Great Dao Ji

"It's a pity that the moral strength is insufficient"

After being surprised, An Qisheng sighed softly.

There are two search modes in Daoyitu, one is rough and the other is detailed. The latter is a hundred times more expensive than the former.

For example, Tong Zhengyang's information is roughly the same as the above. If it is detailed information, it will include not only himself, but also the things he has experienced in the people he has met throughout his life.

It's a pity that he only has ten points of Dao power now. If he wants to know everything, he needs a thousand points of Dao power, which he naturally doesn't have.

After sighing, I could only keep this in mind.

After Tong Zhengyang’s life trajectory, lines of text listed his skills and martial arts:

[Kung Fu: Wang Quan Zhenyue Sword, Taibai Jigang Sutra, Dragon and Tiger Pure Yang Qi, Tianlong Immortal Steps, Heaven-covering Grand Mudra, Nirvana Palm, Sky Wave Crossing Technique, Celestial Finger, Phantom Sound Fist, Destruction Sword]

Compared to the pitiful Taoist Wang Quan, there are not too many Tongzhengyang exercises.

From internal skills to external skills, from swordsmanship to knife skills, from fists and palms to light crossing skills, there are dozens of them!

"These ten points of power are not in vain."

An Qisheng nodded in his mind.

Although he can enter the dream and access Zhengyang at any time, it will not happen overnight if he wants to summarize all the techniques.

It was just a little Tao power, and all the techniques had been extracted from Tong Zhengyang's memory by Dao Yitu.

Although he can obtain all the skills listed in Dao Yitu.

However, it is just a technique.

If you want to gain Tong Zhengyang's experience with these techniques, in addition to entering a dream, you also have to spend more Taoist energy.

From this point of view, the more Tao power, the better.

"Huh?"

An Qisheng was about to examine the techniques in detail when his heart suddenly moved and he opened his eyes.

Not far away, a fat girl dressed as a maid came over holding a porcelain bowl.

"My lady asked me to deliver some dry food to the Taoist priest. Don't dislike it, the Taoist priest."

The maid pursed her lips.

An Qisheng gently took out his arms held by the two little ones and cupped them:

"Then I would like to thank you very much, Miss."

"What do you call Taoist Priest?"

The chubby maid handed over a porcelain bowl, two noodles, and three full heads.

"The old Taoist name is Wang Quan."

An Qisheng thought for a while and finally said the Taoist name.

"Wealth, glory, royal power, life and death? The Taoist priest's Taoist title is really domineering."

The little maid was stunned for a moment, and she didn't expect that this old Taoist priest with a shabby appearance could be so domineering.

"It's not the right of power, but"

An Qisheng wanted to refute, but his heart suddenly jumped:

"Wang Quan, Wang Quan, Wang Quan Taoist, Wang Quan Sword? Then Wang Quan Sword recognizes me as its master, is that right?"

As soon as he thought about it, An Qisheng felt a little confused.

"Master Wang Quan?"

The fat maid waved her hand in front of his eyes.

"It's okay. I get lost easily as I get older."

An Qisheng came to his senses, smiled reluctantly, and took the porcelain bowl.

"Then I'll take my leave."

The fat maid looked at him with some pity and trotted to keep up with the carriage in front.

"I am Taoist Wang Quan? Taoist Wang Quan is me?"

Lying on the groceries again, An Qisheng had many thoughts running through his mind.

In fact, as early as when he got some of Wang Quan's memories, he had already become suspicious if he didn't find any words from Tong Zhengyang and Wang Quanjian in them.

I just didn't expect that I might actually be a Taoist King Quan.

But isn't this another paradox?

With a thought in his heart, he communicated again:

"Dao Yitu, how much Tao power is needed to get the origin of Wang Quan Sword?"

The light flashed from the perspective, and the words fell down like a waterfall:

[Searching for the origin of the King Quan Sword requires 10,000 Taoist power points]

"Ten thousand points"

An Qisheng pillowed his arms and his eyes flickered a few times.

The official road is uneven and many places are no longer open to traffic, so temporary paving or detours are required.

Only when the three great suns in the sky were shining side by side did we arrive at Nanliang County.

The city wall made of stone bricks is more than ten feet high. The official roads that preceded the city wall finally became smooth when they reached this point. Where these roads intersected, the flow of people gradually increased.

The place is noisy and popular.

An Qisheng turned over and sat up, looking around.

After all, other people's memories are other people's memories and are different from what you perceive.

Cars, horses, crowds, vendors, women, merchants, soldiers, warriors, city gates, human voices, shouting, and discussions

Everything is reflected in the slightly blurred vision, and then passed into the mind.

In An Qisheng's heart, the world suddenly became alive in his eyes.

"Jiu Fu Jie"

An Qisheng felt a little uneasy.

"Master"

"The county seat has arrived!"

At this time, the two children also woke up.

"Taoist Priest, I will send you here. Caravans entering the city are different from pedestrians entering the city. They need to be inspected."

The guard from before came over and cupped his hand.

"Thank you very much."

An Qi gave birth to the car.

"Cake, steamed buns."

Jiang Tingting's sharp eyes suddenly saw the dry food placed in the porcelain bowl.

"This is a gift from the lady. If you are hungry, just eat."

An Qisheng smiled slightly.

The two little guys were already devouring the steamed buns.

"No more."

An Qisheng cupped his hands and walked towards the city gate with the two little guys.

After eating dry food and taking a short rest, as long as he is not running, he no longer needs support for daily walking.

Walking into the crowd, listening to the language that was completely different from Xuanxing, An Qisheng felt strange.

The two little guys didn't care at all, holding a steamed bun in each hand, eating it very sweetly.

Following the flow of people into the city, the streets of Nanliang County were straight and flat, completely different from the bumpy official road.

"Candied haws~~~"

"Fine floral cloth and fine silk, customized all kinds of clothes!"

"A hundred-tempered steel knife, cutting iron like mud, a must-have for walking in the rivers and lakes."

The straight street leads straight to the depths, with buildings on both sides lined up in order, and various small vendors on both sides of the street are hawking.

The flow of people is bustling, although it is a county town, it is very lively.

An Qisheng is not surprised. This world has been in war for many years, and there are wild beasts hurting people from time to time in the wild. The city with thick walls naturally gives people a sense of security.

Naturally, people will gather in the county town.

After walking down a street, An Qisheng was still curious, but thinking that the two little guys didn't have a good rest, he found an inn at random.

The innkeeper was reluctant to entertain the three people because they were dirty, but after An Qisheng took out the silver, his attitude suddenly became enthusiastic.

The charm of silver is enough to make people ignore everything.

In the room on the third floor of the inn, the mist was lingering and the steam was steaming. The two little guys who had washed themselves clean and changed into new clothes worked hard to wash their master's body.

After the old Taoist was deprived of his boy's internal force, he lay down for twenty days. His body was almost smelly. He washed it twice before the rotten stench dissipated.

Fortunately, the old Taoist didn't have many teeth, so he didn't need to brush his teeth.

This was a sad thing.

After a lot of trouble, it was already dark. An Qisheng asked for a table of food and let the two little guys eat and drink enough before he really settled down.

A faint red light shone in from the window, matching the weak light of the candle.

An Qisheng sat on the bed, carefully looking at the bronze mirror.

In the bronze mirror, the old Taoist priest who had washed himself no longer looked rotten, but had white hair and looked more like an immortal.

I have to say that if he wasn't too old, he would look pretty good.

"An old Taoist priest and two children, showing silver today may attract attention. The bandits from Snake King Mountain may also come. And Kong San from the Extreme God Sect, is it really a coincidence that he took away the old Taoist priest's internal force?"

An Qisheng exhaled slightly, and his complicated thoughts were spit out of his body:

"It's time to start practicing"

The martial arts in this world are very different from those in Xuanxing from the beginning. Although the true qi was previously polished by the tendons, bones, skin and flesh, the internal force is used to polish the flesh in this world.

The reason for polishing the flesh is also to carry the violent spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Therefore, the first step of martial arts in this world is to develop a sense of qi and generate internal force.

Although this world is full of martial arts and there are many martial artists, it does not mean that the secrets of internal force are easy to get.

According to normal people, it is possible to learn the secrets of internal force after becoming a disciple at the age of seven, doing odd jobs for three years, being an apprentice for three years, and then observing for three years.

And the master often keeps a hand.

The secrets of internal force are not easy to get.

"You must first develop internal force"

An Qisheng muttered in his heart, and several secrets of internal force cultivation that he knew emerged in his mind.

Martial arts, internal force cultivation is gong, and fists, feet, swords and guns are martial arts.

Only after gong is achieved can martial arts be achieved.

This is the common knowledge and cognition of martial artists in this world.

The nameless boy's gong of Taoist Wang Quan, the light-containing breathing method of Tong Zhengyang, the dragon and tiger pure yang qi, and the Taibai Jigang Sutra are all gong.

However, the Taibai Jigang Sutra can only be practiced after the qi meridians are condensed, and the dragon and tiger pure yang qi can only be practiced after blood transfusion.

In fact, the only choices he could make were the nameless Tongzi Gong and the Hanguang Tuna Method.

In his estimation, the two should be equally valuable, except that, compared to the Hanguang Tuna Method, the Tongzi Gong is more suitable for the Dragon and Tiger Pure Yang Qi.

After all, Tong Zhengyang has no inheritance, and the Dragon and Tiger Pure Yang Qi was just something he snatched from the Dragon and Tiger Sect, and it is not completely in line with the Hanguang Tuna Method he practiced.

"Then let's do the Tongzi Gong."

An Qisheng's mind moved, and the practice formulas, precautions, and level knocks of the Tongzi Gong had already emerged in his mind.

Tongzi Gong is not a static exercise, but a dynamic exercise.

As the name suggests, a series of complex movements are required during practice to fully mobilize the body and generate internal strength in the body.

"If an ordinary 90-year-old man were to practice these movements, I'm afraid he would be sent away before he finished a set."

An Qisheng changed his mind and began to make various movements.

His movements were gentle and careful. Although he had already mastered this body, his almost hollowed-out old body could not withstand too much intense exercise.

Perhaps it was because this body had already memorized these movements, or perhaps An Qisheng had amazing control over his body.

This set of movements, which ordinary people thought were comparable to difficult yoga, really made him do it in one go.

Huh~

While exercising, An Qisheng kept adjusting his breathing.

Three inhalations and one exhalation, up and down.

Repeatedly, over and over again.

Gradually, An Qisheng keenly noticed a trace of air rising in his abdomen, gradually spreading throughout his body.

"Is this it?"

An Qisheng's mind flashed, but he did not stop moving.

Rhythmic breathing matched with complex movements, pushing the heat flow to travel throughout his body.

He felt a warm feeling in the area where his internal energy was flowing, and all his fatigue and sleepiness disappeared. After a complete cycle of circulation throughout his body, he felt a sense of complete refreshment as if his body and mind had been cleansed!

This feeling was like the dry land being moistened, or a thirsty person drinking spring water!

It was just a cycle, but An Qisheng felt like his body was a few years younger.

The effect was immediate!