Fu Shifeng

Chapter 24

Just when Mr. Changqing felt bored, he sensed that someone was coming outside, he judged a little, and asked, "Is it Su's boss?"

Su Wangting, who just stepped into the room, was a little surprised: "Sir, you have good ears, and you pointed me out before I even spoke."

"I don't listen with my ears." Mr. Changqing explained bluntly: "Although Mr. Su's words and deeds are restrained, the temperament exuding around him cannot be easily changed."

Su Wangting asked: "Oh? The sage said, 'Quality wins over literature, and literature wins over quality, making history'. Could it be this kind of temperament that you are referring to?"

"You are the method of Confucianism." Mr. Changqing hesitated a little: "I didn't see that Director Su actually studied Confucian classics."

"It's really not a matter of studying two characters, it's nothing more than knowing a few characters." Su Wangting shook his head with a wry smile.

"Su Zhangshi, you are more literary than qualitative." Mr. Changqing said mercilessly: "You have the intention to inquire about my ability, but you use false decorations to hide yourself, showing no sincerity."

Su Wangting opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and then said: "I am laughing at you. In the past, I presided over the Baochang Society and dealt with people from all walks of life, so I couldn't avoid ostentation. You are a master of Taoism, so naturally you don't bother to entangle yourself in such mediocre world affairs."

"If you want to scold me for being unreal, you can speak up." Mr. Changqing snorted coldly.

"Mister, I'm serious. I just want to say that due to his past experience, Daoist Xie didn't want to show it in the Protectorate's Mansion. There is no need to push too much, sir." Su Wangting pointed out in a pleasant manner.

Mr. Changqing was about to refute, but suddenly fell silent again.I heard Su Wangting continue to say: "To tell you the truth, Mr. Xie was able to serve as a guest in the Duhu Mansion, and I, Baochang Society, also contributed in secret. There are some things that need not be made clear, just leave room for each other."

"It seems that Su not only has the backing of Mr. Lu, but also has arrangements in the Dufu Mansion. No wonder he can earn a large fortune." Mr. Changqing chuckled.

"I'm ashamed...with Daoist Xie's treatment, sir's eyes will heal within a few days." Su Wangting said.

Mr. Changqing guessed that the other party would come without incident, so he asked: "Could it be that Mr. Su is in a hurry to ask me to use my eyes?"

Su Wangting said: "We have roughly detected the location of the Tianchi Lake, which is located in the deep mountains in the southeast of Luntai County, Tingzhou. According to the local legend, the Tianchi Lake in the mountains has always been quite magical, and there are even legends that there are dragons hiding and gods flying. .”

"Are you sure that Tianchi is the acupoint of blessed land?" Mr. Changqing asked eagerly.

"Not yet, so I'd like to invite sir and several practitioners from the Protectorate's Mansion to take a closer look." Su Wangting said: "Tianchi Lake is located in a deep mountain, if you send a large army there rashly, the enemy may notice its movements."

"I understand. The chief guard of Qi wants to gather a small number of elite soldiers and horses to go to Tianchi to investigate the situation together with the warlocks in the mansion." Mr. Changqing thought for a moment, but did not immediately agree: "However, I am curious, why did Director Su do so? Tell me about this matter? Shouldn’t you get rid of me, an outsider, when you work for Lu Xiangye? It also prevents anyone from competing with you.”

"At this time, you don't have to worry too much." Su Wangting said: "I admire Mr. Changqing's ability and insight. With Mr. Zhang coming forward, many problems will be solved."

Mr. Changqing was silent for a while, and then said: "Before, I underestimated Su in charge. You are too talented to be a businessman in the Western Regions. I think Wen Changshi and his like are far inferior to you."

"Sir, it's absurd." Su Wangting said.

"But I still have one thing I don't know." Mr. Changqing asked: "The Chief Protector of Qi is the old British Ministry of Public Affairs. Even if Mr. Wu is killed by the mouth of the demon, your Baochang Society is doomed to be blamed. You are not afraid of the Chief Protector of Qi." Are you going to trouble you afterwards? You know, no matter how powerful Lu Xiangye is, in the Western Regions, it is still the Chief Protector of Qi who has the final say."

"Da Du Hu is Da Du Hu, and the British Duke is the British Duke." Su Wangting's tone was subtle: "That's all I said, sir, you are smart, so you should understand."

Mr. Changqing was slightly taken aback, and said: "I really didn't expect this level. Su Zhang is really clever, and he has been taught."

……

Late at night, inside Baochang Square.

Cheng Sanwu took off his shirt and held a big gun in both hands, stabbing, stabbing, picking, sweeping, poking, splitting, and collapsing, back and forth in various ways.

The tip of the gun gleamed silvery in the moonlight. Although it hit the empty space with force, it produced bursts of piercing sound. If it stabbed an ordinary person, it would definitely be bloody holes.

At this time, a puff of blue smoke fell on the roof, revealing Afu's figure. She watched Cheng Sanwu sweat profusely, and the big gun in her hand danced faster and faster, like a dragon and snake writhing, trying to crush everything she encountered.

After a round of rehearsal, Cheng Sanwu stood with his gun on his shoulders and said without looking back, "Have you seen enough?"

"Not allowed to watch?" Afu enjoyed the feeling of the breeze blowing through her hair at night: "Or are you like those martial arts schools in the Central Plains, and you don't allow others to spy on you?"

"I don't have those stinky rules." Cheng Sanwu stretched his chest, back and shoulders, and relaxed his muscles and bones: "I just don't like being stared at when I'm practicing martial arts, and I don't feel comfortable."

"You've been hanging out with Qi Zhiyi these days, it's rare to see you practicing martial arts." Afu said with a light smile, "A martial arts practitioner is addicted to wine and sex, isn't he afraid of emptying his body?"

"That's someone else, I won't do that." Cheng Sanwu put the big gun aside, then took a damp cloth to wipe his body.

Under the moonlight in the dark night, Cheng Sanwu's muscular, burly upper body is shocking in the eyes of ordinary women, but Afu doesn't care, a pair of green eyes seem to want to see through the truth hidden under the skin inner.

"The night you went to worship the fire temple, you sent out a punch to force the false leader back. Why didn't you show it before?" Afu asked.

Cheng Sanwu paused, looked down at the water basin in front of him, and a blurry face appeared. After a moment of silence, he replied: "It's not surprising that martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds at the moment of life and death."

"If you can break through casually, then there are probably too many masters in this world." Afu obviously didn't believe it: "The Daoist sect uses the handle of the Big Dipper as the handle, and the handle points to the four directions. In the practice of Taoism, the hook Recruiting the qi of the sky can transfer the five elements and transport a hundred qi. It is fierce and upright, and it is the most capable of destroying evil and demons. The name of qi is used in martial arts in the world. Not only can it kill or injure human life, but it can also break laws and control techniques.”

Cheng Sanwu threw the cloth towel away, changed into his clothes, and said casually: "You know a lot, you are worthy of being a big shot in the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"I'm not a big shot." Afu said with a smile: "Do you know how many people have cultivated Gang Qi in the whole Great Xia?"

"do not know."

"Only about 200 people." Afu said.

"Isn't that quite a lot?" Cheng Sanwu didn't care.

Afu shook her head slightly: "Practicing Gang Qi is just a step forward in martial arts, but when you actually fight against the enemy, not everyone will activate Gang Qi at will."

"Why?" Cheng Sanwu asked.

"Gang Qi is the inner strength condensed to the extreme, and it is emitted from the inside out, but no matter how you say it, once it is released, it will be wasted and wasted." Afu said: "Of course there are masters in this world who can use fists and palms He can strike four or five feet away with strength, but if he really has this ability, the power of close fists and palms will only be greater. With this strength to swing a weapon, Fantie can also be compared to a magic weapon.

"Not to mention other people, if Su Wangting can give up his mundane duties and devote himself to martial arts for more than ten years, he should be able to develop Gang Qi. But the Gang Qi he sends out may not be as fierce and powerful as his pair of iron palms. Shen."

Cheng Sanwu frowned: "According to you, isn't this stellar qi practiced for nothing?"

"Warriors who have reached this level mostly use stellar energy to protect their bodies. Especially on the battlefield, stellar energy can prevent arrows and hidden arrows, and they have no scruples in charging. Don't you even understand this?" Afu asked: "Your martial arts Compared with your realm, the moves are completely incompatible. As for the spear technique just now, it is not as good as Qi Zhiyi, but your strength is surprisingly strong, and your internal energy is endless. Counting means being better than others.”

"I'm born with supernatural power, can't I?" Cheng Sanwu was a little impatient.

"Yes, of course." Afu said: "However, as far as I know, martial arts practitioners who practice martial arts are all the result of their own martial arts. Combining one move and one style to carry out walking, sitting and lying down. So far in martial arts, the body and mind are already very comparable to others, and all sects and sects have the method of transporting qi, which can display all kinds of extraordinary abilities."

"I don't understand these things, you can tell me." Cheng Sanwu said.

There was no expression of joy or anger on Afu's face. She jumped lightly, landed on the ground, picked up the big gun by the wall, held the end of the gun with one hand, and lifted it up horizontally without any effort.

"Needless to say fist and palm strength, sword qi and sword radiance, they are all vulgar and vulgar tricks, and they have never touched the profound and wonderful functions of gang qi." Afu held the big gun and slowly stretched it towards Cheng Sanwu. Next to the water basin, the tip of the gun is submerged in the water for several inches.

I saw the clear water in the basin rippling slightly, and as Afu lifted the big gun, the clear water gathered into a ball and left the wooden basin like a ball.

Cheng Sanwu's eyes widened slightly, and he was really surprised when he saw this.

Afu raised his arm and waved his hand, the big spear swept across, and the ball of clear water at the tip of the spear suddenly flew out like a crescent moon, slashing on the wall, leaving a deep mark more than ten feet long.

"Bundle cloth into a stick, condense water into a soldier, the gas can make soft things hard and sharp, and the so-called turning things into steel is roughly the same." Afu said: "The disciples of Shuiyuezhai in Yuezhou in the south of the Yangtze River often use silk soft As a weapon, Master Miaoying, the contemporary Zhaizhu, once severely wounded an invulnerable iron-gnawing monster with a light cloak."

"With that ability, a sixty-pound hammer can kill the monster alive." Cheng Sanwu said.

Afu rolled her eyes: "Shuiyue Zhai is full of female cultivators who practice Buddhism with hair and study Buddhism intensively. How can you spoil the scenery like you?"

"And then? Do you have any other skills?" Cheng Sanwu asked again.

Afu sighed softly, then remained silent, her figure gradually became blurred, even if the moonlight was bright tonight, she couldn't see her figure, and Cheng Sanwu couldn't even feel her existence.

"This is the skill of concealing shadows and invisibility. The Gang Qi circulates in a subtle way, which can hide the figure." Afu's voice came from the empty place.

"What a hell." Cheng Sanwu really saw this kind of ability for the first time: "I heard that some Taoist priests can use invisibility, is it the same as this?"

"Are you talking about Liu Ren's Hidden Form Technique, or the Five Elements' Dunjia Invisibility Method?" Afu appeared and asked.

Cheng Sanwu didn't understand this, pouted: "Pretend I didn't say it."

"Spell is another matter. It is also invisibility, and its specific application may vary greatly." Afu said with some pride: "But as far as my ability to hide and hide is concerned, there are not many people in the world."

"It's better to say that people who understand this are either snitches or assassins. They don't show off everywhere, so others don't know about it." Cheng Sanwu sneered.

"People like you will go to hell with your tongue pulled out in the future, you know?" Afu said with a smile.

Cheng Sanwu pretended not to care: "Is that all? It doesn't look too clever."

Afu didn't bother to argue, looked around the courtyard, and saw a large tank storing clean water in the corner.She lifted the wooden cover, took off her boots and socks, and then turned over and jumped, with her jade feet standing lightly on the water, like a fairy Lingbo, outstanding and outstanding.

"Lingbo is not wet, walking on water, can you do it?" Afu stood on tiptoe, spinning and dancing, with her dress fluttering, making her figure even more slender.

"It turns out that this is floating on water." Cheng Sanwu quickly realized: "Because the inner strength cannot last for a long time, when walking on water with light kung fu, the stellar energy is only activated instantly when the foot lands."

Afu was slightly surprised, Cheng Sanwu was ignorant about other things, but his understanding of martial arts was extraordinary.

"That's roughly the case." Afu had no choice but to answer.

"Invulnerability, from soft to hard, invisibility, plus a water float... I understand." Cheng Sanwu stared at Afu who was standing on the water, frowned and said, "Hurry up, I still want to drink that tank of water." of."

"I shouldn't have taken off my shoes just now!" Afu was so angry that Cheng Sanwu laughed.

"After thinking about it, it's okay to be invulnerable to swords and guns. After I practice, I don't have to dodge swords all day long, just rush up and kill the enemy." Cheng Sanwu was full of reveries.

"How can there be such a good thing?" Afu sat by the tank, raised her foot to hook the buckskin boots and shook them: "When you meet an opponent who is also trained in Gang Qi, the Gang Qi flowing on his sword will still break through the shield." Body qi, hurt the root."

"Isn't this going back to how it was before?" Cheng Sanwu said, "It's better to punch out like I did before, directly knocking down half of the house."

Afu stared at Cheng Sanwu with a pair of green pupils: "Can you unleash the punches you had back then?"

Cheng Sanwu submerged his internal strength and put on a posture, but he stayed there for a while, and finally had to admit: "Forget it, let's just obediently swing the knife and chop people."

"So, you still can't unleash the Gang Qi as you want." Afu also felt weird when she said this. Cheng Sanwu's fist fist was so powerful that it was rare in the world. People with this level of martial arts, How could it be impossible to activate the Gang Qi at will?

Thinking of Cheng Sanwu's self-healing ability that is different from ordinary people again, Afu can be sure that Cheng Sanwu has an extraordinary secret.

"What are you looking at?" Cheng Sanwu felt uncomfortable being stared at by the other party.

Afu propped her chin and said with a smile: "I was thinking, what does your blood taste like?"

Cheng Sanwu got goosebumps all over his body: "Go, go! Cut blood from cattle and sheep and drink it yourself! I'm going to sleep, don't bother me."

(End of this chapter)