Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Chapter 121 The true biography of Taoism, riding the sword and riding the wind (please subscribe)
Ding, the system prompts that the analysis of the special classic "Zhou Yi Shen Tong Qi" has been completed. You have obtained the Taoist Taiqing Alchemy Technique, and your potential has increased.

Ding, the system prompts that the analysis of the special classic "Shangqing Hanxiang Sword Appraisal" has been completed. You have obtained the Taoist Shangqing Sword Forging Technique, and your potential has increased.

Ding, the system prompts that the analysis of the special classic "Zhu Palace Jade Calendar" is completed, you have obtained the Taoist Jade Qing Visualization Map, and your potential has increased.

Ding, the system prompts that due to your increased potential, the idle position will be +1. Please check the details yourself.

Skill Name: Taiqing Alchemy

Quality: Immortal

Hang up experience: 100 points/h
Special effects: The Book of Changes, alchemy and qi training are combined into one, resulting in the Taoist orthodox alchemy technique, which cultivates alchemy on the outside and refines the body on the inside.

If you practice successfully, your elixir will turn into nine turns, and you will become immortal and ascend.

Cultivation conditions: Internal strength cultivation reaches the realm of heaven and human beings
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Skill name: Sword-casting technique

Quality: Immortal

Hang up experience: 100 points/h
Special effects: Use the body as a Hong Furnace to practice inner alchemy, use the body as a sword to practice swordsmanship, and use the Hong Furnace to forge swords and refine weapons.

If you practice successfully, you can wield a sword and ride on the wind, killing enemies from thousands of miles away.

Training conditions: Perfect swordsmanship at the divine level
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Skill name: Yuqing Visualization Technique

Quality: Immortal

Hang up experience: 100 points/h
Special effects: Visualizing day and night has the magical effects of curing diseases and warding off evil spirits, preserving spirits and subduing qi, moving qi to bless spirits, removing three insects, chasing corpses, and eating the sun and moon Tai Chi essence.

Successful practice can enhance one's own potential, seek good luck and avoid bad luck, and achieve continuous good fortune.

Cultivation conditions: Before the practice is completed, you must maintain a pure Yang child body.

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"Feathered and ascended, wielding a sword and riding the wind???"

Lu Nianchou felt his scalp numb, "The alchemy and sword-making skills are too mysterious to be introduced. Is it possible that one day I will be able to become a flying immortal?"

"The last method of contemplation can improve one's potential. Even if one cannot obtain more special tomes, as time goes by, one can obtain more AFK slots."

"But why the hell do you want to remain a pure boy?"

Lu Nianchou asked the sky speechlessly. In the end, with tears in his eyes, he could only put the Yuqing Visualization Technique on the newly obtained hang-up position.

"To perfect the skills on the AFK system, it has nothing to do with the quality of the skills, but only with time. According to past experience, it basically takes about five or six years to perfect."

"I wonder if this immortal skill will be different?"

"Master Mochou, you have to wait for me!"

He had no choice but to turn his grief and anger into motivation and began to practice Quanzhenxin Dharma.

Now he has obtained six martial arts that can be combined into magical-level swordsmanship, leaving only the last innate skill.

Only by practicing the Quanzhen Mind Method to perfection as soon as possible can we obtain this magical skill.

As for the so-called alchemy and sword-making skills, they may really be true Taoist traditions, but it is unknown now. Lu Nianchou didn't put much thought into them.

When the prerequisites are met in the future, everything will naturally be known.

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Years are not remembered in the mountains. Spring passes and winter comes, and more than half a year has passed in the blink of an eye. It has already entered the twelfth lunar month, and there is heavy snowfall on Zhongnan Mountain. From a distance, it looks like snow.

For Lu Nianchou, this was an extremely quiet and leisurely period of practice. He practiced the Quanzhenxin Dharma every day, polished his internal strength, and penetrated the twelve main meridians.

Occasionally I chatted with Yang Guo and heard him talk about how hateful Zhao Zhijing was, how stupid Lu Qingdu was, and how his fellow disciples made things difficult for him...

When Guo Jing went up Zhongnan Mountain, he showed great power and displayed extremely outstanding martial arts, which made people amazed.

Such behavior also made many people dissatisfied. They did not dare to offend Guo Jing, so they vented their anger on Yang Guo, and usually did not have a good look towards him.

Yang Guo was used to being looked down upon by others and had a sensitive nature. Naturally, he could feel how everyone treated him, and he felt more and more indifferent to the Quanzhen Sect. He couldn't help but feel sad, angry and desolate.

Fortunately, Lu Nianchou could talk, which relieved some of his depression.

Although Lu Nianchou didn't teach him any more swordsmanship, the Thousand Miles Throat Seal move had been refined over time and he was so proficient that he was not far from Dachengdu.

Instead of practicing the entire set of sword techniques, he only practiced one of them. Coupled with Yang Guo's talent, the speed of practice was terrifyingly fast.

Da Cheng level swordsmanship, even with just one move, is far beyond the reach of the fourth generation Quanzhen disciples.

What's more, after completing the Quanzhen Swordsmanship, he has been able to show the terrifying power of top swordsmanship.

The more Yang Guo practiced, the more he realized the subtleties of it. He didn't know how many swords he thrust out every day, but he still never tired of it.

This day happens to be the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

The Quanzhen Sect has a sect rule that has been passed down since its founder Wang Chongyang. On the three days before New Year's Eve every year, the disciples compete in martial arts to test their progress during the year.

On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the disciples of the Quanzhen Seven Sons will be divided into seven divisions to compete in martial arts. This is also called a small competition.

The third and fourth generation disciples of Wang Chu's sect also gathered in one place.

Since Wang Chuyi was not on the mountain, the eldest disciple Zhao Zhijing presided over the small competition.

Starting with the fourth-generation disciples, they might perform fists and kicks, use swords and spears, use hidden weapons, or demonstrate internal skills, and then the third-generation disciples such as Zhao Zhijing would give comments to decide the first and second.

Yang Guo was the latest to join the ranks and was ranked last. He saw many young Taoist priests and lay boys around his own age who were skilled in martial arts and had their own specialties, but he did not feel envious at all.

He is now only one step away from being able to achieve great success in sealing his throat. Seeing the martial arts of these fourth-generation disciples, he just secretly thought that with the strength displayed by these people, they could not stop his sword at all.

At this moment, the two young Taoist priests had just competed in swordsmanship, and Zhao Zongxin suddenly shouted: "Yang Guo, come out!"

Yang Guo was slightly stunned. He didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd. He could only walk up to the seat, bowed and said: "Disciple Yang Guo, please see the master."

Zhao Zhijing pointed to the little Taoist priest who had just won the competition and said, "He is not much older than you. Just go and compete with him."

Yang Guo finally understood at this moment that his narrow-minded master wanted to humiliate him.

At the beginning, he didn't know why Zhao Zhijing taught him so many formulas, but later he understood the reason after learning a sword technique from Lu Nianchou.

Zhao Zhijing had a deceitful mind and deliberately taught his sect the mental techniques and formulas, but did not teach him any martial arts moves.

The other disciples didn't know what was going on. They would just think that they didn't work hard, but they wouldn't blame Zhao Zhijing.

To use such scheming tactics on a teenager, Zhao Jingyi's broadmindedness can be seen clearly.

Yang Guo learned about this evil trick from Lu Nianchou. He rolled his eyes and had an idea. He pretended to be surprised and shouted loudly: "Master, you have taught me the secret formula of my sect before, but you have never taught it to me." The moves of my fists, feet and weapons.”

"Now you want me to compete with other senior brothers. Do you want to teach me martial arts?"

"Thank you, Master, for your guidance!"

Zhao Zhijing didn't expect that Yang Guo actually knew the key, but when he took advantage of it, his face suddenly stiffened, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Seeing that the eyes of the other third generation disciples and fourth generation disciples were all focused here.

Zhao Zhijing then said angrily: "I have already passed down the martial arts to my sect. You are lazy, playful and unwilling to work hard, but you say that I won't teach you martial arts. Get out of here quickly."

Yang Guo knew that he could not expose his sword skills, otherwise it would cause huge trouble, but Zhao Zhijing had never taught other fist weapons.

If he goes on stage like this, wouldn't he be beaten in vain? "Yang Guo, weren't you very courageous when you first went up the mountain? Why are you so timid now?"

"I have an uncle who is a hero, and we can't compare to him."

"I think he knew that he was not strong enough and was scared out of his wits. He didn't dare to end the game at all!"

"Hahaha!"

Many Quanzhen disciples in the field sneered and even burst into laughter, which immediately made Yang Guo furious. He pressed the sword in his hand and said, "I'm not afraid of you."

After saying that, he entered the scene with his sword, but held the long sword with his left hand, made a fist with his right hand, and struck the enemy directly in the face.

Although he punched it with a clenched fist, he unknowingly used some of the subtleties of Wanli's throat-seal. The punch was fast and urgent, and he had already killed him in an instant.

You must know that martial arts competitions between masters are different from fighting in the arena. After the battle, they often have to salute each other and then humbly ask for advice.

The little Taoist priest was about to salute, but before he could react, Yang Guo punched him in the face.

"what……"

He roared in pain, his vision went dark, and his mind was buzzing. Especially where he was hit, it seemed that even the bones were cracked, and there was a heart-rending pain.

The bystanders only saw that Yang Guo punched quickly and urgently as soon as he came on the stage.

The little Taoist priest on the opposite side had no time to parry, and his nose was bleeding profusely, and his face was covered in blood. He fell to the ground, wailing in pain, and bowing and shaking.

Zhao Zongxin's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this scene. He only felt that Yang Guo's punch was somewhat familiar, and it made people feel specious.

But that kind of speed and power is definitely not something that people who don't understand martial arts can use.

"Could it be that Guo Jing once taught him some martial arts?"

Thinking of this, he actually felt a bit jealous and resentful, and then he scolded him sternly: "You are a fellow in the same discipline, but you make a sneak attack? Is this how I taught you?"

"Qingdu, come on, teach this little beast a lesson and let him know the rules of the school."

"Yes, Master!" As soon as Zhao Zhijing finished speaking, a tall and fat man emerged from the crowd.

He was wearing a Taoist robe, with a ferocious smile on his face, and his body was very fast. He rushed directly into the field, struck out with his right palm, and raised his hand to hit the tiger's door.

This martial art is the superior palm technique of the Quanzhen Sect. When struck, it is like an evil tiger hunting prey. It is ferocious and domineering. When practiced to the extreme, it can directly tear the enemy apart with both hands.

Among all the martial arts taught by Quanzhen, this palm technique can be regarded as ruthless.

The essence of this palm technique is to use the heart of subduing the tiger to gain the power of the tiger.

But the younger Quanzhen disciples could only see its form, but not its spirit, which made this martial art even more vicious.

Yang Guo was startled, but in the blink of an eye he saw that it was Lu Qingdu, his enemy who would scold him every now and then for causing trouble, and for a moment he had evil thoughts.

"Hmph, just come, I'm not afraid of you!"

He snorted coldly and didn't care much at this time. He just used his right arm as a long sword, sealed his throat with a thousand-mile move, and then moved out.

"I have never used a sword, so no one should know that I use sword skills, right?!"

boom!
Accompanied by a muffled sound, Lu Qingdu's palm stung, and even his bones seemed to be cracked. He subconsciously shouted in pain and took three steps back.

Yang Guo had already mastered Ouyang Feng's Toad Kung Fu. He had practiced hard over the years and laid a solid foundation. He was by no means inferior to, or even better than, the other four generations of disciples.

At this time, he had practiced Wanli Fenghou to the point where he was close to great success, and he was even as good as the best among the three generations of disciples. How could he be compared to Lu Qingdu.

Although the sword is replaced by a hand and its power is somewhat inferior, it still causes the enemy to suffer a big loss.

"Yang Guo, what kind of martial arts are you performing?" Lu Qingdu was shocked and angry, and asked in disbelief: "We are competing in martial arts, so naturally we have to use the martial arts taught by Quanzhen."

"If Guo Jing taught you martial arts, you would be victorious without using force."

Seeing his angry look, Yang Guo felt a strong breath of anger coming out of his heart, and mocked, "You don't know my Quanzhen martial arts, yet you dare to speak so brazenly here."

"If you really use the martial arts taught by my Uncle Guo, I'm afraid I'll beat you to death with one palm."

However, Zhao Gongli's expression on the side changed slightly and he murmured: "Is this the Wanli Throat Seal in Quanzhen Sword Technique?"

"Who dared to ignore the rules of the sect and go beyond the ranks to teach this little beast the Quanzhen Sword Technique?"

He was puzzled and a little unsure, worried that he had mistaken Taohua Island's martial arts for Quanzhen swordsmanship.

So he shouted loudly: "Qingdu, use all your strength, don't hold back."

When Lu Qingdu heard Zhao Zhijing's instructions, he did not dare to neglect. He set his heart and said with a ferocious expression: "Yang Guo, you can't blame me for this. Today I will let you know how powerful I am."

After saying that, he unsheathed his sword directly and spread out the sword all the way through the door. The sword light was fast and the moves were fierce, stabbing towards the vital parts of Yang Guo's body.

Yang Guo had only learned the Wanli Fenghou style, but had never learned the Qinggong movement, so he became a little panicked.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
Lu Qingdu struck out three times in a row, forcing Yang Guo to retreat step by step, and was about to retreat to the sidelines.

"Yang Guo, don't you have a very loud tone?"

"If you have the ability, just use the martial arts taught by Guo Jing. The martial arts taught by Quanzhen may not be afraid of Taohua Island."

"Hahaha!"

As he spoke, he did not stop moving his hand. He stabbed out with his sword, leaving a bloody wound on Yang Guo's arm.

Competing with fellow students, Lu Qingdu was originally one of the best, but in this life, Lu Qingdu was as if he was facing an enemy, his moves were ruthless, every sword wanted to draw blood, and he was extremely cruel and vicious.

Yang Guo's left arm was injured, so he gritted his teeth and endured it. He knew in his heart that he could never draw the sword, otherwise if it was revealed that he knew the true swordsmanship, things would be terrible.

"Once others find out that it was Senior Brother Lu who taught me the swordsmanship, they will definitely be harmed."

"Senior Brother Lu is the only person who treats me well on this mountain. I will never betray him."

Yang Guo thought to himself, and kept retreating and giving in. Even though Lu Qingdu made several wounds on his body, he never drew his sword out of its sheath.

At the end, Yang Guo lost too much blood and his face felt heavy. As soon as his body slowed down, the enemy seized the opportunity and kicked him.

With a splash, he flew backwards one foot and fell to the ground, his nose bleeding profusely, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Lu Qingdu stepped forward with a grin, kicked Yang Guo a few times, then grabbed his collar and lifted his thin body up.

"Yang Guo, aren't you very loud? You still want to hit me to death with one slap?"

"come!"

"Don't think I don't know. Guo Jing is not your biological uncle at all. You are just a bastard without a father or a mother. Do you want to dominate others?"

While he was talking, he slapped him with a few more big slaps, causing both sides of his cheeks to suddenly swell up, turning green and purple, and his original appearance could hardly be seen clearly.

However, compared to Lian Shang's injuries, the anger in Yang Guo's heart became more intense, and he roared desperately: "I am not a bastard, you are not allowed to say that about me."

Lu Qingdu sneered: "If you, a fool like you who have no father and no mother, are not a bastard, what are you?"

"Is it the bastard of your mother and a wild dog?"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Guo's eyes suddenly turned red, and he roared hysterically: "You are looking for death!"

Keng!
A flash of sword light tore through the sky, like lightning and thunderbolts, and like meteors falling from the sky.

A look of disbelief flashed in Zhao Zhijing's eyes, "Is it really Wanli's throat seal?"

"Yang Guo, stop it!"

(End of this chapter)