My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 213 The Human Race Wishes to Respect Senior Han as Martial Ancestor!

Baixi Tribe.

The patriarch "Du" was beheaded by Pan Jing himself five years ago and hung above the gate of the tribe.

as a deterrent to warn traitors.

A total of 72 human races, those who were poisoned by the evil spirit of the corpse, were kept alive by Han Shou's celestial light, but did not release the evil spirit.

It's not that he can't solve it.

Rather...he hopes that among the dozens of people in Baixi, they can rely on the people themselves to find a way to detoxify them.

Corpse evil miasma is not a powerful evil spirit.

Anyone who is a practitioner can almost understand it. The wild land is vast and abundant, and there is a check and balance between all things. Some grass roots and leaves actually contain the effect of relieving evil spirits.

Thirty miles away from the Baixi tribe.

In a small courtyard of thatched huts with reeds.

Han Shou was covered in a large linen robe, and his long hair was casually tied in a knot with a straw rope hanging behind his back, like a casual cultivator of a wild crane in the clouds.

He sat quietly by the three-foot-wide stream with a fishing rod in his hand, fishing for fish and shrimp leisurely.

"Da da da~" The sound of brisk footsteps came rushing forward.

A little chubby girl carved in pink and jade, with two braids and a short body like a jade, ran wildly all the way, and a voice like a silver bell came from afar.

"Master, master, daddy is here, daddy is here!"

"Hey, master, you haven't caught stone fish yet?"

The little chubby girl looked at the bamboo basket with her big clear eyes that rolled around, and she smashed her mouth in disappointment.

"My lord, why don't you use the Taoist method to catch the stonefish, and you will be sure to catch the stonefish!"

"Stonefish are so cunning, it's hard to catch them!"

"It's still better to follow the law!"

The little chubby girl is only five or six years old, and she chatters non-stop when she arrives. She is obviously the baby girl that Pan Jing wanted to drown at the beginning.

Han Shou sighed: "Xuan Nu, isn't your father here?"

"You little girl, are you here to see what you can eat for lunch, or to tell me about your father?"

"Acridine!" The little girl covered her mouth.

Blinking his big eyes, he said with a giggle, "Of course I'm here to report to Daddy!"

Han Shou laughed, and lightly tapped the chubby girl's fair forehead.

"You!"

"I've been thinking about eating all day, and now I'm fat like a ball, how can I find a husband to marry as a wife in the future?"

The little chubby girl stared at the eldest brother, crossed her waist and hummed:
"Xuannv should not marry, Xuannv must always be the master's Taoist daughter! Serve the master for the rest of her life!"

"Besides, master, you said, you want to teach Xuannv how to practice!"

"Xuannv hasn't learned how to catch stone fish yet, and she won't leave the master even if she dies!"

Childish words without restraint!

Han Shou laughed out loud.

"You girl!"

"Shushasha~" came the sound of steady footsteps.

A skinny, dark man dressed in animal skins, linen clothes, and a bamboo hat came striding forward.

Holding a roll of animal skins in his hand, the man knelt down and kowtowed when he saw Han Shou from a distance:
"Panjing, meet senior!"

"No need to be polite!"

"It's been half a year since you came here, but what you've learned about martial arts has been accomplished?" Han Shou smiled.

Pan Jing took off the hat on his head, but the exposed cheeks were creepy.

It was a picture of a completely disfigured face, with only one eye, no ears, a mouth askew, and a horribly hollowed-out nose.

If you observe carefully, you can see that the hands of Pan Jing are one thick and one thin, as if one hand is an adult's hand and the other is just a young man's hand.

The skin all over his body was even more bumpy, and many places were covered with strange, swollen scabs.

Five years!

The young man who was handsome at the time has now become a monster that makes children stop crying.

The little chubby girl didn't feel disgusted at all, "Da Da" kicked her short legs and slammed into Pan Jing's arms: "Daddy!"

"Xuannv misses you so much!"

"Why haven't you come to see Xuannv for so long?"

Pan Jing rubbed the little girl's head, showing a terrifying smile: "Xuan Nu is here, Daddy is very relieved!"

"Daddy misses Xuannv very much, but Daddy has more important things to do, so he can only... wrong Xuannv!"

Holding Xuannv in her arms, she tightened her affectionately, and said softly:
"Xuannv, good boy, go to the side and play, okay?"

"Daddy still has important matters to report to Senior."

"Ok!"

The little fat girl was a little bit reluctant, but nodded obediently.

After being put back on the ground, he turned his head three times and said, "Daddy, you can't leave suddenly again later, without saying goodbye to Xuannv!"

When the little girl left, Panjing's terrifying face showed joy, making that face even more frightening.

"Senior, please see!"

"The boy finally succeeded in realizing the method of refining the orifice points!"

"Senior, please review!"

Pan Jing knelt down and raised the folded animal skin roll above his head.

Han Shou remained calm, took the animal skin and unfolded it.

72 diagrams of meridians and acupoints of the human body are outlined with black charcoal in the animal skin, and the running routes are drawn with bright red grass juice.

The picture scroll has only pictures but no text.

At this time, Cangjie of the human race has not yet appeared, and writing...of course, has not yet been born.

Even if the meridian map of the human body has no text, it has lines of various colors and detailed and realistic patterns, which can also give people a clear understanding of the details at a glance.

In addition, the cultivation steps on the meridian map are not complicated, and of course there is no need for words to explain the meaning.

There are 72 meridian diagrams, starting from the first one and going to the second one No.70.

Each picture has only nine acupoints.

Han Shou glanced at it, and instantly understood that the cultivation method contained in this picture is extremely simple, but there are faint signs of opening up a system in another way.

The signs of opening up a new system are very shallow, just a general direction, and there is still a long way to go before taking the first step.

Han Shou's eyes were half closed, and his pupils were as bright as stars.

Secretly surprised.

In front of this ordinary human race whose physical body has been damaged to the point of observing and experimenting with monsters, monster races, and even people with the blood of the witch race, after his self-obsession was aroused, he, who was almost crazy, actually...really exploded into an incredible wisdom.

It took five years.

Created a set of exercises suitable for human cultivation!
Even among them, there are his uninterrupted guidance and suggestions, either explicitly or secretly, but the results of Panjing can be called the cornerstone of the rise of the entire race after the birth of the human race!
With a thought, Han Shou deduced a little bit, this method is based on 648 acupoints, and the breathing method that enhances qi and blood to transform energy into the front can surprisingly complete the cycle of the sky.

Moreover, although it is flawed and extremely superficial, it is not fatally flawed.

As long as you revise and refine it while practicing, it is by no means hopeless to evolve it into a brand new system!

A smile bloomed on Han Shou's face, and he said softly, "Good!"

"This method... what is its name?"

Pan Jing's ugly cheeks flushed red, he kowtowed, and proudly said: "The boy, senior Han, gave me the name!"

"If there is no senior to give some advice to the boy, how can Pan Jing realize the power of the human race to become stronger?"

Han Shou waved his hand: "This method was created by you, so it should be named by you!"

"Although the law is superficial, it must be the ancestor of the strength of the human race."

"No!"

"If there is no predecessor, how can Pan Jing be restored to the original state when he is about to die again and again?"

"If there is no senior, how can Pan Jing wantonly observe the bodies of all races in five years?"

"This... is all thanks to seniors!"

"Even though the seniors don't want to accept youngsters as disciples, Pan Jing can have today's fruit, it all depends on the seniors' preaching and learning!"

"You... are the kid's teacher!"

"Pan Jing implores Senior Han to give her a name!"

Seeing that Pan Jing's attitude was extremely firm, Han Shou couldn't refuse any more, and pondered for a moment: "Forget it!"

"The method of tempering the acupoints is actually the way of tempering the body and fighting."

"Fa can be called -- Wu!"

"This breathing method, let's call it "Wu Jing"!"

Pan Jing was overjoyed, and bowed again: "On behalf of the human race, I thank Senior Han for guiding the human race!"

After a little hesitation, he said in a low voice; "Pan Jing still has a merciless request, and I want to ask senior to promise."

"speak!"

"If the "Martial Arts" had no predecessors, it would never have been born."

"Boy, I want to respect senior, you are the ancestor of the practice path opened by "Martial Arts"!"

"Since my human race -- Martial Ancestor!"

Han Shou was dumbfounded.

"Boom~"

Suddenly there was thunder in the void.

Han Shou suddenly sensed an intangible and intangible force that was as thick as the earth and was pouring into him from all directions.

"Luck!" A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

When Pan Jing blurted out, at least one level of madness in the fate of the entire prehistoric human race rushed towards him.

Han Shou's luck began to increase wildly.

This is the addition of luck at the level of a race, and the luck is huge and thick enough to make saints jealous.

It should be noted that the Taiqing sage, the master of the human religion, only occupies the third level of luck in the human race. This also refers to the human religion, not the Taiqing sage himself.

"Clang~"

At this moment, a melodious bell sounded suddenly in Han Shou's sea of ​​consciousness.

The connection with the time and the absence of the Eastern Emperor Bell suddenly became clear.

He has sensed the location of the Eastern Emperor Bell.

(End of this chapter)