Chapter 206 Yang Fang has been waiting for you for a long time
"The sky is full of energy, the mind sinks into the Dantian, and the furnace is refining for twelve rounds. This is the foundation of Qi training. Just remember it, it is as tight as a slab, and it is as loose as a stone." There are pearls hidden in the cotton. "
"Zhuang Gong, in fact, is just twelve words. It takes root in the ground, rises like a bright moon, and falls like a thousand pounds falling to the bottom."
The archway in the south of the city.
Wushan Lane.
In a small house.
Old Shen stood under the shade of a tree with his hands behind his back, staring at the figure in the martial arts training field not far away, moving around with moves, fist shadows intertwined, a face full of relief.
Except.
There is also a touch of exclamation that cannot be concealed.
Kunlun is extremely talented.
It was definitely the only one he had seen in his life.
Peng Daozong's seven-star practice of Zhen Qigong requires the most hard work.
Back then, among the many brothers on the mountain, even the one with the best skills took a full two months to understand the formula clearly. He was just mediocre, and it took him half a year.
But this kid from Kunlun has only been in the yard for a long time.
It’s a good idea, and it only takes ten days.
Not only is he very familiar with the moves.
One move after another, even more freely.
No one who practices diligently for one or two years will find it as difficult as climbing to the sky to achieve that step.
He has also been involved in the arena for many years.
Especially in the years since I came down from Qingcheng Mountain, I have been immersed in the dyeing vat of the market.
When he rose to prominence in the world, there were as many gadflies as people who wanted to be his disciples.
To be honest, Old Shen has not thought about finding a few good prospects, which can be regarded as extending Peng Daozong's life.
But among all living beings, most of them are ordinary people.
Qixingheng practices.
Not only difficult, but also painful.
Most people simply cannot bear it.
Often after practicing for ten days and a half, or several months, I find that I am still unable to get started, so I feel discouraged and turn to simple and crude fists and kicks.
As time goes by.
Plus he just wants to find his family.
That’s all.
It was only in recent years, as I got older and older, that the idea of passing on the Qixing Heng practice came to my mind like a spark.
It’s a pity that I can’t find the right person.
I didn’t expect that.
This time, in order to repay the life-saving grace of the ninth shopkeeper of Jinlou, he agreed to spread the word about Hengqigong.
Although I know that Shopkeeper Nine has a good background.
But after all, this kind of thing cannot be forced.
What he wants to do is to teach wholeheartedly. As for the result, it depends on the person's foundation and understanding.
But it started from that night when we met.
Old Shen knew that he had found a treasure.
This boy is born to practice horizontal kung fu.
During this period, Kunlun's performance completely verified his guess.
Bang!
At this moment.
The martial arts training ground paved with stone bricks.
Kunlun's Qi sank into his Dantian, and when he took a step forward, Qi and blood surged throughout his body. The strength started from the Qi and blood, got accustomed to his waist, spread throughout his body, and finally emanated from the soles of his feet.
Only a bang was heard.
The old brick weighing more than ten kilograms under him was crushed to pieces by his kick.
Dust was everywhere, and it was all over my body.
But Kunlun didn't care. His whole figure was like a stone pile, with roots on his feet and remained motionless.
“Qi transports the Dantian, refining the furnace for twelve turns, walking with the pulse, tightness and tightness complementing each other.”
Seeing him standing out of the seven-star pile, Old Shen came to his senses and shouted in a deep voice.
Kunlun remained motionless, but slowly raised his hands that were hanging by his sides, clenched his fingers, put his two fists together, then opened his mouth and took a deep breath, flowing through his veins, and sinking into his Dantian with his thoughts. .
In an instant.
He suddenly felt that Qi and blood were swirling three inches below his lower abdomen, as if setting off a spiral.
“It’s done once.”
"It's a pity that the master passed away. Otherwise, if Peng Daozong had him, he wouldn't be in this situation today."
Feeling the changes in Kunlun.
Old Shen's expression became more astonished and he couldn't help but sigh.
The other side.
Kunlun was tense and had no distracting thoughts.
I turned a deaf ear to the cries and noises coming from the alley outside the courtyard.
Just wait for the Qi and blood to flow for twelve rounds.
The formation immediately changed.
Press the Dantian tightly with two fists.
Immediately after that breath of Dantian Qi, like a big tide, it flows through the acupoints all over the body.
As the breath circulated, the skin of the bare upper body became significantly darker under the scorching sun, as if it had been poured with molten iron.
“This three-position strong Qigong is also called Iron Cloth Shirt.”
“Kunlun, are you ready?”
“Master Shen, just come. . ”
Hearing this, Kunlun, whose feet were worth a thousand pieces of gold and whose body was as tall as a bow, just grinned.
"Okay!"
Old Shen didn't waste any time.
Throw the tobacco pole aside casually.
He turned to pick up a wooden stick.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped out in one step, stepped on the stone table and jumped into the martial arts arena. With a flick of his wrist, the wooden stick flew through the air, causing an astonishing sound of breaking through the air.
Look in the direction of the gun stick.
It was obvious that he was going straight to the back of Kunlun.
Just.
Feeling the sound of breaking wind, Kunlun was not moved at all. He just slowly put away his smile, making his face look a little more stern.
Bang!
Old Shen is as fast as Gu Hong.
The spear and stick were as heavy as a mountain.
Just...
Smashed it down with a stick.
Kunlun's figure didn't even sway. Instead, the spear stick made of pear wood cracked and broke into two pieces.
Seeing this, Old Shen didn't have time to marvel. Instead, he quickly walked outside Kunlun and stared at his back to investigate carefully.
His stick just now was almost unreserved, using at least 50% to 60% of the force.
It doesn’t seem heavy.
But how many years has he practiced Qixingheng?
A pair of fists can easily kill someone.
Otherwise, how could he have secured his position as the number one master in the world of Changsha more than ten years ago.
The strength of 50% to 60%, for an ordinary person, is enough to smash the vertebrae into pieces.
But this kid, who was dressed in copper skin and iron bones, was hit by such a stick, except for a shallow mark, no muscle or bone was injured at all.
Until this moment, Old Shen could no longer suppress the surprise and relief in his turbid eyes.
If I hadn’t been taught by myself.
He even doubted whether this boy was a descendant of the sect and had practiced this horizontal skill since his mother was born.
"Master Shen, how are you?"
Kunlun let out a long breath.
He took advantage of the situation and put away his posture, then turned to look at Old Shen and asked.
"You boy... can start training now."
"However, remember, only by practicing the martial arts thousands of times can you forge real gold. After you go back, you can't stop practicing for a day."
I saw him and asked.
Old Shen just collected his thoughts and said seriously.
"I know, Master Shen."
Hearing the word "master".
Kunlun couldn't help but look surprised.
Ever since he was brought back to Chenjiazhuang by the shopkeeper, this was the first time in so many years that he was alone outside.
Although it is for practice.
But he always felt uneasy when he was not with the shopkeeper for one day.
"Okay, I see Huabantou and the others have been here for a while, and they are probably waiting outside impatiently. You pack up and go back with them."
See his reaction.
Old Shen pointed outside the yard.
To be honest, if possible, he really wanted to pass on all the mantles to Kunlun.
However, everyone has his own ambitions, not to mention this kid is like a hidden dragon in the abyss, and sooner or later he will soar into the sky.
“The kidnapper is here?”
Hearing this, Kunlun turned around subconsciously and looked across the courtyard wall.
Sure enough.
In the alley outside the door.
Six or seven figures are standing under the shade of the trees waiting.
Who else is talking with his head lowered than Huamaguai and Zhang Yunqiao?
It's just that he was immersed in practice before and didn't notice it at all.
“Go.”
Old Shen turned around and returned to the stone table.
Pick up the dry tobacco rod, twist a little more from the tobacco bag and stuff it into the mouth of the cigarette, light it with the fire sickle, and then take a deep breath.
Just. Amidst the smoke.
The thin and lanky figure from before seemed to have aged a lot. He was hunched and leaning on the stone bench. Seeing that Kunlun was not moving, he did not forget to wave to him to signal him not to miss the time.
"Master Shen, have you forgotten something?"
Kunlun shook his head.
“What?”
"Some time ago, I told you that when I return to Chenjiazhuang, I will take Huzi with me."
When he said this, Kunlun raised his head and glanced at the gate.
Behind the door, a small figure is looking here with his head.
It seems that Brother Kunlun is leaving today.
The little guy’s face was full of reluctance.
"This..."
Old Shen stopped smoking.
Kunlun did mention such a thing that day, but he did not have high hopes.
Cultivation is more difficult than practicing martial arts.
If the latter is mountain climbing, then the former is climbing to the sky.
As one of the few Taoists in the world, he had never seen a real person face to face despite spending so many years in Qingcheng and Emei.
People who practice Taoism cut off the mortal world and avoid the world, and devote themselves to immortality.
Guidance and breathing every morning and evening.
Day after day, maybe ten days and a half, it takes only a hair's worth of spiritual energy to condense.
And he has no friendship with the shopkeeper Chen Jiashao.
How could you ask him to take action?
Spending spiritual energy to sort out Huzi’s meridians?
"Master Shen, don't worry. I have been with the shopkeeper for more than ten years and I know his character well. When the time comes, I will beg him and the shopkeeper will definitely not turn a blind eye."
It seems that I could see the concerns in his heart.
Kunlun shook his head and smiled.
"But..."
Old Shen was still a little hesitant.
However, before the words were finished, Kunlun's voice continued to come, "Master Shen, it's getting late. Go pack your luggage first and take Huzi with you to set off."
"Whether it works or not, you have to try."
Hear his last words.
Old Shen finally made up his mind.
He is already old, but Huzi is only in his early ten years. If one day he closes his eyes, there will be no one to take care of him in the world.
Once the disease occurs, it is almost a dead end.
Kunlun is right.
Whether it works or not is another matter, but doing nothing would be too cruel to Hu Zi.
"Okay... okay, I'll go right away."
Old Shen put away his cigarette rod, his eyes were red. If he hadn't held back by force, he would have burst into tears by now.
It’s not good for Hu Zi to see.
He raised his sleeve and quickly wiped the corners of his eyes before walking quickly into the house.
The little guy hiding behind the door.
Apparently he heard the conversation between the two people in the yard, and now his gloomy eyes were filled with light.
"Grandpa, are we going to go far away?"
"Yes, Huzi, brother Kunlun will take you to treat...to be a guest at his house."
See you there the little guy asked.
Old Shen smiled and touched his head.
A smile suddenly appeared on Huzi's face and he couldn't wait to run to his house.
It didn’t take much time.
The grandfather and grandson each came out carrying a baggage.
I said it was tidying up, but in fact I just picked up a few changes of clothes.
“Come, Huzi, give me the baggage.”
Kunlun, who was waiting in the courtyard, walked forward with a smile and took the bundle from his hand.
Old Shen looked at Huama Guai and Zhang Yunqiao who entered the door with an apologetic look.
I just took advantage of them to clean up.
Kunlun went out and briefly explained the matter.
“You two will have to worry about this along the way.”
"No way, Master Shen is too polite."
Huama waved her hand and said gently.
Kunlun has never been like this in so many years. Since it is so strong this time, there is a reason for it. How can Huamaguai not understand?
"Guaizi, where is Old Uncle Jiu?"
"I already said hello when I came here. We are here to take you back."
Hear this.
Kunlun's last lingering heart finally fell back into his stomach.
The group of people quickly mounted their horses and rode through the city. When they passed the city gate, the former Adjutant Lin was also there. They saw the group of people in the distance and had already gotten up early.
See this.
Old Shen almost went to retrieve the long sword hanging on the side of the horse's back.
He has been in Changsha City for many years.
How could I not know that guy?
With guns at hand, he bullies and dominates the market and commits many evil acts.
A group of people stood up in a hurry. In his opinion, they definitely had no good intentions.
“Master Shen, don’t be nervous.”
"It's okay."
Huamaguai noticed it, smiled at him and shook his head.
Seeing him like this, Old Shen did not dare to let down his guard. He always held the hilt of the sword with his big hand, just in case the gang came to chaos, and he was prepared.
Just...
Wait for a group of people to pass by with their horses.
The adjutant named Lin, instead of trying to stop and embarrass him, instead bowed his head and bent down with a smile on his face. From the beginning to the end, Kunlun and others didn't even look at him except for Huama Guaiji who said a few words.
But including Adjutant Lin.
But no one dared to say a word.
Even after leaving the city gate for a while, Old Shen looked back and saw that the guys were still watching from a distance.
Until this moment.
He finally understood.
Although they are both from Jianghu, the gap between them is thousands of miles.
From here, you can also get a glimpse of the horror of the Chen family.
Obviously he is far away in Xiangyin, but even Changsha City has to give him face.
No wonder Huamaguai is so calm and calm.
In his heart, he became more and more surprised and longing for Shopkeeper Chen.
Waiting to leave the city.
There was almost no delay for the group.
We arrived at Chenjiazhuang the next morning.
This was because I was worried that my grandfather and grandson would not be able to bear the long journey, so I slowed down. Otherwise, if they had to travel in a hurry, they would arrive in half a day.
Arrived outside the village.
Seeing the gate tower that is no weaker than Xiangyin City.
Old Shen, a well-informed man, could not help but be stunned.
A village is better than a town.
What is even more surprising is that the people coming and going outside the city seem to be farmers who are attached to the Chen family, but they are all cleanly dressed and full of energy.
No food at all.
You know, even in the provincial capital Changsha, there are countless homeless people and beggars outside the city.
A year of natural disasters and famine comes.
The shanty towns outside the city can stretch for almost ten miles.
They are all poor people waiting to be given porridge.
Chenjiazhuang is so rich and prosperous.
After passing the outer city and entering the inner city, Old Shen was even more amazed.
High-rise buildings and courtyards line up one after another, and there are vast lakes stretching as far as the eye can see.
Da da——
Just as he was looking around curiously.
Suddenly there was the sound of horse hooves in the distance.
Old Shen subconsciously raised his head and saw a group of three people coming.
A woman in a red dress, a Taoist carrying a big bow, and a young man carrying a spear or some other weapon.
Looking at the three people from a distance.
The exclamation on his face quickly disappeared and turned into a trace of solemnity.
Between the galloping horses.
The momentum of the three of them is stronger than the other.
They are all clearly top-notch martial arts masters.
"Guaizi, Kunlun, I can't wait until you come back."
Hearing Zhuang Ding's report, Miss Hong couldn't wait to greet her.
"I'm back, I'm back."
"Honggu..."
Kunlun greeted with a smile, and was about to ask the shopkeeper about his whereabouts. Unexpectedly, before the words came out, a wisp of A sharp-sharp gaze shot straight at him, and at the same time, a sound like broken gold exploded in his ears.
“Are you Kunlun?”
“I’m in Yang Fang, I’ve been waiting for a long time.”
"Shopkeeper Chen promised me that when you return to the village, you will have a fight with me!"
(End of this chapter)