After Hong Kang completed the twelfth level of the "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Sutra", his energy and blood transformed, and his physical strength increased greatly.

But the vitality has not been improved much.

This let him know that not every acupuncture point has the same effect.

It makes sense when you think about it. There are 365 acupoints in the human body, spread all over the body. How can they all have the same effect?!

After two months of recuperation, he was ready to attack the last stage of the "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Sutra".

He thought that this was also about opening up another acupoint.

“I just don’t know where the acupuncture point is this time? What effect will it have??”

but,

When Hong Kang studied the thirteenth level of formula, he frowned slightly.

Before starting to practice the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra", he had read all the contents of the thirteen levels and did not find anything wrong at that time.

But now that he has completed the first twelve levels of practice, and combined with his practice experience, when he looked at the thirteenth level of formulas, Hong Kang felt a sense of contradiction and paradox.

There are a total of twenty-eight sentences, but there seems to be a problem with the logical connection. After Hong Kang's deduction, it was difficult to understand its principles for a while. He tried to act according to its content, but encountered many obstacles.

Hong Kang once again studied the "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Sutra" in its entirety, trying to study the thoughts of the creators.

"The first ten levels are to strengthen the body and strengthen the spirit, the eleventh level releases life energy, and the twelfth level develops qi and blood energy..."

"Then the thirteenth level...maybe it's about digging deep into spiritual energy??"

"No, no! If that's the case, then we should start from the brain acupoints, but this last step is not in this direction..."

When Hong Kang tried to practice before, he found that the thirteenth level seemed to start with qi, blood and true energy, and to make more wonderful changes.

"According to this change... Sure enough, are you planning to convert Qi, blood, Qi, etc. into life energy to replenish your vitality..."

Hong Kang's eyes suddenly sparkled.

If it can really replenish vitality, wouldn’t it also extend life!?!

but,

Hong Kang tried to practice Qigong many times, but his Qi and blood rioted, his Qi was disordered, and he was unable to practice at all.

This last mental formula is more like a conjecture or a theory, but it lacks a specific demonstration process. It is more about the creators relying on their cleverness, letting their imagination run wild, and striving for changes.

Hong Kang stopped his exercise and sighed: "What a pity~~!"

After all, the creator did not understand the mystery of life.

Hong Kang could sense his own vitality, but he had no idea how to replenish it.

"Maybe the innate realm in Taoist legends can help me??"

"...But, how to achieve the innate realm??"

Although Hong Kang has many theoretical explanations about "innateness" in his mind, theories are still theories and must be implemented in the end.

Hong Kang sometimes felt very sentimental.

Although he had no shortage of mentors and friends along the way, in the end, he had to find and carve out a way forward for himself.

He sometimes wondered if he traveled to a world with a complete lineage, wouldn't he need to search for and verify various cultivation methods on his own.

After feeling the emotion, Hong Kang felt certain again.

"The road is long and long..."

"I will search high and low!!"

………………

After bidding farewell to Longchenba, Hong Kang and Pang Qingyang went down to the Snowy Mountains.

"Brother, let's go home now?!"

"...Yes, go home."

Pang Qingyang's beautiful oval face showed a slight smile.

Finally going home!!

This is the first time she has been away from home for so long, even though she is with her eldest brother Hong Kang.

"I wonder how sister Yao and little sister are doing?!"

Hong Kang thought that he had agreed to send Zhou Xun to Beijing to take the exam, but he would have to find time to visit "Nan Zhang Beikong" at that time, so he set his sights on Pang Qingyang.

"When the time comes, let Qingyang, Wednesday and Thursday accompany Zhou Xun to the capital!"

Hong Kang thought to himself: "Now Qingyang's internal strength has been improved, but the mastery is a bit lower than before, and the swordsmanship cannot be practiced by oneself alone. It needs to compete with opponents of different levels.

"

"When I go back, I will pass through the Sichuan and Sichuan lands. The Qingcheng sect and the Emei sect are both in this area, as well as some second- and third-rate small sects. It's perfect for Qingyang to test the sword."

Hong Kang told Pang Qingyang his idea, and she readily agreed.

To be honest, Pang Qingyang also felt that he lacked experience in fighting against masters.

Although she had challenged [Hengyang City] with swords before, she had never actually encountered a truly top-notch player.

The real fight against masters of this level had to be the three-man attack from the [Songshan Sect] three years ago.

But at that time, she only had a glimpse of the first-class threshold, and there was still a gap between her and these older masters.

Later, although her eldest brother Hong Kang gave her tricks, Pang Qingyang always felt uncomfortable.

The eldest brother is indeed a good sparring partner. Not only can he suppress her skills to the same level as hers, or even lower, he can also point out her shortcomings in time, and can also create various dangerous attacks...

But the realm of her eldest brother Hong Kang is much higher than hers. Pang Qingyang can become familiar with sword skills from Hong Kang, but only by leaving the shelter and cutting out a piece of heaven and earth with [Three Feet of Water] in his hand can he become a sword like Feng Qingyang.

Or even surpass Feng Qingyang!!

"Only in this way can we continue to follow in the footsteps of big brother."

Thinking this way, Pang Qingyang's eyes turned slightly, and all he could see was the black figure in front of him.

There is a touch of persistence in it.

…………

Qingcheng Mountain.

Songfengguan, martial arts training ground.

Yu Canghai sat upright, supervising dozens of disciples practicing their swords.

Leading the group were five young men, whose clothing was obviously different from the ordinary disciples at the rear.

They are Yu Canghai's direct disciples Hou Renying, Hong Renxiong, Yu Renhao and Luo Renjie, as well as his son Yu Renyan.

The scene of dozens of people practicing swordsmanship is very spectacular.

Especially the whirring sound caused by the long sword cutting through the air makes people's hair stand on end at first glance.

Yu Canghai supervised and gave instructions.

"Our Qingcheng School's "Songfeng Sword Technique" emphasizes speed and vigor, strength and agility, all at the same time."

"This is the best swordsmanship in the world!!"

"When you practice swordsmanship, you must keep in mind the essence of "as strong as a pine, as fast as the wind"!!"

"Back then, your Patriarch Chang Qingzi won the reputation of "the best swordsman west of the Three Gorges" by virtue of my Qingcheng swordsmanship! You must not fall into the trap of Qingcheng's reputation!!"

The disciples below heard the glorious past of Qingcheng Patriarch, and their blood boiled for a moment. They practiced the sword wholeheartedly, hoping to become famous in the world as soon as possible.

Yu Canghai looked at this and nodded with satisfaction.

He looked at the distant mountains and pines, thinking about his master Chang Qingzi's last words, murmuring them in a voice that only he could hear.

"Fuwei Escort...Lin Zhennan...Evil Sword Technique..."

"Hmph..."

suddenly,

A clear female voice came from outside.

"Pang Qingyang, worship the mountain."
Chapter completed!