Hold your hand, drag it out to feed the dog

Chapter 8
Jiang Polang fell into a coma again, and Han Xiruo's spirit was very poor. She had never been so concerned about a person before. This had nothing to do with love.

Although the injury was almost healed, she was even more emaciated. She simply stayed by Jiang Polang's side, circling her knees and concentrating on her cultivation.

Jiang Polang woke up, saw Han Xiruo meditating next to him, and knew that he was protecting him, so he was very excited.

The door opened, a gust of cool wind blew, and the old man came in.

Seeing that he was awake, he actually asked kindly, "Boy, where did you learn this martial art?"

Jiang Polang pretended to be cute, blinked his eyes, and said helplessly: "I don't know, it feels like this is how I practice, so I will practice."

"Who is your father? The zhenqi you cultivate is almost exactly the same as mine. You must be a Wudang disciple."

The slovenly old man is called Su Buqing, and he is the younger brother of Zhang Danyang, the head of Wudang. He is very talented in learning martial arts.

If you continue to practice, not to mention breaking through the supernatural energy, it will definitely be no problem to break through the hard energy in your lifetime.

But it's ridiculous, he was actually obsessed with alchemy, and even gave up his practice to do alchemy, Zhang Danyang felt heartbroken, and tried to persuade him.

But Su didn't know that he would not listen to the advice, and would leave Wudang quietly because of his senior brother's nagging.

He asked around for some famous rivers and mountains that were quiet and suitable for alchemy. Coincidentally, he ran into Li Pu, the former Jing'an county lieutenant.

So Su Buqing followed Li Pu to the police station in Jing'an, concentrating on alchemy without distraction, and occasionally helping others heal their injuries.

Although he has been away from Wudang for many years, he still has feelings for Wudang, especially for the brother in charge and several nephews.

He checked Jiang Polang's dantian, and the true qi inside was exactly the same as his. Those who can practice this kind of exercise must be the emperor of Wudang, or maybe his descendants.

But he didn't know that Jiang Polang's true energy came from the alchemy furnace, and the true energy of the alchemy furnace was imported by himself, so of course it was exactly the same.

"I don't know who my father is." Jiang Polang shook his head.

"Stinky boy, you are playing with me, be careful that I will beat your ass until it blooms."

At this time, Han Xiruo had already received his merit, so he helped Jiang Polang explain: "Old Su, his head is congested and he is a little confused, don't blame him."

"There is blood on the head, let me see."

Su Buqing took his pulse, and a stream of true energy slowly flowed into the meridians. Seeing that true energy invaded, Jiang Polang's true energy in his dantian wanted to assimilate it.

However, Su Buqing's zhenqi was extremely powerful, and without much entanglement, he directly merged with his zhenqi and began to punch the acupoints.

Although Jiang Polang's meridians were opened up by the system, his acupoints were not. Except for the Shaoshang acupoint, all others were blocked.

"Clap clap clap..."

The fused zhenqi is so powerful that it breaks through any acupoint blockage in an instant, and the zhenqi rushes all the way to the brain in one go, only to encounter three unidentified lumps blocking it.

Su Qing understood that he couldn't forcibly charge again, otherwise it would damage his brain.

An hour passed, and the true qi still couldn't pass.

Su Buqing was not entangled, all roads lead to Rome, directly bypassing the brain and breaking through.

True Qi breaks through all the acupuncture points except the brain, connects with the meridians, and recirculates for six weeks.

Su Buqing's kung fu retreated greatly, he adjusted his breath for a while, and then said leisurely: "There is blood congestion, it seems that my kung fu can't melt it away."

Although he is obsessed with alchemy, he has not delayed in his inner strength cultivation, and has already broken through the late stage of alchemy. After all, he can't practice alchemy well without enough true energy.

Han Xiruo asked anxiously, "Is this okay?"

"It doesn't matter for the time being, it's hard to say in the future, after all, it's in the brain, it might affect your cultivation."

Jiang Polang was also very sorry that the Beiming Divine Art was flawed, and he couldn't absorb the true qi whose skill was higher than his own.

Just now he really wanted to suck Su Buqing's true energy, but the energy was too strong, and he was fused instead.

"You stay by my side in the future, and I will teach you Wudang Kungfu." Su Buqing said to Jiang Polang.

"Ah, I don't want to." He refused.

"Hmph, Wudang disciples don't know Wudang Kungfu, isn't that a joke?"

"How do you know I'm a Wudang disciple, what if I'm not?"

"Impossible, you have Wudang's innate qi, why are you not a Wudang disciple, even if you are not, I will accept you as a disciple now, and you are."

"Mom, I don't want to practice martial arts with this old man. This old man is very bad." Jiang Polang asked Han Xiruo for help.

She shook her head and said, "Don't be self-willed, I can let you do other things, but not this one."

She has her own considerations, Su Buqing is an expert in the world, and it is impossible to ask for him as his apprentice.

Su Buqing smirked and said, "It's no use begging anyone."

Then he said to Han Xiruo: "You go back first, I've accepted this kid as an apprentice, let's train him for a few days first."

Han Xiruo cupped his hands and left.

Jiang Polang became anxious, grabbed her hand and begged: "Mom, take me away, I don't want to learn martial arts."

Han Xiruo waved his hand, ignored him and left.

He wanted to go out with him, but was carried back by the old man.

"When you come to my place, if you don't learn the moves within two days, don't even think about going out."

Su Buqing took out two scriptures from her arms, threw them on the ground, and left without looking back.

Click, click, the door of the room is locked.

Jiang Polang was very anxious and slapped the door hard. The door was very thick and made of special metal, and he slammed on the door without moving.

This is Su Buqing's practice room, there is nothing in it except a futon, not even a tool to smash the door.

"It's really unlucky." Jiang Polang had no choice.

I would be dazed after reading it, and when I was really bored, I picked up two scriptures on the ground, one was "Wudang Changquan" and the other was "Wudang Cotton Palm".

There are 32 moves of Wudang Changquan. There are schematic diagrams of the changes of each move and the path map of the movement of true energy in the book.

The first form, tie clothes lazily and go out to show off, change the posture and step forward with a single whip, if you have no courage to fight the enemy first, you will have sharp eyesight and quick hands.

Jiang Polang gestured a few times, feeling that it was quite simple, and the kung fu of a stick of incense had already been learned in a decent way.

The second move is single whip, the golden rooster is raised up independently, the legs are pretended to be horizontal and the fists are combined, the back is snatched and the bull is lying down, and the pain is endless.

It's too simple, it's probably street stall moves, bad street goods, Xia Liang muttered and thought about it, in an afternoon, Wudang Changquan has learned a lot.

After learning to always find a place to test the power, he felt that the door was good, so he hit the door with the move he had just learned without hesitation.

One move, two moves, until the end of 32 moves, there was no movement at the door.

"Sure enough, it's a piece of rubbish on the street, useless at all." Jiang Polang was very contemptuous.

Continue to pick up "Wudang Cotton Palm" research.

Wudang cotton palm is divided into seven palms.

The first palm, Qingtan Dragon Ball, knocks on the door.

"Boom..."

This time the door actually rang, which was useful, and he was a little proud of it.

"Boom boom boom..."

The door didn't move, and a large piece of dust fell out.

I will do the second palm, Qinglong absorbs water.

"Boom boom boom..."

Still the door rang but did not move.

Continue with the third palm to listen to the wind, the fourth palm to lay down the white tiger, the fifth palm to spread its wings, the sixth palm to the eagle to spread its wings, and the seventh palm to spread the universe.

The palm techniques can be changed and combined at will, using softness as the method, combining rigidity and softness, and yin and yang following each other.

"Boom boom boom..."

I don't know if the people outside will make noise!

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(End of this chapter)