My village can't be like this

Chapter 311 "Inside" of Neijiaquan

Wang Fang knew that Zhang An was going to send daily necessities to Zhang and his party on the mountain.

So I picked some cabbage, picked up a kitchen knife and cut off the old leaves on the outside, leaving only the fresh and tender parts.

Zhang Yixing had just moved there, but nothing had been planted in the Taoist temple, and nothing had had time to be cultivated. It could be said that all kinds of businesses were waiting to flourish.

There has been heavy snowfall in the past few days, and he has not been seen coming down, so Zhang An planned to send some over.

Since he didn't raise chickens or ducks there, the old leaves were useless, so Wang Fang cut them off and fed them to the chickens.

Then Zhang An brought two more pieces of pork together, which was almost enough.

There is no need for potatoes, because Zhang An carried two sacks over there before.

A sack weighed about a hundred kilograms, enough for Zhang Yixing to eat for a long time.

As for the fish, Zhang An didn't plan to bring them with him. He would just get two big fish from the space later when he was on the road.

The fish at home are almost all frozen, and the ones left over from feeding the crane are too small to handle.

If Zhang An brings live fish from space, Zhang and his party can keep them until they finish eating.

Of course, there is also the wine brought back from Mr. Huang, and Zhang An also filled a pot.

After drinking it yesterday, he felt unusual and happened to bring some over for Zhang and his party to try.

"Okay, Mom, I'll go over there first. I don't know when I'll be back in the evening. You don't have to wait for me to eat."

Zhang An told his family and went out with a backpack on his back.

Su Ying wanted to go, but in this weather, she would just sit there, so she might as well stay at home.

"Where are Anzi going to visit relatives? I'm carrying him with me on my back."

As soon as Zhang An went out, he met Mr. Huang on the road.

"Second Master, I'm going to Zhulintou and bringing some vegetables to my godfather."

"Then wait a minute. I just want to bring something to Daozhang Zhang. You can send it over by the way."

As soon as Mr. Huang heard that Zhang An was going to the bamboo forest, he stopped Zhang An.

When he was young, he was not in good health and often asked Zhang Yixing for help with treatment.

Therefore, Mr. Huang has always respected Zhang and his party and would come to thank them every year.

Even though Zhang Yixing was away a few years ago, Mr. Huang has no intention of forgetting now that he is back.

After all, going to the hospital at that time cost a lot of money, and whether the treatment was good or not was another question.

Zhang and his party never received any money for treating them.

All they received was to ask them to help dig out some medicinal materials.

For Mr. Huang, it is nothing to wander around in the mountains and dig up some medicinal materials, and they are not worth much money if sold.

After a while, he came back from home, carrying two smoked pheasants and hares.

It looked like it had just been taken off the meat shelf, probably the batch caught in late autumn.

The smoking is just finished now, and it will be ready for the Chinese New Year.

"Hold it to me. The outside is full of oil. It won't be easy to wash if it gets stained by the cabbage in the basket."

When Huang Erye heard what Zhang An said, he didn't put it in the basket and just carried it to Zhang An.

After all, Zhang An was too tall, and he couldn't even fit in the basket he was carrying.

"I originally wanted to send him there, but the snow is too deep, so I thought I'd go there in a few days. If you happen to be there, I'll take him there by the way."

Mr. Huang is getting old now, and he cannot accept his old age.

If I had been younger, such weather would still be a problem at the foot of the mountain.

"It's good that I didn't go. The section up the mountain was so slippery that my godfather didn't even come down. It's probably because the road conditions were bad."

After chatting with Mr. Huang for a few words, Zhang An turned to the bluestone path.

On the thick snow, footprints of people and dogs soon appeared.

Sure enough, when we reached the top of the mountain, it was already frozen into solid ice.

There was originally a creek here, but because of the slope, water would still soak into the road even if the ditch was drained.

So it snowed so heavily, and the water didn't flow much, so it froze into an ice cap.

It was very difficult to go up like this, but it couldn't stop Zhang An.

Because Zhang An had no martial ethics and brought a hoe, he dug up the thick ice cap in a few clicks.

When your feet step in, water can be squeezed out of the soil.

So if it snows later, it will continue to freeze into ice sheets and seal the roads.

We walked through the bamboo forest all the way to the Taoist temple gate. Although the mountain was blocked by heavy snow, the gate was still wide open.

Zhang An walked to the door and found a dog's head emerging from the door.

He and Er Qing have the same father and mother, and are brothers from the same birth. Zhang Yixing named it Heizi.

Seeing Zhang An, Xiao Heizi ran out and circled around Zhang An and Xiao Hu.

However, Xiaohu was too aloof and ignored his nephew at all.

But this did not affect Xiao Heizi's performance of jumping up and down in front of this uncle.

Entering the door and walking to the side hall, Zhang An saw Zhang and his party reading a book.

"Hey, the snow is so heavy, why did you come up here?"

Seeing Zhang Anla coming, Zhang and his party put the book in their hands on the small table next to them.

Nowadays, almost all the tables, chairs and cabinets in the Taoist temple were made by Zhang An, which can be regarded as tailor-made.

"It's been snowing for a long time, and I haven't seen you coming down the mountain, so now that the snow has lightened up, I'll come up and take a look, and I'll also bring you some fresh vegetables."

After entering the house, Zhang An looked for a place to put down the basket on his back.

He was relatively familiar with this Taoist temple. He didn't need to greet Zhang Yixin, and he felt like he was back home when he came here.

"Why are you sending so much? I can't eat much by myself. There is still more from last time."

Zhang An also knew that there were still three or five cabbages left in the place where the vegetables had been placed.

"Those have been there for half a month and are not fresh at all. I will carry them back to feed the chickens. These fresh ones taste better."

Although cabbage in winter will not go bad, if it is stored for a long time, the moisture inside will be lost.

At that time, the dry cabbage will not taste good.

It doesn't matter if it's a time of food shortage, but in normal times, it's still fresh and delicious.

"This pheasant and rabbit were smoked by Mr. Huang. He asked me to bring them over."

Zhang An took the cured goods and pork in his hand and found a place to hang them up.

Maybe it was because Mr. Huang often brought things, and Zhang and his party were used to it, leaving Zhang An alone in the kitchen.

After all, Mr. Huang caught it himself and didn't spend any money to buy it, otherwise he wouldn't have accepted it.

"It snowed so much, but the fish pond was not frozen, so why did we catch fish?"

Looking at the two mandarin fish jumping alive in Zhang An's hands, Zhang and his party knew that they had just been caught.

"A couple of big guys came to our house and couldn't afford to offend them, so we broke through the ice and caught some for them to eat."

Zhang An told Zhang and his party about the black-necked crane, but he caught the fish from space on his way here.

"This fish is still very much alive. I'll find a basin to keep it until it grows up. I can kill it when I want to eat it."

Both fishes are not small. If Zhang and his party were to kill them all today, they would definitely not be able to finish them all by themselves.Zhang An didn't take any other fish because Zhang and his party didn't like to eat fish with bones, so there were only black fish and mandarin fish left in the space.

But Taoism stipulates that black fish cannot be eaten, so Zhang An didn't take it.

Moreover, snakeheaded fish is more difficult to handle. If it is not cooked well, the fishy smell will be too bad.

After placing the things, Zhang An washed his hands and went to the main hall.

He respectfully offered three sticks of incense to the Patriarch of Sanqing.

Wherever you go, you must respect the rules. This is a Taoist temple, and you must worship the host when you enter.

Zhang An would personally offer incense every time he came, and he bought all the incense used in the Taoist temple.

He now has a sense of awe for these mysterious things.

After Zhang An returned to the side room, Zhang and his party boiled water and made tea.

This tea was also brought from Zhang An. The last time Zhang and his party moved here, Zhang An directly gave him two kilograms of space tea.

This made Chen Ze and Ding Yi look envious. They packed two kilograms of tea into a big bag.

But it's useless to be envious. This is my father and my adopted father. How can they compare.

"Daddy, I seem to be able to use the thirteen postures you taught me before."

He picked up the hot tea, blew on it, took a sip and said.

"Oh? So fast?"

Zhang and his party looked at Zhang An in disbelief, feeling a little surprised.

"I suddenly discovered it a few days ago. I didn't pay attention that day and broke the old pile in the yard."

"You come with me."

Hearing this, Zhang and his party took Zhang An through the back door and came to an open space like a small courtyard.

"You face it now, try to show your strength and let me take a look."

Zhang Yixing pointed to the piles on the edge and said.

These piles look like new wood, they must have been planted not long ago.

It is estimated that Zhang Yixing planted it himself and used it for daily practice.

Zhang An nodded when he heard this, then walked to the pile, took a deep breath and started to get lucky.

The starting hand began to change its position and the ball was held. Zhang An had already wrapped his hands around the wooden stake as thick as the mouth of the bowl.

The next moment, Zhang An couldn't help but drink.

Pushing with both hands and exploring the situation with the other hand, when it came into contact with the wooden stake, it was shot into several sections at once.

Maybe this pile was new wood and hadn't dried out yet, so it wasn't photographed as scattered firewood by Zhang An.

The stake was broken, Zhang An did not continue, he exhaled and stopped.

"Is this the greatest strength?"

Zhang Yixing pondered for a long time before asking.

"It's not here yet. I have a lot of control. If I send it with all my strength, I can break it no matter how rough it is."

In fact, Zhang An was being humble, he only used half of his strength just now.

"You kid is a freak. I forced you to practice for so long when you were young and never got started. Now it only takes a few months to reach this point."

Zhang Yixing shook his head and couldn't figure out why.

Zhang An had been practicing under his nose for several years when he was a child, but he only looked decent.

"Godfather, is this a sign of entry?"

"It can't be said that. In fact, a long time ago, after the ancestors of our sect simplified traditional Tai Chi into the current thirteen postures, there was actually a method of practicing martial arts."

Seeing that Zhang An was a little confused, Zhang Yixing slowly explained the reason to him.

"At that time, using the method of luck, it was easy to master how to generate energy. This was called dark energy."

"At that time, being able to stimulate dark energy was considered the entry point, and the real pursuit was the sense of energy."

"Because ours is an internal boxing, the most important thing is the 'inside', which is the qi you just mentioned, which is the internal qi."

"As the saying goes, if you practice martial arts without practicing Qi, your efforts will be in vain. This is Qi."

Afraid that Zhang An wouldn't understand, Zhang Yixing spoke in great detail.

"But later, with the continuous changes in history, the method of practicing martial arts was gradually lost, and only these thirteen moves were still handed down."

"So, now there is no saying that you can't get started. Whether it's dark energy or Qi, whatever you can understand is good. It's better than nothing."

"And the breathing luck methods I told you were passed down by the ancestors based on their own experiences."

"Then the ancestor and master also integrated their lifetime experience and the summaries of several generations before finally handing it over to me."

As Zhang Yixing spoke, he walked to a pile that was half too small.

"With the summaries of generations of teachers, I have been practicing for decades, and it was not until I was in my 40s that I finally understood the essence of An Jin."

Then Zhang Yixing started to get lucky, his legs slightly bent, just like Zhang An just did.

He started his hand, changed his momentum, exerted his strength, and the next moment, the small stake was broken.

"But I can only go so far. This is the maximum strength I can exert."

Zhang An could also clearly see that Zhang and his party were struggling. After finishing the exercise, he took a deep breath.

"I didn't expect you kid. I didn't see it when I was a kid. Now it doesn't take me much time to realize it."

To put it bluntly, the most fundamental essence of this move lies in the dark strength of the beard and hair.

A long time ago, there was a method of practicing kung fu. As long as you practice kung fu seriously, you can practice it to the point of exerting energy.

But later on, the method of practicing martial arts was lost. Whether you can get to the essence really depends on luck.

"Tell me, what did you think of when you were able to exert your energy that day?"

Zhang and his party were a little curious as to how Zhang An did it.

"That morning I got up to practice as usual. After doing the moves twice, I felt a little strange."

"As for what it felt like and how it came about, I can't tell you, but when I went through the moves again, I found that I could already activate the dark energy."

"But I'm not very familiar with it. Sometimes I can master it, sometimes I can't. Later, after practicing a few more times, I became more proficient."

Zhang An thought back to that morning, and then told the whole process.

But he really couldn't tell what Zhang Yixing really asked.

"That's all. This may be the epiphany our ancestors talked about. Continue to persevere in the future and don't let down or be arrogant."

The most taboo thing for martial arts practitioners is arrogance and complacency.

Zhang An is far ahead of him now, so he can only give some advice based on experience.

The original purpose of asking Zhang An was to continue to improve the experience left by previous generations.

But the result was like this, so I had to continue to understand it later.

"One more thing, after that day, I seemed to be able to feel a ball of "qi" in my body."

Zhang An remembered the hot "qi" in his body. He never understood where it came from, so he asked.

"It can follow me around when I'm lucky, and when I'm lucky, it becomes easier."

(End of this chapter)