Stunning weapon

The night was very quiet, and the candles in the house were all burned out.Su Yan had asked the maid to go down to rest, while she stayed in front of the house.The stove on the wooden frame next to the bed made the sound of crackling charcoal, and Xiaoyao fell asleep on the bedside. Mo Xiaochuan, who was in a coma, slowly opened his eyes, turned his head, and saw Xiaoyao haggard. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a burst of laughter. He looked up and saw a figure holding a wine jar standing in front of the door.

Although the distance was far in the dark, and the face of the man could not be seen clearly just by the moonlight, but just listening to the laughter and the iconic wine jar, Mo Xiaochuan knew who was coming.A familiar voice said with a smile: "Boy, are you awake?" It was the old Taoist priest whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

Just as Mo Xiaochuan was about to speak, suddenly, Su Yan who was outside heard the movement and pushed open the door. The old Taoist didn't look back, and waved his hand casually, and the back of his hand just patted Su Yan's forehead.Su Yan fell to the ground without saying a word.The old Taoist closed the door casually, put Su Yan aside, pouted his lips and shook his head, and said, "A man who looks like this is not good, not good..."

"Why are you here?" Mo Xiaochuan tried to sit up, but couldn't sit up.

The old Taoist walked up to him, shook his head, and said, "It seems that you didn't listen to what I said..."

"If I listened to you, I'm afraid I'd die by now." Mo Xiaochuan said and looked at Xiaoyao. She didn't respond when she was talking so close, and she was a little worried that the old Taoist had also slapped him on the forehead. He couldn't help asking, "What did you do to her?"

The old Taoist raised his head and took a sip of wine, and said: "Don't worry, I just let her smell some soothing incense, and she fell asleep." Then, the old Taoist sat on the side of the bed, stretched out his hand, and said, "Take your arm. Come here, let me take a good look and see if you can still live."

Mo Xiaochuan smiled wryly, and said, "Is there anyone like you who treats people?"

The old Taoist didn't speak, and grabbed Mo Xiaochuan's hand suddenly, and touched several important points on him with the fingers of his left hand. With a flick of his right wrist, Mo Xiaochuan's arm seemed to soften, and was bent at will by the old Taoist.

Mo Xiaochuan only felt a gust of air rushing into his body along his right arm, and the already damaged meridian suddenly burned like a fire, causing him unbearable pain.

However, this was just the beginning, the old Taoist priest's hand did not stop, as his left hand continued to swim around Mo Xiaochuan's body, the air flow also went down, going straight to the Yongquan point on his feet.

Mo Xiaochuan was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, his throat was gurgling, and after holding it in for a long time, he managed to force out a sentence: "I'm going to die..."

However, the old Taoist priest didn't seem to hear it, and he showed no mercy to Mo Xiaochuan's "strike".

This feeling that life is worse than death lasted for half an hour.In Mo Xiaochuan's opinion, this small half hour was longer than a year, and when the old Taoist stopped, he had already fainted from the pain.The old Taoist looked at him sweating profusely, with a serious face, took out a pill from his arms and threw it into the wine jar, opened Mo Xiaochuan's mouth and took a few sips of wine.

Mo Xiaochuan woke up coughing, his complexion looked better, the wine entered his stomach, his body was cold, and he was slightly cold, but the pain in his meridians was relieved a lot.

The old Taoist grabbed a chair and sat down, with a tired look on his face, he slowly shook his head and said, "How did you get this injury? It's worse than I thought." Then he looked at the The Big Dipper Sword at the side said: "Fortunately, you haven't used it after being injured, otherwise, even if you try to save you, you won't be able to save it."

Mo Xiaochuan smiled wryly, and said: "I have shown you my inner strength before, and you must have guessed how to do it like this."

The old Taoist gasped, looked at him in amazement, and said with surprise, "You have already reached the realm of breaking the body with true energy?" "No, if you really reach that level, you won't be hurt so badly. It should be that you used it forcibly before the heat was ready, which led to your current appearance."

Mo Xiaochuan was also a little surprised. He always used the first few sentences to distinguish the internal strength on the cowhide. He never knew what other name this thing had.He looked at the old Taoist priest with surprise on his face, and said, "Do you know this inner strength?"

The old Taoist thought for a while, nodded, and said: "I know a little bit, this is something to clear the door..."

"Qingmen?" Mo Xiaochuan was even more surprised. Others may not know much about Qingmen, but he knew about this ancient sect from Xiaoyao. Therefore, he was so shocked when he heard the old Taoist say it.

"Do you know Qingmen?" The old Taoist asked suspiciously when he saw Mo Xiaochuan's friendly expression.

Mo Xiaochuan nodded, and said: "I know a little bit, she is from Zhongyingmen." He pointed to Xiaoyao beside him.

"No wonder." The old Taoist looked at Xiaoyao, couldn't help but sighed softly, and said, "If it's the 20-year-old Tomb Shadow Sect, it can be regarded as an authentic branch of the Qing Sect. Now..." He slightly Shaking his head, he didn't say any more, and turned to say: "The world's martial arts go out of the Qing Dynasty, I don't know if you have heard this sentence."

From Xiaoyao's introduction, Mo Xiaochuan's impression of Qingmen is just a martial arts sect leading farmers' rebel army, which is relatively powerful, but he has never heard the words "the world's martial arts come out of Qingmen".

Looking at his face, the old Taoist already got the answer, and continued: "Although this sentence is a bit exaggerated, the Qingmen does have its advantages. During the Three Kingdoms period, there were no martial arts sects in the world. There are a few of them, most of them are places of pure cultivation, and rarely participate in the secular world. It is said that after the establishment of the Qingmen, the current martial arts world..."

"Why do you say that?" Mo Xiaochuan couldn't help asking.

"I don't know..." The old Taoist spread his hands.

Mo Xiaochuan was almost suffocated by his words, so he was stunned for a while before he said, "Since you don't know, what are you talking about?"

The old Taoist shook his head and said: "Actually, it's not hard to guess. Qingmen was the number one martial arts sect in the world at that time. Although it disappeared for some reason, many martial arts schools in later generations were established following Qingmen's example, or they were simply Qingmen's sects. The branch is greatly influenced by it. It is not a lie to say that the world's martial arts came out of the Qing sect."

"What do you mean by saying so much?" If it wasn't for Mo Xiaochuan's physical discomfort and he couldn't move, he would have jumped up and pulled the old guy's beard.

"It means that the kung fu you practice is no longer practiced by anyone else." The old Taoist looked at Mo Xiaochuan anxiously, and hurriedly said: "What I said is that your kung fu is actually the authentic inner strength method of Qingmen. It is also the only one handed down of antiquities."

"Qingmen is authentic?" Mo Xiaochuan looked at the old Taoist in surprise and was a little unbelievable. Xiaoyao was the first to see the cowhide. Since Zhongyingmen is a branch of Qingmen, the kung fu must be related. Xiaoyao Yao should be able to recognize it. How could she tell herself that this is not an internal skill at all?Mo Xiaochuan fell into a belly full of doubts.