For three to five consecutive days, the heavy snow had just cleared. In the mountain forest and secluded valley, the snow reflected the sunlight, making everything bright, with almost no shady corners. Hong Yi stood in the snow with his legs, under Bai Ziyue's guidance, gesturing and moving his limbs with each punch and kick. Whenever there was a mistake, Bai Ziyue would immediately correct it, being meticulous. "The 'Ox-Demon Mighty Method' consists of three forms: 'Ox-Demon Butting Horns', 'Ox-Demon Stamping Hooves', and 'Ox-Demon Moving Skin'. Each form has a hundred variations, complex and diverse. But as long as you master the method, from shallow to deep, training the flesh, tendons, and membranes step by step. If you succeed, you will have the strength of an ox in your entire body, be able to draw a 120-jin bowstring continuously, be able to withstand a hundred-jin punch, and be agile in rising and falling. Basically, you'll be a genuine warrior capable of defeating dozens of people." Bai Ziyue sipped his wine while watching Hong Yi gesture slowly, and spoke at the same time. "This is the essence of the thousand-year-old martial arts of the Great Zen Temple. Especially the foundation-building skills. So among the thousands of martial arts in the world, none can compare to this 'Ox-Demon Mighty Method'. When the Great Qian Dynasty eradicated the Great Zen Temple, they didn't obtain this set of fist techniques. Otherwise, the current strength of the Great Qian army would probably increase even more." Bai Ziyue seemed to remember something, speaking while his eyes were like smoke and clouds. "The punches currently practiced by the Great Qian army should be the 'Minor Heavenly Cycle Training Force Fist'... Unfortunately, a copy of the 'Tiger-Demon Training Bone Fist' was confiscated. I didn't manage to obtain it. Otherwise, I would have told you, Hong Yi, and you wouldn't have to search everywhere for the method of training the bones when you practice by yourself in the future." Hush, hush, hush... Hong Yi finally managed to complete the three forms with difficulty, panting heavily, his face pale, and out of breath. This set of 'Ox-Demon Mighty Fist' had an extremely large amount of exercise. His body was originally rather weak and had little physical strength. Practicing martial arts, of course, was very strenuous. "Come, drink some wine." Bai Ziyue threw the wine gourd over. Hong Yi caught it with both hands, took a few sips, felt warm all over, and the fragrance in his throat reached his nostrils, making him feel much more comfortable throughout his body. Bai Ziyue's wine was a magical wine. It was brewed using an unknown number of medicinal herbs through a special method. Every time Hong Yi panted and turned pale from exercise, as soon as he drank this wine, he felt very comfortable. If it weren't for this wine to support him, with Hong Yi's weak body, he wouldn't be able to continue practicing at all. "Ziyue, what kind of wine is this exactly?" Hong Yi's complexion improved a little. "This wine was brewed by me when I was practicing in the mountains. I collected hundreds of medicinal herbs. It greatly boosts physical strength, kills the nine worms in the body, cleanses the intestines and stomach, nourishes the liver and spleen. The wine is called 'Nectar'. Unfortunately, there's only this one gourd left now." Bai Ziyue smiled, his temples' hair fluttering. "Oh no, if I finish drinking it, Ziyue, you won't have any left." Hong Yi quickly handed the wine gourd back to Bai Ziyue. "Ha ha, good wine tastes better when shared with a bosom friend. Just for the poem you presented to me, it's worth ten gourds of 'Nectar'." Bai Ziyue didn't take the wine gourd but held his long hanging hair at the temples with his hands and looked forward. This top expert, one of the eight great demon immortals in the world at the age of fifteen, now seemed like an elegant young man. A young man who likes to hold his long hanging temples in his spare time. "Those four lines of poetry were just something I composed temporarily. They aren't enough to describe your temperament, Ziyue. If I have time, I'll have to rack my brains to compose a long poem for you." Hong Yi seemed not satisfied with his own four lines. "Really?" Bai Ziyue's eyes sparkled with surprise. "Long sword spanning the nine fields, tall crown supporting the mysterious firmament. Alone striding in this enlightened world, hailed as a hero across the four seas. These four lines of poetry are originally vigorous and heroic. Can you still compose a more heroic poem than this?" "Poetry is naturally formed, obtained by chance with a deft hand. If there's a sudden inspiration, of course I can." Hong Yi pressed his temples with his fingers. "Right, Ziyue, you just said there's no Tiger-Demon Training Bone Fist. Then how did you train your bones?" When Bai Ziyue heard about martial arts, he seemed to change into a different person, with endless confidence, lofty and commanding: "I practiced the 'Flying Spirit Training Bone Fist' of the Taoist True One Sect. However, it only has a hundred and thirty moves, not as many as the two hundred and six moves of the Tiger-Demon Training Bone Fist. The effect is a bit worse. But I spent three years taking tiger bone paste and still reached the realm of 'Training Bones as Hard as Steel'. Unfortunately, too much time and effort were spent." "Flying Spirit Training Bone Fist." Hong Yi seemed to have seen this section in the Martial Arts Classics. "Originally, with Hong Yi's body, even after three years of hard training, you might not reach the level of a warrior. But after drinking my wine, it has laid a foundation for you, giving you the basis for self-training. Unfortunately, after spending several days together, we must part eventually." Bai Ziyue's expression was somewhat desolate. "Are you leaving?" Hong Yi was stunned. Just at this moment, three little foxes jumped out of the snow. "Xiao Shu, Xiao Sang, Xiao Fei, why did you come out?" Hong Yi asked. "Brother Xiao Yi, we're moving. Mr. Bai and Elder Tu said that this place might be discovered and is no longer habitable. We have to move to a faraway place." Xiao Shu spoke. These few days, the bone joints in Xiao Shu's throat had loosened, and she could already speak human language. "Where are you moving to? There are so many books and many things in the stone room. How will you transport them out?" "With Mr. Bai helping us, there won't be a problem." Xiao Shu jumped. "Well? With the soul reaching the realm of manipulating objects, can it actually move nearly a hundred thousand volumes of books?" Hong Yi was stunned. Bai Ziyue shook his head: "How is that possible? Unless one achieves the Yang God realm, perhaps there would be such ability. But in this world, I haven't heard of anyone achieving the Yang God realm. Even Meng Shenji, the leader of the most mysterious Supreme Dao Sect of the Great Qian Daoist Sect, hasn't been heard to have achieved the Yang God realm." "Then among those who practice martial arts, has anyone reached the realm of the Human Immortal?" Hong Yi asked. Bai Ziyue thought for a moment: "I haven't heard of it. But twenty years ago, Elder Yin Yue, a senior of the Great Zen Temple, seemed to have glimpsed the realm of the Human Immortal. Unfortunately, he was besieged and killed. Currently, the two martial saints of the Great Qian Dynasty, Yang Tuo and Hong Xuanji, are renowned in all directions. They are at my level. To take a step forward is probably as difficult as reaching the sky." "Becoming enlightened is difficult, as difficult as reaching the sky." Hong Yi sighed. Practicing both life and soul, achieving the Yang God and Human Immortal realms. According to Bai Ziyue's meaning, none can transcend. Not to mention in this world, it seems that no one has achieved the Yang God or Human Immortal realms. "So my father, Marquis Wu Wen, is at the realm of the Martial Saint!" He thought in his heart. "Then how will you help them move these collections of books, Ziyue?" Hong Yi asked again. "Although I am one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, I am now an upright person. My Bai family also has considerable influence. It's possible to cover the relocation of the pure foxes." Bai Ziyue smiled and said. "The Bai family?" Hong Yi was stunned again. "There isn't a Bai family in the Jade Capital City?" "I live in the north. The Bai family of the Yuan Tu Dynasty." Bai Ziyue looked into the distance. "Brother Xiao Yi, this is the book Elder Tu gave you. And the gold cakes Sister Yuan Fei gave you. We were all very happy these days. But we have to go now. It's a thousand miles away. I really wish Brother Xiao Yi could come with us." Xiao Shu's eyes showed sadness. Beside her, she was dragging a large cloth bag, which contained several books. There was also a small brocade pouch, from which the sound of gold coins colliding could be heard. "Are you going to Yuan Tu? Then I can't follow. "Hong Yi said without regret: "But we spent time together, and you call me brother. How can I accept your money?" "Accept it. They have no use for the money either." Bai Ziyue waved his hand: "There's also a Martial Arts Classic inside. Although it can't be practiced, it can be used for reference. These days you practiced the Ox-Demon Mighty Fist and have already laid the foundation for self-study. There are some annotations by the monks in this Martial Arts Classic. You can still take a look." "Then I won't decline anymore." This Martial Arts Classic consisted of dozens of volumes. Hong Yi hadn't finished reading them one by one these days. However, although this book had many incomplete parts, it was after all a comprehensive collection of martial arts. Moreover, in the hands of the monks of the Great Zen Temple, many annotations were made. This also has research value. "It's getting late. When it gets dark, you won't be able to leave the mountain. After parting today, there will be a day when we meet again. At that time, we'll drink wine, discuss literature, and talk about martial arts." Bai Ziyue suddenly laughed loudly, sang the Wine God Song, and walked step by step into the forest. "Brother Xiao Yi, we're leaving. You have to remember us." The three little white foxes followed behind Bai Ziyue, looking back at each step. Hong Yi waved his hand, then turned his head and wiped the corner of his eye.

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