Fairy Strange: Eighty Years of Boy Kung Fu in the Beginning

Mo Xuan rode in a carriage from the north of Wucheng City all the way to the south of the city, visiting three martial arts halls in a row.

Two of the martial arts halls claim to have no internal martial arts, and the remaining one is an internal martial arts hall.

Unless Mo Xuan agreed to join the house and let the pavilion owner's daughter marry him.

And the daughter of the owner of this martial arts hall is nearly twenty years old and weighs nearly two hundred pounds.

Of course, this is not important, but Mo Xuan feels that for the sake of an internal skill, there is no need for this.

"And the last martial arts hall."

On the carriage, Mo Xuan opened the curtain and looked out the window.

Wucheng is still too small, maybe the state city can find the internal strength he wants.

After passing through the bluestone alley, the carriage entered Chengnan Street and came to the last martial arts hall in Wucheng.

"Take it, drink some tea, don't run far."

Mo Xuan got down from the carriage, casually threw out a broken silver and threw it to the horseman, and ran for most of the witch city, and the horseman was also tired and sweating.

"Thank you, Young Master!" The horseman quickly took the silver and carefully carried it into the cloth bag sewn in his arms.

This broken silver is equivalent to one year's worth of his commission.

Looking at Mo Xuan walking into the "Houde Martial Arts Hall", the horseman did not leave, according to the experience of the previous few times, it is estimated that it will come out soon.

As soon as he stepped into the door of the Houde Martial Arts Hall, Mo Xuan smelled a strong medicinal smell.

"Young Master Mo Xuan? What are you here for? A

red-eyed young man in an undershirt took the initiative to come up.

"I'm looking for your curator." Mo Xuan frowned slightly, the medicinal smell on the other party's body was very heavy.

It's almost like him, a leukemia patient.

"No problem, Master is here." The red-eyed young man was very enthusiastic and took Mo Xuan to the living room.

Along the way, Mo Xuan found that the people of this Houde Martial Arts Hall, except for a few children and miscellaneous women, all the other people had red eyes.

"This pink eye is not contagious, is it?" Sitting in the living room, Mo Xuan became a little worried.

The already weak body, if it is infected with pink eye again, it is tantamount to making things worse.

"Young Master Mo Xuan, long time no see!" A hearty voice sounded.

A rough man nearly two meters tall, with a jacket wrapped around his whole body and neck, stepped in.

The person who came was Jia Ren, the owner of this Houde Martial Arts Hall, whom Mo Xuan had seen at the banquet before.

"Pavilion Master Jia, do you have the internal strength to sell?" Mo Xuan didn't want to waste time, so he asked as soon as he came up.

Jia Ren's footsteps paused when he heard this, and he immediately revealed a solemn expression, "Young Master Mo, I don't hide from you to be honest, this internal skill, the entire Wucheng, only two martial arts halls have it, and we also have it, but this exercise, but the foundation of my Houde Martial Arts Hall, will not be easily passed on." "

Not easily passed on?" Mo Xuan raised his eyebrows, and the other party did not directly refuse.

Jia Ren nodded and said with emotion: "The Houde Martial Arts Hall has been passed to my hands, it has been three generations, although it is only based in this small witch city, but my grandfather has fed horses to Taizu at the beginning, and this internal skill is also rewarded by Taizu, which is different from other jianghu sects..." Mo

Xuan heard what Jia Ren said, so he directly interrupted the other party, "I give out five hundred taels."

It seems that he didn't expect Mo Xuan to be so blunt, Jia Ren was stunned for a moment, shook his head and smiled: "Mo Shao, you misunderstood me."

"Not for sale?" Mo Xuan frowned and prepared to get up and leave.

Seeing that Mo Xuan was leaving, Jia Ren was also a little anxious, and quickly grabbed Mo Xuan, "Mo Shao, I didn't mean that."

"So?" Mo Xuan was a little impatient, this Jia Ren is still the master of a pavilion, why is it so verbose?

"So... You have to add money! Jia Ren, whose eyes were red, stared at Mo Xuan and said with a smile.

......

"Bloody Gong? It doesn't seem to prolong life.

On the carriage, Mo Xuan flipped through a red booklet.

In the end, he spent fifteen hundred taels to buy the internal strength of the Houde Martial Arts Hall.

In addition, the other party also asked Mo Xuan not to spread the exercises, and the news of buying and selling the exercises could not be leaked, so as not to be laughed at by other martial arts halls.

"Hurry up." Putting away the booklet, Mo Xuan shouted at the horseman.

The internal strength has arrived, and Mo Xuan is a little anxious to go back to study.

After all, he only has one year and two months left to live, and he has to hurry up on everything.

"Okay, young master sit tight!" The horseman responded and swung the whip.

The carriage raced through the street, kicking up a thin layer of dust.

"Miss, what passed just now seems to be the carriage of Mofu."

In a tailor's shop on the street, the little maid shouted.

"Be quiet." Su Xue, who had a delicate face, glanced at the little maid and continued to pick out the fabric.

Slender white fingers slipped across the big red cloth, and Su Xue's mind had already flown to other places.

The carriage that passed just now was not only Mo Fu's, but also Mo Xuan's.

"Brother Mo Xuan is good at everything, but his body is too weak..." Thinking of becoming a family, Su Xue was a little shy and a little lost.

It is said that the doctor who came from the Yin Capital concluded that Mo Xuan only had one year left to live....

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Not long after Mo Xuan left the Houde Martial Arts Hall, Jia Ren called several apprentices into the study.

"Today, the matter of the young master of the Mo family buying internal skills is not allowed to be passed on, did you hear it?"

Jia Ren's gaze was stern, and several apprentices did not dare to raise their heads to look at each other, and quickly said yes.

"Master...Is it really okay for Blood Fu Gong to give Mo Xuan?" The red-eyed young man who had previously led Mo Xuan couldn't help but ask.

This bloody martial arts has a total of three layers, and it can be cultivated all the way to the bone martial artist.

However, except for the original pavilion owner, the Houde Martial Arts Hall has not produced a bone training martial artist.

The reason is simple, this bloody exercise, the side effects are too great!

These apprentices, just after cultivating the first layer, their eyes were bloodshot and extremely red.

If you do not take a decoction that suppresses qi and blood, your eyes will continue to swell until you burst open.

In the second layer, the skin of the whole body is red, and countless small blood vessels will be protruded, which looks extremely terrifying.

Jia Ren is the second layer, so he doesn't even show his neck when he wears his coat.

Even if the second layer is completed cultivating safely, in the third layer, the bloody internal force cultivated will trigger the qi and blood of the whole body, and if you are not careful, it will cause heavy bleeding in the body and be violently killed on the spot.

In short, this bloody skill is shorter and shorter the more you practice!

"Hmph! You know what! Blood Tempering Gong, is it so easy to cultivate? This Mo Xuan, who has been weak since childhood, is estimated to be unable to even practice meat martial arts, and he is afraid that he will practice internal skills?

Jia Ren snorted coldly.

"Besides, Mo Xuan won't live long when he looks like this, even if he trains himself to death, it's not our responsibility!"

"But... Master, if the rest of the Mo family practiced..." The red-eyed apprentice was still a little worried.

"Then didn't I keep him from being passed on? Something happened to him in the Outer Transmission Technique, and I haven't bothered him first!" Jia Ren sneered and replied.

As soon as these words came out, the other apprentices all showed expressions of sudden realization.

Master is worthy of being an old quack!

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When returning to Mo Mansion, Mo Xuan suddenly remembered the matter of human skin paper and gouyu, and temporarily decided to go to Su's house to visit Su Shen.

If he could get relevant news from Su Shen's mouth, especially related to Gou Yu, then Mo Xuan wouldn't have to worry too much about the lack of extra life.

Unfortunately, when he arrived at Su's house, Mo Xuan was told that Su Shen went out early in the morning and estimated that he would not return until night.

Seeing this, Mo Xuan refused the enthusiastic retention of a group of mothers-in-law of the Su family and returned to Mo Mansion.

As soon as he got off the carriage, Mo Xuan went straight to Huasheng's residence.

Inside the house, Hua Sheng just put down the medicine box.

"Mo Shao?"

"Mr. Hua, how much do you know about innate child skills and internal skills?" Mo Xuan asked as soon as he entered the door.

For Mo Xuan's straightforwardness, Hua Sheng was not impressed, and while pouring tea for Mo Xuan, he said:

"Martial arts is divided into innate and acquired, but this exercise is not divided, innate boy skill, only can cultivate to the innate realm to be titled innate."

"As for the internal strength... Mo Shao wants to prolong his life, right? Hua Sheng guessed Mo Xuan's thoughts.

Mo Xuan took the tea, did not shy away, and directly nodded and admitted, "Indeed." "

Mo Shao, with all due respect, this martial art is used to fight and kill, health preservation internal skills, there are very few, each of them is very precious, placed in the rivers and lakes, that is the existence that can set off bloody storms."

Hua Sheng's words made Mo Xuan's brows frown.

So there is no hope of prolonging your life by relying on internal strength?

"In addition, Mo Shao, you are not involved in martial arts, and you don't know the joints, this martial arts, only cultivation to the innate realm can prolong life, not into the innate, just more strength than ordinary people, at most it can be regarded as boiling the skin and bones."

Hua Sheng shook his head, people like Mo Xuan, he had also come into contact with a lot, but if he wanted to use internal strength to prolong his life, it was absolutely impossible.

Hearing the beating of the skin and flesh and bones, Mo Xuan's heart moved, "Mr. Hua, what realm does martial arts have to cultivate to be able to change the bone marrow?" "

On the earth in his previous life, Mo Xuan knew that leukemia was essentially a malignant lesion of hematopoietic stem cells, and the treatment for bone marrow transplantation was to retransplant healthy hematopoietic stem cells.

This kind of surgery, naturally, cannot be achieved in this world.

But there are martial arts in this world, especially Mo Xuan has extended his life after practicing the innate boy skill, and he believes that martial arts is a life-saving road.

"Change the bone marrow?" Hua Sheng was a little puzzled, "The bone marrow changes... Maybe it can really cure your disease..."

After Hua Sheng finished speaking, he fell into deep thought, as if thinking about a specific treatment.

"Doctor Hua?" Mo Xuan reminded Hua Sheng, who was distracted.

Hua Sheng came back to his senses, "Mo Shao forgives, just now I unconsciously thought of medical matters."

"However, if martial arts are to be practiced to change the bone marrow, it must at least reach innate." Speaking of this, Hua Sheng paused for a moment, glanced at Mo Xuan, who looked a little excited, and sighed in his heart.

"If Doctor Hua has anything to say, you might as well say it directly." Mo Xuan saw Hua Sheng's expression a little hesitant.

"To practice martial arts to innate, in addition to being able to cultivate innate exercises, you also need bloodlines!"

"In the Great Yin Dynasty, except for the royal family and the family, almost no one can cultivate to the innate realm."

Hua Sheng's words instantly calmed Mo Xuan down.

Mo Xuan then asked some things about the bloodline of the family, but for some reason, Hua Sheng didn't want to say more, just told Mo Xuan that ordinary people can't cultivate the innate realm even if they have exercises.

"How can martial arts cultivation have so much to do with bloodline?"

Leaving from Huasheng's residence, Mo Xuan's mood was slightly heavy.

However, Mo Xuan was not completely discouraged, he had the variable of skin paper.

In addition, anyway, he only has one year left, and the situation will not be worse.

"The path of martial arts seems a bit difficult at the moment... It's better to investigate

human skin paper and gou yu in a different direction..." Mo Xuan decided to visit Su Shen early tomorrow morning and ask about human skin paper and gou yu.

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It soon got dark, and the lively Witch City immediately quieted down.

On a late autumn night, a thick mist fills the streets.

Before the city gate closed, Su Shen, the head of the Su family, returned in a carriage.

Inside the shaking carriage, Su Shen opened his eyes and looked at the darkness in front of him in deep thought.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped.

"What's going on?" Su Shen frowned and asked.

"Sir, someone is out of the funeral." The horseman replied.

When Su Shen heard this, he opened the curtain and saw a long line slowly passing by.

Oddly enough, the team was surprisingly quiet, with only the occasional rumble of paper money.

"Wait for them." Su Shen didn't care and closed the curtain.

"Huh?" When Su Shen closed the curtain, a paper coin floated into the box.

"Can you float this far?" Su Shen grabbed the paper money and threw it out.

After waiting for a while, the funeral procession passed.

"These people are walking too slowly." The horseman complained and continued to drive towards Sufu.

At the same time as Su Shen's carriage moved, on the street, the funeral procession suddenly stopped.

All the people wearing black and white filial clothes turned their heads and looked at Su Shen's carriage.

On the roof of the carriage, a miserable child dressed in tattered singlets and with a pale complexion floated on it with bare feet.

In the moonlight, the child turned his head, and the funeral procession was reflected in his eyes without the whites of his eyes.