Zhang Ziyu taught the improved Baguazhang to Taoist Master Simu and his senior brother.
This Baguazhang is not only the sixty-four hands of the Gong family, but also contains the essence of Bagua Zhang from other sects in the world, plus the core of Maoshan Bagua Zhang here. It can be regarded as the master of Bagua Zhang.
Taoist Priest Four Eyes is indeed an old man. He has practiced Baguazhang for many years and has a really good foundation. He basically mastered this ancient martial art of Baguazhang in half a day.
He stood in the yard, and the pile method came into being. His body was like a pine tree, and his energy was connected in one place, as if he was in concentration.
Zhang Ziyu felt it for a moment, and immediately found that the Qi and blood in Taoist Priest Simu's body were surging like a river, passionate and turbulent, and it was tempered and condensed little by little.
In less than two hours, Taoist Priest Four Eyes' muscles and bones sounded like tigers and leopards, and he unexpectedly stepped into the realm of a master of martial arts in one fell swoop.
Zhang Ziyu sighed: "It is indeed extraordinary to accumulate Qi and blood after being single for decades."
"You brat, aren't you afraid that your master will beat you to death and bury you in this yard?"
Zhang Ziyu turned around and saw that Master Yixiu next door had arrived in the yard at some unknown time.
"Master, why did you come out?"
Master Yixiu said with a smile: "Hey, Qingqing said there was thunder outside and asked me to come out to collect medicinal materials, but now it seems that fellow Taoist Four Eyes has succeeded in his cultivation."
Buddhism also has a method of observing qi, and it is particularly sensitive to qi and blood. At a glance, I saw that the four-eyed Taoist priest's qi and blood were like rainbows, flowing like mercury, and his physical body was extremely powerful.
"Master, does Taoist Master have something wrong with his body? That he can actually make noises?"
Qingqing came over at this time and looked at the four-eyed Taoist priest with a puzzled look in surprise.
"Qingqing, you girl, don't talk nonsense. Fellow Daoist Four Eyes, your body has been successfully cultivated, and your energy and blood are like a rainbow. You are much more powerful than me."
"Humph, you smelly monk is quite discerning."
Taoist Priest Four Eyes had finished exercising his skills at this time, woke up, and looked at Master Yixiu with great dignity.
"Amitabha, after you have cultivated your four-eye body, you can live a few more years. Eighty-year-old is definitely not a problem."
The two of them are old enemies, and there was nothing they could say in this meeting without getting choked up. They were always ridiculing each other when they opened their mouths.
Practitioners live to be eighty. I'm just kidding. Isn't this a curse on others for having a short life?
Taoist Master Simu's eyes suddenly widened: "Smelly monk, if you don't know how to speak, just keep your mouth shut. How about we try two tricks?"
"Fighting and killing is not what the poor monk wants. Simu, you are getting angry."
"snort"
"Jia Le, what are you doing here? Why don't you start practicing soon?"
After arguing for a while, Master Yixiu left Qingqing alone and went back to deal with his own medicinal materials.
After being ripped off by Zhang Ziyu last time when he was away from home, he was still a little worried, thinking that some wild beast would come into the yard and destroy the herbs.
So try to pick the mature medicinal materials, clean them, and then dry them and store them.
Both master and apprentice have been very busy these two days.
As for Brother Zhang Ziyu, Qian Jiale was directly sent out by Four Eyes to stand up. Standing up using the Guwu Baguazhang method was much more tiring than Mabu. After a while, Qian Jiale was shaking all over and sweating profusely.
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Of course, Qian Jiale just worked hard, but Zhang Ziyu was a little miserable.
The four-eyed Taoist master practices the art of the Qingshen lineage, and his fighting style is more direct and reckless.
And now he has also begun to ask gods to become a disciple, so naturally the same practice is indispensable.
If at the beginning, Zhang Ziyu used mystical skills, ancient martial arts, and practiced the Thirteen Taibao Golden Bell Shield, Bibo Heart Sutra internal skills, plus the giant python inner armor, the tyrant three-piece armor set, with the blessing of six-in-one, and the master
It's no problem to fight and carry it, so sparring is nothing.
But the current situation is that the four-eyed Taoist Master is an ancient martial arts master, a proficient master of the new Baguazhang, a powerful qi-blood, a giant python inner armor, and a tyrant three-piece set. In addition to the upper body of the ancestor and the foundation-building cultivation level,
Many in one.
Zhang Ziyu was beaten every day in the mountains by the four-eyed Taoist Priest, who taught him how to use the secret techniques while beating him.
He had reason to suspect that his master was just seeking revenge and wanted to get back all the revenge he had written down in his notebook.
Fortunately, equipped with body protection, the pain is really painful, but it is not a bruise or swollen face.
"When the brat comes again, you need to be calm and firm in your mind when praying to God. This way, the power of the incense you invoke will be more powerful and you will be able to persevere."
Taoist Priest Four Eyes spoke very seriously, and he was really giving guidance to Zhang Ziyu.
Zhang Ziyu lay on the ground, rolling his eyes and saying, "Master, you've had enough. I've been beating you for several days. Praying to God is not a normal practice. I can't do it overnight."
"Smelly boy"
When Taoist Master Four Eyes heard this, he glared at him, but he still dissipated the incense power from his body and recovered from his muscular man state.
Zhang Ziyu also stood up, and then said: "Master, how about I give my senior brother a giant python inner armor and a set of tyrant armor, and you can go and learn from him?"
"You want your senior brother to die quickly, right?"
Zhang Ziyu curled his lips and said, "As an old man, you also know that you and I are very skilled in sparring, right?"
Taoist Master Simu looked embarrassed and said confidently: "It's just a normal matter that we can't hold back."
The two exchanged some words, but Taoist Priest Simu said seriously: "Ziyu, it's a good thing that you are willing to help my senior brother, but I won't give you the tyrant armor for now, just give me a giant python armor for self-defense. I'm afraid he will be too much."
Relying on the tyrant's armor and then becoming lazy in cultivation."
He also has good intentions. The two apprentices have different talents. Zhang Ziyu is extremely talented. Even this special equipment was refined by him, which means there is no over-reliance on him.
But Jiale is not good enough. We have to lay a good foundation and work slowly.
The two returned to the wooden house. Qian Jiale was still practicing his boxing stance hard. In front of him was a large casserole, which was filled with steam and exuded a faint fragrance.
"Master, you are finally back. What a delicious meal you made."
Qian Jiale was practicing Qigong and helping his master watch the fire at the same time. It was a double torture, and he was swallowing hard while talking.
"Didn't you eat secretly?"
"No."
"Quite honest."
Taoist Master Four Eyes nodded: "Go to the kitchen and get two bowls. Share them with your junior brother. Not a drop is left. You must finish them. After you finish eating, go to practice immediately."
"I'll go right away!" Qian Jiale went to the kitchen without stopping and got three large bowls and kuaizi, then returned to the yard and stared at the big casserole.
Taoist priest Esimu opened the lid of the pot, and the rich aroma instantly wafted out. It turned out to be a pot of rich and milky chicken soup.
Purine warning, wind pain warning.
Zhang Ziyu swallowed and then recited the health warning silently.
Jiale divided the chicken soup into three parts and handed it to his master first, then his junior brother, and finally himself.
Although he didn't say it, it was obvious that his own bowl had the least meat and the most soup.
The four-eyed Taoist priest immediately smiled when he saw it, and thought to himself: "Good boy, stupid people have stupid blessings, you deserve to drink so much."
This is no ordinary chicken soup. Thirty-year-old ginseng, astragalus, rhodiola, Ganoderma lucidum... More than ten medicinal herbs are boiled into a pot of tonic to replenish qi and blood. The nutrients are all in the soup.
Each pot requires at least two or three small yellow croakers.
If he hadn't been worried that his disciples couldn't bear the medicinal power of century-old ginseng, Taoist Master Simu would have really dared to use the old ginseng medicinal decoction.
Jiale didn't know medical skills, so he thought that meat was the most precious, just like soup.
Little did they know that this soup was the most precious.
Zhang Ziyu and Taoist Master Si Mu drank their share without saying anything. Qian Jiale was kind-hearted and he was the weakest one. It was his turn to replenish his qi and blood so that he could practice the new Baguazhang and polish his body.
Qian Jiale drank it in one gulp and wiped his mouth. It tasted really good.
"Jia Le, does it taste good?"
"It's delicious. Master, when can we make it again?"
"Don't worry, I'll eat it once a week from now on."
"Come on, Jiale, put this on."
Jiale was still lamenting that happiness came so quickly and was in a state of confusion. Taoist Master Simu smiled kindly and handed him a beautiful inner armor.
"Master, what is this?"
"The giant python inner armor that your junior brother gave you as a gift is considered a low-grade magic weapon."
"Thank you, junior brother."
Upon hearing this, Qian Jiale realized that he was indeed a good junior brother. Although he always took advantage of the situation and let me take the blame, he still cared about his senior brother.
“No thanks, no thanks”
I hope you will still be grateful for a while.
Zhang Ziyu laughed dryly. He was so shameless. Wouldn't his conscience hurt if his master deceived his apprentice like this?
Qian Jiale didn't know his situation yet, so he happily put on his inner armor.
He looked up and down, moved his body, and found that it really fit him.
"Jia Le, how do you feel?"
"It fits very well, but it's a little hot, but that's probably because the bowl of soup just now was too hot."
Taoist priest Si Mu narrowed his eyes: "It's hot, so pack your things and come practice Baguazhang with me."
Qian Jiale:?
Qian Jiale finally realized the dangers of the world and was beaten up by Taoist Priest Simu in the yard.
Although he didn't deal with Zhang Ziyu so harshly, his whole body was still sore and he didn't stop until the power of the medicine subsided and his energy and blood had condensed for a few minutes.
For several days in a row, the three masters and apprentices have been cultivating Qi and blood and polishing their bodies. Of course, necessary Qi training is also one of the daily tasks.
Time passed day by day, and finally one morning, the noise of the distant path broke the peace in the mountains.