I hang up and lie flat in the world of martial arts

Chapter 81
In less than a cup of tea, Dong Hanyan seemed to coax the lotus.

The two walked towards Qi Xuan and Lu Chengfeng.

"Really Qi, I'm sorry." Dong Hanyan immediately apologized softly afterward, "Hehua is a little shy."

"No problem." Qi Xuan shook his head and smiled, then looked at the little girl next to Dong Hanyan with her head bowed. When she saw the empty sleeve of her right arm, she couldn't help staring.

As if sensing Qi Xuan's gaze, He Hua quickly retracted behind him.

Seeing this, Dong Hanyan caressed He Hua's head, and said to Lu Chengfeng in a pleading tone: "Master Lu, my medical skills are poor, and He Hua's master is seriously ill in bed, so I have to go to the main body to find a doctor." Get her a doctor."

When Lu Chengfeng heard the words, there was no reason why he shouldn't. He immediately straightened his chest and said in a rough voice: "This matter is on my shoulders. There are many colleagues in the temple who are proficient in medical skills."

Then after Dong Hanyan talked to Hehua in a low voice, the two decided to go to the subject with Lu Chengfeng.

After watching the three of them leave, Qi Xuan turned and walked into the temple.

There was no one else in the audience, Qi Xuan went straight to the door of Master Song Heyang's room.

Sure enough, before entering the door, he could already feel the real energy surging in the room.

Since Song Heyang returned to Shangqing Temple, he has been devoting himself to practice.

Qi Xuan guessed that it was because he had met many masters in Beijing and realized that his martial arts were a bit powerless when facing real strong men.

However, Song Heyang is in his prime, and his talent is not bad. He also has the possibility to go further when he is also practicing Taihe Kung Fu and Xiantian Kung Fu.

Qi Xuan, who had been standing for a long time, knocked on the door until he felt the qi surging in the room gradually calm down.

"Come in."

After seeing Qi Xuan walk in, Song Heyang, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, first had a look of shock in his eyes, and then the expression on his face froze instantly.

Whoosh!
Qi Xuan had just stepped into the door with one foot, when suddenly a strong wind howled in his ears, and in the blink of an eye a figure had already killed him, and an index finger embodying vigor and vitality pointed to Qi Xuan's forehead.

Just at this moment of lightning and flint, a slight smile appeared on Qi Xuan's face, and then he whispered:
"Master."

Song Heyang's figure stopped abruptly, and his extended finger froze instantly three inches away from Qi Xuan's eyebrows.

"Why don't you fight back?"

After all, before Qi Xuan could answer, Song Heyang withdrew his hand with a complicated expression, and immediately turned and walked towards the room.

"Ugh--"

A sigh echoed in the room.

"Senior Sister Yafeng already told you?" Qi Xuan asked with a slight smile without any surprise on his face.

Song Heyang, who had already sat cross-legged on the futon again, said expressionlessly: "If Yafeng hadn't told me, I'm afraid Song would not have known that there was a top expert in his sect."

"Tell me, why didn't you fight back just now!" Song Heyang continued to ask.

Qi Xuan raised his eyebrows, and after hesitating for a moment, he said frankly: "Although you said you used all your strength to attack aggressively, in fact, you withdrew all your skills when you were three steps away from me."

Song Heyang's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

Qi Xuan immediately smiled and said, "Your pointing, you probably didn't want to give my apprentice a chestnut on his forehead, did you?"

Song Heyang's face twitched slightly, and then he said in a deep voice, "How much of your innate skills have you practiced?"

"It has reached the realm of transformation." Qi Xuan replied truthfully.

Song Heyang's eyes flashed when he heard the words, and he stared at Qi Xuan who was standing in the room for a long time, then heaved a deep sigh, then sat upright, and began to talk to himself.

Qi Xuan was skeptical at first, but after listening to a few sentences, he realized that what Song Heyang was chanting was a mantra of a mantra, so he immediately settled down and listened carefully.

The master and the apprentice spoke one, and the other listened.

After about half a stick of incense passed, a message appeared in Qi Xuan's mind.

[Taihe Gong (not practiced yet): 0/60000]

[Practice prerequisite: Innate skill (completed)]

This is the first time Qi Xuan has seen a martial art that needs to meet the prerequisites to practice.

Could it be... the same is true for Taiqing Gong.

It takes 90 cultivation bases to get started with Taihe Gong, and a full 40 cultivation bases are required to practice it to the level of transformation, which is twice as high as the 210 cultivation base of Xiantian Kung Fu, second only to Taiyin Jue, which consumes [-] million cultivation bases.

Qi Xuan still has more than 300 million cultivation bases left.

After thinking about it for a while, Qi Xuan chose to spend 90 cultivation bases to raise the Taihe Kung Fu to the realm of transformation.

In an instant, there were only a little over 200 million left in his cultivation base.

It is enough to practice a martial art similar to Taiyin Jue.

For the current Qi Xuan, the remaining 200 million, plus the cultivation base is still increasing by about 40 per year.

Already quite a surplus.

After all, Zhang Heming himself said that those who can win against him in this world can be counted on one finger.

And it's just winning, not killing.

In other words, Qi Xuan and those few are basically at the same level.

This is not the arena in the game.

If you can't beat it, you can slip away.

Unless there are more than three people joining forces, don't try to win opponents of the same level through normal means.

The identities and status of those few people should not be able to join forces to deal with such an unknown kid like me.

……

Song Heyang stared at Qi Xuan who was lost in thought, and asked in a deep voice, "But did you write it down?"

"I've written it down." Qi Xuan raised his head, then cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Master!"

Hearing Qi Xuanxuan calling himself a master, Song Heyang's expression froze, and then he said bitterly: "It was you, Senior Sister Yafeng, who told me today that the Senior Sect Leader has agreed to pass on your Taihe Gong."

"You also said that I... am your master, and I should do it myself." Song Heyang immediately laughed at himself, "How can I, Song Heyang, He De, be the master of you, a super master."

"It's just helpless for the disciple to conceal his martial arts." Qi Xuanyou sighed, "Could it be that because the disciple's martial arts is too high, Master, you don't recognize the disciple?"

Song Heyang's expression moved slightly when he heard this.

Qi Xuan continued: "Although the disciple is a bit tired and lazy on weekdays, he has sincerely respected you as a master from the beginning to the end, and has not neglected you in any way."

Song Heyang slowly closed his eyes, and said: "Yafeng mentioned that you will leave Shangqing temple in a few days."

"Today I also came here to bid farewell to Master." Qi Xuan nodded: "After Senior Sister Yafeng takes over as the head, the disciple will go down the mountain."

"But your sect master..." Song Heyang suddenly opened his eyes.

"It was the disciple who proposed to go down the mountain." Qi Xuan shook his head and said, "You understand the character of the disciple, Master. The mountain is bitter and cold, and the disciple can't stay."

"Understood." Song Heyang's face immediately relaxed, and then a trace of fatigue emerged, "You go, the relationship between you and me as a teacher and student ends here."

After speaking, he closed his eyes tightly.

"Disciple understands." Qi Xuan immediately replied in a deep voice, bowed immediately, then turned around and walked straight out of the door.

Until walking out of the door, facing the cold wind outside the house.

For some reason, Qi Xuan felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

The higher the cultivation base, the farther away from the world.

(End of this chapter)