Just when Mr. Changqing was feeling depressed, he sensed someone approaching outside. He made a little judgment and asked, "Is it Mr. Su's problem?"
Su Wangting, who had just stepped into the house, was a little surprised: "Sir, you have a good ear, but you pointed it out before I even spoke."
"I don't listen by my ears." Mr. Changqing explained bluntly: "Although Manager Su is restrained in his words and deeds, the temperament he exudes cannot be easily changed."
Su Wangting asked: "Oh? The sage said, 'Quality is better than literature, which leads to wildness, and literature is better than quality, which is history.' Is this the kind of temperament you are referring to?"
"This is the Confucian way of governing." Mr. Changqing hesitated a little: "I didn't realize that Manager Su actually studied Confucian classics."
"Studying is not really a word, it's just knowing a few words." Su Wangting smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Master Su, you are saying that words are better than quality." Mr. Changqing said without mercy: "You are interested in questioning my abilities, but you use false words to hide yourself. There is no trace of sincerity."
Su Wangting opened his mouth in surprise, and then said: "Mr., let me laugh. In the past, I was in charge of Baochang Club and dealt with people from all walks of life, so I couldn't avoid being frivolous. As a Taoist master, I naturally don't bother to get involved in such mediocre world affairs."
"If you want to scold me for not living up to expectations, you can just say so." Mr. Changqing snorted coldly.
"Sir, you are being serious. I just want to say that due to past experiences, Daoist Master Xie does not want to be exposed in the Protector's Mansion. Sir, there is no need to push too hard." Su Wangting said kindly.
Mr. Changqing was about to refute, but suddenly fell silent again. He heard Su Wangting continue to say: "To be honest, sir, Daochang Xie is able to serve as a guest in the Duhu Mansion, and I, the Baochang Society, also secretly contributed, so there are some things that don't need to be made explicit.
, just leave room for each other."
"It seems that Manager Su not only has Prime Minister Lu as his backer, but also has arrangements in the Protector's Mansion. No wonder he can earn a large amount of property." Mr. Changqing chuckled.
"Ashamed... Thanks to Taoist Priest for his treatment, my husband's eyes will be fully recovered soon," Su Wangting said.
Mr. Changqing guessed that the other party would not come without any trouble, so he asked: "Is it possible that Mr. Su is anxious for me to use my eyes?"
Su Wangting said: "We have roughly explored the location of the Tianchi, which is located in the deep mountains southeast of Luntai County, Tingzhou. According to local sayings, the Tianchi in that mountain has always been quite mysterious. It is even said that there are dragons lurking and gods flying.
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"Are you sure that the Tianchi is the blessed land spiritual acupoint?" Mr. Changqing asked eagerly.
"It's not possible yet, so I'd like to ask you, sir, and several magicians from the Protectorate to review the details." Su Wangting said, "Tianchi is located deep in the mountains. If you send a large army there rashly, you may be aware of the enemy's movements."
"I understand. The Great Protector of Qi hopes to gather a small number of elite soldiers and horses to rush to Tianchi to investigate the situation together with the warlocks in the mansion." Mr. Changqing thought for a moment and did not agree immediately: "But I am curious as to why Manager Su would do this.
Tell me about this? When you are working for Mr. Lu, shouldn’t you exclude me as an outsider? This will prevent anyone from competing with you for credit.”
"At this time, there is no need to worry too much." Su Wangting said: "I admire Mr. Changqing's ability and insight. With Mr. Chang coming forward, many problems will be easily solved."
Mr. Changqing was silent for a while after hearing this, and then said: "I underestimated Manager Su before. You are too talented to be a businessman in the Western Regions. I think Wen Changshi and his like are far inferior to you."
"Sir, you are so complimentary." Su Wangting said.
"But I still don't know something." Mr. Chang Qing asked: "The Protector-General of Qi is an old British official. Even if Mr. Wu is killed by demons, your Baochang Society is destined to be blamed. Are you not afraid of the Protector-General of Qi?"
Are we going to cause trouble for you afterwards? You know, no matter how big the backer is, Mr. Lu, the Protector of Qi still has the final say in the Western Region."
"The Protector-General is the Protector-General, and the British Duke is the British Duke." Su Wangting said in a subtle tone: "That's it. Sir is smart and should understand."
Mr. Changqing was slightly startled and said: "I really didn't expect this level. Manager Su is really smart and has learned a lesson."
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Late at night, inside Baochangfang.
Cheng Sanwu took off his shirt and held a big gun in both hands, stabbing, pricking, picking, sweeping, poking, splitting, and smashing in various ways.
The spear head flashed silver in the moonlight, and although it hit the air with force, it made bursts of wind-piercing sounds. If it had stabbed an ordinary person, it would have been filled with bloody holes.
At this time, a burst of green smoke fell on the roof, revealing Afu's figure. She looked at Cheng Sanwu sweating profusely, and the big gun in his hand danced faster and faster, like a dragon or snake writhing, trying to crush everything in its path.
After one round of the drill, Cheng Sanwu stood with his gun in his hand and said without looking back: "Have you seen enough?"
"Not allowed to watch?" Afu enjoyed the feeling of the breeze blowing through her hair at night: "Or are you like those Central Plains martial arts sects who don't allow others to peep and learn secretly?"
"I don't have those stinky rules." Cheng Sanwu stretched his chest, shoulders, and relaxed his muscles: "I just don't like being stared at when I'm practicing martial arts. I feel uncomfortable."
"You and Qi Zhiyi hang out everywhere these days, and it's rare to see you practicing martial arts." Afu said with a smile: "People who practice martial arts are addicted to drinking and sex, aren't they afraid of emptying their bodies?"
"That was someone else, I wouldn't do this." Cheng Sanwu put the big gun aside, then took a wet cloth to wipe himself.
Under the moonlight in the dark night, Cheng Sanwu's sinewy, burly upper body can be described as thrilling in the eyes of ordinary women, but Afu didn't care. A pair of green eyes seemed to want to see through the truth hidden under the skin.
inner.
"That night when we went to the Fire Worship Temple, you sent out a punch and forced the false leader back. Why haven't you used it before?" Afu asked.
Cheng Sanwu paused and looked down at the basin in front of him. A blurry face emerged. After a moment of silence, he replied: "It's not surprising that at the critical moment of life and death, martial arts cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds."
"If you could break through casually, then there would probably be so many masters in the world." Afu obviously didn't believe it: "The Taoist sect uses the handle of the Big Dipper as a beam, and the handle points in four directions. In the practice of Taoism, the hook is
Recruiting the Qi of Tiangang can transform the five elements, transport hundreds of qi, be fierce and upright, and can best kill evil and destroy demons. The name Gangqi used in world martial arts refers to the state where the inner energy is condensed and penetrates the outer body. Gangqi
Not only can it kill people if it passes by, it can also break laws and create spells."
Cheng Sanwu threw away the cloth, put on his shirt, and said casually: "You know so much, you are worthy of being a big shot in the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
"I'm not a big shot." Afu said with a smile, "Do you know how many people in Daxia have mastered Gang Qi?"
"have no idea."
"Only about two hundred people." Afu said.
"Isn't that great?" Cheng Sanwu didn't care.
Afu shook his head slightly: "Practicing Gang Qi is just a matter of reaching a higher level in martial arts. However, when actually fighting against an enemy, not everyone can activate Gang Qi at will."
"Why?" Cheng Sanwu asked.
"Gang Qi is the internal energy that is condensed to the extreme and emitted from the inside out. But no matter how you say it, once it is released outward, it will be wasted and wasted." Afu said: "Of course there are masters in this world who can use fists and palms.
The force can be used to hit four to five feet away, but if you really have this ability, the power of your fists at close range will only be greater. With this energy and strength, you can wield a weapon, and even ordinary iron can be compared to a divine weapon.
"Not to mention others, if Su Wangting could put aside his secular duties and devote himself to martial arts training for more than ten years, he should be able to develop Gang Qi. But the Gang Qi he exerts may not be as fierce and powerful as his pair of iron palms.
Shen.”
Cheng Sanwu frowned: "According to what you say, wouldn't it be a waste of practice to practice this strength?"
"Warriors at this level mostly use Gang Qi to protect their bodies. Especially on the battlefield, Gang Qi can prevent stray arrows and hidden arrows, and they can charge into battle without any scruples. Don't you even understand this?" Afu asked: "Your martial arts skills
Compared to your level, your moves are completely incompatible. As for the spear skills just now, they are still far behind Qi Zhiyi, but your strength is amazingly great, and your internal energy is endless. You can use the same moves.
Numbers mean you are better than others."
"I am born with supernatural powers, can't I?" Cheng Sanwu was a little impatient.
"Yes, of course." Afu said: "However, as far as I know, martial arts practitioners' mastery of Gang Qi is the result of repeated practice of their own martial arts. It is not just the filling of inner energy and long breath, but also the
Moves and movements are integrated into one's movements while walking, sitting and lying down. At this point in martial arts, one's body and mind have become incomparable. Each sect and sect has its own method of using Gang Qi, which can reveal all kinds of extraordinary abilities."
"I don't understand this, please tell me." Cheng Sanwu said.
There was no emotion or anger on Afu's face. She jumped lightly, landed on the ground, lifted the big gun by the wall, held the end of the gun barrel with one hand, and lifted it up effortlessly.
"Needless to say, fists, palm strength, sword energy and sword light, they are all common and common tricks, and they have never touched the profound and magical functions of Gang Qi." Afu held the big gun and slowly stretched it towards Cheng Sanwu.
In the basin next to it, the tip of the gun was submerged several inches into the water.
You could see the clear water in the basin rippled slightly. As Afu lifted the big gun, the clear water gathered into a ball and left the wooden basin like a ball.
Cheng Sanwu's eyes widened slightly, and he was really surprised when he saw this.
Afu raised his arms and waved his hands, and swept the big gun across. The clear water at the tip of the gun suddenly turned into a moon shape and flew out, slashing on the wall, leaving a deep mark that was more than ten feet long.
"Building cloth into a stick, condensing water into a soldier, Gangqi can make soft things hard and sharp, the so-called turning things into steel, it's roughly like this." Afu said: "Disciples of Shuiyuezhai in Yuezhou, Jiangnan often use soft silk cloths.
The rope is used as a weapon. The contemporary master Miaoying once used a light shawl to severely injure an invulnerable iron-gnawing monster."
"If you have that ability, you can hit a monster to death with a 60-pound hammer," Cheng Sanwu said.
Afu rolled her eyes: "In Shuiyue Zhai, there are all female cultivators who practice Buddhism with their hair on and study Buddhism diligently. How can they make such a big splash like you?"
"Then what? Are there any other skills?" Cheng Sanwu asked again.
Afu sighed softly, and then remained silent. Her figure gradually became blurry. Even if the moonlight was bright tonight, her figure could not be seen, and Cheng Sanwu could not even feel her presence.
"This is the power of hiding one's shadow and one's form. The Gang Qi circulates in a subtle way and can hide one's body shape." Afu's voice came from a deserted place.
"It's really a ghost." Cheng Sanwu really saw this ability for the first time: "I heard that some Taoist priests can use the invisibility method, is it the same as this?"
"Are you talking about the Six Ren Hidden Form Technique or the Five Elements Dunjia Invisibility Technique?" A Fu appeared and asked.
How could Cheng Sanwu know this? He curled his lips and said, "Pretend I didn't say it."
"Spells are another matter. They are also invisibility, and the specific application may vary greatly." Afu said with some pride: "But with my ability to hide and remain invisible, not many people in the world know it."
"It would be better to say that people who know this trick are either snitches or assassins. They won't show it off everywhere, and naturally others won't know." Cheng Sanwu said with a sarcastic smile.
"People like you will go to tongue-pulling hell in the future, you know?" Afu said with a smile.
Cheng Sanwu pretended not to care: "Is that all? It doesn't look too clever."
Afu was too lazy to argue. She looked around the courtyard and saw a large tank storing water in the corner. She opened the wooden cover, took off her boots and socks, then turned over and jumped, standing lightly on the water with her feet, like a fairy on the waves, Zhuoran.
Outstanding.
"Can you walk on the water without being wet?" Afu stood on one foot, whirled around and danced, her dress fluttering, showing off her graceful figure.
"It turns out that this is floating on water." Cheng Sanwu quickly realized: "Because the movement of internal energy cannot be sustained for a long time, when walking on water with Qinggong, the Gang Qi is only activated the moment it lands."
Afu was slightly surprised. Cheng Sanwu was ignorant about other things, but his martial arts understanding was extraordinary.
"That's about it." Afu could only reply.
"Invulnerability, changing from soft to hard, invisibility, plus a water float...I understand." Cheng Sanwu stared at Afu standing on the water, frowned and said: "Hurry up and come down, I still want to drink that tank of water.
of."
"I shouldn't have taken off my shoes just now!" Afu was so angry that Cheng Sanwu laughed.
"After thinking about it, it's okay to be invulnerable. Once I get good at practicing, I won't have to dodge swords all day long. I can just rush forward and kill the enemy." Cheng Sanwu continued to dream.
"How can such a good thing happen?" Afu sat on the edge of the tank, raised his foot and hooked the deerskin short boots and shook them: "When you run into an opponent who has also practiced Gang Qi, the Gang Qi will flow on his sword, and he will still be able to break through the barrier.
The body's strong energy damages the fundamentals."
"Isn't this going to be the same again?" Cheng Sanwu said, "I might as well do what I did before and knock down half the house with one punch."
Afu stared at Cheng Sanwu with a pair of green eyes: "Can you unleash the original punch now?"
Cheng Sanwu used his inner strength to get into a posture, and the result stayed there for a while. Finally, he had to admit: "Forget it, let's just kill people with the knife."
"So, you are still not able to use the Gang Qi at will." Afu also felt strange when he said this. The power of Cheng Sanwu's fist was rarely seen in this world. A person with such martial arts training,
How could it be impossible to activate Gang Qi at will?
Thinking again of Cheng Sanwu's extraordinary self-healing ability, Afu was certain that Cheng Sanwu possessed an extraordinary secret.
"What are you looking at?" Cheng Sanwu felt uncomfortable being stared at by the other party.
Afu held her chin and smiled: "I was wondering, what does your blood taste like?"
Cheng Sanwu had goosebumps all over his body: "Go, go, go! You can find blood from cattle and sheep to drink! I'm going to bed, so don't bother me."