Longevity Martial Arts: Starting from Tai Chi

After watching these people compete, Yang Chan had a new understanding, but he didn't choose the future direction, because he can choose any direction.

With the practice of health preservation skills, his lifespan will only get longer and longer. Others can only choose one path within a limited time, but he can choose multiple paths.

Although there are changes in the medicine hall training martial arts academy, it has little impact on Yang Chan, because the direction of his efforts is different from that of these formal disciples. In the eyes of others, he is just not talented. Much less.

"Junior brother Yang, you didn't go to the medicine hall library to read today?"

Shi Gaojun walked to Yang Chan's side. During this time, Yang Chan's busy affairs were naturally in Shi Gaojun's eyes, although it was unexpected that Yang Chan made a choice so early to become a pharmacist.

But there's nothing wrong with this choice.

"Relax today and come to the martial arts field to practice boxing."

As Yang Chan said, he began to practice boxing in the open space. He had already mastered the Bull Demon Daliquan.

Shi Gaojun watched from the side, but he was a little surprised by Yang Chan's boxing skills, because there were some scenes of those deacon-level figures practicing boxing.

However, thinking that Yang Chan has only been an official disciple for more than a month, he discarded this idea. The momentum of the boxing is similar, but it takes time to accumulate strength.

Furthermore, the boxing techniques are similar, but the effect of strength training is not necessarily the same. Similar appearances but different meanings will also affect the accumulation of strength.

"Well, watching "The Classic of Medicine" should be a combination of work and rest, but to relax is to practice boxing, not to go shopping in Herring Street, there are many good things there."

Shi Gaojun said.

Herring Small Street is a stall in the medicine hall. Usually formal disciples set up stalls there, selling some commonly used items and medicinal materials.

The reason why Shi Gaojun spoke was because he also had a stall in Herring Street.

"Junior Brother doesn't have much silver taels in his hand, so we won't go there."

Yang Chan shook his head, he really didn't have much money in his hand.

In the Qingyuan Sect, official disciples do not have to do tasks in the first year, but they don’t get much money in their hands. Of course, if they don’t buy cultivation medicine, they don’t need to spend money on daily food and clothing. On the contrary, they can save money. However, buying medicine for practice is not enough.

You need to do the tasks of Qingyuanmen to meet the needs of cultivation.

"Does the younger brother still need Qi nourishing soup?"

Shi Gaojun asked again.

If he meets the right person, he must sell it.

"Brother, do you think I still need it now?"

Yang Chan asked back.

After he became a pharmacist's assistant, he could get a share of medicated food. This was a good thing, and it was also the source of his potential points, and his monthly money would also increase a lot.

"I don't need it for the time being, my brother. If my brother needs any unique pharmacopoeia or medical books, you can go to Herring Street to look at the things at the brother's booth. You will get something guaranteed."

Shi Gaojun said, and then left, looking for the next official disciple who has just started for a long time, that kind of person is the right one.

Yang Chan continued to practice boxing. Shi Gaojun looked like a profiteer, but the Bull Demon Daliquan practiced well and was about to achieve great success.

In the official disciple competition last month, Shi Gaojun's strength was not weak. Although he was not in the top five and did not receive any rewards, his overall strength was still extremely strong, with the strength of the top ten.

When another disciple is promoted to an elite disciple, or if his strength is stronger, he will be eligible to compete for the top five.

Of course, compared to Yang Chan who is still practicing boxing, he is still a lot worse.

When Yang Chan was practicing Bull Demon Dali Fist, the discussions of several people nearby caught his attention.

"I heard that the time for offering medicinal materials from various aristocratic families this year has been postponed by one month. The medicinal materials that were supposed to be delivered in these two days were requested by the Zongmen to be delivered one month later."

"I've also heard about this. It is said that some forces under the Qingyuan sect betrayed the Qingyuan sect, and turned around and sent the medicinal materials that could not be offered to other sects."

"Isn't this looking for death? There are still people in Qingzhou who dare to provoke our Qingyuanmen."

"I heard that it was Lingyu Palace, Taiyu Valley, Nanhua Sword Sect and other forces who wanted to seize the cultivation resources of Qingyuanmen."

"Who gave these three sects the guts, even the Qingyuan sect dared to target them."

"There was a severe drought this year, and the people were in dire straits. It is said that the aristocratic family and these forces couldn't hold on anymore, so they made a move."

"This year is indeed much hotter than previous years, and all places have suffered great disasters."

"The Zongmen has issued a lot of notices about dealing with these betrayal forces. We must clean up all these betrayers, and let all the forces in Qingzhou know the strength of Qingyuanmen."

"It's no wonder that during this period of time, I saw that many official disciples left Qingyuanmen. It turned out that it was because of this matter. They kept it a secret at the beginning, but now it seems that it was because of this matter."

"Some elders have already left with elite disciples, and it won't take long for the results to come out."

"Can we also participate? I am now reckless, and I have a little strength, and I can get some credit for participating."

"That depends on what happens next. If we fight Lingyu Palace and Taiyu Valley, we will definitely go out."

Several official disciples talked about this matter when they were resting after practicing boxing.

In fact, this is not the first time Yang Chan has heard this matter. In the past half month, he has heard it several times, but no one has made it clear.

Yang Chan knows that there is no reason for it to happen.

One thing can be confirmed, that is, the forces sheltered by Qingyuan's sect have rebelled, and someone has been arranged to deal with it, but the result has not yet been communicated.

The reason why Yang Chan became a pharmacist's assistant so quickly was also because of this.

Unlike other people who want to take the initiative to participate in the Zongmen War, or even besiege and kill the rebellious forces, to gain benefits, Yang Chan just wants to avoid this matter.

Things are impermanent.

The war started, and these official disciples would definitely join the battle.

Comprehending Jinli's combat power is much stronger than ordinary people, and with the addition of weapons, the combat power is even stronger.

Even so, Yang Chan knew that a master at the strength level was nothing in the Zongmen war, and that both sides were fighting at the cannon fodder level.

When encountering a master of external training, there must be no way to deal with it, because external training is also a big transformation.

There must be masters of this level in other aristocratic families and sects, if they meet, it will be death without life.

If Yang Chan wanted to live forever, he naturally had to avoid such disasters. After becoming a pharmacist's assistant, he would probably help the pharmacist in dispensing medicines and other related matters in the Qingyuan Gate, and he could assist in the base camp to avoid becoming cannon fodder.

Today, he finally passed the pharmacist's assistant assessment as he wished, which also solved part of his troubles. This is also Yang Chan's preparation for the worst.

In order to avoid problems in time, it would be a bit hasty to prepare again, and it may not be as he wished.