The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 36
On the third day of September, autumn is strong and the maple leaves are turning red.

Song Xing, who had disappeared for three months, had already arrived in the capital when he reappeared.

He was dressed in a black narrow-sleeved dress, with short black hair that was a little messy, his facial features were like sculptures, with a faint jade color, and a pair of overly cold eyes made him look like a stranger.

The Longevity Sword on the back was wrapped in cloth, only the hilt was exposed.

He came here to find someone.

But the person he was looking for didn't know his face or address, so there was nowhere to find him.

Fortunately, he was not in a hurry. Seeing a shop selling breakfast in the cold wind, he simply went in and ordered a table full of food.

Shredded ginger skewers, coke rings, soybean juice, pan-seared pancakes, fried liver, door-nailed meat pies, this small-looking shop has a wide variety of food, and there is an endless stream of diners coming and going.

Song Xing put the Longevity Sword on the corner of the table, picked up the chopsticks and ate it in big mouthfuls. The taste was surprisingly good.

Maybe it was because Song Xing's temperament was too cold, or maybe his eating was a bit shocking, but no one came to share the table at Nuo Da's dinner table.

A table full of food was quickly wiped out by Song Xing. Under the dull gaze of the boss, Song Xing handed him a piece of broken silver and ordered another table.

Song Xing, who has successfully exchanged blood, consumes an astonishing amount of energy in his body every day. It is definitely not an exaggeration to say that he eats a cow every day.

After the blood exchange, Dan Jin runs through the whole body, and the power of Yuan Qi will be born in the body, which will be integrated into the 'Golden Pill'.

Yuan Qi is a kind of energy mentioned in Taoist classics.

The spiritual light is hidden in the fetus, the innate essence is transformed into the yin and mercury of Li, and the innate essence is transformed into the yang and lead of Kan, which is called Yuanqi.

Qi is the innate vitality, which is considered separately from acquired qi, and the innate energy is the source of life.

It is often said in Taoist classics that "when qi gathers, life comes, and when qi disperses, death" refers to this innate energy.

"Qi" in Taoist culture is a kind of metaphysical energy, the innate qi that exists in the universe. It is big but has no outside, small but has no inside, has no beginning and no end, colorless and odorless, but it is the birth and death of all things. Primitive power is the source of Tao.

But in martial arts, to reach the state of exchanging blood, you can indeed touch the essence of Qi, that is, the innate power of origin.

When everyone is still a fetus, there is a faint trace of innate energy in the body, and this trace of power will disappear between the heaven and the earth when the fetus falls to the ground, and the innate energy will turn into acquired energy.

After the warrior's Nirvana and exchange of blood, he can transform the acquired qi in the body into innate qi by carrying the elixir energy, store it in the 'golden elixir', and blend it into the blood, so that it can explode with greater power in battle.

Acquired qi is transformed from the energy of water and grain, which can be absorbed from diet and strengthened by practicing martial arts and other methods.

Therefore, even if a warrior carrying a blood mirror eats a lot every day, the powerful digestion ability of the internal organs is enough to absorb this energy.

When the food came to the second table, Song Xing ate a lot more gracefully. At the same time, his energy was running, and the internal organs were rubbing against each other, quickly converting the food he had eaten into energy.

The deep-fried golden-colored pork chops are similar to the honey twist of human ears, sprinkled with golden-colored sugar juice, fragrant and tangy, and when you put one in your mouth, the texture is crispy, sweet and delicious.

It looks like a bag, the chives and pork stuffing are roasted on fire, the skin is thin and the stuffing is big, it is cooked and eaten now, and then poured with balsamic vinegar, the outside is burnt and the inside is tender, and the mouth is full of fragrance.

Smell the smell of burning fire in the nose, the greeting from the boss coming to the ears, the clinking of pots and pans in the back kitchen, Song Xing's cold eyes finally regained a trace of warmth, savoring this ordinary life with heart. time.

There was the sound of selling bean curds outside the door. In the streets of the capital in the morning, there would always be people walking through the streets, bringing home-made tofu nao and bean curds to sell along the street.

Maybe it was tired of drinking soy milk, some diners in the restaurant stopped the old man outside, and bought a few bowls of steaming salty tofu nao.

When the old man passed by Song Xing, Song Xing also stopped him, handed over copper coins, and bought a big bowl of tofu nao.

The tofu nao is quite authentic. On the white tofu in the big sea bowl, sprinkle with minced meat, celery, mustard mustard, day lily, fungus, sesame paste, chili oil, coriander, soy sauce, vinegar, garlic, and chopped green onion. It is a kind of ingredient, and the other diners are full of praise.

Song Xing frowned slightly, the chopsticks in his right hand moved slightly, the shadow of the chopsticks flashed, and all the coriander in the bowl was picked out and thrown on the table.

Holding the sea bowl with his left hand, taking advantage of the heat, he drank the tofu nao in his hand in a few mouthfuls.

With trembling hands, the old man fumbled for a few copper coins by the table, but when Kankan touched the table, he was held down by a pair of chopsticks.

Lifting some cloudy eyes to look, the hand holding the chopsticks came from Song Xing.

"Tofu nao tastes good."

Song Xing put down the sea bowl, looked at the old man who seemed to be a little scared, and his body was a little crooked, and said something with a smile.

"As long as the guests like it." The old man looked at Song Xing dressed as a quack, with a look of fear flashing in his eyes.

Song Xing looked at the old man with a smile and said, "Since I entered the city gate, you have been with me for three hours, apart from some scattered silver, the only valuable thing on my body is this sword, do you want to see this sword? "

The old man looked at Song Xing with his cloudy eyes, and his mouth was speechless, as if he didn't know how to reply.

In the next second, the chopsticks in Song Xing's hand had already appeared in front of the old man's throat, about to penetrate his throat like lightning.

The old man, who was trembling even when he was walking, suddenly yelled strangely, jumped up, and flipped three or four somersaults in the air, miraculously dodging the chopsticks that Song Xing stabbed out.

With a snatching sound, the chopsticks flew across the air and plunged straight into a wooden post in front of the restaurant door.

The bamboo chopsticks are directly pierced through the wooden stake and inserted deeply into it.

The old man, who was still in the air, caught sight of this scene from the corner of his eye, and his heart skipped a beat. The body that had been falling was miraculously lifted up again, and he turned two more somersaults, and he was outside the restaurant in an instant.

The moment he landed, his originally hunched body straightened up, his eyes gleamed brightly, and there was no turbidity and oldness before.

Looking up at Song Xing's position, his face froze, only because Song Xing's faint voice came from behind: "It's so light work, it's no loss that you are the king of stealing kings."

Song Xing, who should still be at the table, appeared behind him like a ghost, blocking his way.

"Why can't it be Chu Liuxiang, the commander-in-chief of the bandit?"

Under the old face, came the young man's voice, a little shrill, a little hoarse, and a little harsh to the ears.

Song Xing looked at the person who turned around, and said: "Excellent lightness kung fu, a thief who is proficient in disguise, who else can there be in the Jianghu except you, Sikong Zhaixing."

The old man, that is, Sikong Zhaixing, smiled when he heard the words, wiped his left hand across his face, and instantly changed into a young face, looked at Song Xing and said: "Good eyesight, I just look at your strange sword. , would like to borrow to play for two days."

Sikong Zhaixing, Chu Liuxiang, Li Xiao, Gongsun Miao, the four great thieves recognized in the Jianghu as the strongest in robbery and the best in lightness kung fu.

The stealing skills of the four people are all unparalleled in the world, and the four people have different personalities, each of them has their own habits and styles of shooting.

Sikong Zhaixing has been famous for four or five years. He is good at stealing and disguise. Stealing is just an art for fun.

However, he never steals vulgar things such as gold and silver, and even needs someone to pay him to do so.

And the things he likes are also strange and weird, some are precious and some are rare, it all depends on his mood.

This time, for some reason, Song Xing's Longevity Sword wrapped in cloth was targeted by the thief.

(End of this chapter)