Chapter 200 Qixing Heng practices Zhen Qigong
The night is foggy.
After nightfall, the bustle of Changsha City during the day suddenly faded away, and there were few people on the streets and alleys.
However, places such as wine shops, opium dens, gambling stalls and brothels are still brightly lit.
Running past the long street.
From time to time, indulgent laughter can be heard coming from the building.
But no one cared.
Kunlun, Huamaguai and Zhang Yunqiao rode horses, while Old Uncle Jiu rode in the car. He was old and had drank a few more drinks out of joy at the reception banquet, and now he was too drunk.
Lean against the car window.
Holding a jade snuff bottle as thin as a cicada's wings.
Watching the scenery passing by outside the window.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the window sill and hummed in a low voice to the tune of Huagu Opera.
"Chengnan archway..."
The most prosperous city in Changsha is undoubtedly the east of the city. The government office has been located in that area since the previous dynasty. In addition, there are businessmen and wine shops traveling from north to south. Red buildings can be seen everywhere, followed by the west and north of the city, and the most desolate in the south.
Past Thirteen Alley.
High-rise buildings disappeared and began to be replaced by clusters of low-rise residential buildings.
The originally smooth road was now a lot bumpier.
The opera that made Uncle Jiu hum in his mouth had a bit more vibrato.
I don’t know how long it will take.
Hua Maguai sighed softly, raised his head and looked forward.
Amidst the shadows of the trees, a tall archway stands on the street. It looks like it has been there for some time, with mottled marks all over it, and the base is covered with moss.
Behind the archway, there are alleys.
From time to time you can hear the sounds of children chasing and playing in the night.
It’s a bustling atmosphere.
“Old Uncle Nine, which alley do you think it is?”
"Item 3, the last household."
Although Old Uncle Jiu drank too much, his mind was extremely clear.
I know very well where Old Shen lives.
"Then I'll knock on the door first."
Huama stood up and was about to dismount, but was stopped by Uncle Jiu, "Let's go together, that old man has a very strange personality, you With a raw face, he may not be able to enter the yard.”
"Okay, I'll listen to Uncle Jiu."
Everyone said this when I saw him.
Huamaguai is not easy to say.
Just carefully help people get out of the car.
Kunlun on the other side has already dismounted, his face full of anticipation.
Seeing that he was carrying a big halberd behind him, Old Uncle Jiu hesitated to speak, but in the end he waved his hand and let him go.
This meeting.
Although I am amazed at his enlightenment and eloquence.
But his character is still as stubborn as ever.
At the end of the day, Euphorbia never leaves her body, even when eating, she has to keep it by her side to ensure that it never leaves her sight.
Just traveling.
Many inconveniences.
It is not appropriate to show this type of murderous weapon to others.
So Kunlun specially wrapped it heavily with black cloth.
“Follow me.”
Uncle Jiu waved his sleeves and put away the snuff bottle.
Then he walked slowly towards the alley.
Kunlun and Huamaguai followed closely behind, while Zhang Yunqiao was carrying several specially prepared gifts.
It’s not always good to come empty-handed when visiting someone’s home.
The driver was left standing guard outside, and a group of four people walked into the alley. The night was getting darker. Although there was no curfew, the poor people were reluctant to light the lights, so the dark alley seemed a bit cold.
"Knock on the door."
Walk through several yards.
Wait until we reached the end of the alley.
Old Uncle Jiu pouted angrily at a wooden door facing the south.
Hua Maguai immediately stepped forward, grabbed the copper buckle and patted it a few times.
"Who is it?"
Soon, an old but cautious voice came from the courtyard.
"Brother Shen, it's me."
Old Uncle Jiu coughed.
Hearing the familiar voice, the people in the courtyard lowered their guard, as if they had let go, and then there was a sound of footsteps approaching from far away.
Creaking——
The closed courtyard door slowly opened.
Out came an old man who was not tall, had gray hair, and was wearing a gray robe. He looked to be in his sixties.
Although I have been secular for many years.
But still maintains the image of a Taoist.
Her long hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and she was wearing a starched gray robe that was clearly in the style of a Taoist robe.
Although he is older, his temperament is thin and hale and hearty.
The moment he opened the door, his eyes swept across the people outside like a knife.
Kunlun, Zhang Yunqiao and Huamaguai are all martial arts practitioners.
Kunlun is okay.
But the last two people felt like they were being targeted by ferocious beasts in the mountains.
Fortunately, the sense of danger came and went faster. After scanning a few people, the old man's eyes fell on Old Uncle Ninth and said in a low voice.
"Shopkeeper Jiu, why are you here so late?"
"You old Shen, you can't just come and ask for a drink of water, right?"
Lao Jiu Uncle shook his head and smiled, making a joke that was neither serious nor serious.
However, he immediately straightened his expression and said, "Of course, I will go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. I came here today to discuss something important with you, Old Shen."
The word "big event" was keenly captured.
Old Shen’s eyes couldn’t help but darken.
The Ninth Shopkeeper across from me is the big shopkeeper of Qianjinlou. He has a lot of money and has friends with either high-ranking officials or noble people. However, he has no wealth and only a small family.
This piece of tile shelter behind me.
It was given to me by an old friend back then.
Let Shopkeeper Nine come to your door several times.
He only has the ability to stand on his own feet.
But the thought flashed through my mind. Even if I came to get the secret knowledge, I would do it willingly.
After all...
If it weren't for the Ninth Shopkeeper in front of him, his grandson would be gone.
His Shen family lineage has been cut off since then.
"Ninth Shopkeeper, and everyone, please."
Old Shen stepped back a few steps and invited the group into the hospital.
The yard is not big.
But it was spotlessly clean.
A small vegetable plot was specially opened to the east, where a few ridges of green vegetables were planted, enough for the grandfather and grandson to eat.
There is a willow tree growing in the middle, and there is an ancient well under the tree, which is simply surrounded by a circle.
It happens to be bounded by the ancient well.
The ground on the west side has obviously been leveled, and there are wooden piles, stone chairs and tables, which are probably used by Old Shen to practice martial arts.
He led several people all the way to the main room.
Sitting on the horse at the door was a little guy of six or seven years old.
Slightly thinner, and his face looked a little sickly pale.
Looks like your health is not in good shape.
“Huzi, it’s time to go to sleep.”
When passing by him, Old Shen reached out and touched his head, saying with a gentle expression.
The little guy is a little shy.
Hiding behind him and poking his head, he looked at the visitor in surprise, nodded obediently, picked up the small wooden knife on the ground beside him, crossed the threshold and walked in.
"It seems that the recovery is not bad."
Old Uncle Jiu looked at his back with a smile.
Some time ago, when he first visited the house, the little guy was so sick that he could hardly get out of bed. Now it is extremely rare to be like this.
“Thanks to Shopkeeper Ninth for coming to the rescue.”
Old Shen sighed and said with emotion.
In the past few months, he has finally understood the meaning of human heart.
Those who look kind and amiable are actually waiting for a joke behind their backs. On the contrary, it is businessmen like Shopkeeper Jiu who are always quick to talk and act kindly.
So he figured it out too.
Instead of hiding it, it is better to give it away.
I will be in a coffin from now on.
It’s not like the inheritance has been broken.
“You’re welcome.”
Entered the house.
Old Shen lit an old oil lamp.
Unable to wait until the bean-sized fire lit up, he went to boil water to make tea, but was stopped by Old Uncle Jiu.
“Okay, stop working.”
“We can’t stay long.”
Old Uncle Jiu waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down and take a rest. Then he went straight to the topic without mincing words.
"Old Shen, you should have guessed the purpose of our visit today."
Hearing this.
Old Shen Tou could not help but tremble slightly. He licked his lips a few times, and finally nodded silently.
"In this way, today I, Yuan Laojiu, decide how much money I can get in exchange for it. Just ask."
It was for medical treatment before.
Old Shen’s little savings have been wiped out. Now he is truly impoverished. He will have grandchildren to support in the future. He is too old to go out and work as a escort.
Just.
Old Shen shook his head and said.
"No, no, no."
"Shopkeeper Ninth has already paid for it before, how can I ask for more money."
"The rules of the world are that money and goods have been paid. Old Shen, you just have to deal with this matter." "Don't be stubborn with me."
Old Uncle Jiu is even more determined than him.
The Chen family has always valued integrity when doing business.
Not to the point of bullying widows and orphans.
Besides, he can still afford this amount of money.
Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat stalemate, Huamaguai immediately smiled and smoothed things over.
Just a few words.
It brought back the atmosphere.
At the same time, the conversation changed.
"Senior Shen, I heard that you once became a monk in Qingcheng Mountain... I have a question, I don't know whether to ask it or not."
Old Shen is just stubborn, not stupid.
Of course he understands that Shopkeeper Ninth just wants to provide help in times of need, and does not want to see his grandfather and grandson end up living on the streets.
But there has been a life-saving grace before.
How could he be so greedy?
Hearing what Huamaguai said, Old Shen calmed down and said, "Of course, as long as I know, I will tell you everything."
"Logically speaking, shouldn't Qingcheng Mountain be a place for cultivating Taoism? , Why is Senior Shen good at practicing kung fu?"
As soon as he said this.
Kunlun and Zhang Yunqiao on the side both raised their heads, they were equally curious about this.
Especially after seeing the shopkeeper and others break through the realm and enter Taoism.
This surprise is undoubtedly more serious.
It should be noted that Qingcheng Mountain is the holy land of Quanzhen Longmen Sect, one of the five Taoist immortal mountains and the ten largest caves.
In such a place of cultivation, the result is that he travels the world with martial arts.
It’s hard to understand.
Old Shen was still listening carefully, but when he heard the word "cultivation", he couldn't help but smile helplessly.
“Practice and enter Taoism is never that simple. There are indeed real people in the back mountains who cannot escape the world, but most of the people who join Taoism are ordinary people like me. Their basic skills are too poor and they can only follow the path of martial arts.”< br>
"And..."
Old Shen Tou hesitated for a moment, and finally said softly.
“I was originally a disciple of Mount Emei, but the mountain gate was in decline, so I had no choice but to go to Mount Qingcheng to achieve enlightenment.”
"Emei?"
Hear this sentence.
Not only the three Kunlun people, but also Old Uncle Ninth were astonished.
Old Shen has gradually retired over the years, but more than ten years ago, no one who practiced martial arts in Changsha knew his name.
Practice Kung Fu all over the body, without leaking anything.
There were rumors in the world that he was a Taoist priest on Qingcheng Mountain, and Old Shen never denied it, so it was logical for him to think so.
I didn’t expect that.
There is also such a past event.
“I dare to ask Senior Shen, what you have learned is Qixing Heng Kung Fu?”
A few people were still amazed.
No one noticed that the eyes of Zhang Yunqiao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly became bright and his expression was full of excitement.
"You... know?"
Old Shen raised his eyebrows with surprise on his face.
In a group of people.
Except for Yuan Laojiu, he looked at everyone carefully when he opened the door.
However, most of the attention is on Kunlun.
That body and bones are definitely a perfect candidate for horizontal training.
Unexpectedly, it was this humble young man who was the first to recognize his origin.
Hear the hidden meaning in his words.
Zhang Yunqiao was even more excited. He stood up and clenched his fists.
"To be honest, I have learned from Mr. Guo since I was a child. I have been practicing Piguaquan for many years. At the age of thirteen, I became a disciple of my master and practiced the Five Tigers' Door-Breaking Spear." The one from Guo Yanzi?”
I heard him tell his story.
Old Shen’s old eyes gradually lit up.
“Yes!”
Zhang Yunqiao nodded heavily.
"It turns out that after we are old friends in the world, no wonder..."
Old Shen finally understood.
In the land of Cangzhou, the practice of martial arts has been very popular since ancient times. There are many sects and martial arts halls everywhere. There are countless martial arts masters like crucian carp crossing the river.
Just boxing.
There are more than fifty species.
The most famous among them are Chen Style Tai Chi, Mengcun Baji, Pigua and Xingyi Tongji, etc.
As for Pigua, there are two branches, Yanshan and Nanpi.
The master of Nanpi Piguaquan is Guo Changsheng, known as Guo Yanzi in the world.
This person has practiced Pi Guaquan to a very high level.
Although he was a monk in Mount Emei at that time, he had heard of Guo Yanzi's name, but he did not expect that the person in front of him would be his disciple.
"Since you are a disciple of Grandmaster Guo, why don't you continue to practice Pigua instead..."
Old Shen was a little confused.
Although the words have not been finished, the meaning is self-evident.
Piguaquan is a fist that opens and closes, twists and turns, and is known as a thousand punches. It can’t be finished in one move, and it follows the same domineering and fierce horizontal training path.
Why do we have to abandon the near and seek the far away now?
Come here to learn his Qixing Hengqigong?
Hearing this, Zhang Yunqiao suddenly looked ashamed. He was young and ignorant at the time, and felt that Pi Guaquan was just a few punches, and it was far less powerful and shocking than the Five Tigers' Door-Breaking Spear.
So I decided to quit.
I can’t thank Mr. Guo for his kindness.
Nowadays, the grass is falling in Changsheng Mountain.
How dare he act recklessly?
Seeing that his face was red and he was hesitant to speak, old Shen Tou, who has become a mature man, could not understand. He immediately waved his hand and said, "I wonder which one of you wants to learn from my Qixing Heng Kung Fu in Mount Emei? ”
Uncle Yuan Jiu is too old.
Qi and blood decline.
It’s past the time for martial arts training.
Of the three young men in front of me, Huama Guaigan is the worst, followed by Zhang Yunqiao, and Kunlun is the best.
He had made a decision in his heart.
But after all, you cannot decide this matter yourself.
“Senior Shen, it’s me.”
Kunlun took a step forward, intertwined his fingers, and shouted in a deep voice.
Just standing there.
With a height of nearly two meters and a body of majestic energy and blood, it condensed into a terrifying oppressive force and hit his face.
Old man Shen couldn't help but praise him heartily.
“What a seedling with a golden body and iron bones.”
That day, the mountain gate was defeated, and all his brothers came down the mountain. After so many years, he never met another one.
Originally I wanted to pass on Heng Lian Kung Fu to my grandson.
But he is inherently deficient.
The body and bones are extremely weak.
Forcibly stimulating Qi and blood will not only fail to improve Qi and strengthen bones, but will become a life-threatening poison.
Therefore, he gave up this idea early.
Now I see myself getting older day by day.
He was also very anxious.
I am afraid that one day my foot will be kicked into the ground and Qixing Heng’s practice will be interrupted.
When the time comes to go to Jiuquan, I won’t be able to see the ancestors of the sect and the old master.
There were three people in the group, and the one he liked most was Kunlun.
Now I got what I wanted.
The smile on his face could hardly stop.
"It seems that you are quite satisfied, Mr. Shen?"
Seeing this.
Old Uncle Jiu stroked his long beard and asked with a smile.
“Satisfied, of course satisfied.”
Old Shen nodded repeatedly.
Tell the truth.
He has been feeling quite uneasy these past few days.
After all, it was passed down by the master.
If you just find someone, how can you be worthy of the master?
But if Kunlun can practice Qixing Hengqigong, it is simply a dream.
"In that case."
"Let Kunlun stay for the next few days. You can discuss it yourself on how to teach and practice."
(End of this chapter)