Barren mountains, heavy rain.
A burst of joyful laughter floated out from the ruined temple halfway up the mountain.
Zhang Qingyuan sat in the dilapidated temple. In just ten days, he transformed and upgraded the internal skills and mental methods created by his master.
Based on the theories of the "Tao Te Ching", "Nan Hua Jing", "Huang Di Nei Jing" and other scriptures, as well as the foundation of internal strength created by old Taoist priests, Zhang Qingyuan created a more powerful inner strength method that is more suitable for his practice. .
Therefore, those who practice Qigong quickly are not considered geniuses, but those who can create are geniuses.
Zhang Qingyuan named this internal power "Yin Yang Wuji Gong". Yin and Yang are mutually reinforcing, and the internal force flows freely and continuously, and the yin and yang are harmonized.
By practicing this internal skill, the internal power produced is purer than before, which is the legendary true energy.
Lao Zhang's talent is really high.
It is true that having a system will get twice the result with half the effort, but things obtained by cheating will not be as fulfilling as those created by oneself.
Zhang Qingyuan condensed his true energy into the palm of his hand and waved his palm towards the broken table three feet away.
A powerful force shot out like a cannonball, and the already broken table was torn into pieces by this indifferent slap.
"Infuriating energy is indeed more domineering than internal force!"
Zhang Qingyuan looked at his palms and clearly didn't feel any change in his strength, but the Qi transformed from internal force was indeed much stronger than before.
Next is swordsmanship, boxing and Qinggong.
A sense of pride arose.
He didn't understand before that why his master felt so accomplished after spending the whole day studying martial arts in his room.
Taking out a medical book, Zhang Qingyuan began to enrich himself.
The fire was crackling, sparks were flying, and two steamed buns were roasting on the fire.
Walking around the world is different from being in a Taoist temple. When you are in a Taoist temple, you are like a student who has not left campus, pure, beautiful and carefree.
And once you step out of school, you will find that society is not as beautiful as you imagined.
They engage in intrigues and intrigues, are forced by life, and are severely beaten by society.
The modern society in the previous life was so sad, let alone the arena in the martial arts world.
Today's world is the Daqian Dynasty, the imperial power is complex, and the Jianghu power is even more numerous.
Swords and swords, open guns and hidden arrows, taking human life and... money at a loss.
Yes, what Zhang Qingyuan is most worried about now is nothing else. Now he has no money.
It had only been ten days since I left the Taoist temple. In just ten days, the one tael of silver I had saved had been spent, leaving only fifteen cents.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been hiding in a ruined temple on a rainy night, chewing dry steamed buns on the ground.
Putting down the medical book, Zhang Qingyuan picked up the steamed buns and couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, money, money, why can't you help spending it."
Ten days ago, he said goodbye to his third senior brother and left Sanqing Temple.
Walking aimlessly, inquiring about the recent major events in the world and studying martial arts.
When you go out, you need to stay in a hotel and eat.
Zhang Qingyuan was a member of the Moonlight clan in his previous life, and was used to spending a lot of money.
Having just entered the world, he still retained the living habits of his previous life and had no idea of saving money.
So as early as the eighth day, he had almost spent all his money.
He still had dozens of pennies, which he couldn't bear to stay in, so he kept them for emergencies.
I took a bite of the steamed bun, but it was dry and hard to swallow, so I swallowed it with cold water.
"well."
He sighed.
Isn't the world supposed to be like this?
He had doubts.
In my previous life, I read martial arts novels and watched martial arts TV. Those heroes didn't work, but they had money to spend.
When staying in an inn, you must go to the upper room. The standard meal is two pounds of beef and a jar of daughter's red wine.
Where did their money come from?
Why don't I?
Thinking of this, Zhang Qingyuan turned his grief and anger into motivation, vented his anger on the steamed bun in his hand, and chewed harder.
After finishing the steamed buns, Zhang Qingyuan got up and went to pee.
Standing at the door of the temple, I took off my pants and took out my water gun. The sonorous and powerful water column was slightly yellow, mixed with the heavy rain, and flowed into the distance.
"Hmm...comfortable!"
Zhang Qingyuan sighed and shook twice.
Looking down at Xiao Qingyuan, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be still a baby in this world.
In my previous life, I was a social worker. I had no time to fall in love since I graduated from college. Every time I got paid, I would go to the club and get a set of 998.
Since the Internet said that the police would check it based on consumption records, I have never been there again.
Are brothels legal in this world?
right?
Brothels are legal, but there is no prostitution money in my pocket. In a day or two, even eating will be a problem.
Damn this fucking life.
Who would have thought that after traveling through time, I would still have to worry about money.
While I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a burst of wind.
Zhang Qingyuan became cautious, pricked up his ears and listened carefully. Who would come to this miserable place after such heavy rain?
The sound is getting louder and louder. Looking at the situation, it seems that the person coming is here.
Barren mountains and ridges, ancient temples under heavy rain, this kind of scenario always appears in Liaozhai.
So are you Hu Sanniang or Nie Xiaoqian?
Zhang Qingyuan pinched a spiritual official seal on his right hand. Although this is the world of martial arts, the Taoist heritage not only has martial arts, but also myths.
Zhang Qingyuan has never seen a ghost, but he did learn techniques such as making hand gestures, chanting spells, and drawing talismans, but he has never seen anything supernatural.
In the final analysis, this world is not a fairy world, there are no magic, there are no demons, and the methods of eliminating demons passed down by Taoism and Buddhism are just a kind of culture.
The sound got closer and closer, and as expected, within a moment, the man had already arrived in front of the temple gate.
Zhang Qingyuan sat by the fire, staring at the door.
I saw that the person who came was a young girl. She was wearing a goose-yellow dress that had been soaked by the rain. Her hair was stuck to her face and her face was deserted.
The rain-soaked clothes clung to his skin, making him take a breath.
It's been three years, and I haven't touched a girl or fallen in love with a girl in three years. When I saw this woman, I felt a sense of emptiness and loneliness in my peaceful heart.
The two looked at each other, and the girl was slightly startled. It seemed that she did not expect that there was someone in the ruined temple on the barren mountain. He was a handsome little Taoist priest with a ruthless face.
The girl was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a deserted face and a pale complexion, and she was holding a sword in her hand. The sword was three feet long and exuded a deep cold air. The blade shone with cold light and the hilt was inlaid with gems. It looked like it was not ordinary at first glance.
It seems it's not Nie Xiaoqian, so excited... ahem, worried in vain.
The girl stood at the door, looking at him cautiously, trying to discern whether this person was in danger.
Zhang Qingyuan looked up and down and saw a touch of red on the woman's skirt. He was sure it was not his aunt.
The girl was injured.
There was more than one wound, and blood slowly flowed down his thigh and soaked through his clothes.
Seeing that Zhang Qingyuan did not move, the girl walked into the temple cautiously and went straight to the fire in front of Zhang Qingyuan.
She walked to the opposite side of Zhang Qingyuan, holding the sword tightly in her hand. If the little Taoist priest misbehaved, she could fight back at any time.
Zhang Qingyuan didn't move, he just put the medical book into his bag, took out another scripture and continued reading.
The woman still seemed uneasy, her sword was always facing the enemy.
Point your sword at me before my fire?
Zhang Qingyuan is not afraid of threats from her. Personally, he feels that this girl is no match for him.
But there was always a sword in front of him, as if I was some kind of bad guy, which made Zhang Qingyuan very uncomfortable.
Putting the book down a little, he raised his eyelids and looked at her, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his scornful expression gave the girl a feeling of frivolity.
Zhang Qingyuan didn't care what she thought. He leaned on the haystack with a lazy attitude and raised his eyebrows, looking even more frivolous.
"Hey, girl, you keep pointing a sword at me. Do you want to rob me of wealth or sex?
To tell you the truth, if it is to rob wealth, Pindao will not do it.
If it is a calamity, I will accompany you! "
