"How is the scenery on the fourth floor? Is it very different from the previous three floors?"
"Well, it's like someone has cleared away the clouds and fog covering my eyes, and my vision has become clear."
"Climb high and see far, the warriors on the first four floors are still wallowing in the mire, and the middle and fourth floors can only make a living in one state. If you really want to be free and comfortable in this world,
The last four floors of the twelve floors are where you should go."
"The last four floors...sounds like a long, long time ago."
"How many people have never been able to generate this breath in their bodies in their entire lives. Compared to them, you are already lucky enough. Cherish your blessing. If you don't even dare to think about the last four floors, then you may not be able to return to it in this life.
To be able to cross that threshold.”
"The scenery above...is not enough for outsiders to appreciate."
A tumbler was actually moved into the ancestral hall of the Wu He Escort Agency. The only person who could make the Escort Agency ignore the blasphemy against the ancestors of all generations was the disabled old man surnamed Zhang.
Half a generation younger, such a person deserves such treatment at the end of his life.
The old man, who had raised his upper body with a soft cushion and felt a little more energetic, talked for a while and was already a little tired after talking so many words to Wei Changpan. When he closed his eyes and took a nap, the old phlegm in his throat made a sound. The latter hurriedly brought a
When the spittoon came to pick him up, there were only a few people in the ancestral hall, including the old doctor surnamed Ni, Zhang Bashun, a descendant of the Zhang family, Song Yanchao and Wei Changpan who was at the edge of the collapse.
As the head of the Zhang family, the old man who has guarded the ancestral hall alone for decades has reached his final moments, but he still does not want to leave the ancestral hall to find a comfortable house to live in. He said that he will live smelling the scent of incense, candles and fireworks here for the rest of his life.
Without this smoke and smoke, I can't even sleep well, not to mention I'm used to living here. It's good to stay here until I die.
The souls of so many ancestors of the Wuhe Escort Bureau and the Zhang family are with him nearby. After he has reached such an age, death may not be a relief.
In a person's lifetime, he has seen everything he has to see and done everything he has to do. He has nothing to regret. It's time to die.
"At this age, your knowledge and martial arts are excellent, but you still need some time to compete with those who have been famous for a long time, let alone those thousand-year-old kings and eighty-thousand-year-old turtles at the bottom of the well." The old man spat out in the spittoon.
He took a mouthful of thick yellow phlegm, then lay back on the silk cushion, "What you want to do cannot be accomplished overnight. Be patient. You are still young and have a lot of years to learn and polish yourself. Wait until
If you do it after everything is ready, you will be much more confident than if you act rashly now."
"Yes." Wei Changpan lowered his head and responded silently, "When you are tired, just talk less. You don't have to work hard for me anymore."
He had been accompanying him at the cave for five or six days. The grumpy old man who had taught him martial arts in the past had now become so gentle that he seemed to be a different person. This change did not make him happy, because his temper had changed along with it.
There is also the spirit of the old man.
"When people get old, they are always nagging." The old man gasped and shook his head slightly, "I always like to repeat the words I have said to you juniors sentence by sentence, and sometimes I just say it again over a cup of tea.
I forgot again, and I was worried that you might get sidetracked again, so I just wanted to say it again."
"You're very good. I don't need to say anything more. Just go on your way. Go out of Bingyuan City, out of Jinzhou, and go to other prefectures and counties in Dayao to see the scenery there and do something that makes you enjoy it when you think about it.
Do chivalrous things and do what you should do in the end. Then even if you die, you won't have much regret."
"While you are young, walk more, but remember to go back early..."
Even a rough guy like Zhang Bashun had red eyes when he heard this, and the others turned their backs and couldn't bear to hear or watch anymore. Wei Changpan firmly held the old man's brocade quilt that stretched out like a piece of pitch-black charred wood.
The hand, with the dead vines tangled on it, had grown into veins. The hand that once beat Wei Changpan with only a jujube stick until he could not resist, was now so weak that he had no strength.
After less than half an hour, the old man fell into a drowsy state, muttering something unclear.
Doctor Ni fiddled with the medicine box with a confused look on his face, then pulled Song Yanchao to a quiet place in the ancestral hall and lowered his voice and said:
"Ordinary medicinal and stone methods are no longer effective. To put it bluntly, the loss of energy, blood and energy from amputating both limbs decades ago would have been fatal. Mr. Zhang's ability to survive to this age is all due to his martial arts physique and the pure energy in his body.
The machine is hanging."
"The body will always collapse, and the energy will eventually dry up..." The old doctor surnamed Ni took a deep breath and said what he was thinking, "I have a recipe here, the main ingredient is ephedra.
A dead person can survive for half a day as long as he has one breath left, but after that there will be no medical help..."
"There is no need to save him. His life in one or two days is of no importance to me or to him."
Song Yanchao sighed: "Do your best to let him go peacefully."
In the past few years, I have been accompanying some tablets and incense candles in the ancestral hall. Thank you for your hard work, old friend.
"Then I'll prepare some prescriptions to soothe the nerves. I'll drink them down quickly after I've been suffering. I won't say I'll feel better when I leave." After that, the old doctor surnamed Ni went to lie on the medicine box and write the prescriptions with charcoal. Before leaving, he talked with Song Yanchao.
He said, "That's all in these two hours."
The bed in the ancestral hall was surrounded by a fire. Two warm brocade quilts and leather were covering the old man's body. However, he was still trembling with teeth. At first, the doctor surnamed Ni thought it was because there was no kang fire.
It was due to the excessive coldness in the cave, but when he reached out and reached under the old man's quilt, he was surprised to find that it was unusually hot inside.
"You just hold Mr. Zhang's hand like this, don't you feel it's hot?" Doctor Ni felt the heat was unbearable after touching it, so he quickly retracted his hand from his back. When he was about to check for pulse, he was stopped by someone beside him.
Zhang Bashun stopped him, "Why are you stopping me? You have to find out what the disease is before prescribing the medicine, otherwise you will just live like this..."
"No need to take medicine anymore..." Zhang Bashun looked sad, as did Song Yanchao nearby. Only Wei Changpan and him didn't know why, "When the time comes, people will leave naturally..."
"But this heat is poisonous..."
"This is not heat and poison." The sadness on his face gradually turned into fanaticism. Zhang Bashun's face turned from white to red, and he stared at Wei Changpan's hand. "You are not a martial artist, you will never know that this is so important to a four-story building."
What does it mean to a martial artist?"
As the head of the Zhang family, the one-armed, one-legged old man must have lost Qi and blood twice as fast as an ordinary old man after suffering such a serious injury. Not only did the martial artist's body collapse and decay day by day, even the martial arts energy in his body was used to prolong his life.
Day after day, it was finally exhausted.
However, the old man still has a Qi in his Dantian that was generated after he reached the fourth level of martial arts. If he had used it to extend his life, he would have been able to live a good life for at least two years, but at this time, it has become a gift to Wei Changpan.
,
This is a gift that a martial artist above the fourth floor can only receive before his death. It is far better than the most precious herbs in the world that can be used for the future of martial arts. After all, the latter is just an external object that can temper the muscles, bones, and meridians of a martial artist. On the fourth floor of martial arts,
The benefit to the realm above the stairs is minimal. As long as a person who practices martial arts on the fourth floor has a fortune, it is not difficult to create a three-story martial artist. However, martial arts energy does not arise in vain. Dayao had a lot of walking skills.
The warriors who danced with guns and sold plasters all boasted about how magical their dog-skin plasters were, and how easy it was to produce martial arts energy after applying them. However, they were just inferior plasters that could not even cure bruises and injuries.
Therefore, the number of warriors on the fourth floor is much smaller than that on the three-story building. The reason can be seen clearly. Warrior Qi can be born only if it can be born. It cannot be made up for by hard work and study alone.
, it is true that hard work can make up for weakness in the first three floors of martial arts. Whether you can go up to the third floor of martial arts depends on whether God will reward you.
"This is the last thing that my uncle can leave to his descendants. Wei Changpan, you are going to suffer a lot. If you use uncle's gifts to do evil in the future, then I, Zhang Bashun, will kill you even if I go to the ends of the earth..."
Although Zhang Bashun knew that with his declining level of martial arts, even Wei Changpan before receiving the gift could only decide the outcome within twenty rounds, but not saying these harsh words seemed to show that he was not interested in this job.
Gifts are not meant to be taken seriously...
After saying that, he laughed to himself. How could a young man who could be favored by Uncle and Ah Wu have such a bad character when everything he did these days was seen?
Ten days ago, my uncle knew that his death was approaching, so he asked him to come to the ancestral hall and tell him frankly:
....
"Uncle's own Qi has been greatly reduced over the years, and there is only a small amount of pure energy left in the Dantian. It's not that I'm stingy and refuses to give it to you. It's actually because your talent in martial arts is limited.
, If you want to go up to the next level in the next few days, you know how many possibilities there are..."
"Uncle, stop talking. My nephew's head is buzzing. It's a waste to give my nephew a gift like Wu Fu Qi Ji. Even if he can force his way into the fourth floor with such a popular Qi Ji, he is destined not to have any chance in this life.
Advance..."
Zhang Bashun also knew the weight of this gift. Although he only knew a few deeds about his uncle's martial arts status back then, he could not help but secretly wonder whether his uncle was also standing in the Jin Dynasty back then.
The top group of people in the world, but what kind of people could make my uncle so severely injured that he was one-armed and one-legged, lingering in the escort agency's ancestral hall?
"Originally, I had already decided in my heart that your brother would inherit this gift of energy, but at that time he was arrogant and insisted on making a world of his own. If he had accepted this gift at that time, he would have been
If we can reach higher levels in martial arts, the outcome of the fight between the two so-called big sects in Jiangzhou is still uncertain."
"I am about to die, and you are no longer young. In the future, you will still be left to those young people to make trouble..."
That day, Zhang Ba secretly knew the candidate for this gift.
"Wei Changpan..." he murmured, "Don't let uncle down..."