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Chapter 46 Daoist Qianhe is here
Zhang Ziyu taught the improved Baguazhang to Simu Taoist priest and his senior brother.

This Baguazhang is not only the 64 hands of the Gong family, but also contains the essence of Baguazhang from other schools of the world, and the core of Maoshan Baguazhang here, it can be regarded as the master of Baguazhang.

Daoist Simu is worthy of being an old Jianghu. He has practiced Baguazhang for many years, and his background is indeed good. He basically mastered the ancient martial arts Baguazhang in half a day.

When he stood in the yard, the pile method was self-produced, his body was like a pine tree, and his energy was connected in one place, as if he had entered a samadhi.

Zhang Ziyu sensed it for a while, and immediately found that the blood in the body of the four-eyed Taoist priest was surging like a river, passionate and turbulent, and it was honed and condensed a little bit.

In less than two hours, the four-eyed Daoist Priest's body roared like tigers and leopards thundering, and he stepped into the realm of a master of Chinese martial arts in one fell swoop.

Zhang Ziyu sighed: "It's really extraordinary to be single for decades to accumulate energy and blood."

"Brat, aren't you afraid that your master will kill you and bury you in this yard?"

Zhang Ziyu turned his head and found that Master Yixiu next door had arrived in the yard at some point.

"Master, why did you come out?"

Master Yixiu smiled and said: "Hey, Qingqing said that there was thunder outside and asked me to come out to collect the medicinal materials, but now it seems that the four-eyed Taoist has successfully cultivated."

The Buddhists also have the method of observing qi, and they are particularly sensitive to qi and blood. At a glance, they can see that the four-eyed Taoist priest's qi and blood are like a rainbow, flowing like mercury, and his physical body is powerful.

"Master, is there something wrong with the Taoist priest, and he can make a sound?"

Qingqing walked over at this time, looking at the four-eyed Taoist priest with puzzled eyes in surprise.

"Qingqing, don't talk nonsense, you girl. Four-eyed Taoist friend has accomplished physical training, and his blood is like a rainbow. He is much stronger than me."

"Hmph, smelly monk, you are quite discerning."

The four-eyed Taoist master had already completed his exercise at this time, woke up, and looked at Master Yixiu with a lot of air.

"Amitabha, if you have cultivated your physical body with four eyes, you can live a few more years if you think about it. Eighty is definitely not a problem."

Both of them are old enemies, so there is nothing awkward in this meeting, but the first time they open their mouths, they are always mocking.

Practitioners live to be eighty, just kidding, isn't this calling people short-lived?

The four-eyed Taoist priest immediately widened his eyes: "Stinky monk, if you can't speak, just keep your mouth shut. How about we do two tricks?"

"Beating, killing and killing is not what the poor monk wants. Four eyes, you are irritable."

"Humph"

"Jia Le, what are you waiting for, why don't you practice quickly?"

After arguing for a while, Master Yixiu stayed with Qingqing and went back to process his medicinal materials.

After he was plucked by Zhang Ziyu last time when he was not at home, he is still a little worried now, thinking that some wild beasts will come into the yard and scatter the herbs.

So try to pick off the mature medicinal materials, clean them, and then dry them for storage.

Both master and apprentice have been very busy these two days.

As for Zhang Ziyu's senior brother, Qian Jiale was directly sent out by Simu to stand up. Standing up in Guwu Baguazhang is much more tiring than riding a horse. After a while, Qian Jiale was already trembling and sweating profusely. .

Of course, Qian Jiale had worked a little bit harder, but Zhang Ziyu was a bit miserable.

The four-eyed Daoist practiced the technique of inviting the gods, and his fighting style was more inclined to go straight up.

And now he is also starting to invite gods to start, so naturally the same practice is indispensable.

If it was at the beginning, Zhang Ziyu invited mysticism, ancient martial arts, horizontal practice of the thirteen Taibao golden bell jars, Bibo Heart Sutra internal strength, plus the inner armor of the giant python, the three-piece armor of the tyrant, under the blessing of the six-in-one, and the master It's okay to carry it through the tricks, and it's nothing to practice in sparring.

But the current situation is that the four-eyed Taoist master, the ancient martial arts master, the new-style Baguazhang proficient, the qi-blood bull, the giant python inner armor, and the tyrant three-piece suit are all available. Many in one.

Zhang Ziyu was beaten by the four-eyed Taoist leader every day in the mountains, and while he was beating, he pointed out how to use the secret technique of the gods.

He had reason to suspect that his master was avenging his own personal revenge, and wanted to get back all the revenge he wrote down in his little notebook.

Fortunately, equipped with body protection, the pain is really painful, but it is not so bad that the nose is bruised and the face is swollen.

"When the stinky boy comes again, please God must be calm and firm, so that the divine power of the incense and fire you invite will be stronger and more persistent."

The four-eyed Taoist said very seriously, and he was really pointing Zhang Ziyu.

Zhang Ziyu lay on the ground, rolled his eyes and said: "Master, you are enough, you have been fighting for several days, please God is not a normal practice, and I can't do it overnight."

"Stinky Boy"

The four-eyed priest glared at him when he heard it, but he still dissipated the power of incense and fire on his body, recovering from the state of a muscular man.

Zhang Ziyu also stood up, and then said: "Master, how about I give senior brother a giant python inner armor and a set of tyrant armor, and you can go to him to discuss it?"

"You want your senior brother to die quickly, right?"

Zhang Ziyu twitched his mouth and said, "Your old man also knows that you and I practice hard shots, right?"

The four-eyed Taoist priest showed embarrassment, and said confidently and confidently: "There is no such thing as normal discussion, it's just that you can't stop it."

The two exchanged a few words, but the four-eyed Taoist said seriously: "Ziyu, it's a good thing that you are willing to help senior brother, but I won't give you the tyrant's armor for now, just give me a giant python armor for self-defense. I'm afraid he is too Rely on the tyrant's armor and be lazy in cultivation."

He is also well-intentioned, the two apprentices have different talents, Zhang Ziyu is very talented, even this special equipment is naturally refined by him, so there is no such thing as over-reliance.

But Jiale can't do it anymore. We have to lay a solid foundation and take our time.

The two returned to the wooden house, Qian Jiale was still struggling to practice boxing and standing, and in front of him was a large casserole, bubbling with water vapor and exuding a faint fragrance.

"Master, you are finally back, what you boiled is so delicious."

While practicing kung fu, Qian Jiale had to watch the fire for his master. It was a double torment, and he swallowed his saliva when he spoke.

"Didn't steal it?"

"No."

"It's honest."

Simu Taoist nodded: "Go to the kitchen and get two bowls, share them with your junior brother, there is not a drop left, you must finish eating, and go to practice immediately after eating."

"I'm going right away!" Qian Jiale went straight to the kitchen to get three large bowls and chopsticks without stopping, and then returned to the yard, staring at the big casserole.

The four-eyed Taoist priest lifted the lid of the pot, and the rich aroma wafted out instantly. It turned out to be a pot of rich milky chicken soup.

Purine warning, wind pain warning.

Zhang Ziyu swallowed, and then silently read the health warning.

Jiale divided the chicken soup into three parts, and then handed it to the master first, then the younger brother, and finally himself.

Although he didn't say it, it can be seen that his own bowl has the least amount of meat and the most soup.

The four-eyed Taoist laughed immediately when he saw it, and said in his heart: "Good boy, stupid people have stupid blessings, you deserve to drink so much."

This is not an ordinary chicken soup. Thirty-year-old ginseng, astragalus root, rhodiola rosea, ganoderma lucidum, and more than ten kinds of herbs are boiled into a pot of tonic to replenish Qi and blood, and the nutrition is all in the soup.

This pot needs at least two or three small yellow croakers.

If it weren't for the worry that the apprentice would not be able to bear the medicinal power of the century-old ginseng, it is estimated that Taoist Simu would really dare to use the old ginseng to make herbal decoction.

Jia Le didn't know much about medicine, so he thought that meat was the most precious, just like ordinary soup.

As everyone knows, this soup is the most precious.

Zhang Ziyu and Taoist Master Simu didn't say anything, and drank their share. Qian Jiale was kind-hearted, and he was the one with the weakest foundation.

Qian Jiale drank it whole, and wiped his mouth by the way, it tasted really good.

"Jiale, does it taste good?"

"It's delicious, master, when shall we do it again?"

"No rush, I will eat it once a week from now on."

"Come on, Jiale put this on."

Jia Le was still lamenting that happiness came too fast, and in a dazed state, the Taoist priest with four eyes smiled kindly and handed him a nice inner armor.

"Master, what is this?"

"The giant python inner armor that your junior brother gave you as a gift is considered a low-grade magic weapon."

"Thank you, brother."

When Qian Jiale heard it, he was indeed a good senior brother. Although he always took advantage of the fish and let me take the blame to be honest, he still cared about the senior brother.

"No thanks, no thanks"

I hope you will still be grateful for a while.

Zhang Ziyu laughed dryly, it's too shameless, won't my master's conscience hurt like this?

Qian Jiale didn't know his situation yet, so he happily put on his inner armor.

He looked up and down, moved his body, and found that it really fit.

"Jia Le, how do you feel?"

"It fits well, but it's a bit hot, but it should be because the bowl of soup just now was too hot."

The Taoist priest with four eyes narrowed his eyes: "It's right if it's hot, pack your things and come practice Baguazhang with me."

Qian Jiale:?

Qian Jiale finally realized the dangers in the world, and was beaten up by Taoist Four Eyes in the yard.

Although he hadn't dealt with Zhang Ziyu so hard, his whole body was still sore, and he didn't stop until the medicine's power calmed down and his qi and blood were condensed for a few minutes.

For several days in a row, the three masters and apprentices were cultivating qi and blood and polishing their bodies. Of course, the necessary training of qi is also one of the daily homework.

Time passed day by day, and finally one morning, the noise of the distant path broke the peace of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)