Chapter 6 Wudang Nine Yang Gong
Seeing Gu Ping'an coming out embarrassedly, Wanyan Kang came forward with a hint of a hint of smile on his face.
"This girl is indeed stunning. She looks good at her temperament, but it's a pity that the old stubborn is really hard to deal with." He handed a tacit look, "But Brother Gu doesn't have to worry. You just need to stay in a little longer, so you don't have to worry about not submitting."
Gu Ping'an expressed his regret, "Young prince is so good at seeing you, so that's all right now."
"It's getting late, let's go, I'll take you back to your room to rest."
The wing room has been cleaned up in advance, and when Wanyan Kang is sent away, Gu Ping'an calls out the system again.
He just got 1,000 fame points from Master Lingzhi, and he just made up his entire shot and scored ten consecutive draws.
【Redeem card draw props. 】
【Successfully redeemed, consumed 1000 fame value, Yunyin Bamboo Sticks +10】
[Current card pool: Awakening the revenge (residing the card pool)]
[Draw/Ten consecutive draws]
Before choosing to draw, he has begun to look forward to the third orange card he is about to get.
The card drawing animation I had watched before was staged again. He had no intention of watching it and was eagerly waiting for the cards to fall from the sky.
The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.
This time the cards are far less than before - one purple, one blue, and the rest are green.
As for the best orange card he was looking forward to, there wasn't a single one.
Is there no guarantee for ten consecutive draws?
Gu Ping'an looked at the system interface with some dissatisfaction, and then he realized that there were actually a few lines of small words under the card pool.
[This card pool is a permanent card pool. Probability of obtaining orange best card: 2%]
【Every ten draws, you will definitely get a purple noble or higher quality card. 】
【Every forty draws, you will definitely get an orange best card. 】
[Remaining the guaranteed reward of this time: 27 times]
Forty times to guarantee it?
Gu Ping'an sighed with a little disappointment, looking at the gains this time.
[Get the Purple Honored Card: Zhang Cuishan]
[Martial Arts Distribution]
[Congratulations on obtaining: "Wudang Nine Yang Gong" (Land of Realm: A Small Success)]
Internal strength and mental method!
Although he has accumulated several years of internal strength through drawing cards, he has no mental method to guide him, and he can hardly reflect any effect, and is far less pure than the practice of superior internal strength.
The Nine Yang Gong of Wudang is not the best internal skills, but it is derived from the genuine Nine Yang Jing, and the refinement and improvement of the master Zhang Sanfeng, is actually the first-class person in the world.
A purple card can randomly reach this level of martial arts. Although it is a state of "small success", it is worth half an orange-quality card.
【Get the Blue Hero Card: Ding Minjun】
【Martial Arts Distribution】
[Congratulations on obtaining: "Emei Sword Technique: Nine Styles of Golden Top" (Reality: First Look at the Gate)]
There are two character cards in total, both from "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", which just fills the shortcomings of his internal skills, mental skills and weapons skills.
The Nine Styles of the Golden Top are also one of the martial arts of the Emei School. For example, it should be comparable to "Quanzhen Sword Technique". Unfortunately, "Ding Minjun" is not strong enough and has a low level of martial arts.
As for the eight green cultivation cards, the combined number of them is not enough for a year. Gu Ping'an sat cross-legged, silently recited the formula of the mind, and started the "Wudang Nine Yang Gong" for the first time.
Every word is like a pearl falling on a jade plate.
A warm air flow slowly rises from the dantian and walks slowly along the meridians, just like the day when it first rises, warm but not dry and full of vitality.
This is exactly the characteristic of the internal force of the Nine Yangs. Although it is masculine, it is a combination of hardness and softness, and internal force is born from itself.
The young man Zhang Sanfeng knew that Master Jueyuan had been taught for a long time. He recorded five or six out of ten of the entire "Nine Yang True Sutra". In addition, he had never practiced martial arts before, so the "Wudang Nine Yang Gong" achieved the pure characteristics of the original version.
Gu Ping'an finished his exercise and stood up, showing a happy expression on his face, and felt that he couldn't say anything comfortable.
The cultivation of the card obtained from the body has been transformed into the Wudang Nine Yang internal power. Although it only lasts three years, it is equivalent to ten years of hard practice for ordinary people.
Looking at his current practical ability, even if he is not as good as Liang Ziweng and others, it is not far from that.
No words all night.
The next day, Gu Ping'an found an excuse and left the Zhao Prince's Mansion.
Wanyan Kang had no doubts in his heart, so he no longer stings with means of winning over. Not only did he not stop him, he generously gave him hundreds of taels of silver to take advantage of it at will.
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After walking around the city several times and confirming that no one was following him, Gu Ping'an immediately used his light skills and returned to his old house.
The old grandmother woke up and found that he was not in the house. She was worried until she heard the movement of him entering the door that she felt relieved.
He spent most of his grandmother and cleaned the inside and outside the house.
When he saw the dusk, he hesitated for a moment and still spoke. "Mother-in-law, my grandson found a living yesterday and had to go out for a few days. I have discussed it with my neighbor Zhao Erniang, and I will ask her to take care of you in the past few days."
He was worried that his grandmother would not accept it, but he never thought that she was well-informed. Although she was reluctant to leave, she did not stop her. She just repeatedly reminded her to be careful and take care of her health.
Go farewell to my grandmother, Gu Ping'an gave her a few taels of silver and entrusted her to her neighbor.
When I returned to the Zhao Palace, it was completely dark. As soon as I entered the door, a maid came to invite her, saying that the prince invited all the masters to Xiangxue Hall for a banquet.
The Xiangxue Hall has been well arranged at this time, with brilliant lights and candles, and all kinds of wine and delicacies on the table, as well as eight treasures and delicious food.
Wanyan Honglie sat in the upper head, and a group of masters had also sat down. Master Lingzhi sat on the chair next to him, his face was as bright as gold paper, and a thick felt blanket was placed under him.
Seeing that the banquet had not started and was waiting for him alone, Gu Ping'an quickly clasped his fists to apologize: "I am really rude to you, so I punished myself for three cups to express my apology. Please forgive me!"
"It's okay, it's okay!" Wanyan Honglie did not show any airs and waved repeatedly, "We won't talk so much about the false rituals today. Young Master Gu quickly take a seat!"
Although he said that, Gu Ping'an couldn't really ignore it. He immediately poured himself and drank three drinks in a row.
In the Song and Jin Dynasties, most of them were water wine. Even though the Jin people prefer strong wine, the degree was not high. After drinking three cups, they felt a little warmer, but they were not drunk at all.
"Young Master Gu is so drunk!" Everyone applauded.
Ouyang Ke gently shook the folding fan: "I'm a little curious. Brother Gu is late. I don't know where you are so lingering?"
"Then you still need to ask?" Peng Lianhu smiled, "Look at Brother Gu's face and a rosy face, where can he go? Just go to the kiln!"
As soon as he said this, the masters laughed, and even Wanyan Honglie couldn't help laughing.
The two of them sang together, as if they were ready, and Gu Ping'an was happy to act with him, pretending to be angry, but he did not refute a single sentence.
Several people just thought he was really a lustful person, and the hall immediately became warm.
At this time, Butler Jian pushed the door and went in, bowed to Liang Ziweng, and handed a note.
Liang Ziweng handed the note to Wanyan Honglie and said, "Prince, is this the little prince's handwriting?"
(The end of this chapter)