Pindao's surname is Zhang, his ancestor is Immortal Immortal

Chapter 4 Qi and Blood Talent
White clouds and gray dogs, time flies by.

Clouds come, clouds pass

In the courtyard, there are evergreen pines and fragrant osmanthus.

It rained heavily overnight, but the flowers bloomed even more.

In the blink of an eye, it was five days.

The life of the old Zhang family was uneventful.

Some of Zhang Yuqing's classmates from Yunshan Academy would also visit his home and talk about the changes in the academy and the poem engraved on the stone tablet outside the academy.

But Zhang Yuqing, who entered the martial arts sect, has long lost interest in this.

It was puzzling to those students, and they were especially emotional.

He sighed: "Dayong has lost a man of great political talent."

As for whether it was true or false, Zhang Yuqing was not interested in examining it.

He is immersed in martial arts training.

Since she has switched to martial arts these days, her sister-in-law is not stingy either. She eats meat every day to replenish her internal demand for qi and blood.

Zhang Yuqing started to practice the pile skills of guarding the dust of the cave, refining and transforming qi.

He was preparing to practice the first form of the Golden Bell Shield of Pure Yang Power.

The name is: Nine Turns Returning Pill.

Stand upright, with your feet shoulder-width apart and your arms hanging naturally on the outside of your thighs.

Sink your shoulders and elbows, straighten your chest and straighten your back, hold the elixir in your body and collect the elixir, relax your whole body, look forward, and breathe naturally.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Zhang Yuqing gradually immersed himself in it, his heart felt touched, and his consciousness soared above the nine heavens.

Wow~

A flash of lightning flashed across his consciousness, splitting the fog.

Suddenly I saw a door standing in the void, flowing with an indescribable charm.

"This is... the Gate of Xuanmen."

"It's really magical, flowing with unspeakable mysteries."

Zhang Yuqing whispered.

Visualize the mysterious female and knock on the mysterious door.

He could clearly feel the visible and invisible qi flowing through the meridians in his body, flowing through his limbs and bones, as well as his tibia and internal organs, giving him strength.

"Qi is invisible blood, and blood is tangible Qi!"

Swim through the eight extraordinary meridians in one breath, like a gurgling stream rushing through the mountains.

From the perspective of a warrior, the human body is essentially a small world, with the head like the sky, the feet like the earth, the limbs like the four seasons, and the five internal organs like the five elements.

Not a single thought arises in the heart, but all the spirits are concentrated in the body.

Zhang Yuqing realized it clearly and followed the training method of Chunyang Great Kung Fu Golden Bell Cover.

Raise your hands high, palms facing the sky, and start practicing according to the method.

The sunlight seemed to have life, condensing into strands of extremely fine golden gossamers, drilling into his pores, coating him with golden light, like a god sitting on earth.

Chunyang Great Gong Golden Bell Cover, get started!

"hiss--"

When Zhang Yuqing came back to his senses, he could not conceal his surprise and excitement, and murmured,
"Is it possible that I, Zhang, possess the innate martial arts holy body?"

Normally, the best age to practice martial arts is eleven or twelve years old.

He is now sixteen years old and has already passed his prime martial arts training period.

But it often takes an average person ten or even dozens of days to reach the sense of Qi.

It took him less than five days.

"call--"

"Now it seems that martial arts is definitely the right choice."

Zhang Yuqing let out a long breath, feeling stuffy in her chest. She felt worried and relieved for a long time.

He was previously worried that his qualifications were mediocre, and he was mentally prepared to start out as a useless martial artist.

Unexpectedly, God played a big joke on him!
Stop pretending, show your cards, I am a genius in martial arts.

What kind of bullshit is the rise of a loser? Do you understand that one percent of talent is greater than ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of hard work?
What? Are you a genius too?
So if I add another piece of sweat, effort, and a plug-in, how will you solve it?
hey-hey--

Grinning, Zhang Yuqing couldn't help but sing loudly,

"It should be noted that when I was young, my ambition was high and I was promised to be the best in the world."

The voice was loud and clear, getting louder and louder, as if expressing a lofty intention, reaching straight into the sky, like a dragon roaring, dispersing the long white clouds.

cool!

I, Zhang Er, will go to the Heavenly Gate to inquire about immortality.

"If you ask where the immortal lives, just blast his mother with a cannon."

Wait... Zhang Yuqing, who was reciting Zhang Ti's poems, seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly fell silent, "Isn't that general also an ancestor of the Zhang family?"

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

I'm probably crazy to get involved in such outrageous things.

Eee~

At this time, the door of the wooden house opened, and before anyone arrived, he arrived first.

"uncle!"

A cute little girl with a tender pink color pushed open the door and walked in. She had two buns on her head, and there was a bit of aura between her eyebrows. She was innocent, smart and delicate.

Zhang Yuqing recovered from the ridiculous idea, opened her arms, smiled brightly, and hugged her little niece Zhang Anan.

One sip, two sips, three sips...

Kissed her tender little face a few times.

It caused little An An to giggle like silver bells, pinch Zhang Yuqing's lips with two small hands, and change into various shapes.

"Uncle, did you miss me today?"

"It's amazing."

"How much I want to."

"I want it more than yesterday."

Zhang Yuqing chuckled.

Xiao Anan took the initiative and touched him on the cheek. This was a rare reward.

"What was uncle doing just now?"

"Reciting poetry!"

"Reciting poetry? An An seems to have heard the master say it."

"What did your master teach you today?"

"Me...taught...taught!"

Little An'an raised her head, looked at the white clouds in the sky, her black and white eyes rolled, and then she replied seriously, "Master didn't teach me anything."

Zhang Yuqing made a 'puff' sound and was amused by his cute little niece.

"Brother-in-law, don't listen to her nonsense."

Then I saw a young woman stepping in through the door with a cloth bag on her back. Her green hair was in a bun, she was dignified and delicate, with a few patches on her clean clothes.

Of course it’s my sister-in-law.

Zhang Yuqing felt deeply indebted to this sister-in-law.

If he hadn't been a drag on the family, as the eldest brother's identity as the head of the Demon Slayer Division, his living conditions would have been improved, and he could even have settled down in the inner city.

How could he be included in this crowded outer city?

"Sister-in-law, can I do the cooking today?" Zhang Yuqing said respectfully.

"No, you are far away from the kitchen. You are the scholar in our family, so please teach An An to read some words!" My sister-in-law hurriedly refused.

Zhang Yuqing opened her mouth, but finally gave up arguing with her sister-in-law that the gentleman was far away from the kitchen, and contentedly taught Xiao Anan how to read and write in the courtyard.

.....
at the same time!

Yuntai County, a very secret underground auction house.

An old man in black clothes shouted on the stage, "What follows is a half-volume piece of true power. Because there is only half a volume left, the master cannot complete the full volume, and the true power cannot be handed down from generation to generation."

"So the starting price is eight thousand taels."

The value of half a volume of true power and a full volume of true power are as vast as a world of difference.

Not to mention that this kind of skill is not handed down from generation to generation, cannot be completed, and is lost in history.

This kind of half-volume real skill can only serve as a guide.

I won’t really practice.

"Ten thousand!"

"I want this half volume of true power, twelve thousand."

"Heh... I'll pay sixteen thousand."

...

"Ten thousand, sixteen thousand, is anyone raising the price? Sixteen once, twice, three times... boom... deal done."

Off the court, Zhang Yucheng, who was wrapped in black clothes and covered with a scarf, grinned.

Sixteen thousand taels!

Excluding the commission from the auction, there are still more than fourteen thousand taels left.

He has been around for half his life and has never seen such a huge amount of silver coins.

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