Great Dao Ji

There is no way to chat today.

An Qisheng always subconsciously forgets that his body is already a 90-year-old man.

Although people with internal skills generally have a longer lifespan than ordinary people, even if the blood exchange is successful, they can only live for 150 years. Only when the Qi and meridians are successful can they exceed this lifespan.

More than 90 years old is really considered very old among ordinary people.

"Don't mind, old Taoist priest, I speak without restraint."

Seeing that An Qisheng didn't speak, the shopkeeper felt a little apologetic. Most of the elderly don't like to hear people say that they are old.

"Everyone has birth, aging, illness and death, there is nothing that can't be said."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and put down the dagger:

"Sell it together."

Although the dagger is well-made, he doesn't use the dagger, so there is no use for keeping it.

"You are so straightforward, so let's not talk nonsense. Seven long swords cost twenty-three taels, daggers cost fifty taels, and I'll give you a little more, a total of seventy-five taels."

It was rare to meet someone who didn't bargain, and the shopkeeper was in a good mood. He dialed the abacus a few times and took out silver from the cabinet:

"This is twenty-five taels of silver, and fifty taels of silver notes from Tianrun Bank. Keep it! Tianrun Bank is all over Dafeng, so you don't have to worry about its reputation. You can exchange silver for any bank in any city in Dafeng."

"Okay."

An Qisheng put away the silver notes and turned to leave the weapon shop.

Although the weapons in this weapon shop are good, they are not in his eyes, so naturally he has no desire to buy them.

Afterwards, he took the two little guys to buy some clothes, customized two Taoist robes, and took the two kids for a walk.

He spent money like water all the way.

Although Nanliang County is not big, it has all kinds of businesses, and there is no shortage of all walks of life. Many shops cover most of the needs of life.

Unfortunately, there were no ready-made pills that An Qisheng needed most, such as those for assisting inner strength training and healing, at least not in Nanliang County.

Therefore, he bought a large number of herbs and prepared to make pills himself after returning.

Taoist Wang Quan did not know how to mix any pills, but in Tong Zhengyang's memory, there were many recipes for pills, all of which he had snatched.

And there were many of them that were very suitable for him now.

"Tingting, Haohao, help me grind these herbs into powder. Remember not to mix them together, but put them separately."

Put down the pile of things I bought.

At An Qisheng's order, the two little guys moved.

In the past half month, in addition to taking a medicinal bath, he has been studying the production of pills.

He was also proficient in Xuan medicine in his previous life. Although the medical arts of the two worlds are different, he learned them very quickly. In half a month, he has mastered several pills that Tong Zhengyang knew to assist inner strength training.

An Qisheng silently thought about the pill formula in his heart, corresponding to the medicinal materials one by one.

The recipes for the pills that assist in the cultivation of internal strength are top secrets that are absolutely not allowed to be leaked, no matter what force or sect they belong to.

The pill recipes that Tong Zhengyang snatched were not very good. The best one among them was the Jinyu Pill that An Qisheng was going to refine at this time.

After taking one pill, the effect was only to increase the internal strength for a few months.

Compared with the legendary big and small Huandan of Huangjue Temple, the two Renshen Pills of Jishen Sect, the Yuehua Ningshuang of Baiyue Villa, the Tiandi Renyuan Pill of Zhengangdao, and the Liuyu Shengdan of Liuyu Demon Sect, they were far inferior.

It is said that a small Huandan of Huangjue Temple can increase the internal strength for half a decade, and a large Huandan can increase the internal strength for a decade.

One pill is comparable to the internal strength of the boy's skill that Taoist Wang Quan has practiced diligently for seventy years.

Gurgle~~~

The thick medicine liquid was bubbling, and the two little guys frowned at the pungent smell of medicine.

An Qisheng controlled the temperature and asked the two little guys to add herbs every once in a while.

The essence of any elixir lies in the amount, time, temperature, and mixing ratio.

An Qisheng had tried this countless times in his dreams, so it was naturally not a problem.

It took until evening to make this.

A huge pot of liquid medicine, hundreds of kilograms of herbs, water, and finally only a thin layer was left, as sticky as mercury.

"Finally it's done"

It wasn't until the red moon rose that An Qisheng breathed a sigh of relief. This was considered done.

As long as the liquid medicine is dried and molded into pills, it can be preserved for a long time.

The two little guys couldn't stand it anymore and went back to sleep.

An Qisheng filled up the black liquid medicine bit by bit, and the last layer was not wasted. He poured a basin of water, boiled it, and drank it.

Huh~

The liquid medicine entered the stomach, and the five internal organs were warm.

Then, the rolling heat flow spread from the five internal organs, reaching the limbs and torso, and sank into every part of the body until every tiny part gradually became hot.

In An Qisheng's perception, as the heat flow dissipated, the internal force in his body began to move spontaneously.

It was ten times more active than when he was practicing Tongzi Gong.

With his strong control over his body, he could almost perceive every change in his body.

The body is getting stronger!

"This effect"

An Qisheng's eyes lit up, and he noticed the difference in the efficacy of the medicine in the two worlds.

In Xuanxing, no matter what kind of tonic medicine you swallow, it is impossible to have such an immediate effect.

Huh!

While feeling surprised, An Qisheng didn't want to waste any medicine.

He moved his body and punched in the yard.

Huh!

Inhale!

Inhale and exhale, up and down.

An Qisheng's eyes were half closed, and the heat flow spreading in his body was not consumed, but accumulated more and more.

For the first time, he felt the taste of sufficient internal force.

As the Tongzi Gong was running, the internal force in his body was growing at a perceptible speed, nourishing the body and filling the gaps!

Huhu~~~

In the red moon, the night wind was whistling, Anqi Biology and I forgot about each other and punched again and again.

The movements became faster and faster, and more and more skillful.

At a certain moment, he suddenly closed his eyes, his mind relaxed and fell into a deep sleep, and his body was still punching spontaneously!

This punch lasted a whole night!

The next day, the sun was high in the sky.

Jiang Tingting yawned and walked out of the house, stunned.

I saw the mist steaming in the small courtyard, like a big kettle burning violently, and the hot waves beat over.

In the white mist like clouds, a figure was punching vaguely.

Like an immortal.

"Master"

The little girl was stunned.

She had seen the master punch before, but never in this situation.

In his feeling, the master seemed to have turned into a blazing furnace, a big sun, which made people afraid to approach!

Huh~~~

Suddenly, a huge inhalation sound came from the thick fog.

Jiang Tingting looked at it and saw that her master seemed to be standing or squatting, with his mouth slightly open, and the air flow and water mist in the courtyard were almost sucked into his mouth.

This breath was so long that it seemed to suck the air flow in the entire courtyard into his mouth.

Jiang Tingting held her breath unconsciously, but she didn't finish the breath until her face turned red!

Huh!

After two full minutes, An Qisheng's long inhalation sound stopped, and then he exhaled a large amount of air.

Huh~~~

It was as if a strong wind suddenly blew, and the dust and fallen leaves in the yard were blown into the sky.

"Huh~~~"

While exhaling, An Qisheng slowly closed the form, and the blood and heat that had been boiling in his body all night finally disappeared.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the wrinkles on his face opened up a lot, and his old face became rosy.

"That pot of liquid medicine is equivalent to my three months of hard practice"

An Qisheng was full of energy.

The speed of his internal practice was four or five times faster than that of Taoist Wang Quan.

Although this pot of liquid medicine was not as effective as the elixir, it was good that the amount was large, and one night of practice was equivalent to his more than three months of hard practice.

If it was Taoist Wang Quan, it would be the result of his more than a year of hard meditation!

The effect was immediate!

"Master."

Jiang Tingting threw herself into An Qisheng's arms, and then pushed him away with a 'ah' sound, as if she had been electrocuted:

"Master, you are so hot."

An Qisheng slowly calmed down his breath, walked forward to pick up the little girl, and rubbed her little nose:

"Tingting, do you want to learn martial arts?"

Feeling the hot breath of the master, Jiang Tingting tilted her head: "Can I get hot like the master? Then Tingting won't feel cold when she sleeps at night."

"What's this? There are more fun things."

An Qisheng smiled slightly.

More than half a month of medicinal baths, deep sleep, and the benefits of his own improved boy's kung fu finally burst out under this basin of medicine.

It cleared the body's deficiencies in one fell swoop.

Except for the lack of the boy's kung fu internal force accumulated by Taoist Wang Quan for seventy years, he has almost reached the realm before Taoist Wang Quan.

The third level of external training has been re-refined by him!

With the addition of internal force, he is not inferior to himself at the time of transformation, and he is even stronger!

This is only half a month of his practice!

The following days.

An Qisheng lived a monotonous but fulfilling life. He took a medicinal bath, did some boxing, and practiced martial arts every day. He also taught Jiang Tingting and Zhang Haohao Tongzi Kung Fu and internal boxing.

The old Taoist priest did not teach them martial arts before, but fortunately he could read and write, so he taught them some. An Qisheng could teach them martial arts directly.

Since he understood the trick of sleeping with the body but not with the mind, An Qisheng no longer needed to sleep every day. At most, he would sleep for an hour every two or three days, and his spirit would be extremely vigorous.

Gradually, An Qisheng felt the power of deep sleep.

After being in this state for many years, the internal organs of a person are in a highly coordinated state. Without doing anything, the body will become stronger.

Perhaps it is not as effective as the Jinyudan, but it seems to have no end.

Jinyudan is a medicine for tigers and wolves. It can increase internal strength for several months at a time, but it cannot be taken every day, otherwise the body will have drug resistance, affecting the performance of the drug and causing waste.

But deep sleep can be done at any time, not only to restore physical strength, but also to improve spirit.

Moreover, how much time can people save if they don't need to sleep?

The dream itself has 24 hours more non-stop practice time than others, plus there is no need to sleep.

One day is almost equivalent to four or five days of ordinary people!

An Qisheng likes such days very much.

Peaceful, serene, he can feel his progress every day.

And except for himself, even some neighbors who are very interested in him don't know how strong this old Taoist priest who looks old is.

Gradually, autumn goes and winter comes.

More than two months have passed.

A heavy snow swept Ronghua Mansion, thousands of miles of land was white, the snow was so deep that the official road could not be traveled.

Whoosh~~~

The cold wind was whistling,

A horse ran wildly in the wind and snow.

It was running very fast. As it ran, the snow behind it was blown up, like a snow dragon rolling.

On the tall horse was a middle-aged swordsman with a cold expression.

He wore a bamboo hat and a long sword on his waist. The wind and snow were blowing, blowing up his thin clothes, making a rustling sound.

In the middle of winter, with heavy snow, he was wearing a bamboo hat and riding a horse with a sword.

He was heading straight for Nanliang City.