Myriad Immortals

Zhong Xuan arrived at the backyard of the shop and walked with practiced ease into the place where Zheng Yue enshrined the ancestral tablet.

The Flying Eagle Martial Arts School has only been around for two generations, so naturally there is only one memorial tablet.

The incense on the altar had burned out, leaving white ash scattered all over the ground.

Zhong Xuan skillfully took a broom from the courtyard, swept away the incense ash, and then took out three sticks of incense, bowed respectfully, and relit them.

Although he and this Divine Fist Eagle Sword were not formally master and disciple, he did pass on his teachings to him.

Now that we have inherited the tradition, we can't just watch it die out.

After doing all this.

Only then did they turn their attention to the painting of a flying eagle behind the incense table.

Let's look at it again.

It's still incredibly strange.

The divine eagle in the painting seems about to take flight, and one can almost hear its loud cry.

"I wonder how long this will last..."

Zhong Xuan pondered to himself.

Since obtaining the complete version of the Nine Strikes of the Flying Eagle, he has always followed Zheng Yue's instructions and never tried to do more. He would only come here to meditate two or three times a month. The best time he managed to hold the technique for about a hundred breaths, after which he could hardly make any breakthroughs.

Take a deep breath.

The Eagle Seven Breathing Technique operates on its own, with the rise and fall of the chest conveying a sense of spiritual energy.

Gazing at the soaring eagle.

In an instant, his mind was pulled into the painting as if by a hook. For a moment, he felt as if he had become a figure in the painting, not the soaring eagle, but a small boat on the vast waves of the painting.

Zhong Xuan had experienced this feeling several times.

They were already adept at handling it.

Forcing himself to calm down, he began to try to emulate the reef that clings to the raging waves.

This was a method that Zhong Xuan came up with on his own.

Visualizing the image of a flying eagle and cultivating clear sword intent is very beneficial. Each time you visualize it, your swordsmanship will improve significantly, and the longer you visualize, the longer and better the improvement will last.

But just as he was gritting his teeth and persevering, focusing intently on practicing his skills.

"Um?"

Zhong Xuan frowned slightly. He felt that this time was different from the past, and there seemed to be something in his body that was resonating with the Flying Eagle Diagram.

The thought had just arisen.

Suddenly, a hundred-foot-high wave surged up before their eyes, making the scene even more realistic and spectacular. In addition to the divine eagle soaring in the sky, the giant dragon, which was originally only outlined in a few strokes in the far distance, gradually became clear.

Like mountains, their bodies rise and fall amidst the vast ocean waves.

"It's a dragon's bone?!"

Zhong Xuan was shocked, but also instantly understood.

There is no fixed method for visualization.

Everyone may see things very differently due to their inherent qualities, mindset, and other factors.

"The former master traveled to the South China Sea and saw a divine eagle fighting a dragon. He was of eagle bone, so he naturally only saw the divine eagle. But I am completely different. I am a combination of crane and dragon, so I have the meaning of dragon."

The giant dragon emerged from the water, its mountain-like form standing tall between heaven and earth.

What a beautiful painting of an eagle and a dragon!

Zhong Xuan was so engrossed in it that time flew by.

"Hmm..."

Suddenly awakened, I involuntarily took half a step back, and the scene before me returned to the incense hall.

Looking down, I saw that the incense in front of me had burned down to almost half its original value.

A rough estimate... it's been about 15 minutes!

You should know that before, he could only last for a hundred breaths at most, so this is a real leap forward.

The joy of accident!

Zhong Xuan felt his sword intent surge wildly within him.

Unable to resist letting out a soft whistle, he drew his sword and strode into the small courtyard behind the house.

Sword light flashes!

In an instant, a sword net formed in front of him, and the sound of swords rang out. The long sword flew in his hand, but now it was no longer just the sharp and light style of the divine eagle, but also had a bit more domineering and powerful.

"A balance of strength and gentleness?!"

Zheng Yue, drawn by the commotion in the back room, saw Zhong Xuan practicing swordsmanship and couldn't help but slap his thigh.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

He was the most skilled practitioner of the Nine Strikes of the Flying Eagle in the world, so he could see that Zhong Xuan was clearly on the verge of perfecting the three forms.

Moreover, unlike his earlier work, Zhong Xuan's swordsmanship now possesses a completely different charm.

As the saying goes, it is better to have no books than to believe everything in them.

Most people learn martial arts by following their master's methods. It's actually quite rare for a disciple to surpass their master. But if someone can forge their own path, that would be truly amazing.

Zhong Xuan is in this situation now.

This is tantamount to creating one's own martial arts!

"What amazing comprehension!"

"Is he really just an ordinary crane?"

Zheng Yue exclaimed in amazement.

Zhong Xuan was the one who brought him into the sect. Since they are of a certain age and no longer care about the younger generation or the older generation, the stronger their martial arts are, the more benefits it will bring to their lineage. Naturally, they are happy to see it happen.

After a full incense stick's time.

Zhong Xuan then sheathed his sword and stopped in the courtyard, his sword intent surging within him, showing no signs of abating.

It has been rising steadily.

a moment.

Zhong Xuan felt his sword heart become clear, and a certain barrier in the darkness was broken through.

Sword technique mastered!

At this moment, Zheng Yue's laughter reached his ears: "When the three forms are perfected, the three harmonies are connected. I'm here to wish you a successful start to bone training."

Zhong Xuan turned his head and saw Zheng Yue grinning from ear to ear, sword in hand with fists clasped.

"Brother Zheng."

Zheng Yue stepped forward, looking at Zhong Xuan with curiosity: "Brother Zhong, your swordsmanship just now was powerful and domineering, like a dragon descending from the abyss. Did you gain anything from it?"

Zhong Xuan was surprised, but secretly praised Zheng Yue for his sharp eye.

However, the fact that his physical constitution had been altered was too bizarre, so he did not intend to tell anyone.

"Just now, while visualizing a flying eagle, I unexpectedly saw a dragon, and thus I attained enlightenment."

"I see."

Zheng Yue's eyes shone even brighter.

His master had told him more than once that what he saw in the South China Sea was not just one divine eagle demon, but two. However, due to his own talent, he could only retain a fraction of the divine eagle's essence, while he could not comprehend the other great dragon.

This has always been a great regret in Master's heart.

Unexpectedly.

Now, Zhong Xuan has actually figured it out.

It was truly a case of unintentionally planting willows and they flourishing.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Zheng Yue burst into laughter.

At his age, he had long since given up on improving his martial arts. If he could break through, he would have done so twenty years ago, instead of waiting until now.

There may be hidden talents among farmers, but they are definitely not martial arts instructors.

Therefore, there is no jealousy whatsoever.

He was most pleased to see Zhong Xuan achieve something.

"Should our path be revived?"

Zheng Yue was surprised.

One day I will use this word to describe an elderly man who has only been practicing martial arts for a year.

I exchanged martial arts insights with Zheng Yue for quite a while.

Zhong Xuan then walked out of the Flying Eagle Martial Arts Hall with satisfaction.

They went straight back to Xiahe Village.

Just then, I saw several people dressed in Shabang clothes come out.

Zhong Xuan approached Old Wu, who was craning his neck to look around at the village entrance.

"Old Wu, what's going on? Why are the Sand Gang people here?"

Old Wu was quite proud to be able to speak with Zhong Xuan, who was now a respected elder in the village, and blurted out everything he knew:

"I heard it's because of Ma Lei."

"The government doesn't want to investigate, so the Sha Gang has decided to investigate themselves."

"It's just a bit strange."

Zhong Xuan: "What do you mean?"

"They often inquire about a black stone..."