Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Chapter 200 7 stars practice Zhen Qigong horizontally

Chapter 200 Seven Stars Practice True Qigong

The night was foggy.

After nightfall, the bustle of Changsha City during the day suddenly faded away, and there were few people on the streets and alleys.

However, places such as wine shops, opium dens, gambling stalls and brothels are still brightly lit.

Running down the long street.

From time to time, indulgent laughter can be heard coming from the building.

But no one cared.

Kunlun, Huamaguai and Zhang Yunqiao rode horses, while Old Uncle Jiu rode in a car. He was old and had drank a few more drinks out of joy at the reception banquet, and now he was too drunk.

Lean against the car window.

Holding a jade snuff bottle as thin as a cicada's wings.

"Come with me."

This time we meet.

Although Old Uncle Jiu drank too much, his mind was extremely clear.

"Chengnan archway..."

Huamaguai is not easy to talk about.

High-rise buildings disappeared and began to be replaced by clusters of low-rise residential buildings.

Huama stood up and was about to dismount, but was stopped by Uncle Jiu, "Let's go together. That old man has a very strange personality. You are a stranger, so you may not be able to enter the yard."

Kunlun and Huamaguai followed closely behind, while Zhang Yunqiao was carrying several specially prepared gifts.

Throughout the day, Euphorbia never leaves her body, even when eating, she has to keep it by her side to ensure that it never leaves her sight.

Uncle Jiu waved his sleeves and put away the snuff bottle.

"The third one, the last household."

Although I am amazed at his enlightenment and eloquence.

It is not appropriate to show such a murderous weapon to others.

Then he walked slowly towards the alley.

The most prosperous city in Changsha is the east, where the government office has been located since the previous dynasty. With businessmen traveling from north to south, wine shops and red buildings can be seen everywhere, followed by the west and north, and the south is the most desolate.

The driver was left standing guard outside, and a group of four people walked into the alley. The night was getting darker. Although there was no curfew, the poor people were reluctant to light the lights, so the dark alley seemed a bit cold.

"Old Uncle Jiu, which alley do you think it is?"

"Knock on the door."

Passed Thirteen Alley.

Just carefully help people get out of the car.

Everyone said this when I saw him.

Huamaguai let out a soft sigh, raised her head and looked forward.

So Kunlun specially wrapped it heavily with black cloth.

"Then I'll knock on the door first."

There is a lively atmosphere in the market.

It's not good to come empty-handed when visiting someone's home.

From time to time, you can hear the sounds of children chasing and playing in the night.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the window sill and hummed in a low voice like a flower drum opera.

Many inconveniences.

Kunlun on the other side had already dismounted, his face full of anticipation.

But his character is still as stubborn as ever.

Watching the scenery passing by outside the window.

After the archway, there are alleys.

"Okay, I'll listen to Uncle Jiu."

Seeing that he was carrying a big halberd behind him, Old Uncle Jiu hesitated to speak, but in the end he waved his hand and let him go.

He knew very well where Old Shen lived.

I don’t know how long it will take.

Amidst the shadows of the trees, a tall archway stands on the street. It looks like it has been there for some time, with mottled marks all over it, and the base is covered with moss.

Just traveling.

The originally smooth road was now a lot bumpier.

The opera that Old Uncle Jiu hummed had a bit more vibrato.

Walked through several courtyards.

Wait until you reach the end of the alley.

Old Uncle Jiu pursed his lips angrily towards a wooden door facing the south.

Huamaguai immediately stepped forward, grabbed the copper buckle and patted it a few times.

"Who?"

Soon, an old but cautious voice came from the courtyard.

"Brother Shen, it's me."

Old Uncle Jiu coughed.

Hearing the familiar voice, the people in the courtyard lowered their guard, as if they had let go, and then there was a sound of footsteps approaching from far away.

crunch--

The closed courtyard door slowly opened.

An old man who was not tall, had gray hair, wore a gray robe, and looked to be in his sixties walked out of it.

Although he has been secular for many years.

But he still maintains his image as a Taoist.

Her long hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and she was wearing a starched gray robe that was clearly in the style of a Taoist robe.

Although he is older, his temperament is thin and hale and hearty.

The moment he opened the door, his eyes swept across the people outside like a knife.

Kunlun, Zhang Yunqiao and Huamaguai are all martial arts practitioners.

Kunlun is okay.

But the last two people felt like they were being targeted by ferocious beasts in the mountains.

Fortunately, the sense of danger came and went faster. After scanning a few people, the old man's eyes fell on Old Uncle Ninth and said in a low voice.

"Shopkeeper Ninth, why are you here so late?"

"You old Shen, you can't just come to your door to ask for a drink of water, right?"

Old Uncle Jiu shook his head and smiled, making a joke that was neither serious nor serious.

However, he immediately straightened up his expression and said, "Of course, I will go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. I came here today to discuss a major matter with you, Mr. Shen."

Keenly capture the word big event.

Old Shen's eyes couldn't help but darken.

The Ninth Shopkeeper across from him is the big shopkeeper of Qianjinlou. He has a lot of money and has friends with either high-ranking officials or noble people. However, he has no wealth and only a small family.

The tile-covered land behind me.

It was given to me by an old friend back then.

He was able to get Shopkeeper Nine to visit him several times.

He only has the ability to stand on his own feet.

But this thought just flashed through my mind. Even if I came here to obtain the secret knowledge, I would do so willingly.

after all……

If it weren't for the Ninth Shopkeeper in front of him, his grandson would be gone.

His Shen family lineage has been cut off since then.

"Ninth Shopkeeper, and everyone, please."

Old Shen took a few steps back and invited the group into the hospital.

The yard is not big.

But it was spotlessly clean.

A small vegetable plot was specially opened to the east, where a few ridges of green vegetables were planted, enough for the grandfather and grandson to eat.

There is a willow tree growing in the middle, and there is an ancient well under the tree, which is simply surrounded by a circle.

It happens to be bounded by the ancient well.

The ground on the west side has obviously been leveled, and there are wooden piles, stone chairs and tables, which are probably used by Old Shen to practice martial arts.

He led several people all the way to the main room.

Sitting on the horse at the door was a little guy of six or seven years old.

He was slightly thinner, and his face looked a little sickly pale.

It seems that the body and bones are not in good condition.

"Huzi, it's time to go to bed."

When passing by him, Old Shen reached out and touched his head, saying with a gentle expression.

The little guy is a little shy.

He hid behind him and poked his head, looking at the person in surprise, nodding obediently, picking up the small wooden knife on the ground beside him, crossing the threshold and walking in.

"It seems to be recovering well."

Old Uncle Jiu looked at his back with a smile and said.

Some time ago, when he first visited the house, the little guy was so sick that he could hardly get out of bed. It is extremely rare to be like this now.

"Thanks to Shopkeeper Ninth for coming to the rescue."

Old Shen sighed and said with emotion.

In the past few months, he has finally come to understand the meaning of people's hearts.

Those who look kind and amiable are actually waiting for a joke behind their backs. On the contrary, it is shopkeeper Jiu, a businessman who often makes money with words and acts kindly.

So he figured it out too.

Rather than hiding it, it's better to give it away.

From now on, I will be in a coffin.

It doesn’t mean the inheritance has been broken.

"You're welcome."

Entered the house.

Old Shen lit an old oil lamp.

He couldn't wait until the fire was as big as a bean sprout, so he went to boil water to make tea, but was stopped by Old Uncle Jiu.

"Okay, stop working."

"We can't stay long."

Old Uncle Jiu waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down and take a rest. Then he went straight to the topic without mincing words.

"Old Shen, you should have guessed the purpose of our visit today."

Hear this.

Old Shen couldn't help but tremble slightly. After licking his lips a few times, he finally nodded silently.

"In this way, today I, Yuan Laojiu, decide how much money I need to exchange for it. Just ask."

Previously for medical treatment.

Old Shen's little savings have all been spent, and now he is truly impoverished. He will have grandchildren to support in the future, and he is too old to go out and work as an escort.

just.

Old Shen shook his head and said.

"No no no."

"Shopkeeper Ninth has already paid before, how can I ask for more money?"

"The rules of the world are that money and goods must be paid. Old Shen, please don't be stubborn with me about this matter."

Uncle Jiu was even more determined than him.

The Chen family has always valued integrity when doing business.

Not to the point of bullying widows and orphans.

Besides, he can still afford this amount of money.

Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat deadlocked, Huamaguai immediately smiled and smoothed things over.

Just a few words.

It brought the atmosphere back.

At the same time, the conversation changed.

"Senior Shen, I heard that you once became a monk in Qingcheng Mountain... I have a question, I don't know whether to ask it or not."

Old Shen is just stubborn, not stupid.

Of course he understood that Shopkeeper Ninth was doing this just to provide help in times of need, and he didn't want to see his grandfather and grandson end up living on the streets.

But there have been life-saving graces before.

How could he be so greedy?

Hearing Huamaguai's words, Old Shen calmed down and said, "Of course, as long as I know, I will tell you everything."

"Logically speaking, Qingcheng Mountain shouldn't be about cultivating Taoism. Why is Senior Shen so good at practicing kung fu?"

As soon as he said this.

Kunlun and Zhang Yunqiao on the side both raised their heads, they were equally curious about this.

Especially after seeing the shopkeeper and others break through the realm and enter Taoism.

This surprise is undoubtedly more serious.

It should be noted that Qingcheng Mountain is the holy land of the Quanzhen Longmen Sect, one of the five Taoist immortal mountains, and one of the ten largest caves.

In such a place of cultivation, the result is that he travels the world with martial arts.

It's incomprehensible to listen to.

Old Shen was still listening carefully, but when he heard the word "cultivation", he couldn't help but smile helplessly.

"Practice and enter Taoism is never that simple. There are indeed real people in the back mountains who can't escape the world, but most of the people who join Taoism are ordinary people like me. Their basic skills are too poor, so they can only follow the path of martial arts."

"and……"

Old Shen hesitated for a moment, and finally said softly.

"I was originally a disciple of Mount Emei, but the mountain gate was in decline, so I had no choice but to go to Mount Qingcheng to achieve enlightenment."

"Emei?"

Hear this.

Not only the three Kunlun people, but also Old Uncle Ninth were astonished.

Old Shen has gradually retired over the years, but more than ten years ago, no one who practiced martial arts in Changsha knew his name.

Practice kung fu all over the body, without leaking anything.

There were rumors in the world that he was a Taoist priest on Qingcheng Mountain, and Old Shen never denied it, so it was logical for him to think so.

did not expect.

There is also such a past event.

"May I ask, Senior Shen, what you have learned is the Qixing Heng Kung Fu?"

A few people were still amazed.

No one noticed that the eyes of Zhang Yunqiao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly became bright and his expression was full of excitement.

"You...know?"

Old Shen raised his eyebrows with surprise on his face.

Among a group of people.

Except for Yuan Laojiu, he looked at everyone carefully when he opened the door.

However, most of the attention is on Kunlun.

That body and bones are definitely a perfect candidate for horizontal training.

Unexpectedly, it was this humble young man who was the first to recognize his origin.

Hear the hidden meaning in his words.

Zhang Yunqiao was even more excited. He stood up and clasped his fists tightly.

"To be honest, senior, I have been studying under Mr. Guo since I was a child and have been practicing Pi Guaquan for many years. I only became a disciple of my master at the age of thirteen and practiced the Five Tigers Breaking Door Spear."

"Mr. Guo? But that person who people in the world call Guo Yanzi?"

Hear him describe his origins.

Old Shen's old eyes gradually lit up.

"Yes!"

Zhang Yunqiao nodded heavily.

"It turns out that we are old friends in the world, no wonder..."

Old Shen finally understood.

In the land of Cangzhou, the practice of martial arts has been very popular since ancient times. There are many sects and martial arts halls everywhere. There are countless martial arts masters like crucian carp crossing the river.

Just boxing.

There are more than fifty species.

Among them, the most famous ones are Chen Style Tai Chi, Mengcun Baji, Pigua and Xingyi Tongji, etc.

As for Pigua, there are two branches: Yanshan and Nanpi.

The master of Nanpi Piguaquan is Guo Changsheng, known as Guo Yanzi in the world.

This person has practiced Pi Guaquan to the level of perfection.

Although he was a monk in Mount Emei at that time, he had heard of Guo Yanzi's name, but he did not expect that the person in front of him was actually his disciple.

"Since you are a disciple of Grandmaster Guo, why don't you continue to practice Pigua instead..."

Old Shen was a little confused.

Although the words were not finished, the meaning was self-evident.

The Pi Gua Fist is hesitant to open and close, twist and turn, and is known as a thousand punches. It can't be finished in one move, and it follows the same domineering and fierce horizontal training path.

Why do we have to abandon the near and seek the far away now?

Come here to learn his Qixing Hengqigong?

Hearing this, Zhang Yunqiao suddenly looked ashamed. He was young and ignorant at the time, and thought that Pi Guaquan was just a few punches of hanging, blocking and moving, and was far less powerful and astonishing than the Five Tigers' Door-Breaking Spear.

So he decided to quit.

I can’t thank Mr. Guo for his cultivation.

Nowadays, the grass is falling in Changsheng Mountain.

How dare he mess around?
Seeing that his face was red and he was hesitant to speak, the old Shen Tou couldn't understand. He immediately waved his hand and said, "I wonder which of you wants to learn from my Qixing Heng Kung Fu in Mount Emei?"

Uncle Yuan Jiu is too old.

Qi and blood decline.

It’s past the time for martial arts training.

Of the three young men in front of me, Huama Guaogen is the worst, Zhang Yunqiao is the second best, and Kunlun is the best.

He actually had a decision in his mind.

But after all, this matter cannot be decided by oneself.

"Senior Shen, it's me."

Kunlun took a step forward, intertwined his fingers, and shouted in a deep voice.

Just stood there.

Nearly two meters tall, his majestic energy and blood condensed into a terrifying pressure that hit his face.

Even Old Shen couldn't help but praise it sincerely.

"What a seedling with a golden body and iron bones."

That day, the mountain gate was defeated, and all his brothers came down the mountain one after another. After so many years, he never met another one.

Originally, I wanted to pass on Heng Lian Kung Fu to my grandson.

But he was born with deficiencies.

The body and bones are extremely weak.

If the Qi and blood are forcibly stimulated, instead of strengthening the Qi and strengthening the bones, it will become a life-threatening poison.

Therefore, he gave up this idea early.

Now I see that I am getting older day by day.

He was also very anxious.

I'm afraid that one day my foot will dig into the ground and Qixing Heng's practice will end his inheritance.

When the time comes to go to Jiuquan, I won’t be able to see the ancestors of the sect and the old master.

There were three people in the group, and the one he liked most was Kunlun.

Now I got what I wanted.

The smile on his face could hardly stop.