"So, is that stubborn donkey Zhuang Xun ready to agree? It's really surprising, right? It's because of the incident involving his eldest son that he had no choice but to do it. Zhuang Tong, the son, looks smart but is actually a fool."
Shen Quan is forty-three years old. His face is covered with scars, which makes him look ferocious and terrifying, but he has bright eyes that even young people cannot compare with.
At this time, he was sitting high on the throne of the school observation platform, watching more than a thousand Thunder Dragon Gang members in the school field below, practicing sword skills in the morning light.
The swords of more than a thousand people were shining brightly, and their roars were like thunder. A look of satisfaction appeared on Shen Quan's face, but there was a slight hint of contentment in his eyes.
"What's next? With Zhuang Xun's temperament, there should be something else to ask for?"
There was no one else beside him, only a man in brown clothes. He was not dressed as a member of the Thunder Dragon Gang, but as a slave. At this time, he bowed and said: "That's right! Master clearly sees that Zhuang Xun wants to ask the gang leader to send him Someone took action to save him from this bad breath. If he could kill the person who hurt his beloved son, he would be willing to offer those flaming wind boots!"
"Flame Wind Boots? The rumored pair? It's something his son used. Give it to me? But it can be sold for four to five hundred taels of gold. Our Thunder Dragon Gang's annual income is no more than this."
Chen Quan curled his lips, and his sarcasm became more intense: "But to destroy Zhuang Wudao? He is really brave! He was able to board Beitang Wan'er's carriage, and the steward of the Beitang family personally sent thirty carriages Such a generous gift. How can he afford to offend Beitang Wan'er, who has won the favor of Beitang Wan'er? That girl will be in trouble in the future. Even I have to stay away now."
The man in brown clothes laughed along with him: "Although Zhuang Xunren is smart, he is not very well-informed. Maybe he doesn't know about this yet."
"That's right!"
Chen Quan thought for a moment: "Speaking of Zhuang Wudao, his brother Qin Feng is also extraordinary. He is planning to build a vegetable market in Yufu Street recently. It is a business that makes money every day. Qin Feng has great ambitions! I am very optimistic about it. With the support of the Beitang family, he might be able to keep pace with me in a few decades. Okay, let's settle the marriage and let Zhuang Xun send his daughter over as soon as possible so that I can have a taste. As for Zhuang Wu Tao, I will keep it in mind and talk about it when I have the opportunity in the future."
The man in brown understood and knew that Shen Quan had not made any promise at all. He said that he had kept it in mind, but he may not necessarily take action in the future. If Zhuang Wudao can become a successful person, there is no need for the Thunder Dragon Gang to provoke him. But if Zhuang Wu Dao has been abandoned and alienated by the Beitang family. If he takes action at that time, he can give Zhuang Xun an explanation.
"I understand, I will reply to him now."
Just as he was about to start, he saw Shen Quan suddenly stand up, his eyes serious. The man in brown followed his eyes and saw a white shadow flying down in the air. It was a falcon with pure white feathers, hovering in the sky. In front of Chen Quan, there was a piece of letter in his mouth.
A pair of sharp eyes stared at the two of them with a sense of oppression.
Gu Yue?
As soon as the man in brown clothes looked at it, he knew that this falcon was a spiritual bird raised by the Gu Yue family. It had the strength equivalent to the sixth level of the Qi Lian Building and had a deep understanding of human nature.
In the great chaos a few years ago, it was this eagle that pecked out the brains of three Qi-training monks and saved the lives of more than a dozen direct descendants of the Gu Yue family.
It is said that the people of the Gu Yue family do not regard it as a beast, but as a family member, a member of the clan who can be entrusted with important responsibilities.
Chen Quan bowed first, and then took the letter carefully. After looking at it for a few times, he immediately smiled.
"What a coincidence! Hu Li, go and tell Zhuang Xun that in the next few days, I will definitely be able to give him an explanation! Brother Yao, I also want to tell you that within ten days, I will be able to take down Zhuang Wudao." head."
The man in brown clothes named Hu Li couldn't help being slightly shocked. Hearing what Chen Quan meant, it was the young master from the Gu Yue family who also wanted to take Zhuang Wudao's life.
What is going on with this guy? He has the favor of the young lady from the Beitang family, but he offends the young master of the Gu Yue family?
There was a bit of doubt in Chen Quan's eyes, but it soon faded away. His power, wealth, and wealth all came from Gu Yue's family. No matter what the reason was, he had no room for rejection, and he also wanted to Try your best to handle the matters assigned by the Gu Yue family as properly and beautifully as possible.
The gang can now find two Qi practitioners and more than ten people in the Marrow Realm. However, it is said that Zhuang Wudao is very powerful. I am afraid these people are not enough. Attacking the courtyard directly will definitely alarm the Beitang family. It is best to send people Lead it out. To be on the safe side, it’s best to add some insurance to make sure everything is foolproof.
"Hu Li! After you come back from the banker, go to Hanchun Tower again and ask Mr. Mo Da to come to me!"
Hu Li's body was shocked. Hanchun Tower is a brothel, and Mr. Mo Da is an accomplished Qi practitioner. His real name is Mo Yunkuang. He stays in Hanchun Tower all year round to look for flowers and willows. All the expenses are paid by Leilong Hall.
Although this Mr. Mo Da is only a monk on the first level of Qi Training Building, his strength is extraordinary and he has a very powerful stunt. Even three or five people of the same level cannot compete with him.
Is Shen Quan too cautious when he invites this person for Zhuang Wudao?
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A few days later, Zhuang Wudao sat blankly in his spiritual chamber, staring at the sky in a daze.
He had just finished practicing Yunjian Jue. As the 'sword' hidden in his chest and abdomen gradually grew stronger and sharper, the feeling of bloating under his left rib became more and more obvious. ,
For seven consecutive days, I failed to open this 'pseudo spiritual aperture'. Whether it was special insights or emotional changes, there was nothing.
It seems that if you just follow the steps step by step, you will get the trick naturally after twenty days.
Zhuang Wudao sighed secretly in his heart and heard Yun'er talk about it. If it were enlightened by enlightenment, the power of the condensed pseudo-mystical art would be stronger, but this is something that can only happen but cannot be sought.
On the other hand, his big monument-smashing hand was already a whole new level at this time. The fascia, skin and bones on his hands had been strengthened to an extreme, and the meridians were connected. Whenever he waved his palms, his upper body would be filled with khaki-colored gangsters. Qi. When combined with the Bull Demon Yuan Ba Body, which is also an earth element technique, they complement each other.
It's a pity that he doesn't have a suitable opponent to test the power of this unique skill. He can only use rocks to vent his anger. However, the rocks in the rockery in his backyard have been completely destroyed by his secret technique of smashing the monument. Shattered. In order to avoid Qin Feng's trouble, these stones seemed to be intact on the outside, but turned into some loose powder inside.
But even so, it didn't test the ultimate level of his power.
"Twenty oxen? The peak of marrow training is basically the power of one ox. A slightly better one can be as powerful as two or three bison. Even if it is extremely powerful, I was like this before. And once you get started with the Bull Demon Xuan Tyrant Body, you can It has the strength of ten oxen. Yun'er also said that the force exertion technique of the Big Monument Slammer can increase the force by up to eight times. Even if the two techniques cannot be taken into account when gathering strength, it will not only increase the force by two times. I'm afraid it is More than thirty oxen, right?"
Ordinary first-level qi-training monks who practice first-class martial arts only have between ten and fifteen oxen of strength.
If, in addition to this power, the form and intention of Liuhe Xingyi Quan are integrated into the Big Tablet Slammer, the power of this palm technique will be even more incredible.
The meridians of the arms are connected, which has another benefit. When Zhuang Wudao performs Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger, Liuhe Xingyi Fist, the power can also be doubled.
In addition, part of the remaining medicinal power of the Blood Essence Pill was used by Zhuang Wudao to open up the foot veins.
His body didn't get much faster because of this, but his feet were even more stable. As long as he stood still, his body was like a rock, unshakable.
Now all that is left is the understanding of Liuhe Xingyiquan. In fact, there is no need to get started. As long as you can thoroughly control the core of the boxing method of integrating body and mind, and integrating heart and spirit, you can start practicing Qi.
Every day, your strength can be improved by one point. With Yun'er's guidance, there are almost no bottlenecks.
Only this Yunjian Jue——
With a helpless sigh, Zhuang Wudao stood up. He now practices for two hours in the morning and three hours in the afternoon every day, taking a medicinal bath and taking a nap in between to relieve fatigue.
Do this every day, never increase the amount, and never practice less than half a moment. Only in this way can you not hurt your body.
The rest of the time is spent reading and painting to cultivate his temperament. Zhuang Wudao likes to read, but he didn't have this condition before. Books are too expensive, so he is very hungry. As for writing and painting, it was Yun'er's suggestion.
After becoming a monk, if you want to achieve something in the spiritual path, you need to be able to draw talismans and be able to skillfully draw forbidden spirit patterns. He only has more than a month to generate true essence. So now he needs to
Ready.
When he writes and paints, he does not seek perfection or beauty, nor does he seek any connotation. He only seeks his brushwork to be consistent and uninterrupted.
To put your own "meaning" into the tip of your pen, the more complex the structure of the words, the better, and the mountain scenery is the best for painting. It is important to draw the mountains and the mountains with just one stroke.
This also involves Liuhe Xingyi Quan. Zhuang Wudao feels the beauty of this boxing more and more. It is truly a unique skill that can be practiced both internally and externally. After practicing for a long time, Zhuang Wudao can also feel the sense of Qi in his body.
And the portion is not small,
This is the case for those who are getting started with the internal Qigong method. With the "Qi" in the body, when the quantity of Qi is sufficient and the Qi can be purified to a certain level, the Qi can generate spiritual energy and become a Qi training monk.
Many internal martial arts skills are better than those of outsiders. Especially those who are good at secret strength, sometimes they hurt you without being able to detect it. It is extremely scary.
It's a pity that although Zhuang Wudao can be regarded as a master of both internal and external cultivation, he can't use these qi for the time being. He needs to truly reach the state of "what the heart sends out, and what the mind wants to do, punch", which is a pity.
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The Yunjian Jue was completed in one day, and all the energy and blood in his body had calmed down. Zhuang Wudao's homework this morning was considered over.
However, looking at the incense burner on the side, the incense stick used for timing has not been completely burned. Zhuang Wudao's heart moved, and he pressed his tongue against the tip of his lower jaw and tried to pronounce it.
"Ten years old——"
It is exactly the "ten years of life" in which "life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable, alone in a tomb thousands of miles away, with nowhere to talk"
After just three syllables, Zhuang Wudao felt unbearable pain all over his body, as if his bones had been shaken apart.