Hoo hoo~~~

A swift wind blows through the wild grass.

In the flickering firelight, Miao Xiu's shadow stretched out long.

Miao Xiu stopped, his eyes slightly raised, looking towards Wang Zhixuan outside the forest:

"Dr. Wang, long time no see."

He and Wang Zhixuan had naturally met before.

Years ago, Wang Zhixuan went to the Yun-Myanmar border to hunt down a drug lord who had crossed the border and had met him face to face.

Wang Zhixuan's expression did not change, her voice like pearls falling on a jade plate, a tinkling spring:

"Tiger King has come with murderous intent, is he here to kill me?"

Miao Xiu's killing intent was almost undisguised, so she could naturally perceive it.

However, she seemed to have no grudges with him...

But she didn't care. Even when facing Mu Longcheng back then, she was not afraid. Although Miao Xiu was strong, he was not as intimidating as Mu Longcheng.

"Dr. Wang is right."

Miao Xiu stood in the wilderness with his hands behind his back, a ripple in his eyes:

"This old man has come here to take your life."

"If Tiger King wants it, just come and get it. If you can take it, then it's up to you."

Wang Zhixuan lowered her eyes, staring at the ground:

"However, if you fail to kill me, don't blame me for not being reasonable later."

"Fail to kill you?"

Miao Xiu naturally knew what Wang Zhixuan meant, and his aura suddenly became sharp:

"Don't you ask why this old man wants to kill you?"

"What does it matter?"

Wang Zhixuan replied indifferently.

She had never been very curious, and at this point, she didn't care why Miao Xiu had come to kill her.

Because it was meaningless.

No matter why Miao Xiu came, this battle was inevitable.

"Good, good."

Miao Xiu nodded, his eyes gradually calming down:

"You are so straightforward, saving this old man a lot of talking and effort, then this old man will give you some dignity."

"Oh? What kind of dignity?"

Wang Zhixuan looked at Miao Xiu, her eyes clear.

"Hoo!"

Miao Xiu slowly exhaled, the airflow like an arrow, the air current amazing, blowing a large area of ​​wild grass to the ground:

"A martial artist's dignity..."

Boom!

The airflow surged, and the wilderness trembled.

Miao Xiu moved his feet, swept across the wilderness, stirring up a gale, like an old tiger roaring in the mountains.

Fists and palms blasted out, and the air waves rolled in:

"The winner lives, the loser dies!"

........

Before the early spring, the mountains and forests were desolate, with no human voices, no insect chirping, only the sound of wind blowing through the branches.

An Qisheng trudged through the mountains and forests, walking on foot, away from people and not speaking to them.

He forgot the hustle and bustle of the world and immersed himself in kung fu.

In his previous and present lives, An Qisheng had practiced boxing for more than twenty years, but he had never been so immersed in it.

Even though he hadn't seen anyone for a long time, his heart became more and more fulfilled, as if many people were with him.

His soul seemed to be washed clean.

He had memories of his previous life when he was young, and he had many thoughts every day. He had to weigh the pros and cons and consider gains and losses in everything he did.

He was too cautious, but he also lost the temperament he should have had.

But people are never static.

Education, environment, experiences, status, etc., will all create different people and different states of mind.

A person who is at the bottom, busy every day, thinking only about firewood, rice, oil, and salt, his heart and his people cannot escape the category of ordinary people.

But if he is placed at the peak of power, even if he cannot reach the state of a king who controls Yin and Yang and whose words are followed by thousands of people, he will inevitably change from the original state of mind of an ordinary person.

A cowardly person can become brave and strong by exercising, practicing martial arts, and joining the army.

A kind person who is devoted to good may become an extremely evil person if he encounters great changes.

An extremely evil person may have the possibility of a sudden repentance if he encounters an impact.

The person is still the same person, but the heart may not always be the same heart.

In the mountains and forests, An Qisheng used the wildest movements to hit trees and rocks, practiced boxing and swam naked in the big river, ran barefoot on sand and stones, hammered his body under waterfalls, meditated and contemplated under the bright moon, and practiced boxing on the top of the mountain at the beginning of the sun...

Gradually, An Qisheng felt the change.

His heart was like a piece of jade sealed in mud and stone, revealing its original bright and crystal light after being polished.

On this day, in the early morning, he climbed to the top of a high mountain again.

At that time, it was the time when the red sun was rising and the morning glow was breaking, and a touch of red glow gradually spread from the distant horizon, and then dyed the entire sky.

A vast expanse of bright yellow light fell down, illuminating the world.

Hoo!

Suck!

On the mountain peak covered with morning dew, An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, and he seemed to hear a cracking sound.

At this moment, his mind and body were infinitely close, and every subtle part of his body seemed to be felt.

The beating of the heart, the flow of blood, the trembling of bones, the蠕动 (蠕动) of internal organs...

He felt the joy of his body. It seemed that his organs, and even cells invisible to the naked eye, were cheering.

"Do organs also have consciousness?"

An Qisheng muttered to himself, this feeling was too real, yet a little illusory, making him feel like he was in a dream.

"Organs naturally have consciousness."

At this moment, a voice sounded behind him.

"Who?"

An Qisheng was startled.

Although he was in a state of immersion, his senses were so keen that he could detect even the slightest breeze within a radius of twenty meters.

This person actually came behind him silently.

He looked back and saw that the man was wearing a wide Taoist robe, with broad shoulders and a thick back, big ears and round eyes, and a beard like grass. Who else could it be but Juechen Daoist?

"Dao, Daoist Priest?"

An Qisheng was a little surprised:

"You, how could you be here?"

"I have always been in Wudang Mountain."

Juechen Daoist stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves fluttering.

"Wudang Mountain?"

An Qisheng stood up abruptly, looked around, and saw the golden palace of Wudang Mountain shining brightly under the sun not far away on the mountain peak in the north.

Without realizing it, he had actually come to Wudang Mountain?

"I discovered you the moment you stepped into Wudang Mountain. Your condition was very strange, so I didn't disturb you."

Juechen Daoist looked at An Qisheng, with a strange look in his eyes:

"I could see that your 'spirit' was very special, but I didn't expect you to be able to sense the consciousness of organs?"

"Do organs really have consciousness?"

An Qisheng was stunned.

"It can't be said to be consciousness, but spirit."

Juechen Daoist opened his mouth, still a little strange:

"Break the void and see the imperishable spirit. The so-called seeing the spirit is the spirit within the body. Your progress is not slow. You have entered the Huajin stage in a short time, but even if you hold the Dan and become Gang, you shouldn't be able to see the 'spirit' of the organs."

"Break the void and see the imperishable spirit..."

An Qisheng chewed these eight words, his heart moved, and he said:

"Daoist Priest, do you mean that the 'spirit' in 'break the void and see the imperishable spirit' is the body spirit mentioned in the *Huang Ting Sutra*?"

"*Huang Ting Sutra*?"

This time it was Juechen Daoist's turn to be stunned.

He knew all the Taoist scriptures in the world, but what was this so-called *Huang Ting Sutra*?