There is a direct relationship between a person's internal strength and Qi Hai.

Internal force can be gradually condensed through practicing internal strength, and these internal forces exist in the sea of ​​​​qi. The sea of ​​​​qi is like a pool. The larger the pool, the more internal force it can hold. On the contrary, the smaller the pool, the more internal force it can hold.

The internal strength will be less.

Zhuge Tian forcibly injected his own internal energy into Zhao Yuan's body through the method of enlightenment. In fact, it expanded Zhao Yuan's Qi sea to a large extent, but this expansion does not mean that it is unlimited. For now, he

The maximum limit of the Qi sea can reach about 20% of Zhuge Tian's. If it increases by one point, Zhao Yuan's life will be in danger.

Even if it is 20%, Zhao Yuan has benefited a lot. It is almost the same as a person who has practiced excellent internal skills for 20 years. If the Blood Evil Eagle King washed Zhao Yuan's marrow and cut his menstruation to open up the stagnation of muscles and veins, he would be like a normal person.

, this solved his congenital defect, and Zhuge Tian allowed him to make up for his acquired disadvantage of starting late in practicing martial arts.

And when the goal was accomplished, he also consumed the last bit of vitality, and the master of the generation fell quietly like a meteor.

Zhao Yuan carefully installed Zhuge Tian's body in the sarcophagus, and bought incense, wax paper, money and other items. He also planned to stay with him here for seven days.

During these seven days, Zhao Yuan was not idle. He practiced the Kung Fu taught by Zhuge Tian as usual. When practicing the internal skills, he had a clear feeling. It turned out that his Qi sea was like a fish pond, and a little bit of internal force in it was moving along the way.

It is very laborious to move the first layer of meridians of Xie Jun Jue for a short period of time. Now my sea of ​​qi seems to have turned into a lake, and I clearly feel that the internal energy that was originally like a trickle is now like a river, and I can clearly feel it.

The internal energy flows in the meridians, but there is just a slight tingling sensation in the Dantian.

When the internal force was injected into the Zhishui Sword according to the method taught by Zhuge Tian, ​​the originally limp Zhishui Sword suddenly straightened up, and there was still a faint sword light flowing on the sword, but it was like Zhuge Tian's.

That kind of freedom of movement is not enough.

The same is true for Lingyun Bu.

In addition to practicing swordsmanship and Lingyun Step, Zhao Yuan also practiced the Eighteen Styles of the Blood Eagle and the Flower Finger. Zhuge Tian still highly praised these two skills and also gave some guidance, although he said that if used rashly, it would cause trouble.

But as the saying goes, having too many arts can save your life when necessary.

The two martial arts are completely at two extremes. The Eighteen Styles of Blood Eagle are mainly strong, but there is softness in the hardness. The Nianhua Finger is mainly soft, but there is hardness in the softness. It requires very high control of internal force, but there is softness in it.

It cannot be made in a few days.

For the first time, Zhao Yuan felt a sense of power all over his body, and he felt a little carried away. As a result, not long after, his internal strength was exhausted, and the sea of ​​​​qi immediately became empty. His whole body seemed to be out of strength, without any strength, until he rested.

After a night, I recovered slightly. When I practiced the Evil Lord Jue the next day, my internal strength slowly gathered again. It took seven days to return to the original level.

What Zhao Yuan didn't know was that being so reckless turned out to be a blessing in disguise. He still had the internal power of Xiaoyaozi and Xuesha Yingwang in his body, and now he also had the internal power of Zhuge Tian. The three internal powers were mixed in the sea of ​​​​qi, so he practiced kung fu.

It was only when he felt a faint tingling sensation, and this time he exhausted all his internal energy, including these three different internal forces, and then re-condensed his internal energy through practicing internal energy, and the only internal energy left was the evil king's internal energy, which was

It's like filtering it once.

Zhao Yuan stayed in Feixian Valley for more than half a month before leaving. Before leaving, he carefully sealed the entrance of the cave and transplanted some vines to ensure that the entrance of the cave would not be easily discovered.

Now Zhao Yuan's clothes are old, his hair is rotten, his beard has grown too long after not taking care of it for a month and a half, and he is holding a stick in his hand. At first glance, he looks no different from a disciple of the Beggar Clan.

The original weapon was the standard weapon of Jin Yiwei, so it was not carried. The Zhisui Sword was originally built with concealment in mind. The sword body was extremely soft, and the scabbard was made by a famous master. There are also locks on both ends of the scabbard.

, can be worn around the waist like a belt on weekdays, which is convenient to carry. Zhao Yuan only needs to wrap it around the waist and then cover it with tattered clothes.

After leaving Feixian Valley, Zhao Yuan did not take care of himself. He has been put on the hunt list by the Bai family. Now he is like a beggar and it is difficult to attract attention. The only trouble is the problem of food, housing and transportation. Zhuge

Tian Tian also had some savings, and these savings were enough for Zhao Yuan to go to the Hengshan sect. However, as a disciple of the Beggar Clan, poverty is the truth. Even if you have money, you can't live in an inn. You can only find an eaves or cave dwelling that can shelter from the wind and rain. Although you have to eat

There is no need to beg, but in the worst case, just some white flour steamed buns will be a big meal. There is no problem in walking. With his current internal strength, if he uses Ling Yunbu to drive at night, he will even be faster than an ordinary carriage, but after the experience last time, it is not a problem.

Dare to exhaust your internal strength, and you have to spend nearly two hours every day practicing internal strength.

Therefore, in this situation, Zhao Yuan, a Jinyiwei who had just been promoted to the general banner, rushed to the Hengshan sect as a disciple of the Beggar Clan.

Half a month later, Zhao Yuan arrived in Jiujiang Prefecture without entering the city. He found a tea shop outside the city, handed over a few copper coins and said: "Boss, bring me some steamed buns."

The boss looked at Zhao Yuan with disgust, rolled his eyes and said, "Just throw the money on the table."

As a beggar, Zhao Yuan had already faced countless glares along the way, but he didn't care and put the money on the table.

The boss looked at the number of copper coins on the table, took out a piece of straw paper, picked up a few steamed buns and put them on the table. He waved his hands impatiently and said: "Come on, come on, don't stop me from doing business."

Zhao Yuan took the steamed buns and just turned around, only to find a beggar behind him staring directly at the steamed buns in his hand, licking his lips and saying with a smile on his face: "These brothers are so lucky.

, I can still get money.”

Zhao Yuan saw this, took out two, and said: "Here you go."

Life is not easy these days. If someone stutters, who would want to be a beggar? This is not a profession to be proud of.

The beggar looked at the white steamed buns in front of him in disbelief and said in confusion: "Give it to me?"

Zhao Yuan nodded.

The beggar grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth fiercely. He must have been hungry because he ate too hard and there was no water. After a while, the steamed bun was stuck in his throat, making him choke and stare.

Zhao Yuan saw this and quickly shouted: "Boss, bring a bowl of tea!"

The boss said: "Tea costs money."

As soon as he finished speaking, a copper plate fell on the table with a clatter.

When the boss saw it, he quickly came over with tea and said: "Why are you in such a hurry to eat? No one will fight with you. Even if you choke to death, the king of hell will not accept you."

The beggar quickly took the water, took two gulps, then took a big breath, beat his chest, and said happily: "I almost choked to death."

Zhao Yuan smiled and said: "Don't worry, there are more here."

The beggar waved his hand and said: "That's enough, that's enough. I'll keep my stomach for delicious food later. Let's go to a good place with me."

Zhao Yuan quickly declined: "I still have something to do, so I'll go another day."

The beggar quickly said: "Today, a big man who has a lot to do with the Beggar Gang came to the helm. Then all the brothers of the Beggar Gang can get two chicken legs. Wouldn't it be a pity not to go? It's not far away, so

It’s only five miles away from here.”

Zhao Yuan's heart moved slightly. Frankly speaking, during this period, he ate white flour steamed buns and vegetables every day, and his whole face looked green. It would be nice to pick up two chicken drumsticks to improve his life. Anyway, it's not far away for five miles, and

As a "disciple of the Beggar Clan", wouldn't it be too abnormal for me not to be tempted when I hear something like chicken drumsticks?

So he nodded and followed the beggar straight to the outskirts of the city.

Jiujiang was a military center of the imperial court, and the Beggar Gang also had its own branch here, which was located five miles outside the city.

Compared to other sects, the Beggar Gang's sub-community is much shabby. A few farmhouses that look unusually ordinary are where their sub-community is located. At this moment, the entrance to the sub-community is already crowded with people, probably more than 100,000 people.

There were hundreds of people, all wearing rags. They were probably disciples of the Beggar Clan who came after hearing the news.

"Look, there are so many people. If we arrive late, we will be gone."

The beggar said excitedly.

However, Zhao Yuan saw something different.

On the surface, these are all beggars, but when Zhao Yuan looked, he found that many people had flashing eyes, calm auras, and strong lower body. At first glance, they were people who knew Kung Fu, but they were dressed very ordinary, and even had a

There are no cloth bags.

Disciples of the Beggar Clan are divided into dirty clothes and clean clothes. The status of dirty clothes disciples in the gang is determined by the number of bags on their body. The more bags, the higher the lower position. At the helm leader level, there are at least seven bags and eight bags.

Already at the elder level, the average Beggar Clan disciple would be a one-bag or two-bag disciple if he knew some fists and kicks.

The most important point is that the real disciples of the Beggar Clan are just like the one next to them, looking longingly at the gate. To them, two chicken legs are as fatally attractive as drugs to drug addicts, and

The Beggar Clan disciples gathered together in twos and threes, looking at the door, but there was no look of expectation in their eyes.

Zhao Yuan had a vague feeling that these people seemed to have some agenda, so he said to the beggar next to him: "Come on, let's get closer. I haven't eaten meat for several days."

This idea was immediately approved by the beggar next to them, and the two of them began to squeeze towards the gate without leaving any trace. However, there were too many disciples of the Beggar Clan, so it was not easy at all. At this moment, someone shouted.

When the chicken legs came out, other people immediately rushed to the door, squeezing Zhao Yuan and the two of them so hard that they couldn't move at all.

The door slowly opened at this moment, and five or six Jingyi disciples walked out of the door carrying several baskets of chicken legs. Behind them was a middle-aged man, and next to him was a handsome young man in white.

Seeing the Beggar Clan disciples outside crowding towards the door, the middle-aged man raised a hand and pressed it twice, and said loudly: "Don't be anxious, everyone, there are all coming! Come one by one."

Zhao Yuan looked at the middle-aged man, and suddenly felt that this man seemed familiar. When he saw his empty sleeve, his mind moved, and he immediately remembered who this man was. Wasn't he the one who had been beheaded by him in Huayuan Temple?

The abbot with a broken hand? So he lowered his voice and asked, "Who is he?"

The beggar who came with him said: "He is the helmsman of our branch. After the previous helmsman fell ill and passed away, he came to take charge of this place."

Zhao Yuan wrote this down and asked: "Who is around him?"

The beggar shook his head slightly and said: "I don't know, but I heard that he seems to be from the Liu family. The beggar gang is kind to the Liu family and often gives away rice, grain and meat."

Liu family?

Zhao Yuan was stunned. Could it be that he was the Liu family, one of the four major families that was kept abreast of the Bai family, the Zuo family, and the Tang family?
Chapter completed!