Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

Chapter 206 Yang Fang has been waiting for you for a long time

“The sky is full of Qi, the mind sinks into the Dantian, and the furnace is refining for twelve rounds. This is the foundation of Qi training. Just remember it. It is as tight as a slab, and as loose as cotton with pearls hidden in it.”

“Zhuang Gong, actually just twelve words, takes root in the ground, rises like the bright moon, and falls like a thousand catties falling to the bottom.”

 The archway in the south of the city.

 Wushan Lane.

 In a small house.

Old Shen stood under the shade of a tree with his hands behind his back, staring at the figure in the martial arts training field not far away, moving around with the moves, fist shadows intertwined, his face full of relief.

 Except.

There is also a hint of exclamation that cannot be concealed.

 Kunlun’s talent is very high.

At that time, among the many brothers on the mountain, even the one with the best skills took a full two months to memorize the formula clearly. He was only mediocre, and it took him half a year.

No one who practices diligently for one or two years will find it as difficult as climbing to the sky to achieve that step.

Seeing him standing out of the seven-star pile, Old Shen came to his senses and shouted in a deep voice.

 Although I know that Shopkeeper Ninth has a good background.

Kunlun's body remained motionless, but he slowly raised his hands that were hanging by his sides, clenched his five fingers, put his two fists together, then he opened his mouth and took a deep breath, flowing through his veins, and sinking into his Dantian with his thoughts.

However, this kind of thing cannot be forced after all.

The old brick weighing more than ten kilograms under him was crushed to pieces by his kick.

 Plus he wants to find his family.

　　Bang!

 At this moment.

　　Not only do you have a thorough understanding of the movements.

 But among all living beings, most of them are ordinary people.

It was not until the past few years that as I got older and older, the idea of ​​passing on Qixingheng Kung Fu came to my mind like a spark.

But Kunlun didn't care at all. His whole figure was like a stone pile, with roots on his feet and remained motionless.

　　With full calculation, it only takes ten days.

 That's how I got rid of that thought.

 Only a bang was heard.

This time, in order to repay the life-saving grace of the 9th shopkeeper of Jinlou, he agreed to spread Hengqigong.

 This boy is born to practice horizontal kung fu.

 Over time.

 Seven stars are practiced horizontally.

 It’s a pity that I can’t find the right person.

did not expect.

 But this kid Kunlun has only been in the yard for a long time.

Especially during the years when I came down from Qingcheng Mountain, I was immersed in the dye vat of the urban world.

Kunlun Qi sinks into the Dantian, and when he takes a step forward, Qi and blood surge throughout his body. The strength starts from the Qi and blood, gets used to the waist, runs through the whole body, and finally emits from the soles of the feet.

What he wants is to teach wholeheartedly. As for the result, it depends on the person's character and understanding.

 One move after another, even more freely.

“The Qi transports the Dantian, refining the furnace for twelve rounds, moving along the pulse, and combining tightness and tightness.”

 But it started from that night when we met.

 It is not only difficult, but also painful.

 Dust was flying everywhere, and it was all over my body.

 And during this period, Kunlun's performance completely verified his guess.

 He has also been involved in the arena for many years.

 The martial arts training ground paved with stone bricks.

 When he rose to prominence in the world, there were as many gadflies as people who wanted to be his disciples.

Often after practicing for ten days and a half, or several months, I find that I am still unable to get started, so I feel discouraged and turn to simple and crude fists and kicks.

 Peng Daozong's seven-star horizontal practice of Zhen Qigong requires the most hard work.

 Old Shen knew that he had found a treasure.

Most people simply cannot bear it.

To be honest, Old Shen has not thought about finding a few good seedlings, which can be regarded as extending Peng Daozong's life.

 It was definitely the only one he had seen in his life.

 In an instant.

He suddenly felt that the energy and blood were swirling three inches below his lower abdomen, as if setting off a spiral.

 “It’s done once.”

“It’s a pity that the master has passed away. Otherwise, Peng Daozong would not be in the same situation today if he had him.”

 Feeling the changes in Kunlun.

Old Shen's expression became even more astonishing, and he couldn't help but sigh.

the other side.

Kunlun's mind was tense and there were no distracting thoughts in his mind.

 Turn a deaf ear to the cries and noise coming from the alley outside the courtyard.

 Just wait for the Qi and blood to circulate for twelve rounds.

 The formation immediately changed.

 Press the Dantian tightly with two fists.

  Immediately after that breath of Dantian Qi, it flows through the acupoints all over the body like a big tide.

With the flow of breath, the skin of the bare upper body became obviously darker in color under the scorching sun, as if it were poured with molten iron.

“These three forms of Qigong Strengthening are also called Iron Clothes Shirt.”

“Kunlun, are you ready?”

“Master Shen, just come.”

Hearing this, Kunlun, whose feet were worth a thousand pieces of gold and whose body was shaped like a bow, just grinned.

"good!"

 Old Shen didn’t waste any time.

 Throw the tobacco pole aside casually.

 He turned to pick up a wooden stick.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped out in one step, stepped on the stone table and jumped into the martial arts arena. With a flick of his wrist, the wooden stick flew through the air, causing an astonishing sound of breaking through the air.

 Look at the direction of the gun and stick.

 It was clearly heading straight for the back of Kunlun.

only.

Feeling the sound of breaking wind, Kunlun was not moved at all. He just slowly put away his smile, making his face look a little more stern.

　　Bang!

 Old Shen is as fast as a lonely man.

 The spear and stick were as heavy as a mountain.

only…

 Smashed down with a stick.

Kunlun's body didn't even sway. Instead, the spear stick made of pear wood cracked and broke into two pieces.

Seeing this, Old Shen didn't have time to marvel. Instead, he quickly walked outside Kunlun and stared at his back to investigate carefully.

His stick just now was almost unreserved, using at least 50% to 60% of the force.

 It doesn’t seem to be heavy.

But how many years has he practiced Qixing Hengqigong?

 A pair of fists can easily kill someone.

Otherwise, how could he have secured his position as the number one master in the world of Changsha more than ten years ago.

 The force of 50% to 60% is enough for an ordinary person to smash a large vertebrae into pieces.

But this kid, who was made of copper and iron, was struck down by such a stick. Except for a shallow mark, his muscles and bones were not injured at all.

Until this moment, Old Shen’s cloudy eyes could no longer suppress the surprise and relief.

 If it were not taught by one’s own hands.

He even doubted whether this boy was a descendant of the sect and had practiced this martial art since he was still in his mother's womb.

 “Master Shen, how are you doing?”

Kunlun took a long breath.

Hunting his stance, he turned around and looked at Old Shen and asked.

 “You boy… can leave the army now.”

“However, remember, only by practicing Hengqigong for thousands of times can you forge real gold. After you go back, you cannot stop practicing for a day.”

 See him and ask.

Old Shen just collected his thoughts and said seriously.

 “I know, Master Shen.”

 Hear the word "disciple".

Kunlun couldn't help but look surprised.

　　Since he was brought back to Chenjiazhuang by the shopkeeper, this was the first time in so many years that he was alone outside.

 Although it is for spiritual practice.

 But when he was not with the shopkeeper for a day, he always felt uneasy.

"Okay, I see Huabantou and the others have been here for a while, and they are probably waiting outside in a hurry. You can pack up and go back with them."

 See his reaction.

Old Shen pointed outside the yard.

To be honest, if possible, he really wanted to pass on all the mantles to Kunlun.

However, everyone has his own ambitions, not to mention this guy is just like a dragon hiding in the abyss, and sooner or later he will soar into the sky.

 “Is the kidnapper coming?”

Hearing this, Kunlun turned around subconsciously and looked across the courtyard wall.

 Sure enough.

 In the alley outside the door.

 Six or seven figures were standing under the shade of the trees waiting.

Who else is it that is talking with his head lowered than Huamaguai and Zhang Yunqiao?

 It's just that he was immersed in practice before and didn't notice it at all.

 “Go.”

 Old Shen turned around and returned to the stone table.

Picked up the dry tobacco rod, twisted a little more from the tobacco bag and stuffed it into the mouth of the cigarette, lit it with a fire sickle, and then took a deep breath.

only.     In the smoke.

The thin and lanky figure from before seemed to have aged a lot. He was hunched and leaning on the stone bench. Seeing that Kunlun was not moving, he did not forget to wave his hand at him to signal him not to miss the time.

“Master Shen, did you forget something?”

Kunlun shook his head.

"What?"

“Some time ago, I told you that when I return to Chenjiazhuang, I will take Huzi with me.”

 When he said this, Kunlun raised his head and glanced at the door.

 Behind the door, a small figure was looking over with his head.

 Seems to know that Brother Kunlun is leaving today.

 The little guy’s face was full of reluctance.

"this…"

 Old Shen stopped smoking.

Kunlun did mention such a thing that day, but he didn't have high hopes.

 Cultivation is more difficult than practicing martial arts.

If the latter is mountain climbing, then the former is climbing to the sky.

As one of the few Taoists in the world, he has stayed in Qingcheng and Emei for so many years and has never seen a real person face to face.

 Those who practice Taoism cut off the mortal world and avoid the world, and devote themselves to immortality.

 Inhale and exhale every morning and evening.

Day after day, maybe ten days and a half, it takes a hair's length of energy to gather.

 And he has no friendship with the shopkeeper Chen Jiashao.

How can we ask him to take action?

 Shall he spare no effort in combing Hu Zi’s meridians with his spiritual energy?

“Master Shen, don’t worry. I have been with the shopkeeper for more than ten years and I know his character well. When the time comes, I will beg him and the shopkeeper will definitely not turn a blind eye.”

　　Seems to see the concerns in his heart.

Kunlun shook his head and smiled.

"But…"

 Old Shen was still a little hesitant.

However, before the words were finished, Kunlun's voice continued to come, "Master Shen, it's getting late. Go pack your luggage first and take Huzi with you."

 “Whether you succeed or not, you must try.”

 Hear his last words.

 Old Shen finally made up his mind.

He is already old, but Huzi is only in his early ten years. If one day he closes his eyes, there will be no one in the world to take care of him.

 Once the disease occurs, it is almost a dead end.

　　Kunlun is right.

Whether it works or not is another matter, but doing nothing would be too cruel to Hu Zi.

 “Okay...Okay, I’ll go right away.”

Old Shen put away his cigarette, his eyes were red. If he hadn't held it back, he would have burst into tears.

 It’s not good for tigers to see.

 He raised his sleeves and quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, and then walked quickly into the house.

 The little guy hiding behind the door.

 Apparently, he heard the conversation between the two people in the yard, and now his gloomy eyes were filled with light.

“Grandpa, are we going on a long trip?”

 “Yes, Huzi, Brother Kunlun will take you to treat... Go to his house as a guest.”

 See the little guy and ask.

Old Shen smiled and touched his head.

　　A smile suddenly appeared on Huzi's face, and he couldn't wait to run to his house.

 It didn’t take much time.

The grandfather and grandson each came out carrying a baggage.

 I said it was tidying up, but in fact I just picked up a few changes of clothes.

 “Come, Huzi, give me the baggage.”

Kunlun, who was waiting in the courtyard, stepped forward with a smile and took the bundle from his hand.

Old Shen looked at Huamaguai and Zhang Yunqiao who had entered the door with an apologetic look.

Just now while they were cleaning up.

Kunlun went out and briefly explained the matter.

 “It’s going to be troublesome for you two to take care of me along the way.”

 “Where are you, Master Shen, you are so polite.”

Huama waved her hands and said with a gentle expression.

Kunlun has never been like this in so many years. Since it is so strong this time, there is a reason for it. How can Huamaguai not understand?

“Guaizi, where is Old Uncle Jiu?”

 “I already said hello when I came, we are here to take you back.”

 Hear this.

Kunlun's last lingering heart finally fell back into his stomach.

The group quickly mounted their horses and rode through the city. When they passed the city gate, the former Adjutant Lin was also there. They saw the group of people in the distance and had already gotten up early.

 See the situation.

 Old Shen almost went to retrieve the long sword hanging on the side of the horse's back.

 He has been in Changsha City for many years.

How could I not know that guy?

 With guns at hand, they bully and dominate the market and do many evil things.

 A group of people stood up in a hurry. In his opinion, they definitely had no good intentions.

 “Master Shen, don’t be nervous.”

"It's fine."

Huamaguai noticed it anyway, smiled at him and shook his head.

Seeing him like this, Old Shen didn't dare to let down his guard. He always held the hilt of the sword with his big hand, just in case the gang got into trouble, and he was prepared.

only…

 The group of people walked straight past with their horses in hand.

The adjutant surnamed Lin, instead of trying to stop and embarrass him, instead bowed his head and stooped all the way with a smile on his face. From the beginning to the end, Kunlun and others didn't even look at him except Huama Guaiji who said a few words.

  But including Adjutant Lin.

 But no one dared to say a word.

Even after leaving the city gate for a while, Old Shen looked back and saw that the guys were still watching from a distance.

 Until this moment.

He finally understood.

Although we are all from Jianghu, the gap between them is thousands of miles.

 From here, we can also get a glimpse of the horror of the Chen family.

Mingming is far away in Xiangyin, but even here in Changsha City, he has to give him face.

 No wonder Huamaguai is so calm and calm.

 In his heart, he became more and more surprised and longed for Shopkeeper Chen.

Wait until you get out of the city.

 The group had almost no delay.

We arrived at Chenjiazhuang the next morning.

This is because I am still worried that my grandfather and grandson cannot bear to travel long distances, so I slow down. Otherwise, if we really have to rush, we can get there in half a day.

 Arrived outside the village.

Saw the gate tower that was no weaker than Xiangyin City.

Even the well-informed old man Shen couldn't help but be stunned.

 A village is better than a town.

What is even more surprising is that the people coming and going outside the city seem to be farmers who are attached to the Chen family, but they are all cleanly dressed and full of energy.

 There is no flavor at all.

You should know that even in Changsha, the provincial capital, there are countless refugees and beggars outside the city.

 In a year of natural disasters and famine.

 The shanties outside the city can stretch for almost ten miles.

 They are all poor people waiting to be given porridge.

 Chenjiazhuang is so rich and prosperous.

After passing the outer city and entering the inner city, Old Shen was even more amazed.

There are row upon row of high-rise buildings and courtyards, and there are also vast lakes stretching as far as the eye can see.

Da da-

Just as he was looking around curiously.

Suddenly there was the sound of horse hooves in the distance.

Old Shen subconsciously raised his head and saw a group of three people arriving.

A woman in a red dress, a Taoist carrying a big bow, and a young man carrying a spear or some other weapon.

Looking at the three people from a distance.

 The exclamation on his face quickly disappeared and turned into a trace of solemnity.

 Between the galloping horses.

 The aura of the three of them is stronger than the other.

 They are all clearly top-notch martial arts masters.

 “Kuaizi, Kunlun, I’ll wait until you come back.”

Hearing Zhuang Ding’s report, Miss Hong couldn’t wait to greet him.

 “I’m back, I’m back.”

 “Honggu…”

Kunlun said hello with a smile, and was about to ask about the shopkeeper's whereabouts. Unexpectedly, before he could say anything, a sharp, knife-like gaze came straight at him. At the same time, a sound like breaking gold exploded in his ears. open.

 “Are you Kunlun?”

 “I’m in Xia Yangfang, I’ve been waiting for a long time.”

“Shopkeeper Chen promised me that he would have a fight with me when he returns to the village!”

 (End of this chapter)