After breakfast and sending Fan Laodao out, Chen Mou paced in the courtyard, refusing Tao'er's offer to make him a pot of good tea.
Whenever Lao Dao goes out on patrol, he never enters or exits the main house, so as not to cause criticism and trouble. For lunch, he always carries the food box from the kitchen back to his room to eat.
In the past, I was worried that Fan Laodao would deliberately test me. Now, although I have less worries, I still need to avoid suspicion.
I went back to the west wing and read for a while, then studied ink and practiced calligraphy for half an hour.
Rubbing his wrists, Chen Mou took out a stack of large white porcelain bowls from the wooden box in the corner, and covered the open space in the room according to the directions of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, with the bottom of the bowl facing up, counting eight, eight, sixty-four.
Take a breath and jump to the south off-position bowl.
According to the "Eight Turns from the Fire" body technique taught to him by the Taoist, he walks with a tap of his toes, stretches his body, waist and hands, jumps up and down between the bowl formations, and walks the Nine Palaces and Bagua Steps sometimes fast and sometimes slowly.
Fan Laodao has been practicing for more than a hundred years, and he knows a lot and is good at combining magic and martial arts to fight.
He taught Chen Mou the widely circulated basic Taoist steps in order to improve the circulation of Qi and blood and assist in speeding up practice.
In the early stages of practice, you cannot just sit quietly and meditate, otherwise you will easily get stagnant Qi and blood and your hands and feet will become stiff.
It is necessary to combine movement and stillness to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
These are the detours that experienced people have taken, combined with the pitfalls that others have stepped on, and the experience gained from reading books.
Chen Mou has been practicing the Lihuo Eight Turning Technique for nearly two years. According to the old way, his Qinggong is considered a small success, and he needs to practice more to reach the level where he can dodge through thought.
Adjust your breathing and body movements to be consistent, and your breath movement will slowly increase.
There was a longing figure in the room, and the robe at the back was making the wind whistle. Chen Mou's movement speed had increased to the fastest.
About half an hour later, the figure flickered and Chen Mou fell to the open space, ending the morning's body movement practice.
He felt that after being promoted to the Qi Refining Realm, his eight-turn technique had made great progress. His whole body felt like he was flying, and the energy and blood in his body were rising.
When the old Taoist returned in the evening, he would find time to ask for advice on how to use the "body lightening technique" from the body technique.
Qi-refining monks cannot truly fly by relying on their own magic power. The light body technique is between the light skill and the flying technique. It allows the Qi-refining monks to fly at low altitude for a short distance. If they use magic weapons or royal weapons to fly, it is another matter.
Yes, that requires a certain amount of wealth.
Then practice "fireworks stakes" in the room, move the breath around, and slowly calm down the qi and blood in the body.
The old Taoist taught him a variety of practice methods to prevent his practice from being too single and boring.
At noon, he picked up a food box from the kitchen and went back to his room to eat. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from outside. With a "bang", the wooden door was violently pushed open, and he heard Tao'er's panicked scream. p>
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
Chen Mou was startled, put down his bowls and chopsticks, and hurried out.
A tall, thin man with an unshaven beard accompanied Fan Laodao, who was half-stained with blood, as he walked into the yard. Behind him were four or five familiar faces with different expressions, whispering to each other in low voices.
"What a fuss, I can't die yet, go back to the house."
Fan Laodao scolded the panicked woman, and then waved his hand to Chen Mou who came to help him. He was not that fragile, and muttered in a low voice: "Today, the boat capsized in the gutter, got hit by two thieves, and suffered several external injuries.
, it’s nothing serious, just rest for a few days and you’ll be fine.”
The old Taoist has served as a patrol monk for more than thirty years and is known for his tyrannical fighting power among his peers.
He always encounters several dangers every year, and getting injured is a normal thing for him. He can count the number of evil cultivators and thieves who have died at his hands with both hands.
He rarely returns to the secular city where his family lives, because he is worried about causing unnecessary disasters to his descendants.
The unshaven, dark-faced man named Mu Xing was the old Taoist patrol partner. He bared his teeth at the monks following him and said with a bared smile: "Come back, Lao Fan can't die, and we won't be able to eat today." p>
Everyone laughed and made noises, and the atmosphere in the yard suddenly became relaxed.
Fan Laodao spat out a mouthful of blood and phlegm at the unshaven man who got out of the way in advance, and said with a smile: "If you don't want to do me a favor, get out of here. You guys are causing trouble to the ball, but I won't die."
"Lao Fan is useless. He can't deal with just two thieves. I think back then, he fought five or six evil cultivators by himself. That was so majestic."
"He's an old boy. He puts all his strength on the bellies of women at night, and he still has a lot of majesty."
"Old man Fan is an old man climbing uphill, and he is too angry."
Among the casual cultivators who hang out at the bottom of the city, there are only a few who have a decent body, and they are all old-fashioned people who can eat both meat and vegetables. As soon as they open their mouths, they rush to the next three directions. They are used to teasing and sarcastic each other, and they do everything they can.
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Fan Laodao was wounded on his body. His fists could not defeat his four hands. A good man could not stand against the wolves. He could not scold everyone, and his wound almost burst open. He just urged Brother Mou to drive people to close the door, so as not to stain the green tiles on the ground with these pickles.<
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The unshaven man was the last one to go out. He looked at Chen Mou and said with a smile, "Congratulations to brother Mou for being promoted to Qi Refining. You must move around more in the future."
I have seen Chen Mou in the yard several times before, and I can tell at a glance that the pretty boy is broken and his aura is not yet stable.
I secretly admire Old Man Fan for his sharp eyesight and really picking up a talented person.
"Definitely, definitely,"
Chen Mou smiled and politely sent the person away, closed the wooden door, and the yard suddenly became quiet.
With the support of the two maids, Fan Laodao slowly walked up the steps and entered the main hall. He turned around and smiled at Chen Mou under the eaves: "A good doctor can become a good doctor after being beaten, but I can only hurt myself with this little flesh."
It can be cured. There is no need to go see a doctor and waste spiritual stones. Brother, please take care of me in the yard."
"No trouble, brother, please feel free to heal your wounds."
Chen Mou nodded in agreement, watched Fan Laodao and the two maids enter, and went straight to the bedroom.
He sat on a stone bench by the courtyard and read books to pass the time.
Half the afternoon passed and no one came to disturb me.
Fan Juran put on a new Taoist robe and walked out of the bedroom. He wrote a prescription and sent Tao'er to the Fangshi shop on the top of the mountain to get some medicine. Myolie served the Taoist with some broth.
"Brother, I can't drink with you tonight. I'll make up for it after my injury heals."
Fan Juran is still in the mood to joke.
Chen Mou walked into the main room and sat down across the table. The smell of medicine filled the room and he said with a smile: "When you recover, we can drink at any time. There is no rush." After the old man finished drinking the soup, Xing'er finished cleaning up.
The table went to the kitchen, and he leaned closer and asked with concern: "Is the injury serious? Why don't I accompany you to the hospital to check it out, don't worry."
Fan Laodao glanced at Chen Mou with a little surprise. The little brother was thinking smartly. He heard that he was not able to drink today, so he guessed that he was in trouble.
At the end of his intensive exercise in healing his injuries, he discovered that he had been poisoned by a strange poison. It was extremely subtle and could actually erode his vitality. He was so frightened that he quickly stopped and sent Tao'er to get some medicine. It was a lie and he asked a doctor he was familiar with.
Come and detoxify for real.
My life is at stake, no matter how reluctant I am to part with the spiritual stone, I still have to lose money and avoid disaster.
He didn't want to make a big fuss, lest it spread to the ears of Danyangfang Director Dong and lose the job at hand.
There are many casual cultivators who stare at the patrolmen like evil wolves, hoping that something unexpected will happen to them and they will give up the pit they occupy.
Hearing that the old Taoist had sent Tao'er to ask for a doctor, although he didn't know the specific extent of the injury, Chen Mou stopped talking to get to the bottom of it.
He can't help. He can be a handsome man who can talk and be quiet, so as not to cause trouble.
When Tao'er and Dr. Yao, who had a goatee, came in, Chen Mou consciously walked out of the main room and stood guard in the courtyard. When he saw that the two maids had come out and the main door was closed, Chen Mou felt a little complicated. p>
I'm afraid Fan Laodao is in a lot of trouble this time.
Should he quietly leave Fangshi tonight and fly away?
Based on what he has learned about the world of immortality from books, he does not dare to bet on the kindness of people. When he becomes famous in the future, he can repay Fan Laodao's life-saving grace and favor. Now he has the ability to get out of that foggy forest.
Then he gave up the sudden idea.
I heard that monks patrol the misty forest surrounding Fang City day and night.
He rushed in rashly and was not familiar with the road. If he was caught by Fan Laodao's acquaintance, and he was an unidentified gangster, it would be a lot of fun.
How should he explain it?
Would you like to go see the scenery in the woods when the moon is dark and the wind is high?