On the third day of September, autumn is in full swing and the maple leaves are turning red.
Song Xing, who had disappeared for three months, had already arrived in the capital when he reappeared.
Wearing a black outfit with narrow sleeves and short black hair, his facial features are like sculptures, faintly revealing the color of jade, and a pair of overly cold eyes make him look like he should not be approached by strangers.
The longevity sword behind his back was wrapped in cloth, with only the hilt exposed.
He came here to find someone.
But the person he was looking for didn't know his face or address, so he was nowhere to be found.
Fortunately, he was not in a hurry. When he saw a shop selling breakfast in the cold wind, he simply walked in and ordered a table full of food.
Ginger steak, fried rings, bean juice, braised pork belly, stir-fried liver, door-nail meatloaf, the seemingly small shop has a rich variety of food, and there is an endless stream of diners coming and going.
Song Xing placed the Changsheng Sword on the corner of the table, picked up his chopsticks and ate it. The taste was surprisingly good.
Perhaps it was because Song Xing's temperament was too cold, or perhaps because his food appearance was a bit shocking, no one came to share the table at Nuo Da's dinner table.
A table full of food was quickly wiped out by Song Xing. Under the boss's dull gaze, Song Xing handed him a piece of broken silver and ordered another table.
Song Xing, who had successfully undergone blood transfusion, consumed an astonishing amount of energy in his body every day. It is definitely not an exaggeration to say that he eats an ox a day.
After the blood transfusion, the elixir energy penetrates the whole body, and the power of Yuan Qi will be born in the body and integrated into the 'golden elixir'.
Yuan Qi is a kind of energy mentioned in Taoist classics.
The spiritual light is hidden in the fetus, the innate essence is transformed into the yin mercury of Li, and the innate destiny is transformed into the yang lead of Kan. This is called Yuan Qi.
Qi is the innate vitality, which is separate from the acquired Qi. The innate vitality is the source of life.
It is often said in Taoist classics that "when Qi gathers, there is life, when Qi disperses, there is death", it is this innate Yuan Qi that we are talking about.
"Qi" in Taoist culture is a kind of metaphysical energy, the innate Qi that exists in the universe. It is large and has no outside, small and has no inside, has no beginning and no end, is colorless and tasteless, but it is the source of the birth and death of all things. The original power is the origin of Tao.
But in martial arts, when you reach the realm of blood exchange, you can indeed touch the essence of Qi, that is, the innate power of origin.
When everyone is still a fetus, there is a faint trace of innate energy in the body. This trace of power will disappear between heaven and earth when the fetus falls to the ground, and the innate energy will turn into acquired energy.
After the warrior has undergone nirvana and exchanged blood, he can transfer the acquired energy in his body into the innate energy by transporting the elixir, which is stored in the 'golden elixir' and blended into the blood, so that he can explode with greater power during battle.
Acquired Qi is transformed from the subtle material energy of water and grains. It can be absorbed from the diet and strengthened through martial arts practice and other methods.
Therefore, even if the warrior who moved the blood mirror ate an ox a day, the powerful digestive capacity of the internal organs would be enough to absorb the energy.
When the second table of food arrived, Song Xing ate much more gracefully. At the same time, his elixir energy was running, and the internal organs were rubbing against each other, quickly converting the food he had eaten into energy.
Fried golden-colored pork chops, honey twists similar to human ears, sprinkled with golden-colored sugar sauce, fragrant and fragrant. Pick one up and put it in your mouth. The texture is crispy, sweet and delicious.
The rows are like a bag, and the leek and pork stuffing is grilled. The skin is thin and the filling is big. It is cooked and eaten freshly, and then drizzled with balsamic vinegar. Take a bite and it will be charred on the outside and tender on the inside.
The aroma of fire was smelling in his nose, the boss's greeting came to his ears, and the clinking of pots and pans in the kitchen was heard. Song Xing's cold eyes finally regained a trace of warmth, and he tasted the plainness with his heart. time.
The sound of selling bean curd came from outside the door. On the streets of Beijing in the morning, there are always people walking through the streets, bringing home-made tofu curd and bean curd selling along the street.
Maybe he was tired of drinking soybean juice, so some diners in the restaurant stopped the old man outside the door and bought a few steaming bowls of salty tofu pudding.
When the old man passed by Song Xing, Song Xing also stopped him, handed over his copper coins, and bought a large bowl of tofu curd.
The tofu nao is quite authentic. The white tofu in the big bowl is sprinkled with minced meat, celery, mustard, day lily, fungus, sesame paste, chili oil, coriander, soy sauce, vinegar, minced garlic, and chopped green onion. Plant ingredients and drink to the praise of other diners.
Song Xing frowned slightly, moved the chopsticks in his right hand slightly, the shadow of the chopsticks flashed by, and he picked out every coriander in the bowl and threw it on the table.
He picked up the sea bowl with his left hand and drank the tofu curd in his hand in a few mouthfuls while it was still warm.
The old man's trembling hands moved towards the few copper coins on the table. However, just as he touched the table, he was held down by a pair of chopsticks.
He raised his slightly cloudy eyes and looked at it. The hand holding the chopsticks came from Song Xing.
"The tofu puff tastes good."
Song Xing put down the sea bowl, looked at the old man who seemed a little scared and had a stooped body, and said with a smile.
"As long as the guests like it." The old man looked at Song Xing dressed as a Jianghu man, with a look of fear in his eyes.
Song Xing looked at the old man and smiled and said: "You have been following me for three hours since I entered the city gate. Apart from some scattered silver coins, the only valuable thing on my body is this sword. Do you want to see this sword? "
The old man looked at Song Xing with his cloudy eyes open, his mouth was speechless, as if he didn't know how to reply.
The next second, the chopsticks in Song Xing's hand appeared in front of the old man's throat, and they were about to pierce his throat like lightning.
The old man, who was already a little shaky even when walking, suddenly let out a strange cry, jumped up, and turned three or four times in the air, miraculously dodging the chopsticks stabbed by Song Xing.
With a snapping sound, the chopsticks flew through the air and inserted directly into a wooden pillar in front of the food shop.
Bamboo chopsticks penetrate directly through the wooden stake and are inserted deeply into it.
The old man, who was still in the air, caught sight of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his heart suddenly trembled. His originally falling body miraculously lifted up again, turned two more somersaults, and was outside the restaurant in an instant.
The moment he landed on the ground, his rickety body straightened up, his eyes flashed with light, and the muddy old look from before was nowhere to be seen.
He raised his eyes to look at Song Xing's position, but his expression froze, because Song Xing's faint voice came from behind him: "What a light skill, you are indeed the king of stealing kings."
Song Xing, who should still be at the table, appeared behind him like a ghost, blocking his way.
"Why can't it be Chu Liuxiang, the bandit commander?"
Under the old face, the young man's voice came out, a little shrill, a little hoarse, and a little harsh in the ears.
Song Xing looked at the person who turned around and said: "Too'er, who is excellent in lightness skills and proficient in the art of disguise, who else can you have in the world besides you, Sikong Zhaixing?"
The old man, that is, Sikong Zhaixing, smiled when he heard this, wiped his left hand on his face, and instantly changed into a young face, looked at Song Xing and said: "Good eyesight, I just saw that your sword is strange." , I want to borrow it for two days."
Sikong Zhaixing, Chu Liuxiang, Li Xiao, and Gongsun Miao are the four great thieves who are recognized as the strongest thieves in the world and the best in light kung fu.
The four people's stealing skills are unparalleled in the world, and the four people have different personalities. Each of them has his own habits and styles.
Sikong Zhaixing has been famous in the world for four or five years. He is good at stealing and disguise. To him, stealing is just an art for fun. No matter how precious the treasure is, as long as it catches his eye, there is nothing he can't steal.
But he never steals gold, silver or other mundane things. He even needs someone to pay him before he takes action.
And the things he likes are also strange and weird, some are precious and some are rare, it all depends on his mood.
This time, for some reason, Song Xing's longevity sword wrapped in cloth was targeted by this thief.
