Longevity in martial arts begins with the fusion of martial arts

Chapter 26 Shocking Change (Two in One)

[Name: Lu Yuan]

【Shouyuan:17/53】

[Martial arts: "Xiao Wuxiang Gong" (can be integrated), "Yuanyuan Fundamental Method", "Five Animals Play", "Bodhi Meditation Notes"]

The three health-preserving skills are the gains from this trip to Fucheng.

The last book "Commentary on Bodhi Meditation" was also successfully included in the panel.

Lu Yuan also roughly understood why only three of the six health-preserving skills were included.

These three schools, including the first one, "Inner Scenery Revealing Deep Thoughts", are all like weakened versions of internal training martial arts.

Especially this book, "Short Commentary on Bodhi Meditation", was originally a commentary on martial arts training in a book, and gradually evolved into a health-preserving skill.

These health-preserving skills have one thing in common.

The breathing method exercises the lungs and evolves the true energy. The seeds belong to gold;

The Yangyuan Fundamental Method exercises the kidneys and condenses the kidney water;

Bodhi Meditation focuses on training the mind and nourishing the fire of the heart;

Wuqinxi is not specialized, but it exercises all the five internal organs.

The few that were not included are all limited to the realm of self-cultivation. They are just living habits such as eating less and moving more, meditating, etc., which cannot be called martial arts.

From this point of view, the collection of health-preserving skills can be more targeted in the future.

There are many towns within Hengshan County, and there must be many health-preserving techniques. We will discuss them later.

The purpose of entering Fucheng this time has basically been achieved, and the three health-preserving skills can be practiced slowly back home.

After the integration and upgrade, he should be able to move one step closer to complete internal martial arts training, which will help him cultivate his true energy.

As for martial arts matters, we can only consider them in the long term.

Lu Yuan went to the dock to inquire about the shipping date.

I was told that there would be a boat to Montenegro City only tomorrow.

When he had nothing to do, he went to wander around the streets.

There is no custom of celebrating the New Year in this world, but at the turn of winter and spring, there is also the Spring Festival. On this day, families gather together, make paper kites, invite guests, and taste meat.

Its status is similar to the Chinese New Year in previous lives, and it is the most important festival of the year.

The Spring Festival is almost a month away, and the shops on both sides are starting to put out items needed for the Spring Festival for people to buy.

When Lu Yuan was officially given the travel notes, the reason he used was to purchase goods.

Although it was just a random excuse, I still had to buy something and write something back.

First, I went to buy a hairpin and two boxes of rouge for my little sister, and then bought two bottles of Fucheng Restaurant's special wine for Han Yu. Qi Changfeng and several senior brothers were also left behind.

After hesitating for a while, he brought a copy to Mrs. Yu next door and Que'er from the Yuelai Inn.

The next day, Lu Yuan got on the ship carrying large and small bags.

The return trip was uneventful.

There were still many boat passengers talking about the place where the two warriors fought when they came through.

Lu Yuan eavesdropped and found out that the warrior with the gun was the winner.

As expected of a new son-in-law, he is truly amazing.

I secretly praised it in my heart.

Today's sailing is slower than when we came here. It is already the depth of winter and it has been particularly cold these past two days. We need to control the speed to prevent the rivers from freezing, so as not to be caught off guard. This is the reason why we only set off near noon.

……

It was already late at night when we arrived at Black Mountain City.

I walked down the street and realized something was wrong.

Occasionally, cavalrymen galloped wildly.

Pedestrians on the road looked nervous.

You can even see soldiers patrolling.

"Old man, I just came back from Fucheng. Did something happen in this city?" Lu Yuan approached a stall and asked in a low voice.

The stall owner looked like he didn't want to cause trouble and remained silent.

Lu Yuan had no choice but to go back to the martial arts hall first. Major events in the city could not be hidden from the eyes and ears of the martial arts hall.

But when he arrived at the door, he found that the atmosphere of the martial arts hall was more solemn.

Many fellow apprentices looked sad, and three or five of them gathered together to whisper and sigh.

The hospital is filled with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

Lu Yuan was shocked!

What happened?

He stopped a disciple and asked, "I just returned to the city. What happened?"

"Senior Brother Lu." The disciple bowed quickly and replied hesitantly, "The city guard was defeated by the Black Wind Bandits."

"The brothers who are accompanying the army are either dead or injured."

"What did you say?" Lu Yuan looked shocked and in disbelief.

This time in the suppression of the bandits, they were superior in numbers, and their weapons and armor were even more crushing. Even their high-end combat power was several times that of their opponents.

How could you lose! ?

"How did you lose? What happened to our martial arts masters?" Lu Yuan asked.

"This... I don't know about this."

Lu Yuan abandoned him and went to look for Qi Changfeng.

When he arrived at the inner hall, Qi Changfeng was sitting cross-legged on the futon, with a coffin behind him.

Second senior brother Yue Wei and third senior brother Tong Xuan stood beside them with hands tied.

When Lu Yuan saw this scene, he already made a guess.

He couldn't help but slow down and said softly: "Teacher, senior brother."

Qi Changfeng did not answer, his eyes were closed and his face was expressionless.

Lu Yuan's sharp eyes accidentally noticed that Qi Changfeng's temples were stained with hoarfrost just a few days after he left.

Yue Wei was familiar with him and pulled him out: "Master is in grief, don't disturb him."

Lu Yuan was full of questions and asked seriously: "Senior Brother Yue, what happened?"

Yue Wei looked back.

"The Black Wind Thief's strength was unexpected, and they were defeated like a mountain."

"There may even be a mole. The layout of the military formation was clearly revealed, and nearly half of the people were left behind during the evacuation."

"Several Ming Jins were all killed."

"Eldest brother...sigh."

Yue Wei's words didn't need to be spoken, Lu Yuan had already understood them.

No wonder Qi Changfeng looks like this.

Senior brother Liu Feng is the heir to his mantle. He has mastered Ming Jin at the age of thirty, and even has the potential to develop Dark Jin. He is now the mainstay of Changfeng Martial Arts School, and the entire martial arts school will be handed over to him in the future.

Now he died in the hands of bandits! ?

"What about Senior Brother Han?" Lu Yuan asked quickly.

The disciple from the outer courtyard only said that he would die or be injured. He was taking chances with Han Yu. After all, he had a close relationship with Han Yu.

Yue Wei shook his head.

Lu Yuan sighed in his heart.

Since entering the martial arts gym, he has received a lot of help from Senior Brother Han. His personality is straightforward and natural, and the two of them have a good personal relationship.

I just didn't expect that we would be parted forever.

This life is really precarious.

My mood couldn't help but feel depressed.

"Brother, how did the bandit turn defeat into victory and kill so many of my people? Can you explain in more detail?" Lu Yuan asked.

It's not that he doesn't believe it, it's just that it's too unbelievable.

Whether it was the city guards or the private army of aristocratic families, they all had strong bows and crossbows, wore armor and carried guns. For the bandits, it should be a one-sided massacre.

Not to mention fighting against each other, how can the other side have so many masters?

unless……

Yue Wei shook his head: "I know you find it unbelievable. My reaction when I first heard it was the same as yours."

"The bandit was originally besieged for half a month and almost ran out of gas, but as soon as the bandit leader appeared, the situation was reversed!"

Yue Wei's tone was filled with surprise.

"The surviving junior brothers said that as soon as this person appeared, wherever he went, they felt that their energy and blood were completely suppressed, their bodies were exhausted and weak, and they became chickens and sheep to be slaughtered."

"But those thieves and bandits are completely unrepressed. They are like wolves among sheep in an instant, and it is difficult to resist them!"

"The Thirteen Taibao, with the strength of the three transformations of Qi and blood, fight Ming Jin alive!"

Lu Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.

Such a description does not look like martial arts methods at all!

Lu Yuan immediately remembered the sayings about blood sacrifice practice. Could this be true?

Are there any cultivators in this world?

Magical means?

No, it's impossible.

Lu Yuan immediately denied this speculation.

Martial arts are prosperous in this world, and there is no shortage of people who can move mountains and cut rivers.

If there were an immortal, it would be impossible for him to not reveal anything he had seen.

Lu Yuan subconsciously murmured: "What kind of method is this?"

Yue Wei shook his head: "I don't know either."

The two were still talking when they were interrupted by a voice.

"Lu Yuan!"

Qi Changfeng led Tong Xuan out with steady steps and a calm expression.

"Are you willing to accept my mantle and become my true disciple?"

Lu Yuan was stunned.

Then he suddenly wakes up.

This is what the martial arts school has been through, and it has suffered a lot. The death of the senior brother with Mingjin cultivation has made the pillars of the martial arts academy fall down.

Qi Changfeng intends to expand the number of true disciples, one is to stabilize people's hearts, and the other is to provide resources to cultivate a group of backbones as soon as possible. At the same time, he also needs to select young people who are promising to become more powerful and support the situation after him.

Lu Yuan's cultivation progress is not slow at this age. Even though he now only shows the cultivation level of Qi and Blood, he is still among the best among the apprentices. After all, he is only 17 years old.

Qi Changfeng may not be the only one recruiting true disciples this time.

In addition, he came from a humble background and had no other support, making it easier for him to return to the martial arts school.

That's why I asked.

But Lu Yuan actually doesn't tie himself to the martial arts gym.

Qi Changfeng's expectation for him was to achieve the third transformation of Qi and blood, otherwise he would not have guided him to over-stimulate the source of his essence and achieve the third transformation of Qi and blood as soon as possible.

But I have a great opportunity. Not to mention that my integrated martial arts has reached a second-rate level, and my inner Qi training has begun to take shape. My achievements will definitely exceed everyone's expectations. Changfeng Martial Arts School cannot limit myself.

Before, I could only be regarded as a martial arts disciple, and I had no money or goods.

If it becomes a real biography, it will inevitably involve some involvement.

But now that he has not yet matured in martial arts and is still fledgling, he still needs the protection of a martial arts school.

It is impossible to refuse categorically, otherwise Qi Changfeng and several senior brothers will be hated.

The thoughts in Lu Yuan's mind were spinning rapidly.

I don't have a better way out for the time being.

And if you can get vigorous training from a martial arts school, it will be of great benefit to your own growth.

Hey, whatever.

Only one step at a time.

If you really show kindness to yourself and spend resources to cultivate yourself, then you can repay it in the future when you are successful in cultivation.

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan immediately bowed and bowed: "Master is here, I will bow to you, my disciple."

Yue Wei nodded imperceptibly from the side.

Tong Xuan was doing everything he could and was obviously distracted.

Qi Changfeng showed a smile on his face and patted Lu Yuan's shoulder happily: "Tomorrow you guys will come to the Ancestral Master Hall and I will officially accept you as my true disciple."

"The martial arts school has encountered a catastrophe. I hope you will practice diligently and don't interrupt the martial arts school's inheritance."

I don't know if it was Lu Yuan's illusion, but Qi Changfeng's figure looked a little rickety.

The death of a direct disciple would probably be more painful than the death of one's own son.

Leaving the two senior brothers to comfort him, he resigned on his own.

……

Some of the senior brothers' bodies remained in Heifeng Village forever. Only a few were snatched back and are now placed in the mourning hall, waiting for their families to come and take them away.

Han Yu is among them.

Lu Yuan was going to meet him to say goodbye. After all, they were somewhat friends.

It was late at night and the yard was very quiet.

Standing outside the mourning hall, Lu Yuan remembered that Han Yu had come to see him before leaving, and his words were somewhat unlucky, and he was confused for a moment.

Carrying the two bottles of wine he bought from Fucheng, he pushed the door open and entered.

Perhaps due to psychological effects, the mourning hall seemed a bit eerie.

Lu Yuan held Han Yu's coffin and sighed.

"Senior Brother Han, I went to Fucheng to bring you two bottles of good wine. It's a pity that you and I can no longer drink together."

"Everything will be busy after that, and senior brother doesn't stick to trivial matters. I might as well treat senior brother to a drink here."

"Junior brother will remember the kindness of many times of guidance."

"Senior brother, have a good trip."

"Brothers, drink together."

Lu Yuan took out the wine bottles and poured them all in front of Han Yu.

"Good wine."

Suddenly, an insidious voice suddenly sounded behind Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan was shocked!

He suddenly turned his head and looked back.

A face covered with rotting flesh and dripping with pus was placed less than three inches away from him!

The two upright ape lips opened and closed, making a hoarse sound. The sound that Lu Yuan heard just now came from this.

What a monster! ?

The hairs on his back grew, and his instincts kept warning him!

He struck out with a stressing palm, and without even looking to see if it had any effect, he immediately pulled away and retreated!

After throwing himself to one side, Lu Yuan hurriedly looked at where he was just now.

Only then did we get the full picture of the monster.

The facial features are crowded together, one eyeball hangs in the socket, and the rotten flesh on the face blooms like petals.

The hair is like black mist, spreading and wrapping around the whole body.

Drops of blood flowed down his hair, and in a moment, the ground was already a pool of blood.

This is absolutely inhuman!

"Who are you!"

Lu Yuan shouted loudly!

Not only to test whether he has intelligence, but also to alarm Qi Changfeng.

Not expecting an answer, Lu Yuan picked up an incense burner next to him and smashed it hard.

The moment he came into contact with this monster, he felt as if he was lost in the sea, his hair was entangled and stuffed into the black mist around him.

Lu Yuan looked ugly.

He lifted up a coffin board and whipped the coffin lid towards the monster with a whip kick, not even daring to look back.

He lowered his foot, rushed towards the window, and ran away!

The monster behind him showed no movement, and the coffin board was stuffed into the black mist around him.

Seeing that Lu Yuan was about to run away, his hair suddenly grew and wrapped around him like poisonous snakes.

In times of crisis, Lu Yuan frantically exploited all his trump cards.

The energy and blood mixed with the real seed exploded in an instant, the ladder cloud moved vertically, and the foot was three points faster.

A hard jump!

Click!

The wooden window was smashed by him, and his body fell to the ground for a moment, using the force to roll over.

He was about to give it another try when he had regained his energy and blood.

Lu Yuan suddenly became excited.

The moonlight is quiet and the courtyard is peaceful.

He found that he was still standing outside the mourning hall door, with two jugs full of old wine in his hands!

Everything just now seemed to be an illusion.

This?

Lu Yuan took two steps back and took in everything around him seriously.

The window he had just knocked open was now intact.

The candlelight inside the door flickered, and there was nothing unusual about it.

There were also two martial arts disciples walking through the courtyard.

Seeing Lu Yuan stopping at the door, he asked curiously: "Junior brother Lu is here to pay homage. Why don't you go in?"

Lu Yuan couldn't tell which was true or false for a moment.

Hearing the inquiry, he suddenly came back to his senses.

My heart was in turmoil, but it didn't show on my face. I took a few steps back and smiled: "I can't bear to see these senior brothers, so just express my thoughts outside the door."

He glanced vaguely into the door.

Things are fishy, ​​so it's better to be cautious.

About to turn around and leave.

He was about to leave when a voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Hey, Brother Xiao Lu, it's me, come in."

Lu Yuan suddenly turned around and looked at the mourning hall.

This is Wang Peng's voice! !

How could it be possible? Didn't Ma Sanbao say that his entire village died under the sword of the Black Wind Thief?

Another hallucination! ?

Lu Yuan's heart was in his throat, let alone going in, he didn't even dare to stay any longer.

As soon as he started to take steps, the sight in front of him was a flower.

He was actually moved into the mourning hall again!

Look up.

A figure stood in front of him.

Covered in black clothes, facing him.

What's going on?

Do you want to repeat the hallucination just now?

Just when he didn't dare to act rashly.

The figure slowly opened the pocket: "Brother Xiao Lu, it's me."

Under the hood is Wang Peng’s face!

But even though the appearance was the same, it was so weird tonight, of course Lu Yuan couldn't believe it.

At this time, Wang Peng spoke again: "Just now, the 'residues' on several senior brothers resonated with me. Now they are all fine. Brother Lu, please don't be surprised."

Lu Yuan slowly moved towards the door, and asked the other person: "You are not Wang Peng, who are you? What remnant?"

Wang Peng rubbed his brows: "I know you have a lot of questions, but I'm running out of [sanity] today, so I can only keep things short."

"A lot of things have happened. I will explain to you later. I am Wang Peng. I am sure it is true. Brother Xiao Lu, please believe me."

"I came to you tonight because I need you to do something for me."

Lu Yuan didn't listen to what he said at all. Seeing the right moment, he was about to flee: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Wang Peng didn't care about his reaction and said to himself: "Spirit points to you, you will definitely be able to help me."

"I'll come to you again."

"I'll give you this first."

Without any warning, Lu Yuan only felt his brain being hit hard. Countless voices suddenly appeared in his mind, and indescribable cognitions were forced into his mind.

Finally, it turned into a golden page.

"Xuanjun Seven Chapters Secret Record Volume Three (Remnant)"

Lu Yuan slowly came back to his senses, only to see that he was still outside the mourning hall. The moonlight shone on him, casting a hazy illusion on him.

In his mind, Wang Peng's gift was genuine, and Lu Yuan was in a daze for a moment.

(I see many friends are asking, please explain. This book is a martial arts style, and the background and tone will not change. Some other forces exist only to improve the world view, advance the plot, and decorate the characters. They will not develop in any direction.)

(End of this chapter)