Infinite, starting from Jinmen, the martial arts

Chapter 23 Entering the Palace (please read it!)
"The gods eat three sticks of incense and send you to hell."

A low groan called He Yongqi out of the vast whiteness.

The look of shock in his eyes continued as he looked at Chen Qingyang's current state, but his ability to generate electricity in the void just now was really astonishing.

Even the current Grand Master of Danjin in the White Lotus Sect cannot do this!

Somewhat similar to the theory of Yuanshen and Soul in Taoism...

Chen Qingyang stood up, having sat withered for too long. In an instant, the muscles and bones in his body crackled like firecrackers, like thunder in the room.

After exhaling a breath of turbid air, I felt refreshed and refreshed, but there was a growl in my stomach.

Looking at He Yongqi, Chen Qingyang laughed: "This assassination will be [-]% more certain!"

He Yongqi looked at Chen Qingyang's appearance and said helplessly: "You don't live long, but if you continue like this, I'm afraid you'll die before the assassination."

"No rush, no rush."

"Wait a moment while I cook and eat something. After sitting for a few days, I don't have enough energy."

As he said that, he grabbed a handful of medicinal materials from the medicine box, entered the kitchen, and tinkered with them for half an hour.

A large bowl of beef was brought to the table, along with a large bowl of white rice. He Yongqi was stunned when he saw it.

"Can you finish eating these guys?"

This is at least thirty kilograms of beef, plus this pile of rice. It can be eaten by one person, let alone a martial artist, but this kind of food is rare in ancient and modern times!
As the ancients said, you eat an ox every day!
He Yongqi didn't know how much bragging there was, but Chen Qingyang's appetite wasn't much different.

"Of course you can finish it, eat it!"

After saying that, he just started to eat. He hadn't eaten for several days. The qi and blood in his body were depleted and he was as thin as a stick. He had to replenish his energy as soon as possible.

Although the beef made from the medicinal diet has not been stewed to death, for him, as long as he can chew it, it is not a problem.

He Yongqi was holding a bowl of rice, and after eating a few chopsticks, he put it down. He watched Chen Qingyang gobble it up without chewing it at all. His stomach was wriggling incessantly, as he was forcing his energy to move. Digestion.

Forcibly replenishing energy is really scary.

In less than half an hour, this bowl of beef, mixed with soup, and a large bowl of white rice, was finished by Chen Qingyang alone.

A burp appeared, and he felt like he was about to vomit, which made He Yongqi disgusted and stayed away.

"You are really good. This is more than a pig can eat."

Taking a deep breath, Chen Qingyang put down the bowl and chopsticks. A wave of heat flowed through his body and limbs. His whole body was warm, and some hot sweat even broke out on his forehead.

This was a sign that Qi and blood were active. He stood up and took two casual steps without feeling any discomfort.

"Wait a moment. I'm going to do some activities. It's best to help get everything in the kitchen ready for later."

He Yongqi: "..."

Helplessly, when Chen Qingyang came to the yard, the snow had condensed into a thin layer of ice.

There was a crunching sound when he stepped on it, and after taking a deep breath, a chill went straight into his heart and lungs. Chen Qingyang slowly stood in the ice and snow.

When practicing martial arts, you must first practice pile skills, and pile skills will always be the foundation.

Standing skills are the basis for strengthening one's mind and energy. Therefore, let alone an apprentice who is new to the sect, even a master-level existence will still stand for a period of time every day.

In the snow, after standing still for half an hour, the original swelling and pain in the abdomen completely disappeared, and at the same time, the flow of qi and blood in the body also accelerated a lot.

After finishing his work and standing up, exhaling in one breath, Chen Qingyang practiced his boxing skills in the snow again.

The body shape sometimes resembles a leaping tiger, sometimes resembles a soaring dragon. It changes unpredictably. His hands turn into claws and fists, leaving a trail of afterimages in the snow. His strength breaks through the air and resounds throughout the courtyard.When Chen Qingyang stepped back and waited for sunset, the smell of food could already be heard in the kitchen.

I feel that the energy and blood in my body are surging, and even the shortness of breath in my lungs has disappeared a lot.

He was in extremely good condition at the moment. Although he was still sallow and thin, his energy and spirit had undergone a transformation.

With a chuckle, he strode into the kitchen. He Yongqi was cooking and it was almost ready.

"Hey, it seems that the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus Sect is not a non-human being."

On the small table next to it, there are three pots of vegetables, one with pork stewed with vermicelli, one with stir-fried beef, and one with mutton soup.

Don't tell me, this looks much better than Chen Qingyang himself.

He Yongqi put the spatula on the stove and looked at Chen Qingyang speechlessly: "There is so much nonsense. After dinner tonight, join me at the theater troupe."

"Tomorrow is the day to enter the palace. I hope you can seize the opportunity."

"Besides, have you thought of a way to hide the gun?"

Chen Qingyang smiled: "Of course there is a way, you don't have to worry about this."

With that said, he picked up the dishes and walked towards the house. After a while, the two of them were sitting on the kang eating.

He Yongqi did a lot at night, and everything went into Chen Qingyang's belly.

After clearing the table, Chen Qingyang said lightly: "You tell me where the troupe lives, and I will go there in the evening."

"It still takes some effort to refine some tranquilizing pills."

He Yongqi frowned: "Are you really obsessed?"

"The magic method is a legend. No one has succeeded in it for more than 200 years. Instead of putting your hopes on such unrealistic things, it is better to practice your spear well."

"I know what's going on. If you're okay, you can stay and help me. It only takes two hours at most."

Helpless, He Yongqi could only stay and help Chen Qingyang. According to the proportion of the medicinal materials, the two used stone mills to grind them into powder, then added honey, and then rolled them into thumb-sized pills, then baked them in a pot and sealed them with beeswax. .

After two hours, he refined sixty calming pills and threw one in casually. Chen Qingyang closed his eyes, his mind felt quiet, and a complete self appeared in his mind.

The hands, feet, head, body, and even the hair are all embodied.

This time, God's method of fighting is done!

Not only that, at the moment when his body was completely formed, Chen Qingyang's five senses at least doubled!
What is this concept?
Before, Chen Qingyang could feel the slightest movement within three feet, but now he could sense it even within six feet, and it was even more sensitive within three feet.

He didn't know what state Dan Jin's five senses were in, but Chen Qingyang felt that if he and Huo Yuanjia competed again at this moment, he might not be the loser.

If he uses the magic method again and changes his mental power, he may not be afraid to try it with Wang Wuye.

After everything was ready, the two of them rushed to the capital overnight.

Arriving at a post station outside the palace, he changed into his clothes and entered the opera troupe.

That night, the leader of the opera troupe was the now famous Yang Qingyuan. He was also invited by the great Peking Opera master, the old witch last year.

This person was trained by the White Lotus Sect.

In the early morning of the next day, Chen Qingyang put on the clothes of a handyman and entered the Forbidden City with the troupe...

　Please read it, everyone.
　　
　
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