"Good fellow, you're finally dead." The old man cupped his fists and said to Zuo Qingcang with a sincere expression, "Little brother, if you hadn't saved me this time, my old life would have been gone. I can't thank you enough. I'll remember your kindness."
"It's nothing. If it weren't for you in the tree hole, I would have been chased up by the Yin Girl." After Zuo Qingcang finished speaking, he walked directly to the hole where the zombie monster had come out. "This zombie monster probably chased the mouse all the way here. This hole might lead to the outside. Let's seal it first. "
The old man looked at Zuo Qingcang with admiration. Whether it was before, during, or after the battle, the other party had always remained calm. This kind of self-control was really rare.
The two of them spent a few minutes together and finally sealed the hole again. Then, they pushed a statue over the hole and pressed it down.
The old man looked at the sealed hole and said, "Don't you want to go and take a look? Maybe it can lead to the outside of the island … "
"It's too dangerous. A zombie monster has almost killed the two of us. If we want to explore the situation inside, we need to at least have a good rest and be fully prepared."
Zuo Qingcang walked towards the remains of the zombie monster. "We'll leave here in a while. You should have your own base here, right? Take me there and tell me what the Daoist techniques and martial arts cultivation you mentioned just now are about. If that can quickly increase my strength, it won't be too late for us to go to the hole. "
"You're right. We'll go down after you cultivate for a while. I thought the same before. " The old man saw Zuo Qingcang's hands rummaging through the piles of rotten meat, bones, and other remains left behind by the zombie monster. It felt like he was looking for something in a pile of vomit. The old man frowned and said with a little disgust, "These are all animal corpses, right? What's there to look at?"
Zuo Qingcang's hands did not hesitate at all. He looked at the remains on the ground bit by bit, as if he did not feel disgusted at all. In fact, he had touched countless more disgusting things. To him, this kind of sensory disgust was not an obstacle at all.
"These things might have eaten humans before. I want to see if there are any clues left in their bodies."
The old man looked thoughtful, but he felt that even if there were any clues, they would have already been digested by the zombie monster. Although Zuo Qingcang's move was cautious, it was too disgusting and unfair to himself. Even if he was beaten to death, he would be too lazy to touch it, let alone touch it with his hands.
But after Zuo Qingcang touched it for a while, a look of surprise flashed across his face. He took out a piece of black leather. The old man sensed a foul stench rising to the sky and quickly retreated.
"What are you holding? It stinks. What kind of skin is this? "
"This thing is very sturdy. Although there are burn marks on it, they don't belong to him." Zuo Qingcang carefully looked at the strange skin and said, "This thing may have been in the zombie monster's stomach for a long time, but it hasn't been digested."
Hearing this, a strong sense of disgust rose in the old man's chest.
"Come over and take a look." Zuo Qingcang waved his hand and said, "There seems to be words on it! But I don't understand these words. "
The old man frowned and reluctantly took a look. He was surprised and said, "There are really words?" This time, he looked more seriously and said, "These are ancient words. They should be the words of the Cloud People."
"Cloud People?" Zuo Qingcang was puzzled. In Liu Zhicheng's memory, there was no memory of the Cloud People at all.
"It was a powerful race that lived in the south before Western Wei unified the Central Plains. Legend has it that the Southern Sacred Sect was built by the Cloud People. It is said that before the emperor established Western Wei, this race swore allegiance to the Western Wei Imperial Family. " The old man took the unknown piece of leather and started to look at it. "Their words are occasionally passed down. I also learned it for the sake of learning Daoist techniques."
With this look, he realized that there was more than one layer of leather. His eyes lit up and he looked at it expectantly.
After more than ten minutes, the old man let out a long breath. Zuo Qingcang asked, "How is it? What is this? "
The old man sighed and said, "This is a martial arts manual of the Southern Sacred Sect. It records a martial art called the Northern Roc Sky Style."
"Only martial arts?" Zuo Qingcang asked.
"Only martial arts. But this Northern Roc Sky Style is the true inheritance of the Southern Sacred Sect's many martial arts." The old man looked at the remains under his feet and said, "The person who can carry this manual must be an important person in the Southern Sacred Sect."
"In other words, the people who broke in before us are from the Southern Sacred Sect?" Zuo Qingcang said, "The Shenzong you mentioned earlier is also a disciple of the Southern Sacred Sect, right? What is their purpose of coming here? Tomb raiding, saving people? Or looking for something? "
"I don't know." The old man shook his head and his eyes were full of shock. "The Southern Sacred Sect is a legendary existence. It is said that it is a sect that has been passed down since the God and Devil Era.
Western Wei … Shenzong … Southern Sacred Sect. I'm afraid that there is a big secret that has never been seen before in history. "
Zuo Qingcang was not interested in the so-called secret. This was because he had come into contact with too many so-called big secrets in his previous life. After knowing these secrets, it would only bring about all kinds of troubles. Moreover, Western Wei had been in existence for more than two thousand years. Even if there were any secrets, it would not affect the overall situation.
Zuo Qingcang checked again and did not find anything else. He waved his hand and signaled the old man to follow him.
"Let's go, let's go out."
The old man held the martial arts manual in his hand and was stunned. He quickly caught up with them and said, "Aren't you curious at all? This is the top martial art of the Southern Sacred Gate. Even if it's an ordinary person, after practicing it, they will be able to reach the heavens in a single step and achieve meteoric success. "
"Of course I like power. I won't miss the opportunity to become stronger." Zuo Qingcang said calmly, "But this is not the place to talk. After you bring me to your base and make sure it is safe, then it will be time to study this thing. Moreover, it is in our hands. We can study it whenever we want. "
The old man was stunned by Zuo Qingcang's words. He then forcibly suppressed the urge to immediately flip through and study the Northern Roc Descending from the Heavens. In his heart, he was once again surprised by Zuo Qingcang's calmness and self-control. He believed that no one could be so calm after obtaining the Southern Sacred Sect's secret manual. It was a secret manual that could set off a bloody storm in the Pugilistic World.
Then the two of them left the burial chamber through the cracks in the rocks. They came to the passageway and walked in the direction they came from.
Along the way, the old man introduced the concept of martial arts to Zuo Qingcang after asking about Taoist techniques. It was something completely different from the martial arts that Zuo Qingcang used in his previous life.
"Martial arts is a technique to stimulate the power of one's blood." The old man said, "Everyone has the power of the ancient human hidden in their bodies. Martial arts is to stimulate the power in one's blood by constantly breaking the limit and stimulating one's potential. It is divided into three major steps: Training Qi, Training Spirit, and Training Emptiness. There are also many small stages. I won't talk about it now. You will know it later. "
Zuo Qingcang asked, "But why didn't I have such a saying when I practiced martial arts before? I just practiced punching and kicking. "The martial arts he was talking about were the ones Liu Zhicheng practiced in the Northern Battlefront Army.
"That means what you practiced before were just ordinary people's martial arts." The old man sighed, "What I am talking about is the authentic martial arts. It is also the supreme secret method that most people can't practice. Ordinary people's punching and kicking can only improve their bodies. Only those who have Congenital Qi can practice authentic martial arts and get extraordinary physical strength. "
Zuo Qingcang asked, "Then what is Congenital Qi? Are you sure I have Congenital Qi? "
"Of course you do. Everyone who practices Taoism can see Congenital Qi. Of course I can see it too." The old man pointed at Zuo Qingcang's chest and said, "Your Congenital Qi is right here. In my perception, it is as obvious as a torch."
The old man said he could see it, but he didn't mean he could see it with his eyes. It was like saying that a person looked very bright, but he didn't really emit light. What the old man felt was a kind of radiation, a kind of heat. It was like sometimes people could feel the sunlight without looking. According to their own experience and knowledge, they could construct the image of the sunlight shining on them in their brain.
This kind of visual experience for cultivators to perceive Spiritual Power, Congenital Qi, and all kinds of natural forces was called Psionic Vision. The principle was to use the electromagnetic waves emitted by the brain to perceive. Combined with their meditation and knowledge, they could use their imagination to construct an image that could be accepted and experienced by human beings.
For example, Congenital Qi, through the investigation of the Spiritual Eye, was a combination of red light and flame. It emitted heat that was far beyond the ordinary body, which was also Spiritual Power.
However, the so-called Congenital Qi was not real Qi. It referred to a special kind of physical strength. Under Zuo Qingcang's questioning and the old man's explanation, he found that the so-called Congenital Qi was something similar to perfect muscles.
Zuo Qingcang had heard this knowledge in his previous life. There were two kinds of muscles in the human body. The red muscle was good at endurance, and the white muscle was good at explosive power. However, there was also a kind of pink muscle, or perfect muscle, which could have the characteristics of two kinds of muscles at the same time. It was a kind of muscle that had explosive power and endurance.
However, until Zuo Qingcang left Earth, he didn't know who had found a way to train the pink muscle.
The so-called Congenital Qi was a kind of existence that was more advanced than the pink muscle. It only existed on a part of the human body in this world. It could be on the arm, the back, or the chest or any other part of the body like Zuo Qingcang.
According to the old man, true martial arts were to train and stimulate the Congenital Qi through a special method. In the end, it would allow the Congenital Qi to grow and connect all parts of the body. It would have explosive power and endurance that far exceeded that of ordinary humans. This was the main content of all true martial arts in the Qi Cultivation stage.
However, this world didn't have the deep research and theory of the body structure and muscle theory that Zuo Qingcang had in his previous life. In the perception of martial artists and Taoists, the Congenital Qi was a kind of physical strength that was stronger than ordinary muscle strength. People with strong Congenital Qi could release more Spiritual Power than ordinary people at all times. It was more dazzling in the psionic vision.
However, after Zuo Qingcang heard it, he suspected that it was some kind of atavism after being stimulated by high-intensity exercise. The so-called Congenital Qi might be a kind of muscle that was more powerful than the pink muscle. Even if it wasn't, it might be some kind of change in the body structure.
However, all of this was just Zuo Qingcang's habitual guess. He didn't tell the old man.
The two of them walked in the tunnel one after the other. After about 20 minutes, they passed through the tree hole that he came out of. A tunnel with a huge gap appeared in front of them.
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