Chen Mansion, side courtyard.
The servants boiled the water, and He Qingxian went to the room to take a bath alone.
Zhang Qingyuan reluctantly took out his clothes. This was a new Taoist robe made in Chunyang Palace, and he couldn't bear to wear it.
The three of them sat in the yard, looking at the light in front of the window. A man leaned against the tub and stretched his arms like a coquettish man.
Faintly, there were still a few moans coming out.
Li Qiuran and Chen Ling'er covered their ears with resentment on their faces.
The maids brought hot tea. Zhang Qingyuan sighed while drinking tea, how come such a good Taoist priest has been attracting bees and butterflies everywhere as if he has been smeared with honey since he left Sanqingguan?
Chen Ling'er had a straight face, shrugged her nose, gritted her teeth and said, "Oh, I want to see how good he looks after he's dressed up!"
The girl was worried about He Qingxian's good looks. She didn't believe how shocking the beaten beggar she met on the street could be.
His fiancé, Wang Xiyuan, who is known as the youngest in the world, dare not say that he has attracted the favor of the four most beautiful women in the world. Why should he?
Because he doesn’t take a shower,
Still based on his poor martial arts skills.
Zhang Qingyuan glanced at her and said nothing, quietly waiting for the scene where she was about to be slapped in the face.
You can call Second Senior Brother lazy or decadent, but when it comes to appearance and temperament, even I feel inferior to him.
There is a kind of person, no matter what image he appears to others, he has a kind of lethality towards women.
If he pretends to be elegant, he is a handsome young man.
If he pretends to be cold, he is a peerless young man.
If he pretends to be enthusiastic, he is the big brother next door.
If he pretends to be decadent, girls will still express affectionately that they like this kind of half-dead man.
He Qingxian is such a person, no matter from any angle, he can attract the hearts of different types of women.
Otherwise, how could Master like him so much when he was at Sanqing Temple.
In terms of food and clothing, how can he not rely on his talent and appearance to attract those female believers to donate incense? Without him, can Sanqingguan eat meat every day?
Li Qiuran didn't care about this. The only man she could care about now was Zhang Qingyuan.
A woman like her, once she falls in love, will never change, there will be no divorce, only widowhood!
She supported her chin with one hand, looked at the tea on the stone table expressionlessly, and said calmly: "How do you plan to arrange for him?"
Li Qiuran is not the kind of stingy matron, nor is she someone who looks down on poor relatives.
Although she had a bad impression of the second senior brother, she would not take her anger out on him.
I just wanted to ask Zhang Qingyuan's opinion so that I could prepare in advance.
"Let's help him get through the difficulties first." Zhang Qingyuan also had no clue.
When you hear what happened to him, you can call him pitiful. The beauty in his arms makes him more lively than himself.
But let's say he was lucky, the people he provoked were more powerful than himself.
Since he entered the world, although he has provoked a lot of people and killed a lot of people, none of them can compare to the power of the Thousand Eagle Demon Lord, Emei Shushan.
Looking back on the past two years, the second senior brother was indeed the one who took the best care of himself, and he had to help him even though he was emotionally and rationally.
It’s easy to talk about the Thousand Eagle Demon Lord, but after all, it’s the devil’s crooked way.
But Emei and Shushan are both first-class famous sects, and the key is to correct their own shortcomings.
Although the name Zhenwu Daojun is great, trying to protect him based on this reputation alone is also a fool's errand.
An apology is for sure, even giving him some corporal punishment is not an exaggeration.
The main thing is that I don't know what the attitudes of those two sects are, especially Emei. Their disciples cheated on them and knew they were wrong. They were scolded by Shushan and everyone knew about it.
Will they direct all their anger at their second senior brother?
The face of such a great sect cannot be offset by blood.
Difficult!
Li Qiuran also saw that his little man was in a state of distress, and comforted him: "Don't worry, Emei is a well-known and upright person, so he won't embarrass him too much."
How could it not be difficult...
Zhang Qingyuan sighed, "I hope so."
"It's just that he has lost all his martial arts skills now. If the enemy comes to find him, we may not be able to fight with two fists." Li Qiuran said worriedly.
"Um."
This is indeed a problem.
If the two of them were led away, with the current martial arts skills of the second senior brother, they would be nothing more than lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Zhang Qingyuan stood up and returned to his room. He found a baggage containing scriptures and secrets in the room, and took out three inner skills and mental techniques.
Go back to the yard and slap the secret book on the table.
"I'll ask him later which one he would like to practice. His sword skills are still there, but he doesn't have the blessing of internal strength. As long as he improves his internal strength, his martial arts should recover quickly."
Li Qiuran nodded and suddenly smiled: "He practiced the internal skills passed down by your master before, but the results were not good. Maybe the internal skills you created are more suitable for him."
"maybe."
This is also the reason why Zhang Qingyuan wants to take out these three skills. The previous Sanqing Creation Art, which he has practiced for fifteen years, is not as good as the internal strength he has developed by practicing for two and a half years.
So while he has lost all his internal strength this time, asking him to change his internal strength training may have miraculous effects.
Even if he was born a loser, it would not be a loss if he practiced the internal skills he gave him. Anyway, he was slow in practicing everything, so why bother with so much.
Chen Ling'er drank tea and looked at the secret books on the table. She knew that Taoist Master Qingyuan was a peerless genius since she first met Zhang Qingyuan, and now it was the first time that she saw his self-created martial arts. I can’t bear to think about it.
Pointing to the secret book on the table, he asked, "Can I see it?"
"Look, if you think which martial arts is suitable for you, there's no harm in practicing it."
Chen Ling'er said in surprise: "Thank you, Taoist Master Qingyuan."
"polite."
Zhang Qingyuan has never been stingy about his martial arts. As long as he has not learned how to kill people and set fires, it will be the same for anyone who practices it. In this regard, he has a similar idea to Chunyang Palace and Taiyin Palace.
Martial arts were created just for practice, so why are they still being hidden?
Many famous sects fell into decline because they concealed their own values.
The Xiaoyao sect in Jin Yong's novels is an example. They only accept good-looking disciples, and there are just three or two of them and they act like they are fighting.
If you want to learn their martial arts, you have to play chess, which has prerequisites.
How did it end?
It disappeared into the dust of history within a few years, leaving nothing behind.
If Xiaoyao Sect didn't have so many restrictions and could practice whatever they wanted to learn, maybe there would be a few martial arts geniuses who would pass on the legacy.
Even if the sect is gone, the Xiaoyao sect's martial arts will remain in the world for future generations to remember.
Chen Ling'er picked up "Yin Yang Wuji Gong" and flipped through it for a while, then quietly put it down.
Li Qiuran saw her slightly embarrassed look and asked, "Why, does it feel too difficult?"
Chen Ling'er was noncommittal, nodded and said, "It's not that difficult. I can't balance time and yin and yang."
She looked at Zhang Qingyuan and asked with great confusion: "Taoist Priest Qingyuan, why do you want to create such a difficult martial art and how can you pass it on in the future?"
"Um?"
Zhang Qingyuan didn't know why, he frowned slightly and said doubtfully: "No, I have written down the cultivation techniques, the direction of the meridians, and the balance method of yin and yang very clearly. What else is difficult to practice?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Ling'er looked at him unconvinced and exclaimed: "It's not difficult. In the human body, yin and yang are naturally unbalanced. How could anyone adjust the yin and yang in their body to be exactly the same?" Waiting status?
This requirement alone is no less than asking ordinary people to walk on a small ropeway thousands of feet high in the sky. When the wind blows, they fall! "
"Really?" Zhang Qingyuan picked up the Yin Yang Wuji Kung Fu and questioned, "I've already mastered it, don't you think it's that difficult?"
"you……"
Chen Ling'er was speechless, feeling that this person really needed a beating.
Zhang Qingyuan looked like Li Qiuran again, "What do you think?"
Li Qiuran smiled mysteriously at him.
She had also read Yin Yang Wuji Gong, but she never dared to tell him about it.
Because Zhang Qingyuan always told himself that he wanted to record the training characteristics of the martial arts he created, and it could not be like Chunyang Palace so that future generations of disciples could not understand it.
Indeed, Zhang Qingyuan wrote very clearly, and the details were also marked comprehensively.
But being able to understand does not mean that you can learn. These are two different things.
Therefore, Li Qiuran did not dare to tell Zhang Qingyuan because he was afraid that he would be hit.
It is estimated that the original Chunyang Patriarch also marked the details of the technique, but it was of no use.
Because his brain says he understands, his body will tell him you farted!
At this moment, Zhang Qingyuan once again refreshed the horror of Zhang Sanfeng's talent.
He thinks Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu is very simple, and the Seven Heroes of Wudang will tell him with facts, Master, you are wrong!
Realizing this, Zhang Qingyuan smiled awkwardly.
"Okay, look at something else."
Chen Ling'er picked up the "Xuanyin Manual" and read it silently. This time, she didn't put it down without turning a few pages. Instead, she read it with relish.
After a while, the door creaked open.
The three of them raised their heads and saw a man wearing a blue and white Tai Chi robe at the door, wiping his hair with a towel.
At first glance, he has a slender figure and jade-like skin. Upon closer inspection, you will see a handsome nose, a mouth that is as attractive as rose petals, a pair of peach-blossom eyes as deep as stars, and three-dimensional facial features that are completely natural, and are distributed on the angular face. Three thousand green hairs are scattered and dusted in the hands.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, gentle and elegant.
He is in his thirties and somewhat mature.
Chen Ling'er's body leaned forward unconsciously, her eyes were dull, and her lips were slightly open.
He murmured a whisper: "Who are you?"
He Qingxian had a smile on his face, and that smile made people feel like spring breeze.
He said softly: "Is it time to trust me now?"
Zhang Qingyuan was also a little confused. Although his former second senior brother was very handsome, he was not much more handsome than himself. He looked about 50-50.
It’s only been less than a year…
"Have you had plastic surgery?" Zhang Qingyuan asked.
He is still the same person, but he just feels more handsome than before.
He Qingxian walked proudly and said: "Oh, I didn't want to either. In the Hehuan Sect, the goddess fed me a lot of skin-care and beauty elixirs."
He shrugged, seemingly helpless.
Zhang Qingyuan clenched his fists and looked sideways at Li Qiuran: "Why don't we beat him? It's like Versailles!"
