Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 5

After breakfast, he sent Fan Laodao out, while Chen Mou paced in the courtyard, rejecting Tao'er's kindness to help him make a pot of good tea.

Every time the old man went out on duty to inspect, he never went in or out of the main house, so as not to cause criticism and trouble for the melon fields and plums, and he took the food box from the kitchen back to his room for lunch.

In the past, he was worried that Fan Laodao would deliberately try and test him. Although he has less scruples now, he also needs to avoid suspicion.

I went back to the side room of the west room to read the book for a while, and then studied ink and practiced brush calligraphy for half an hour.

Rubbing his wrists, Chen Mou took out a stack of large white porcelain bowls from the wooden box in the corner, and covered them in the open space of the room according to the Jiugong and Bagua directions.

Taking a light breath, he jumped to the south off-position bowl.

According to the "Lihuo Eight Turns" body method taught by the old Taoist, walk with light toes, stretch your body, back and hands, jump up and down between the bowls, and walk fast and slow in Jiugong Bagua.

Fan Laodao has practiced for more than a hundred years, and he knows many and complicated things. He is good at fighting with spells and martial arts.

He taught Chen Mou the widely spread Taoist basic steps in order to improve the circulation of qi and blood and assist in speeding up his practice.

In the early stage of practice, one should not just sit quietly and practice purely, otherwise it will easily stagnate Qi and blood and make hands and feet stiff.

Movement and stillness must be combined in order to get twice the result with half the effort.

These are all the detours that the old man has gone through, combined with the pitfalls stepped on by others, and the experience summed up from reading books.

Chen Mou has practiced the Huoba Turning Method for nearly two years. According to the old way, his lightness kung fu is considered a minor success, and he needs to practice more, and he can only be qualified if he can reach the level of moving his mind and flashing his body.

Adjust the breathing and exhalation to be consistent with the body method, and the movement of the breath slowly increases.

The figures in the room were flickering, and the wind was whistling in the robe behind him, and Chen Mou's movement speed had been raised to the fastest.

About half an hour later, the figure flickered, and Chen Mou landed on the open space, ending the morning agility practice.

He felt that after advancing to the Qi Refining Realm, the eight-turn technique had made great progress, his whole body was flying, and the blood in his body was rising.

When the old Taoist returned in the evening, he found a time to ask for advice on the application of "light body technique" from body skills.

Qi-refining cultivators rely on their own mana and cannot really fly. The light body technique is between light kung fu and flying techniques, allowing Qi-refining cultivators to fly for a short distance at low altitude. Yes, that requires a certain amount of wealth.

Then practice "Firework Pile" in the room, move the breath and circulate, and slowly calm down the blood in the body.

Lao Tao taught him a variety of practice methods, so that the practice should not be too single and boring.

At noon, he took the food box from the kitchen back to his room to eat, when he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside, with a "bang", the wooden door was knocked open vigorously, and immediately he heard Tao'er's panicked screams.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Mou was startled, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and walked out quickly.

A tall and thin man with an unshaven beard accompanied the half-stained Fan Laodao into the yard, followed by four or five familiar faces with different expressions, whispering to each other.

"What a fuss, I can't die yet, go back to the house."

Fan Laodao scolded the panicked woman, and waved his hand to Chen Mou who came to help him. He was not so weak, and muttered in a low voice: "Today, the boat capsized in the gutter, and I was hit by two thieves, and I suffered several traumatic injuries. , it’s nothing serious, just rest for a few days and you’ll be fine.”

Lao Dao has served as a visiting monk for more than [-] years, and is known for his tyrannical combat power among his peers.

Every year, there are always a few dangerous encounters. He is accustomed to being injured. The number of evil cultivators and thieves who died under his hands cannot be counted with two hands.

He seldom returns to the secular city of the Andun family, because he is worried that he will bring unwarranted disasters to his younger generations.

The unshaven black-faced man was named Mu Xing, and he was the old Taoist's old partner on patrol. He grinned at the few monks following him and said, "Go back, Lao Fan won't die, and we won't be able to eat today."

Everyone laughed and made noises, and the atmosphere in the yard suddenly relaxed.

Fan Laodao spit out a mouthful of bloody old phlegm at the bearded man who got out of the way ahead of time, and laughed and cursed: "I don't expect to be kind to me, so get out of here. I won't even die if all of you scourges kill the ball."

"Old Fan is useless. Even two thieves can't deal with it. Thinking back to when he fought five or six evil cultivators alone, he was so majestic."

"He's an old boy, he puts all his energy on the girls' bellies at night, and he still has the prestige of a fart."

"Old man Fan is an old cow climbing a hill, so he's ignorant."

The casual cultivators at the bottom of Fangshi City, few of them have good bones, they are all old fritters who can be both meat and vegetables, and they rush down the three roads as soon as they open their mouths, they are used to teasing and sarcasm, and they do everything they can .

Fan Laodao had injuries on his body, his fists were hard to beat with four hands, a hero couldn't hold back the wolves, he couldn't scold the crowd, his wound almost burst open, he just urged brother Mou to drive people to close the door, don't let these pickles stain the blue bricks on the ground.

The bearded man was the last to go out, looked at Chen Mou and said with a smile, "Congratulations brother Mou for advancing to Qi refining, you need to walk around more in the future."

I had seen Chen Mou in the yard a few times before, and I could tell at a glance that the little boy had broken the situation and his breath was not stable yet.

Secretly admire old man Fan's vicious vision, he really picked up a talent.

"sure,"

Chen Mou smiled and bowed his hands to send him away politely. After closing the wooden door, the courtyard was suddenly quiet.

With the support of two maidservants, Fan Laodao walked up the steps slowly, entered the front of the main room, turned around, and said with a smile to Chen Mou under the eaves: "If you get beaten, you will become a good doctor. This little flesh hurts me. It can be cured, there is no need to go to the doctor to waste spirit stones, brother please take care of me in the yard."

"No trouble, old brother, you can heal at ease."

Chen Mou nodded in response, watched Fan Laodao and the two maidservants enter, and went straight to the bedroom.

He sat on the stone bench by the courtyard and read books to pass the time.

Half an afternoon passed, and no one came to bother me.

Fan Juran changed into a Taoist robe and walked out of the bedroom. He wrote a prescription and sent Tao'er to the Fangshi shop on the top of the mountain to get the medicine, and Xing'er served the old Taoist with some broth.

"Brother, I can't drink with you at night. I'll make up for it after the injury is healed."

Fan Juran was still in the mood to joke.

Chen Mou, who walked into the main room, sat down across the table, the room smelled of medicine, and said with a smile: "When you recover, we can drink anytime we want, don't be in a hurry." When the old man finished drinking the soup, Xing'er finished cleaning The table went to the kitchen, he leaned closer and asked with concern: "Is the injury difficult? How about I accompany you to the hospital to have a look and rest assured."

Fan Laodao glanced at Chen Mou in a little surprise. The little brother had a quick mind. He heard that he was inconvenient to drink today, so he guessed that he was in trouble.

At the end of his concentrating on healing his wounds, he discovered that he had been poisoned by a strange poison, which was extremely subtle, and could actually erode his vitality. He was so frightened that he stopped immediately and sent Tao'er to grab the medicine. Come to detoxify for real.

Old life is important, no matter how reluctant you are to part with Lingshi, you will have to spend money to avoid disaster.

He didn't want to make a big fanfare, so as not to spread the word to Danyangfang Deacon Dong's ears, and lose the job at hand.

There are quite a few casual cultivators staring at the inspectors like wolves, hoping that they will have an accident and give up the pit they occupied.

Hearing that the old Taoist had already sent Tao'er to invite a doctor, although he didn't know the specific injury, Chen Mou stopped talking too much to find out.

He can't help, be a good-looking man who can talk and be quiet, so he won't be annoying.

When Taoer and Dr. Yao with a goatee came in, Chen Mou consciously walked out of the main room and stood guard in the courtyard. Seeing that even the two maidservants had come out and the main room door was closed, Chen Mou felt a little complicated.

Fan Laodao's experience this time may be a lot of trouble.

Should he take advantage of tonight to quietly leave Fangshi and fly away?
Based on what he has learned about the world of cultivating immortals from books, he dare not gamble that people are kind-hearted, and if he becomes famous in the future, he will repay Fan Laodao's life-saving grace and kindness. Now he has the ability to walk out of the foggy forest.

Then he dismissed this sudden thought.

I heard that there are monks patrolling the foggy forest around Fang City day and night.

He rushed in rashly, he didn't know the way, if he was caught by a friend of Fan Laodao's acquaintance, and he was an unidentified criminal, then the fun would be great.

How should he explain it?

Go to the woods to see the scenery when the moon is dark and the wind is high?

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