After checking with the storyteller, Wang Liangyu hesitated for a moment and entered Lin'an Palace under the cover of night.
When I entered the palace, I mainly went for the "Wanshou Taoist Canon".
In addition to the fact that Huang Shang understood the "Nine Yin Sutra" after reading the "Wanshou Dao Zang", and also because the "Wanshou Dao Zang" was lost in later generations, Wang Liangyu wanted to see it.
Upon entering Lin'an Palace, Wang Liangyu knew that he was a little reckless.
Although the Southern Song Dynasty was relatively quiet, it did not hinder the enjoyment of the government and the public at all. The Lin'an Palace occupies a vast area. Wang Liangyu estimates that it is not much smaller than the Forbidden City!
It was a gloomy night and there was no map. Wang Liangyu scurried around like a headless fly. When he saw the pavilion, he would take a look at it, mainly looking for places like study rooms and libraries.
After searching for a long time, I still couldn't find the place.
At this moment, a voice sounded from behind.
"What are you looking for?"
Wang Liangyu was suddenly startled and turned to look behind him. An old man with thick hands and feet jumped out from the shadows. He had a rectangular face and a slight beard under his chin. His clothes were patched here and there, but they were clean.
, holding a green bamboo stick in his hand, as bright as jade, and carrying a large vermilion-lacquered gourd on his back.
Seeing this outfit, Wang Liangyu's heart moved and she looked intently at the old man's right hand, and sure enough, a section of it was broken at the index finger.
"It turns out that it's the Nine-fingered God Beggar who I've admired for a long time!" Wang Liangyu raised his hands in greeting, and then introduced himself, "Junior Wang Liangyu, I have met senior Hong!"
Hong Qigong did not answer, but looked at Wang Liangyu warily, spoke again, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you want to do when you sneak into the palace late at night?"
"Senior Hong has misunderstood!" Wang Liangyu hurriedly complained when he saw this, and explained, "I heard about the name of the "Wanshou Taoist Canon" and came to the palace to check it out. I want to see it!"
Hong Qigong frowned and looked at Wang Liangyu with an increasingly unkind look: "Did you know that the Wanshou Taoist Canon was lost during the Jingkang Rebellion!"
"Ah?!" Wang Liangyu looked confused and in disbelief, "Why is it gone?"
Hong Qigong was a little surprised to see that Wang Liangyu didn't seem to be faking it. Could it be that this guy really came to look for the "Wanshou Taoist Canon"?
"You are looking for the "Wanshou Taoist Canon" because of the "Nine Yin Manual"?" Hong Qigong seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Wang Liangyu and laughed, "Could it be that you also want to learn from Huang Shang and learn from the Taoist Canon?
Have you realized the magical power?"
Wang Liangyu shook his head and laughed at himself: "I don't have the ability, it's just for admiration!"
After saying that, Wang Liangyu turned around and left. There was nothing worth missing in Lin'an Palace.
Seeing Wang Liangyu simply leave, Hong Qigong was very surprised and was thinking of trying to get Wang Liangyu's details again.
Wang Liangyu, who ran a few meters away, suddenly stopped, looked back at Hong Qigong, and reminded: "Senior Hong, Elder Lu Youjiao of your gang is looking for senior, I'm afraid there's something wrong!"
When Hong Qigong heard this, he immediately became entangled and complained: "Lu Youjiao is looking for me now, isn't it going to delay my eating of mandarin ducks and five delicacies!"
Wang Liangyu had sharp ears. When he heard this, he couldn't help but stop and asked curiously: "Senior Hong, is this mandarin duck and five delicacies really so delicious?"
Wang Liangyu was very curious about how magical this delicacy was. Hong Qigong, who had tasted all the delicacies in the world, would never forget it until his death.
"That's great!" Hong Qigong said vaguely, but his eyes turned involuntarily and said with expectation, "I hid on the beam in the imperial kitchen for three months and never had anything to eat.
I guess it will definitely be done in the next few days!"
Wang Liangyu suddenly became interested and rushed to Hong Qigong: "Qigong, take me with you. I also want to try these five delicacies!"
"You kid, aren't you here to find the "Wanshou Taoist Canon"?" Hong Qigong likes delicious food and has a favorable eye for people who eat delicious food. After hearing Wang Liangyu's words, his vigilance towards him weakened a lot unknowingly.
"Isn't this a coincidence!" Wang Liangyu said with a playful smile on his face, "Qi Gong, please take me to try these five delicacies of mandarin ducks. If I have a chance, I will make delicious food for you myself!"
Hong Qigong looked sideways at Wang Liangyu with disbelief on his face: "You are the only one who can cook?"
Wang Liangyu wears a long gown, and looks more like a scholar.
"Qi Gong, don't look down on others, my cooking skills are very good!" Wang Liangyu patted her chest, her face full of pride.
Wang Liangyu's cooking skills are really developed. After traveling through so many worlds, which world has he never made a fire and cooked?
"If that's the case, then let me see it?" Seeing Wang Liangyu's seriousness, Hong Qigong couldn't help but look forward to it.
Wang Liangyu immediately nodded in agreement: "Then let's go!"
Under the guidance of Hong Qigong, the two quickly arrived at the imperial kitchen of Lin'an Palace.
It was already late at night, the imperial kitchen was silent, and there were no fireworks.
Wang Liangyu roughly picked up some ingredients and was about to make a fire when he suddenly hesitated and turned to look at Hong Qigong and asked: "Qigong, lighting a fire here is a bit eye-catching, isn't it?"
"It's okay, you come with me!" Hong Qigong pulled Wang Liangyu out of the imperial kitchen, and in a blink of an eye he came to a palace garden with beautiful scenery and blooming flowers. "No one comes to this palace garden on weekdays, not even the patrolling ones."
The guards rarely pass by, so if you light a fire here, I'm sure no one will notice."
While he was talking, Hong Qigong ran out again and came back in an instant with a pile of dry firewood in his hand.
Wang Liangyu put the pot on the fire and turned around to start cooking the ingredients.
"Are you going to make shabu-shabu?" Hong Qigong looked on and asked tentatively.
Wang Liangyu turned his head and looked at Hong Qigong with a guilty conscience: "Qigong, have you eaten?"
"Of course!" Hong Qigong nodded, squatting aside with a dog beating stick in his hand, looking at Wang Liangyu expectantly.
Wang Liangyu felt even more guilty after hearing this. In fact, his cooking skills were just mediocre and definitely not as good as those of the great chefs. He originally thought of conquering the ancients with hot pot, but he didn't expect that Hong Qigong had actually eaten it, and he suddenly became embarrassed.
Of course, Wang Liangyu's hand movements were not slow, and he pretended to be calm and asked: "What kind of pots have Qi Gong eaten?"
"There is a way of eating in Wuyi Mountain called "Boxia Gong", which is taken from the beautiful local scene of "surges of clear rivers and snow, winds blowing and shining clouds in the evening." Hong Qigong was lying on the ground, swallowing his saliva while recalling, "
Specifically, put a small charcoal stove on the table, put a soup pot on the stove, cut the rabbit meat into thin slices, use wine, sauce, pepper, and cinnamon to make a sauce, wait for the soup to boil, put the slices in the soup
Boil it until cooked and eat with seasonings."
"The taste is so delicious!"
When Wang Liangyu heard this, his heart became heavier. With a thought in his mind, he said hesitantly: "Qi Gong, wait a minute, I will go look for some good things!"
After saying that, Wang Liangyu ran back to the imperial kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets to find a bunch of mushrooms, both fresh and dried.
There is no way, without chili peppers, Wang Liangyu can only try to make the hot pot as delicious as possible. Mushroom soup pot is a good choice. Moreover, the southwest is now under Dali, which is a borderland. It is impossible that Hong Qigong has not tasted it!
Wash the fresh ones directly, soak the dried ones in warm water, and then cook them in a pot.
In just a moment, the delicious aroma of the mushrooms filled the air, making Hong Qigong's index fingers twitch and he couldn't wait to stretch out his chopsticks and eat.
Wang Liangyu stretched out his hand and patted it, then reprimanded: "Qi Gong, don't be in a hurry, these mushrooms must be ripe before you can eat them, otherwise..." He paused deliberately, and then continued after Hong Qi Gong's impatient urging.
, "Otherwise, I might have to lie down!"
"Lie down on the couch?" Hong Qigong was startled when he heard this and looked at Wang Liangyu in astonishment.
Wang Liangyu chuckled lightly and explained: "This is a ditty from the southwest, 'Red umbrellas, white umbrellas, let's lie down together on the board after eating, lie down on the board and sleep in the coffin, and then bury them together in the mountains.'"
It’s just that Southwest people eat mushrooms.”
"Is this fungus poisonous?" Hong Qigong looked serious, but then he was overjoyed and said, "Okay, the old beggar likes it!"
Wang Liangyu was a little dumbfounded, but considering that Hong Qigong could even eat fried centipedes, it was not surprising!
After silently taking notes, he estimated that twenty minutes had passed before Wang Liangyu announced that it was time to start eating.
Hong Qigong had been waiting impatiently for a long time. When he heard this, his chopsticks were as fast as lightning. He picked up a piece of fungus in the pot and put it into his mouth without caring about burning it.
Hong Qigong hissed and exhaled hot air while shouting: "It's really delicious, it's really delicious!"
A pot of mushroom soup, plus sliced beef, mutton and fish fillets, weighing seven or eight pounds.
In a short time, the two of them had finished cooking. Hong Qigong even picked up the soup from the pot and drank it all.
Hong Qigong leaned on the rock contentedly, patted his round belly, and shouted: "Belly, belly, such delicious mushrooms are rarely eaten, right?"
Wang Liangyu looked like he was paralyzed, lying on the big rock, looking up at the starry night sky, wandering in the sky.
"Lao Jinghua had a great time. If you have anything you want, just ask!" After a moment of rest, Hong Qigong turned to look at Wang Liangyu.
Wang Liangyu paused after hearing this and realized that Hong Qigong had misunderstood that she was trying to please him with delicious food. Just as he was about to refuse, he turned around and remembered something, and quickly came to Hong Qigong's side and said with a smile: "By chance, I have something to trouble Qigong.
!" After a pause, he added, "I have a magical skill, but I don't know how to do it. I hope Qi Gong can give me some advice!"
"Tell me about it!" Hong Qigong took out the vermilion gourd and took a sip of wine with a nonchalant look on his face.
Hong Qigong didn't believe this in his heart. He just thought Wang Liangyu was making nonsense, and then took the opportunity to work out some effort from himself.
Wang Liangyu didn't care about this and immediately said: "My technique is called Jiuyang Magic!"
"Let him be strong, let him be strong, the breeze blows on the hills. Let him be unruly, let him be unruly, and the bright moon shines on the river. He is cruel to himself, and he is evil, and I am full of energy."
"..."
During the Republic of China, a mysterious old beggar left a batch of magical secrets in the Martial Arts Pavilion. Wang Liangyu returned to the Republic of China. After staying there for fifteen years, he had already learned these magical secrets by heart.
A piece of Nine-Yang Divine Art contains only a few thousand words.
After saying that, Wang Liangyu looked at Hong Qigong expectantly: "Qigong, how are you?"
Hong Qigong turned his head and looked at Wang Liangyu. He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses: "Nine-yang magical power is definitely beyond the reach of any ordinary internal power. It is as famous as the Nine-Yin Manual. This kind of magical power, you say this and
Old beggar?"
Wang Liangyu waved his hand, not taking it seriously, and said urgently: "Qi Gong, just tell me how to practice to achieve success?"
The Nine Yang Divine Skills are different from the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon. The external skills of Dugu Nine Swords are relatively easy to practice. You just need to follow the moves of the external skills. Over time, you can also develop the internal energy from the outside and the inside, just like the White Monkey Sword Technique and the Golden Platform.
Boxing score.
However, Jiuyang Divine Skill is a pure internal energy method, but Wang Liangyu does not have any foundation in practicing internal energy. Even though Wang Liangyu has long been familiar with the acupuncture points and meridians all over the body, he has no idea how to meditate or how to exercise the energy.
Even if you have the Nine Yang Divine Art in your hand, you still can't get in.
Hong Qigong shook his head, looked at Wang Liangyu strangely, and asked, "Are you also practicing external Kung Fu?" After saying that, he looked at Wang Liangyu's Dantian position and said meaningfully, "Your internal Kung Fu cultivation level is quite impressive.
Not weak!"
Hong Qigong is a top external Kung Fu master. He has a strong internal energy, which is all obtained from practicing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and other external Kung Fu.
Wang Liangyu nodded and said seriously: "To be honest, Qi Gong, I know nothing about internal skills, otherwise I wouldn't ask you for advice on the Nine Yang Magic!"
Hearing this, Hong Qigong burst into laughter and pointed at the tip of his nose, with a funny look on his face: "Old Jinghua has only practiced external Kung Fu all his life and doesn't understand internal Kung Fu!"
"Ah?" Wang Liangyu looked stunned and looked at Hong Qigong in disbelief, "Qigong is one of the best in the world, how come he doesn't even know internal skills?"
"What's the point? Our Beggar Clan is just a group of beggars. We don't have any profound internal skills. They are just some tricks of catching snakes and dogs!" Hong Qigong explained with a smile, and then said, "Why, I regret it now."
Did you pass on the Nine Yang Divine Art to me?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's just a Kung Fu. Once it's taught, it's passed on. It's no big deal!" Wang Liangyu didn't take it seriously, frowning and thinking about how to learn the basics of internal strength.
Seeing Wang Liangyu's expression, Hong Qigong seemed to see through it and said with a smile: "If you want to practice internal energy, I can recommend you a place to go!"
"Where?" Wang Liangyu turned to look at Hong Qigong and asked urgently.
"Zhongnan Mountain, Quanzhen Sect." Hong Qigong coughed slightly and slowly explained, "Quanzhen Sect was founded by Zhenren Chongyang. It is an authentic Taoist sect. Quanzhen is the best in internal energy in the world."
Wang Liangyu agreed with a smile, and then looked at Hong Qigong with doubts: "Qigong and Chongyang Master are both among the top five in the world, why do you recommend me to study in Quanzhen secretly?"
"Do you admire Quanzhen's martial arts?" Hong Qigong rolled his eyes and asked.
Wang Liangyu thought for a while and shook his head.
The only thing in the Quanzhen Sect that moved Wang Liangyu's heart was probably the Xiantian Kung, but the Xiantian Kung passed away with Wang Chongyang a long time ago and has been discontinued in the Quanzhen Sect. Only Emperor Duan of the Southern Emperor knows about it in the world!
"That's fine!" Hong Qigong smiled heartily and continued, "You went to Quanzhen just to practice the basics of internal energy. It's not considered stealing, and it's no big deal!"
"Thank you, Senior Hong, for your advice!" Wang Liangyu stood up and bowed respectfully, "When I have learned a lesson, I will come back to thank you, Senior!"
After saying that, Wang Liangyu turned around and left.
Seeing this, Hong Qigong stretched out his hand to hold me, and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go to Zhongnan Mountain!"
"Mandarin duck and five delicacies, don't you want to eat it?" Hong Qigong asked subconsciously.
After Wang Liangyu heard this, he sat down again and patted his forehead: "Oh, I almost forgot about this!"
When Hong Qigong saw this, he laughed again.
It was really hard to wait for the five delicacies of Yuanyang. Wang Liangyu and Hong Qigong waited for another five days in Liangshan, the imperial kitchen, before they finally got what they wanted.
However, such a small bowl was not enough for two people. Wang Liangyu and Hong Qigong almost got into a fight over the food.
Fortunately, in the end, the two turned their hostility into friendship, and each of them shared a bowl of mandarin duck and five delicacies.
"How's it going? Did the old beggar lie to you?" After eating, Hong Qigong looked satisfied.
Wang Liangyu nodded repeatedly and praised: "It is full of fragrance and extremely delicious. It is the best food I have ever eaten, even more delicious than Buddha Jumping Over the Wall!"
"Buddha jumped over the wall?" Hong Qigong's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this.
Wang Liangyu was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and then realized that at this time, Buddha Jumping Over the Wall most likely did not appear!
After briefly introducing the practice of Buddha jumping over the wall, Wang Liangyu immediately said: "Qi Gong, when I come back from Quanzhen, I will find a chance to make one for you!"
Just after listening to Wang Liangyu's introduction, Hong Qigong couldn't help but twitch his index finger, pulled Wang Liangyu, and said repeatedly: "Don't wait, let's do it now!" After saying that, he pointed in the direction of the imperial kitchen,
"Just right, all the ingredients and kitchen utensils are available there!"
"Qi Gong, don't be afraid of being late for a good meal. We have just finished a meal of Mandarin Duck and Five Delicates Pork. Please wait a little longer to give the Wu Zang Temple some time to digest!" Wang Liangyu had already been waiting anxiously. If he hadn't been curious about the Mandarin Duck and Five Delicates Pork, he would have run away earlier.
Zhongnan Mountain is here.
Fortunately, the few days of waiting were worth it, and Wang Liangyu was not disappointed by Yuanyang Wuzhen.
Seeing that Wang Liangyu had made up his mind to go, Hong Qigong couldn't stop him, so he had to say: "Don't forget, I'm waiting for you!" After saying that, he murmured, "Just in time, I'll go to find Lu too.
He has legs, let’s see what he wants!”
"Don't worry, no one will forget you, Mr. Qi!" Wang Liangyu said with a smile, reaching out to give Hong Qi Gong a fist salute, "Qi Gong, let's say goodbye. See you later!"
"See you later!" Hong Qigong returned the salute with clasped fists and looked at Wang Liangyu with a more cordial look.
After getting along with each other for a few days, Hong Qigong and Wang Liangyu had many exchanges. The more they got to know each other, the more Hong Qigong admired Wang Liangyu. Wang Liangyu's martial arts skills were beyond words, and his character and personality were also extraordinary.
Wang Liangyu smiled at Hong Qigong again, then turned around, found the direction, and headed straight for Zhongnan Mountain.
Hong Qigong looked at Wang Liangyu's disappearing back, smiled, and turned around without entering the darkness.