"It's a pity that the power is not enough..."
After being surprised, An Qisheng sighed softly.
There are two search modes in Daoyitu, one is rough and the other is detailed. The latter is a hundred times more expensive than the former.
For example, Tong Zhengyang's information is roughly the same as above. If it is detailed information, it will include not only himself, but also the things he has experienced in the people he has met throughout his life.
It's a pity that he only has ten points of Dao power now. If he wants to know everything, he needs a thousand points of Dao power, which he naturally doesn't have.
After sighing, I could only keep this in mind.
After Tong Zhengyang’s life trajectory, lines of text listed his skills and martial arts:
[Kung Fu: Wang Quan Zhenyue Sword, Taibai Jigang Sutra, Dragon and Tiger Pure Yang Qi, Tianlong Immortal Steps, Heaven-covering Big Mudra, Nirvana Palm, Sky Wave Crossing Technique, Celestial Finger, Phantom Sound Fist, Destruction Sword... .....]
Compared to the pitiful old Taoist Wang Quan, there are not many techniques for Tong Zhengyang.
From internal skills to external skills, from swordsmanship to knife skills, from fists and palms to light crossing skills, there are dozens of them!
"These ten points of power are not in vain..."
An Qisheng nodded in his mind.
Although he can enter dreams and achieve Zhengyang at any time, it will not happen overnight if he wants to summarize all the techniques.
It was just a little Tao power, and all the techniques had been extracted from Tong Zhengyang's memory by Dao Yitu.
Although he can obtain all the skills listed in Dao Yitu.
However, it is just a technique.
If you want to gain Tong Zhengyang's experience with these techniques, in addition to entering a dream, you also have to spend more Taoist energy.
From this point of view, the more Dao power, the better.
"Huh?"
An Qisheng was about to examine the techniques in detail when his heart suddenly moved and he opened his eyes.
Not far away, a fat girl dressed as a maid came over holding a porcelain bowl.
"My lady asked me to deliver some dry food to the Taoist priest. Don't dislike it, the Taoist priest."
The maid pursed her lips.
An Qisheng gently took out his arms held by the two little ones and cupped them:
"Then I would like to thank you very much, Miss."
"What do you call Taoist Priest?"
The chubby maid handed over the porcelain bowl, two noodles, and three full heads.
"...The old Taoist nickname is Wang Quan."
An Qisheng thought for a while and finally said the Taoist name.
"Wealth, glory, royal power, life and death? The Taoist priest's Taoist title is really domineering."
The little maid was stunned for a moment, and she didn't expect that this old Taoist priest with a shabby appearance could be so domineering.
"It's not the power of power, but..."
An Qisheng wanted to refute, but his heart suddenly jumped:
"Wang Quan, Wang Quan, Wang Quan Taoist, Wang Quan Sword? Then Wang Quan Sword recognizes me as its master, could it be..."
As soon as he thought about it, An Qisheng suddenly became confused.
"Master Wang Quan?"
The fat maid waved her hand in front of his eyes.
"It's okay. I get lost easily as I get older."
An Qisheng came to his senses, smiled reluctantly, and took the porcelain bowl.
"Then I'll take my leave."
The fat maid looked at him with some pity and trotted to keep up with the carriage in front.
"I am Taoist Wang Quan? Taoist Wang Quan is me?"
Lying on the groceries again, An Qisheng had many thoughts running through his mind.
In fact, as early as when he got some of Wang Quan's memories, he had already become suspicious if he didn't find any words from Tong Zhengyang and Wang Quanjian in them.
I just didn't expect that I might actually be a Taoist King Quan.
But isn't this another paradox?
With a thought in his heart, he communicated again:
"Dao Yitu, how much Tao power is needed to get the origin of Wang Quan Sword?"
The light flashed from the perspective, and the words fell down like a waterfall:
[Searching for the origin of the King Quan Sword requires 10,000 Taoist power points]
"Ten thousand points..."
An Qisheng pillowed his arms and his eyes flickered a few times.
.......
The official road is uneven and many places are no longer open to traffic, so temporary paving or detours are required.
Only when the three great suns were shining side by side in the sky did we arrive at Nanliang County.
The city wall made of stone bricks is more than ten feet high. Several official roads in front of the city wall have finally become smooth when they reach here. Where the several roads intersect, the flow of people gradually increases.
There was a lot of buzz and a lot of popularity.
An Qisheng turned over and sat up, looking around.
After all, other people's memories are other people's memories, which are different from what you perceive.
Cars, horses, crowds of people, hawkers, women, merchants, soldiers, warriors, city gates, human voices, shouts and comments...
Everything is reflected in the slightly blurred vision, and then passed into the mind.
In An Qisheng's heart, the world suddenly became alive in his eyes.
"Jiu Fu Jie......"
An Qisheng felt a little uneasy.
"Master..."
"The county seat has arrived!"
At this time, the two children also woke up.
"Taoist Priest, I will send you here. Caravans entering the city are different from pedestrians entering the city. They need to be inspected."
The guard from before came over and cupped his hand.
"Thank you very much."
An Qi gave birth to the car.
"Pancakes, steamed buns."
Jiang Tingting's sharp eyes suddenly saw the dry food placed in the porcelain bowl.
"This is a gift from the lady. If you are hungry, just eat."
An Qisheng smiled slightly.
The two little guys had already devoured the steamed buns.
"No more."
An Qisheng cupped his hands and walked towards the city gate with the two little guys.
After eating solid food and taking a short rest, as long as he is not running, he no longer needs support for daily walking.
Walking into the crowd and listening to a completely different language from Xuan Xing, An Qisheng felt strange.
The two little guys didn't care at all. They had a steamed bun in each hand and ate it extremely sweet.
Following the flow of people into the city, the streets in Nanliang County are straight and flat, completely different from the uneven official roads.
“Candied haws~~~”
"High-quality floral fabrics and high-quality satin, custom-made clothes!"
"A hundred-forged steel knife can cut iron like clay. It is a must-have item for traveling in the world."
The straight street leads straight into the depths, with buildings on both sides lined up one after another. Various small merchants and hawkers are selling on both sides of the street.
It was bustling with people, and even though it was a county town, it was very lively.
An Qisheng was not surprised. The world was at war all the year round, and there were wild beasts hurting people from time to time in the wild. A city with a thick wall naturally gave people a sense of security.
Naturally, the flow of people will converge towards the county seat.
Walking through a street, An Qisheng's novelty continued, but thinking that the two little guys didn't have a good rest, he randomly found an inn.
The innkeeper initially thought the three of them were dirty and was unwilling to entertain them. After An Qisheng took out the money, his attitude suddenly became enthusiastic.
The charm of silver is enough to make people ignore everything.
In the room on the third floor of the inn, mist was lingering and water vapor was steaming. Two little guys who had been washed clean and put on new clothes worked hard to clean the master's body.
After being deprived of the inner strength of the boy's skill, the old Taoist lay there for twenty days. His body almost stunk. He had to wash it twice before the rotten stench dissipated.
Fortunately, I don't have many teeth, so I don't need to brush them.
This is a sad thing.
After a lot of trouble, the sky had already darkened. An Qisheng ordered a table of food for the two little guys to eat and drink before they really settled down.
A faint red light shone in from the window, matching the faint light of the candle.
An Qisheng sat on the bed and looked at the bronze mirror carefully.
In the bronze mirror, after washing, the old Taoist priest no longer has the air of decay, his hair is gray, but he has a bit more immortality.
I have to say that if he wasn't too old, his appearance would be quite good.
"One old Taoist and two children, showing off their money today, may attract prying eyes. The gangsters from Snake King Mountain may also come... And Kong San from Jishen Sect, who took away the internal power of the old Taoist, is really... coincide?"
An Qisheng let out a slight breath, and the complicated thoughts were spit out from his body:
"It's time to start practicing..."
The martial arts in this world are very different from Xuanxing's from the beginning. Although Zhenqi used to be polished by muscles, bones, skin and flesh, in this world, internal force is used to polish the body.
The reason for polishing the physical body is also to carry the violent spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Therefore, the first step in martial arts in this world is to develop the sense of Qi and generate internal power.
Although martial arts is very popular in this world and there are many martial arts practitioners, it does not mean that the secrets of internal strength are easy to obtain.
According to normal people, only after becoming a master at the age of seven, doing odd jobs for three years, being an apprentice for three years, and then conducting an inspection for three years can one learn the secrets of internal strength.
And the master will always hold back.
Secrets of internal strength are hard to come by.
"We must first develop our internal strength..."
An Qisheng muttered something in his mind, and several secrets of inner strength cultivation that he knew already appeared in his mind.
Martial arts, martial arts, internal strength cultivation is gong, fists, feet, swords and spears are martial arts.
Martial arts can only be achieved through success.
This is the common knowledge and cognition of martial arts people in this world.
Wang Quan Lao Taoist's Unnamed Boy Kung Fu, the Hanguang Breathing and Breathing Method for directing Zheng Yang, the Dragon and Tiger Pure Yang Qi, and the Taibai Jigang Sutra are all kung fu.
However, the Taibai Jigang Sutra can only be practiced after condensing the Qi vessels, and the Dragon and Tiger Pure Yang Qi can only be practiced after exchanging blood.
In fact, the only things he could choose were the Unknown Boy Technique and the Hanguang Breathing Technique.
In his estimation, the two should be of equal value. However, compared to the Hanguang Breathing Method, the Child Skill is more suitable for the pure yang energy of dragon and tiger.
After all, there is no inheritance of Tong Zheng Yang, and the Dragon Tiger Pure Yang Qi was just something he stole from the Dragon Tiger Sect, and it was not completely consistent with the Han Guang Breathing Method he practiced.
"Then let's use child skills..."
An Qisheng's mind moved, and the training instructions, precautions, and knocking on the door of Tongzi Kung had already appeared in his mind.
Tongzi Kung Fu is not a static Kung Fu, but a dynamic Kung Fu.
As the name suggests, practicing requires a series of complex movements to fully mobilize the body and generate internal force in the body.
"If an ordinary ninety-year-old man were to practice these movements, he would be sent away before completing one set..."
An Qisheng changed his mind and started to make various actions.
His movements were gentle and careful. Although he was already in control of this body, his almost hollowed-out old body could not withstand too strenuous exercise.
Maybe it's because the body itself already has memory of these actions, or maybe it's because An Qisheng has amazing control over the body.
This set of movements, which are comparable to difficult yoga in the eyes of ordinary people, really allowed him to do it in one go.
Phew~
While exercising, An Qisheng kept adjusting his breathing.
Three exhales and one inhale, together with one fall.
The cycle goes back and forth, over and over again.
Gradually, An Qisheng was keenly aware of a trace of air rising in his abdomen, gradually spreading throughout his body.
"Is this it?"
An Qisheng's thoughts flashed through his mind, but his movements did not stop.
Rhythmic breathing combined with complex movements drives the heat flow throughout the body.
He only felt that the place where his inner Qi traveled was warm, and his sleepiness and fatigue disappeared. When his whole body had traveled through a complete reincarnation, he felt as if he had been baptized both physically and mentally!
This feeling is like the depleted land being nourished, and the people who are about to die of thirst drink the spring water!
It was just a reincarnation, and An Qisheng felt that this body was several years younger.
It was an instant success!
