Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

In the teahouse on Xinhe Street.

Zhang Yao walked in slowly, and immediately a doctor of tea recognized this regular visitor.

"Doctor Zhang is here, please sit down quickly."

Dr. Tea warmly greeted him, and said with a smile on his face, "It's still the same, a pot of Maojian?"

"Um."

Zhang Yao nodded, sat on the table and waited for a while, Dr. Tea quickly delivered a pot of tea.

He picked up the teacup and listened to the side of the teahouse lobby, where the storyteller was sitting behind the table, holding a folding fan, talking endlessly:

"...The 'Wind Chasing Sword' Chu Xingge is really a top-notch player. He has defeated several famous people in Jiangdu in a row!"

"Let's start with his battle half a month ago with the head of the Changlin Escort, the famous 'Dragon Spear' Guan Sheng..."

While describing the details of the battle that day, he kept making gestures with a folding fan in his hand, as if he had watched it himself.

In his description, he uses words and sentences and changes in tone very cleverly. He also knows how to enliven the atmosphere and arouse expectations.

"Wind Chasing Sword Chu Xingge?"

Zhang Yao enjoyed this performance, and thought casually:

"Probably another one, just like that Lu Cang?"

In troubled times, there are always people who want to get ahead by force.

Many martial arts masters don't want to be guarded by others, or to be a priest and be driven by others, so opening a martial arts gym or an escort agency has become the choice of these people.

Even if you want to do something else, if you want to make a living out of martial arts, you have to make a name for yourself first. Naturally, various challenges and fights are indispensable.

There used to be such outsiders in Changping City. As the capital of Jiangzhou, Jiangdu, such people are like crucian carp crossing the river.

In these short three years, he had heard many similar cases, but these people often ended badly.

"... But after the battle that day, the old man of the Feng family personally invited him, and after hearing about the banquet, he ran into him in the garden of Feng's mansion..."

Half an hour later, the storyteller finished talking about several battles, and changed the subject on the spot, and began to tell some gossip and anecdotes about the "Zhoufeng Sword".

The atmosphere in the teahouse had been gradually cooling down, but now it suddenly rose again. Many spectators and listeners looked excited and curious, and listened to his narration with relish.

Fighting and fighting among masters in the rivers and lakes is certainly exciting, but how can it compare to this?

"Good guy, it's different when you're hot, and there's even a scandal..."

Just as Zhang Yao was about to leave, he sat down again, poured another pot of tea, and continued listening with great interest.

When the storyteller told these things, his choice of words and tone were quite ambiguous. Although he didn't point it out clearly, it made people even more imaginative.

The spectators and audience in the audience all showed tacit smiles, and they all booed and asked the storyteller to talk more.

The most impatient spectators, while shouting loudly, also threw copper coins one after another, proving their enthusiasm with practical actions.

For a moment, there was a chaotic sound of jingling, and the storyteller was smiling, and moistened his throat at that time, ready to make persistent efforts.

"Um?"

Zhang Yao frowned indiscernibly, hesitated for a moment, and sat on the spot without moving.

"Shua!"

A ray of sword light is like a sword, like a silver bottle bursting and water squirting out, spanning a distance of several feet in an instant!

"ah!!"

The storyteller yelled in horror, the folding fan in his hand had been chopped into two pieces, and the sharp point of the sword pointed at his throat, less than an inch.

"..."

There was a sudden silence in the lobby of the teahouse, and a needle could be heard.

Many spectators and listeners stared blankly at this scene, never expecting such a thing to happen.

"This, this lord..."

The storyteller's lips trembled, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he was about to say something when he was interrupted.

"Shut your beak!"

The young swordsman holding a sword, his handsome face was full of frost, his eyes were full of anger and disgust, and said coldly:

"Where did you hear this? Huh?! Or did you make it up yourself?"

As soon as this remark came out, the many spectators in the teahouse suddenly realized—good guy, this is the right owner!

No one expected that Chu Xingge, the "Chasing Wind Sword" who has been in the limelight recently in Jiangdu, actually lives near Xinhe Street, and happened to bump into a storyteller to arrange him.

It's hard to argue with being caught right now.

"Master Chu, I, I'm just asking for food..."

The storyteller was terrified, and responded tremblingly.

But such an answer obviously did not satisfy Chu Xingge, but it only made the anger in his eyes slightly lower.

After this question and answer, the shopkeeper of the teahouse also rushed over. After apologizing and offering gifts, he vaguely pointed out the background of the owner, so that Chu Xingge finally took back the sword.

"Next time you let me hear you talking nonsense, I will cut off your tongue!"

He didn't take the apology from the shopkeeper, he just left a cold sentence and left without looking back.

After being frightened by this, the storyteller turned pale, obviously unable to go on stage again, the shopkeeper kept apologizing and waived everyone's money for tea and snacks.

"The inner family's kung fu is complete, and it seems that they are less than thirty years old. The talent is amazing, even better than Qing Zhuo."

Zhang Yao looked at Chu Xingge's leaving back and touched his chin:

"The most important thing is that she looks pretty..."

Now he understands why this "Wind Chasing Sword" has been sought after by everyone and rumored to be rumored not long after he came to Jiangdu.

Zhang Yao thought that his appearance was not bad, but compared with this "Wind Chasing Sword" Chu Xingge, he was slightly inferior.

"Let's see what happens to this man."

Zhang Yao left leisurely with the mentality of watching fun.

…………

For the next half month, Zhang Yao could always hear about that "Zhuifengjian".

There are three great masters in Jiangdu, but the number of top masters is still limited, their status is noble, and they will not end easily.

Thanks to this, "Chasing the Wind Sword" Chu Xingge defeated many famous masters in a row. Because of his age and appearance, his reputation is getting bigger and bigger, and many forces have already contacted him.

From Zhang Yao's point of view:

Chu Xingge's internal family's true inheritance is complete, and he has already started to practice external martial arts. Even if he is only in the realm of minor success, his strength is stable and outnumbered by many consummated warriors. It is not surprising to have this record.

Judging from his age, even the hope of becoming a grandmaster in the future is not small, and the major forces will definitely be tempted.

Ten days later:

That evening, Zhang Yao was sitting under a big locust tree by the street, playing chess with a rich old man.

There are several others playing chess here like them, and some people not far away are enjoying the cool air, and in the casual chat, they mentioned that Zhuifengjian again.

"...Really? He actually had a conflict with the Yamen?"

"Where did this news come from? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"The news should be true. I just heard about it. I don't know the specific reason, but..."