Chapter 47 Qinggong

Style: Fantasy Author: Snow-filled bow and knifeWords: 2288Update Time: 24/01/11 17:46:36
This wood-burning knife has a lot of background.

Back then, when the mainland of China was not divided into north and south, and the Great Xia Dynasty was still there, the wood-burning knife was one of the most superior cultivation methods in Buddhism.

At that time, there was a saying that burning wood is the best knife in the world.

But later, war broke out in China, the princes conquered, and the Great Xia Dynasty collapsed. Many Xia people, courts, martial arts sects, and martial arts people were forced to move south.

In the process, the wood-burning knife was lost.

Those masters who know how to use wood-burning knives are dead and injured. Even if they live to this day, they are probably very old.

If it weren't for the fat old man, no one else would know about these things!

The fat old man was silent.

The master behind this kid knows Fuhu Fist and the training method of burning wood swords. He is most likely a member of the army of the former dynasty!

It is reasonable for people in the previous dynasty to hide from the light.

The fat old man already had a rough outline of his knowledge of this person, but he didn't take it seriously.

He became famous very early.

Even in the previous dynasty, he was a famous figure!

It's just that during this period, he showed off several times, but all ended in failure, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

Seeing the way the fat old man was gnashing his teeth, Chen Tang couldn't help but nodded secretly. The wood-burning knife is really powerful, and the people in the mountains will not deceive me.

"Why do you want to learn swordsmanship?"

The fat old man changed the topic again and said, "Actually, I have a deeper attainment in swordsmanship."

This question actually stopped Chen Tang.

In fact, it doesn't matter to him whether he uses a sword or a knife.

You can look cool with a sword, and you can show off with a knife.

Maybe it has something to do with the obsession of my predecessor, and being a swordsman is not bad either.

In his previous life, he was deeply impressed by a swordsman in a book.

No matter what he was doing, the swordsman always held a sword in his hand.

A strange knife with a black scabbard and a black handle.

The swordsman wore dark clothes and had dark eyes.

But the hand he held the knife in was pale.

Look at how cool this guy is.

Chen Tang has long thought that one day, he would dress up like this and travel around the world to gain a famous name.

At least he must be better than Fuhu Shaoxia.

This title is too perfunctory.

At this moment, Qingmu and Zhiwei came to the courtyard and said, "We are going shopping. Do we want to buy anything?"

"You guys go ahead and buy it."

The fat old man waved his hand casually.

Qingmu glanced at Chen Tang and said, "You don't have much change of clothes, so I'll make you two sets."

With that said, Qingmu came to Chen Tang and stretched out his fingers to measure Chen Tang's body.

The two are very close.

Qingmu's fingers wandered over his body, passing over his chest, lower abdomen, thighs... it was a little itchy, a little numb.

Chen Tang felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"Sister Mu, thank you."

Chen Tang swallowed.

Qingmu measured it and knew it well. He tapped Chen Tang's forehead lightly with his fingers and said with a smile: "It's rare to hear the word "thank you" from your mouth."

Before this, Chen Tang had always been wary of the fat old man and Qing Mu.

Only now did he take off his guard.

Even in his previous life, no one cared about him like this and even thought about buying him clothes.

"Is there any color requirement?"

Qingmu asked.

Chen Tang said: "It needs to be black, all in black."

Qingmu raised her eyebrows and asked, "What are you going to do? Are you going out to do bad things at night?"

This is certainly one of the reasons, to facilitate movement at night.

It's just hard to say it openly.

Chen Tang said: "This is a Jianghu suit. From now on, when I walk on the street, when everyone looks at it, the man's clothes are dark, the handle of the knife is dark, and the scabbard is dark, but his face is pale... I think I thought, this is so cool."

Zhiwei covered her mouth and snickered, revealing a pair of smiling eyes.

Qingmu smiled and said: "You are so beautiful."

She put on her bamboo hat, veil, and left with Zhiwei in hand.

Whenever he leaves this small courtyard, Qingmu will put on a bamboo hat and veil to cover his face to avoid getting into trouble.

The fat old man thought for a while and then suddenly said: "I see that you have mastered the Fuhu Fist to the divine level, and your sword skills also include the wood-burning method, but your body skills are slightly lacking."

"Senior has a keen eye!"

Chen Tang's eyes lit up, and he immediately changed his title and praised him.

cut!

The fat old man curled his lips.

Chen Tang asked: "Senior, do you know the kind of Qinggong that involves flying over eaves and walking over walls?"

After coming to this world, what he wanted to practice most, besides internal strength, was the legendary Qing Gong!

Moreover, Chen Tang had already paid attention to it.

Although the fat old man has a wide body and short stature, his movement is amazingly fast.

The fat old man said: "You said that the kind of Qinggong that flies over eaves, walks over walls, and goes up and down requires the support of the inner family's true energy. You are not yet at a good level, so you can't practice it yet."

"However, I can teach you a light-body technique, the Gekko Wall-Wandering Technique!"

Gecko’s wall-walking skill?

Chen Tang's eyebrows drooped a bit.

This qinggong doesn't feel very powerful.

The fat old man seemed to see what Chen Tang was thinking, and sneered and said: "Don't underestimate this Qing Gong. Before the fifth level, the Gecko Wandering Wall Skill was enough for you. If you master this Qing Gong, let alone those around you." These high walls and deep courtyards are three to five feet high city walls, and you can swim up them!"

"And this set of light skills is very suitable for you. Your Fuhu Fist is more than strong, but not flexible enough. The Gekko Wall Walking Skill is just a soft skill jujitsu, which can make up for the missing parts of your skills."

"Practicing this Qing Gong skillfully will be of great benefit to your practice and help you reach the ninth level faster!"

After hearing what the fat old man said, Chen Tang put away his contempt and said in a deep voice: "I hope my senior can give me some advice."

"Um."

The fat old man came to the foot of the wall next to him and said: "First of all, before performing the movement technique, you must adjust your breathing, relax your body, and calm your mind. These are the three key points of Gecko Wall Walking Technique, regulating the body and regulating the breath. , adjust your mind.”

The fat old man first explained the breathing method and some application techniques of this Qing Gong to Chen Tang.

Then, the fat old man was seen leaning against the earth wall, like a fat gecko, suddenly starting to swim on the wall.

However, the earthen wall is not high.

The fat old man didn't wander around for a few times before he came to the top of the wall.

I saw him turn around and stick to the earth wall, walking sideways. His whole body seemed to be hanging on it, completely losing gravity!

"The earthen wall of your house is too short, so it can't be used to its full potential."

The fat old man was hanging on the earthen wall and could still speak, saying: "Let alone this uneven wall, even a city wall that is as smooth as a mirror and has no footholds. As long as you practice well, you can swim up it!"

"Learn this gecko wall-walking skill, and even the inner courtyard of the palace won't be able to stop you!"

Chen Tang's eyes trembled when he heard this, and he asked in disbelief: "If I learn this light skill, I can even enter the palace?"

"Then you are overthinking."

The fat old man said: "It's just that the wall in the inner courtyard of the palace can't stop you. Anyone in the palace who stands up can beat you to death."

After a pause, the fat old man shook his head and said with some pride: "If you want to sneak into the palace quietly without being discovered, you have to continue practicing with me."