Chapter 310: Selecting the Technique, Ananda's Sword of Breaking the Discipline
As the secret service agency of the Ming Dynasty, the Jinyiwei was directly responsible to the emperor.

How can there be no inheritance of martial arts?

A centurion was an official of the sixth rank, and the magistrate of a county in the capital was only of the seventh rank.

Moreover, the Jinyiwei had to go through life and death in the wild, so how could they survive without fighting strength? If their fighting strength was low, they would become blood food in the mouths of demons.

This time, Cao Jie jumped two levels and was promoted to a centurion. Naturally, he could enter the Sutra Library and select the royal collection of martial arts to practice.

This body cultivates pure martial arts and methods of nourishing blood and energy, and its swordsmanship is just an ordinary "Five Tigers Breaking Door Sword".

This sword technique is agile, strong, powerful, brave and nimble. He has mastered it to perfection and it will be difficult to make any progress in a short period of time.

The palace was like a dying beast lying on the vast land.

At the end of the dynasty, there was a sense of decadence everywhere.

Cao Jie went to the Imperial History Hall in a corner of the imperial palace.

The Imperial Archives was a place specially built by the royal family to store various royal secret files, as well as various handed-down books collected by the royal family. It can be said that everything stored there is extraordinary.

The inheritance of Jinyiwei's martial arts was originally taught by royal masters, but now that the imperial power has fallen into the hands of others, how many royal masters are there left?

Even the exquisite and unique skills in the imperial archives have been mostly lost.

Therefore, when Cao Jie entered the Imperial History Museum, he chose a martial art to borrow and take away to practice on his own.

Although the Imperial Archives is a bit old and even the air has a smell of decay, it still gives people a sense of vastness.

Inside the brick and stone Sutra Library, what catches the eye are naturally volumes of sutras, in scrolls, thread-bound, leather-bound... as numerous as the vast sea.

Cao Jie was not interested in those scriptures, so he walked towards the martial arts stone library.

The first choice is naturally the Qi-nourishing exercises, preferably ones with pure Yang attributes.

"Pure Yang Wuji Gong?"

After taking a quick look at it, Cao Jie put this extremely strong and masculine Pure Yang internal energy technique back.

According to the description of this technique, the more one's yang-preserving body is, the purer one's yang energy is, and the greater the killing power one can exert, the more powerful one can be in slaying demons and eliminating evil.

This actually meets Cao Jie's requirements for the martial arts.

But in the end he discovered that there was something wrong with this technique.

Simply put, this is another version of "If you want to practice this skill, you must first castrate yourself", which is "If you want to practice this skill, you must first protect your yang."

To protect Yang means to preserve the essence and Yang! To strengthen Yang and prevent ejaculation!

This is commonly known as maintaining a virginity!
As a cheater, becoming a monk to improve your cultivation?

That's impossible, absolutely impossible.

'It's not as useful as my dual cultivation talent.'

Cao Jie flipped through dozens of Qi-nourishing secret books, but eventually threw them aside. Seeing that time was running out, he could only look for the sword-fighting secret book.

He read more than ten books in a row, but he didn't like any of them. As the sun was setting, Cao Jie couldn't help feeling anxious.

"what!"

"Ananda broke the command sword!"

"The first move is to cut off the purity..."

Turn over the variation of "breaking purity" over and over in your mind.

Cao Jie vaguely saw a monk with a bitter face. He walked heavily and his back was slightly bent, as if he was bound by heavy chains, but there was only peace and tranquility around him. With a flash of the knife, all kinds of changes were vividly seen. Greed, anger, ignorance, love, hatred, and unfulfilled desires all came into being, turning that pure place into a world of mortals.

With a snap, the invisible chain broke, numerous obstacles were damaged, an endless sea of ​​suffering surged up, the whole person was floating up and down, experiencing torment and enduring burning, but there was pain as well as joy, the heart became lively and agile again, knowing the joy of family, the happiness of love, the righteousness of friends, the pleasure of pursuing fame, although the suffering did not diminish, it was difficult to extricate oneself.

'Buddhist sword!'

Cao Jie held the secret book tightly in his hand. He had decided that this was the sword technique he wanted to learn.

Cao Jie had some knowledge of Buddhist techniques. The Moonlight Power of the Treasure Moonlight King Buddha was not cultivated in vain.

After returning from the Imperial History Museum, Cao Jie went into seclusion in the Northern Pacification Office, concentrating on comprehending the sword intent of Ananda's sword.

Sharpening the knife will not delay the work of killing monsters and ghosts.

But after just seven days, Cao Jie opened his eyes and looked out the window. The night was filled with tranquility and peace.

Suddenly, the blood in his body boiled, his heart beat like a drum, and his blood flowed like a mighty river.

Half-step Golden Elixir! Pure Yang Blood Qi!
Then, an invisible sword intent slashed out, splitting the night.

With this knife, all shackles were broken, and everything disappeared in the pure yang blood and energy, leaving nothing behind.

In the short time after Cao Jie exploded with his strength, the Northern Pacification Office was shaken. The masters of the Embroidered Uniform Guard pushed open the windows in shock, and then jumped onto the roof in a flash. The night wind blew in their faces, still cold, and made their robes rustle.

"That's... a lot of masculine energy..."

In the main hall of Kyoto, an old monk in grey clothes, with his head bowed and brows lowered, looks like a highly accomplished monk.

He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the Northern Pacification Office, his eyes slightly narrowed, and seemed to see a red flame between the white and black, as if there was a fire.

"Who on earth is this person, whose blood energy has been cultivated to such a level!"

"What a great blood meal!"

"Amitabha! Monks should observe the Eight Precepts! What a sin! What a sin!"

In Kyoto, numerous demons and monsters also looked up at the faint red flame above the Beizhenfusi, knowing that it was not the real red light, but the powerful masculine and pure Yang Qi of blood and soul.

That kind of masculine blood and energy was so overwhelming and burning like a furnace.

For Yin objects, although this Qi is dangerous, it is also a treasure.

Like Tang Monk’s meat!
"The spirit of a warrior is like a beacon fire and wolf smoke, condensing and rising to the sky. This is the aura of a Martial Saint, immune to all evil and no ghost dares to approach. Great! My Ming Dynasty will have another Martial Saint!"

The smoke from burning wolf dung is straight and can reach the sky. Even the strongest wind cannot blow it away, so the "wolf smoke" is lit as a beacon for military reporting.

And if a person's vital energy were to explode and form a smokescreen like a beacon fire, connecting heaven and earth, people with insight would know that this is the aura of a saint, a saint in the martial arts.

There are very few people in the world who can cultivate their blood and energy to such a level.

"Captain Zuo has made another breakthrough. What kind of treasure did he eat?"

"Come on, it's only been a few days since I was promoted to centurion. It won't be long before I get promoted again."

"It's not easy to get promoted to the rank of Qianhu. You have to work hard to gain experience! You never know what monster will kill you! The stronger you are, the more dangerous you are!"

Wow!
In Cao Jie's perception, the sound of blood flowing in his body was like the sound of a river, gurgling endlessly, and his heart was like two armies facing each other, with the sound of drums beating incessantly.

call!
suck!
As Cao Jie breathed, the air flowed in and out like the tide.

Finally, there was a "ang" sound, and a dragon roar sounded from the friction between one breath and the other.

Ananda's sword that breaks the precepts cuts off the purity. It not only cuts off the enemy under the sword, but also breaks his own shackles, taking him a hundred feet further on the path of martial arts!
(End of this chapter)