Chapter 41 Withered and Flourishing Hand

"People, like plants and trees, will wither and flourish, and their sinking and floating are all subject to the same sky."

Meditation and cultivation of the mind as all things wither and flourish may be the purpose of the withering and flourishing hand.

Putting the jade slip close to the center of his eyebrows, almost three days passed without a drop of food or water.

One day, a bean-sized spiritual light burst out from the center of his eyebrows, revealing the void.

His left and right hands quickly took root and sprouted, and soon grew into an old tree.

However, this old tree did not last long. In a blink of an eye, the leaves turned yellow, the bark dried up, the tree shrank rapidly, and soon returned to a seed.

Ye Yang stretched out his hands, and saw that the seeds on his palms quickly took root and sprouted, growing vigorously, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into old trees again.

The old tree split in the middle, one side was green and radiated with rich life essence, while the other side was dim and dry, covered with grayish-white dead air.

Withering and Flourishing Hand: Getting Started

Progress: 1%

Next level: Minor Success

[Perseverance, picking wild flowers and practicing palms 500 times every day, two years of persistence will be enough. ]

Ye Yang carefully felt the requirements for practicing the Withering and Flourishing Hand.

Picking wild flowers every day is still possible in spring and summer, but in autumn and winter, the world is bleak, where can wild flowers bloom.

He stood with his palms together, and a dark blue light gushed out from his palms. In the swirling mist, the whole person's palm seemed to be bigger.

He swung his right palm and touched a young leaf of the old persimmon tree. The originally green and vibrant leaf suddenly turned yellow and withered, and soon, it fell into mud.

And he turned his left hand and touched an ordinary weed in the courtyard. The weed actually grew several centimeters taller at an astonishing speed.

The whole body was full of green, and the originally curled leaves also stretched out quickly, and the vitality was a little stronger than before.

The first style of the Withering and Flourishing Hand--Red Fading and Green Reduction

This move is the entry-level skill of the Withering and Flourishing Hand, which can absorb the life essence of plants and trees, making the life substances wither and wither.

The second move of the Withering and Flourishing Hand - Grafting Flowers

This move can graft the absorbed essence of plants and trees, achieving the effect of one plus one being greater than two.

"White dew across the river."

Ye Yang exclaimed softly, and a white line suddenly appeared from his body. At the moment when the knife flashed, it took him to fly forward.

He turned into a spinning raindrop, slashing on a piece of stubborn stone at an astonishing speed.

Clang

A sound came, Ye Yang took a deep breath, put away the knife and stood up. The hard stubborn stone did not break in the middle, but there was a knife mark.

After a while, a breeze came, and the stubborn stone suddenly seemed to have been drained of all its vitality, turning into pieces of broken stones, and at the same time a weak essence was transmitted into the body.

Ye Yang felt that the fatigue of swinging the knife just now was swept away, and his body was full of strength.

Ye Yang was surprised.

He walked to the round stone, stretched out his hand, held the broken stone in his hand, and observed it carefully.

This hard stone was hit by his knife, as if it had experienced a long time.

The life essence was lost, and it was broken into countless small gravel by the wind.

The combination of the withered hand and the wind and frost sword technique was beyond his imagination. The wind and frost sword technique could absorb the essence, feed itself, fight against the enemy, and become stronger and stronger.

If this really came to a fight, let alone fighting, even if it was tiring, it would be exhausting.

…

Time is like flowing water, passing in a flash, and half a month has passed in a hurry.

Yesterday, the construction warriors of the Tiangong Hall had arrived at the old house and started construction.

These warriors were strong and big, and the construction speed was very fast. It didn't take long before the old house in the backyard was demolished.

Ye Yang moved a rattan chair and sat under the old persimmon tree that had gradually become green. He was rarely idle, closed his eyes slightly, and made himself a pot of flower tea.

In the past ten days, in addition to nourishing his life with spirit stones, Ye Yang has focused on practicing the withering and flourishing hand. Every day, he eats petals and picks wild flowers in the mountains.

He has collected all the common wild flowers such as sesame cake flowers, lilac flowers, baby's breath, morning glory, camellia and various unknown wild flowers.

When he encounters some fragrant flower buds that are about to bloom, he picks them with his pocket, then puts them in the sun to dry, stirs them slightly in a casserole, and puts them in a rattan pot.

When he is relaxing, he rinses them with boiling hot water.

The purple, red, and white flowers bloom in the tea cups one by one, and the tea soup is clear and slightly yellow.

It has a natural fragrance and a sweet taste.

The recliner swayed slowly, listening to the clanging sound of the house being demolished in the afternoon. I don't know why, but I didn't have any thoughts at all.

He slowly fell asleep.

After waking up, he felt refreshed. Ye Yang poured himself another cup of tea, opened the newly repaired wooden door, and poured the tea flowers soaked in the cup, which had lost much flavor, out the door.

"It can be said that I have stolen half a day of leisure from my life. When my mind is free, I am like a god."

Ye Yang sighed in his heart.

Such a carefree day of picking wild flowers and drinking a cup of warm tea is the most comfortable time in life.

...

After burying the remaining flowers, Ye Yang raised his head and saw a tall figure standing in front of his house.

She had a bun, wore a green skirt, a long sword on her back, and her long black hair fell to her waist.

Her skin was not white, but slightly wheat yellow, and her pink cherry mouth was tightly pursed. Although she was not beautiful, she had a heroic spirit.

It was Yan Qingying.

It seemed that Yan Qingying had been waiting at the door for a while. She wanted to knock on the door and enter, but she was a little embarrassed.

So she had to walk alone at the door.

At this moment, seeing Ye Yang suddenly walk out of the door, a trace of panic flashed in his expression, which was somewhat unnatural.

"Junior Sister Yan, why are you here? Why are you standing outside the door without saying hello? I just made some tea, come and try it."

This was the first time Ye Yang had seen Yan Qingying in more than half a month. As a disciple of the first echelon of Feitianmen, she was usually full of energy and strong and resolute.

But recently, she looked haggard, submissive, and a little thin. She seemed very unconfident, as if she had been hit by something.

Ye Yang immediately guessed a little.

Yan Qingying was born in a poor family, and her parents valued boys over girls. She had to go to the fields to work when she was three or four years old.

After being exposed to the sun for a long time, her skin color became dark and yellow, and it has not turned white until now.

Later, she was sold to a rich man as a concubine. She resisted the bride price for her brother. She escaped on the wedding night and accidentally joined the Feitian Sect. She practiced very hard every day.

She got up before the cock crowed to practice. After the evening class, she still kept the lamp until late at night and practiced martial arts diligently.

Yan Qingying went straight with a sword, chasing and killing the Flying Tiger Bandit. After thousands of miles, she forced him into the green forest and mountain. She was honored by the outside world as "Swallow Sword" and attracted much attention.

But because of her background, she was very afraid that others would look down on her. She seemed cold and taciturn, but in fact she was quite inferior in her heart.

…