I am a late bloomer in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 3
Wei Hong's implication.

Wei Tu understood.

What his second aunt meant was to ask him to speak cautiously. She would help with small tasks, but not with big ones.

"My nephew came here this time to ask my second aunt to learn some martial arts from Huang's nursing home so as to keep fit."

Wei Tu pondered for a moment and said.

"Practicing martial arts? Since ancient times, you have been poor and rich in martial arts. You are old, and there will be no way out in martial arts." Wei Hong frowned.

She hoped that her nephew asking her for help was just asking for a good job in Huang's house, but after thinking about it, Wei Tu had already been sold to Li's house, so there was no way she could say that.

With her natal family, she is a married woman who is very confident, but unfortunately the Wei family can't support her, so she can't help her at all.

"Practicing one-handed health-preserving skills is also good for strengthening your body."

Wei Tu backed down a little bit.

Compared with unique martial arts, health preservation skills are considered to be a rotten street thing among martial arts masters, and they are not precious.

"Since you insist, I'll say hello to Master Ruan and let him teach you a few moves." Seeing Wei Tu's stubbornness, Wei Hong sighed and agreed.

After finishing speaking, Wei Hong was not in the mood to chat with Wei Tu in the side room, so he glanced sideways at the maid, found a reason casually, got up and planned to leave.

"Second aunt, this gift..."

Seeing that Wei Hong was about to turn around and walk out of the room, Wei Tu hurriedly reminded him.

"Qing He, take the gift." Wei Hong didn't turn his head, and after giving instructions to the maid, he continued to walk towards the corridor.

After a while, Wei Tu in the wing room finally figured it out. Wei Hong didn't take the gift directly when he left, but secretly told him not to come to see her, the second aunt, next time.

The friendship is over.

"Second Mistress has already greeted Master Ruan, brother Wei please come here."

In the afternoon, a maid named "Cui Liu" came to the wing room and led Wei Tu to another courtyard in the front yard.

Walking into the gate of the courtyard, Wei Tu saw a burly man with a knife on his waist teaching two young masters in brocade clothes in the wide area of ​​the courtyard.

These two young masters in brocade clothes, one is thirteen or fourteen years old, and the other is only seven or eight years old.

He thought to himself, this burly man should be the Ruan Wushi that Wei Hong was talking about.

"You are Wei Tu?" Martial Master Ruan glanced at Wei Tu, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, but the words did not reveal it.

"Yes, Master Ruan."

Wei Tu cupped his fists and saluted.

The guarding martial artist is a guest of a big family, not a first-class servant.

"Second Grandma, please, let me teach you a set of health-preserving exercises. Here I happen to have the Turtle-breathing Qigong that I acquired when I was young. Please keep it."

Martial Master Ruan took out a yellowed album from his sleeve and threw it to Wei Tu.

"Remember this move of turtle's breathing and nourishing qigong. After seven days, give it to Menzi and return it to me..."

he said.

After speaking, Martial Master Ruan waved his hand, motioning Wei Tu to leave.

He didn't have the slightest idea of ​​teaching Wei Tu.

Wei Tu was not angry when he saw the disdainful eyes of Ruan Wushi and the two young masters of the Huang family, he thanked him and walked away.

At this time, the conversation of two brocade-clothed young men came from behind him.

"Won Shan, was it your cousin just now? Why didn't you say hello?"

"He's not my cousin, my mother never let me see him..."

The ending sound faded away, and when the hotness on Weitu's face faded away, and he raised his head and looked straight ahead, he suddenly realized that he had been out of the yellow house for a while.

"With this golden finger, that's why I have courage and self-esteem in my chest? No longer numb..."

Wei Tu laughed at himself.

As early as last night when he was thinking about going to Huang's house to find his second aunt Wei Hong, he had already expected that today's scene might happen.

But there was no way, except for the Huang family where Wei Hong lived, it was difficult for him to get access to health-preserving skills, let alone martial arts.

Health preservation meritorious deeds, this is also relative to the children of rich families and martial arts masters.

Even if he could get in touch, the price he paid would be much higher than these two cynicisms.

"Step by step."

"With health-preserving skills, if you persevere, you will become a master sooner or later."

Wei Tu hugged the album in his arms, stepped up and walked towards Li's house.

He couldn't wait any longer, and wanted to practice this turtle's breath nourishing qigong.

Although the health-preserving kung fu is not as good as ordinary martial arts, it doesn't mean that the health-preserving kung fu has no fighting ability.

Strong and strong, always stronger than ordinary people.

In addition, if you have achieved success in health preservation, you can also get twice the result with half the effort if you also practice other martial arts.

Go back to Li's house.

After feeding the half-big black horse, Wei Tu picked up the oil lamp in the stable, hid in the side room where he slept, and began to read the "Turtle's Breath Nourishing Qi Gong" handed to him by Ruan Wushi.

This Turtle Breath Yang Qigong is not complicated, there are only seven pile exercises, a total of 32 pile exercise pictures.

Two or three hours later, Wei Tu began to stand up and practice according to the picture of the health-preserving exercises.

He separated his feet, first with his chest in his chest and his back straight, his shoulders lowered and his elbows lowered, and then his abdomen was tightened and his hips retracted, controlling his breathing.

The movements he practiced were very stiff, and he couldn't do the "upper emptiness and lower reality", "body emptiness and solidity", and "virtual and real coexistence" of the tortoise's breath nourishing qigong.

Fortunately, this skill is not complicated, and after practicing it over and over again, his movements became more and more familiar.

again.

twice.

No.30 when the second time.

Weitu's eyes flickered for a moment, and a line of handwriting appeared on his golden and purple fate, as if engraved on it.

"Turtle Breath Yang Qi Gong (1/100): Practice nine times a day, and you will be successful in five years."

"Five years, this time is too long, five years, I can practice this health-preserving skill to great success..."

Wei Tu didn't care about the surprise of discovering the application of fate, so his face became a little ugly. Although he had already guessed about his aptitude, it took him five years to practice a basic health-preserving skill, which made him feel unwilling.

Most people will become proficient in practicing health-preserving exercises within a few months.

How can it take five years.

"Wait, it's done in five years. The focus is not on five years, but on the word 'success'..."

Wei Tu opened the brochure, and saw a sentence in the preface of "Turtle Breath Nourishing Qi Gong".

【Nursing qi is successful, qi starts from the veins, and you can enter the state of feeling qi. 】

Combined with the fate of "Great Talent Late Bloom", that is to say, he spent more time than others practicing "Turtle Breathing Qi Gong", but he will definitely achieve success and give birth to a sense of aura.

In other words, his practice is not necessarily worse than others, it's just that others seem to practice proficiently, but they haven't really achieved greatness.

"I just don't know what the realm of feeling Qi is in martial arts..."

Wei Tu sighed.

Limited by his background, he still knows too little about this world.

Just learned some information through hearsay.

However, he guessed that this state should be extraordinary, otherwise he would not have mentioned this state emphatically in the preface of "Turtle's Breath Nourishing Qi Gong".

"Five years is not a long time. After five years, it will be clear at a glance whether this golden finger matches my guess."

Weitu waited patiently.

At this moment, he is only 17 years old, and in five years time, he will only be 22 years old.

(End of this chapter)