probably because he comprehended the divine will of fire.
Du Mohu's figure was unclear, but at this moment, Mu Canghu's figure was magnified infinitely in his eyes and became extremely clear.
He was tall and handsome, with a jade-like face, wearing fiery red iron armor, and holding a large Guan Dao (a type of halberd). He leaped high into the air and then slashed down with the halberd!
This strike was so powerful it seemed to cleave a mountain in two!
He will kill any god or Buddha who stands in his way.
No, this sword intent is truly the intent to split mountains!
Yang Silang immediately turned his head and looked back in horror.
Following the direction of the blade, look backward.
Under the night.
Behind the Stele Pavilion of Divine Merit and Sacred Virtue are the Hall of Abundant Grace, the Stone Five Offerings, the Square City Minglou, and the Treasure City and Treasure Top.
Yang Silang remained silent. The blade was tilting downwards, and when it reached the top of the burial mound where the emperor and empress were buried, it would unleash its strongest attack!
With this realization, he turned to look at the gun in Du Mohu's hand. Sure enough, the gun moved like thunder and would unleash its most fierce and direct thrust at the top of the treasure.
Yang Silang still felt a chill down his spine.
These two are not Jing and Erhu?
Emperor Jinghe favored the two men, even allowing them to leave their divine will in a shadow stone and place it in the imperial mausoleum as a door god.
Where does such deep hatred come from?
Erhu is not a guardian of the tomb.
They are clearly vengeful ghosts!
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