I have a role in the heavens

The master and disciples sat at the dining table, feasting on the delicious food. Their mouths were full of oil. Taoist Xuanyuan wiped his greasy palm casually on the Taoist robe, wiped his hands clean, picked up a pickled bone again, and opened his mouth to bite it. When he stood up, he looked extremely bold and rough. He would never change his appearance in this life.

Today, Qingsong and Cangbai are already fifteen or sixteen years old. Their appetite has increased greatly and their strength is strong. They were taught some foreign martial arts by Taoist Xuanyuan, and they have become Mingjin. Yuandao people are 70% or 80% similar. One of them holds a big bone in his hand and eats with grease all over his face. He doesn't care at all.

Among the four, only Li Daoqing looked elegant and elegant. He wore plastic gloves in his hands and did not get oil stains all over his body. He opened his mouth, neat and white, and crushed the strong lean meat with a light bite. amazing.

If someone could open Li Daoqing's mouth and count it carefully, they would know that Li Daoqing had a total of forty teeth. Each tooth was as white as jade, neat and smooth, like a carefully crafted handicraft.

Ordinary people only have 28 to 32 teeth. Forty teeth are a symbol of reaching the peak of marrow refining.

It is said that Buddha Sakyamuni had forty teeth, which is a symbol of the highest achievement of physical cultivation. There are some yoga masters in India who have trained their whole body to be as soft as cotton, as hard as iron, and have flexible bones. They can hold their breath for an hour without dying. Sakyamuni must have practiced yoga to the point where his muscles and bones can sing in unison. The cultivation level is comparable to the realm of holding pills.

After Li Daoqing took the elixir, many mysterious changes took place in his body. He had diarrhea every three days, all of which were dark blood clots. This was a marrow cleansing and blood exchange. Then he gradually became able to go without food for three days without any effects. Finally, all his teeth fell out and a pair of perfect and smooth jade teeth grew back.

After Taoist Xuanyuan was eighty percent full, he ate green vegetables with great resistance. He had a bitter look on his face and drooped eyes. He lost the luster he had when he just ate meat. He was a meat-loving person, but He hates vegetables very much, but as a boxing master, he also knows the importance of balanced nutrition. Every time he eats vegetables, he always looks bitter and looks very happy, like some picky children. Fortunately, No need for coaxing.

Perhaps in order to divert his attention and alleviate some of the discomfort of eating vegetables, Taoist Xuanyuan talked to Li Daoqing about the matter.

Taoist Xuanyuan picked up a small piece of green vegetables with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth with resistance. His facial features were distorted. He didn't know what kind of poison he had taken. He was in pain as if he was being tortured. Then he said.

"Today I contacted Zhou Binglin of Sun Style Tai Chi. He has a prescription for strengthening qi and blood and improving physical fitness. It was passed down by Sun Lutang back then. I heard it was obtained from the Qing Dynasty and has a history of hundreds of years. The medicine is very effective. He will go to Wudang Mountain tomorrow and wants to see you before deciding whether to give the medicine to you!"

"You kid, you have to behave well and give me some face!"

Li Daoqing was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Taoist Xuanyuan would contact Zhou Binglin to ask for a prescription for himself. These secret medicines are all secrets that are not passed down and are left to his disciples. Now, Taoist Xuanyuan is afraid that he will I owe a lot of favors.

Moreover, Li Daoqing is a master of medicine. He can research a prescription on his own to strengthen Qi and blood and improve his physical condition. He has not taken any action before just because he has no need for it. Now he has stepped into Gang Jin and only needs to complete the Qi and Blood elixir. When he matures, he can attack the secret acupoints in the body, break the void, and see that the gods are indestructible. He was about to explain it to Taoist Xuanyuan, but he didn't expect that Taoist Xuanyuan had already thought of it for him in advance and begged his old friend.

"Master, isn't this inappropriate?"

"These precious medicines are the secrets of the sect. If Senior Zhou passed on this medicine to me, it would be a huge favor!"

Taoist Xuanyuan put down his chopsticks and waved his hands indifferently. He understood Li Daoqing's worries. Favor debts are the most difficult to repay. How many people risk their lives and property just to repay favor debts. He raised his head and his eyes were clear. , with a bright light and an extremely solemn expression, said to Li Daoqing.

"You don't need to worry about this!"

"Old Zhou is known as the Little Martial God. He has extraordinary qualifications and profound martial arts. He also practices Tai Chi. He has already touched the secrets of alchemy. Now he is over fifty years old, but he still has not accepted a disciple. He is willing to agree to this, just to see I’m in love with your boy, and I hope you can be his half-apprentice, with the same thoughts as Qingfeng Master!”

"This old guy Zhou Binglin values ​​the inheritance of Sun Tai Chi more than his life!"

"When he first heard that I wanted his secret recipe, he refused to agree to it. As soon as I said that your kid had been successfully taken, he immediately changed his mind and started catching a plane overnight to head towards Wudang Mountain!"

"Isn't it just that you have achieved Danjin, and I want to get some guidance from you, and then I want to entrust you with the inheritance of Sun Tai Chi so that you can support him until his death?"

Taoist Xuanyuan curled his lips, his eyes full of disdain and disdain. His old friends were all untrue and wanted to compete with him as apprentices. Damn, I don’t even want to think about how his precious apprentice came to be. That was something he got with his keen eye and knowledge in exchange for the tribute from Emperor Zhenwu. How could shameless people like them take it away?

"You have sinister intentions, you think I don't know!"

Although Taoist Xuanyuan expressed his disdain for Zhou Binglin's actions, there was a bit of pride and warmth in his eyes. It's not that Zhou Binglin couldn't recruit disciples. There are many precious inheritances in Sun Tai Chi. After all, it is the best in the world. Sun Lutang's inheritance is no weaker than that of the Golden Toad Sect, and is even a bit more advanced.

There is a Taekwondo master in South Korea, Cui Baiquan, who supports Zhou Binglin all year round and treats him with great respect. Every time he visits him, he holds the disciple ceremony. However, Zhou Binglin only taught him some skills and was unwilling to hand over the inheritance of Sun Tai Chi to him. He did not want to let the true inheritance of Sun Tai Chi spread abroad and achieve Taekwondo.

Today, the commercial development of Taekwondo in South Korea is extremely successful. Even the counties under Wudang Mountain have Taekwondo gyms. However, Taekwondo also has inherent limitations. That is, South Korea’s cultural inheritance is too shallow and there is no way to refine the marrow. So far, no Taekwondo master has achieved Baodan. Therefore, in the eyes of real martial arts practitioners, Taekwondo is looked down upon.

Zhou Binglin was old and needed disciples to support his appearance, but he was unwilling to hand over his real skills to Bangzi, so when he heard Taoist Xuanyuan say that his disciple Li Daoqing had achieved Danjin, he immediately changed his mind and was ready to come and see Li Daoqing.

If he is satisfied, not only the secret prescription, but also the inheritance of Sun Style Tai Chi will be handed over to Li Daoqing. He can be regarded as a real master and disciple. He does not have too many requirements. In the future, Li Daoqing will only need to master the skills of Sun Style Tai Chi. Just pass it on.

Countless thoughts flashed through Taoist Xuanyuan's mind. He thought of his old friend's situation and did not want him to be miserable in his later years without even a disciple to support his appearance and support him until his death. He looked serious and warned Li Daoqing very seriously.

"After Lao Zhou comes tomorrow, if the inheritance of Sun Tai Chi is handed over to you, you must take care of him until he is old and support his appearance. When he is in his old age, his energy and blood decline, his physical strength weakens, and he cannot fight. Someone challenges him. , as his half-disciple, you must take action for him!"

Li Daoqing nodded. He knew the rules. People who practice martial arts pay the most attention to inheritance. Especially for his famous boxing skills, he attaches great importance to the successor of his mantle.

There is a very important reason for this. That is, when you get old and your physical strength deteriorates and your hands and feet become inflexible, if you encounter a challenge from a master, you can ask your apprentice to compete on your behalf. Without an outstanding disciple, a lifetime of fame would be wasted in such a situation. People who practice martial arts, especially famous people, no matter how famous you were before, if you fail in a martial arts competition once, you will immediately be unable to hold your head up for the rest of your life, which is more uncomfortable than death.

In the martial arts world, there have been many such examples since ancient times. This is why martial artists are very cautious about fighting. For famous martial artists, fame is even more important than their own lives. Teaching an outstanding disciple is to protect your reputation when you grow old. Moreover, outstanding disciples are made by their masters who work hand in hand day and night. Some of them have a deeper relationship than father and son, so it is natural that they can provide for them until they die.

"I understand, Master!"

Although Li Daoqing said so, in his heart, Taoist Xuanyuan is the first. This is his existence as a teacher and a father, and he has bowed his head seriously and worshiped the ancestor. Others, whether Zhou Binglin or Taoist Master Qingfeng, are ranked behind Taoist Xuanyuan.

The next day, after breakfast, Li Daoqing did not go to the top of the mountain to practice martial arts as usual. Instead, he sat under a century-old pine tree, waiting for Zhou Binglin's arrival. Taoist Xuanyuan sat opposite each other, holding a purple clay pot in his hand, and kept talking. Playing with it, from time to time, he would add a cup of fragrant tea to himself and Li Daoqing, feeling comfortable and relaxed.

Li Daoqing closed his eyes and rested. His skin was smooth and fair. There were no moles or freckles on his face. It was so smooth that it could be broken with a blow. There was even a faint fragrance exuding from his body, which made Taoist Xuanyuan's eyes flash. Shocked, his face was full of thinking.

Li Daoqing adjusted his sitting posture and stretched his waist casually, acting very casually. This was originally a very impolite gesture, but in the eyes of Taoist Xuanyuan, he saw the effort behind Li Daoqing's lazy posture, which had a vibrant and exciting charm. It's like a newborn baby stretching its limbs, natural, vivid and without any artificiality.

"How can I be free from separation if I hold you in my arms? Is it possible to be as gentle as a baby if I concentrate on my Qi?"

After all, Taoist Xuanyuan is a regular Taoist priest with a degree of ultimatum, and he still knows some Taoist scriptures. Moreover, if martial arts practitioners want to achieve success, they must also study. Taoist Xuanyuan looked at Li Daoqing's state and couldn't help but be secretly frightened. A sentence from the Tao Te Ching emerged.

The union of spirit and form, as soft as a baby, is already an innate state. Taoist Xuanyuan understands in his heart that this is a sign of Li Daoqing's improvement in cultivation, but he doesn't know how long it will take for him to be the best in the world. The time must not be far away.

After all, Zhou Binglin had been staying in Kyoto. Even if he had to catch a flight overnight, it was almost noon before he set foot on Wenqu Peak.

Li Daoqing's erect ears trembled slightly, and he suddenly opened his eyes. Two rays of light flashed through, like lightning, making people dare not look directly. His eyes were as calm as water, clear and bright, not stained by any dust from the world of mortals, and his lips were slightly red. Qi, reminded Taoist Xuanyuan softly.

"Master, Senior Zhou has arrived!"

Taoist Xuanyuan was enjoying the warm sunshine and dozing off with his eyes closed. When he heard his disciple's words, he wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and then wiped it on the yellow Taoist robe. Li Daoqing's eyes twitched. As a master, he is worthy of being a disciple of Taoist Sanfeng, but he has learned this sloppy technique to the extent that his Taoist robes are ruined every day, with oil stains, saliva, dust, and in short, they are never clean.

"Here he is! Where are he?"

Taoist Xuanyuan raised his ears and did not hear any footsteps. He was not surprised. His disciple's cultivation had already surpassed him. Since he was sure that Zhou Binglin had arrived, he must have arrived. He believed Li Daoqing's words.

"There are still five hundred meters left!"

Taoist Xuanyuan nodded calmly, unfazed by honor and disgrace, yawned widely, stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and regained consciousness. Then he stood up, walked towards the gate of the Taoist temple, and turned back to Li Daoqing and said.

"The guests are here, we should go and greet them!"

Li Daoqing stood up and followed closely, standing in front of the Taoist temple, standing quietly, waiting for Zhou Binglin's arrival.

There is a rock wall in front of the Taoist temple, which blocks the view below. You need to go around a corner before you can see the view.

There was a sound of slight footsteps, firm and powerful, with even strength. This was a practitioner, and his grasp of strength was not weaker than that of Taoist Xuanyuan, the master of boxing.

A figure walked along the stairs from behind the rock wall and appeared in front of the Taoist temple. Seeing Taoist Xuanyuan and Li Daoqing already waiting there, they were a little stunned and a little surprised. He didn't call Taoist Xuanyuan in advance to inform him that he had arrived. How could he be waiting so early? Could it be that he could figure things out and become a true cultivator?

This man was between middle age and old, wearing a black silk dress and old-fashioned scissor-top cloth shoes popular in the north. His face was square, his skin was as smooth and black as Ganoderma lucidum, without any age spots, his eyes were like morning stars, bright and shining, his whole hair was gray, and his beard was three or four inches long, combed meticulously.

This old man is about 1.7 meters tall. He is neither tall nor short. He is lean but strong. He does not give people the impression of being thin. He looks quite graceful and graceful like an ancient Confucian scholar, with a hint of Taoism in it. dust.

"Perfectly transformed into a master of martial arts!"

Li Daoqing looked at Zhou Binglin in front of him, his eyes sparkling. Don't think that if Li Daoqing has achieved Gang Jin, a master of strength is no longer valuable. A boxing master like Zhou Binglin who has perfected strength is still a famous master in the martial arts world and a presence at the top of the pyramid. .

What's more, Zhou Binglin has already mastered some of the subtleties of alchemy. Unfortunately, Zhou Binglin is too old, and his energy and blood can only maintain the original state at best, which is already not easy. In addition, his mentality is old, and he has lost his vitality and his sharp edge. , he has no hope of holding the elixir in this life.

"Lao Niubi, this is the first time you actually go out and wait for me!"

Zhou Binglin's voice was extremely hearty and strong, full of energy, as if coming from the Dantian in his lower abdomen.

Zhou Binglin has been friends with Taoist Xuanyuan for decades, and he knows Taoist Xuanyuan's temperament very well. He has never been so polite. He couldn't help but look up at the sky. The bright and hot sun is still hanging in the southeast, with a smile on his face. With a bit of joking and strangeness, he teased Taoist Xuanyuan.

"The sun doesn't rise from the west today either. Why are you waiting for me?"

Taoist Xuanyuan rolled his eyes, with a big white eye, not seeing any black, and a look of disgust on his face, and counterattacked Zhou Binglin.

"You are dreaming! Do you understand?"

"You can give yourself a try and it won't hurt!"

Zhou Binglin glared at Taoist Xuanyuan fiercely. He was not a fool. He couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality. He waved his hand and looked at Li Daoqing behind Taoist Xuanyuan. His eyes were shining brightly and he was secretly frightened.

"The Qi movement does not leak even a bit, it is gathered into a circle. This is the golden elixir of Taoism. He is indeed a great master of boxing!"

"Okay, okay! Elder Xuan Yuan, you are so lucky to have accepted such a genius who is destined to be invincible in the world!"

Zhou Binglin kept looking at Li Daoqing. Seeing that he was only a teenager, but he had already achieved Danjin, and he would definitely become a person in the world in the future, he couldn't help but look at Taoist Xuanyuan with envy, and said very jealously.

Taoist Xuanyuan raised the corners of his mouth and raised the messy beard under his chin. With a proud and showy look on his face, he spoke unceremoniously to Zhou Binglin.

"That's my insightful eye. Why are you so jealous?"

"Good disciple, come here, I have met your Uncle Zhou!"

Taoist Xuanyuan pulled Li Daoqing over, without any concealment of the pride on his face.

Li Daoqing is still the same as before, wearing a gray cotton robe with a peach wood hairpin in his hair. Although he is dressed very simply, he still gives people a sense of richness, handsomeness, elegance and refinement. In fact, his clothes can cover it up, and he is very eye-catching.

Li Daoqing bowed and clasped his fists, and said respectfully and thoughtfully.

"Junior Li Daoqing has met Uncle Zhou!"

Zhou Binglin quickly helped Li Daoqing up, staring closely at him with unconcealable affection, smiling broadly, and without saying a word, he took out a prescription from his sleeve, put it into Li Daoqing's hand, and said very intimately.

"Please get up quickly, why are you and your uncle still so alienated from each other?"

"I don't have anything good. I only have a small prescription with some wonderful effects. If you look back, it should be helpful to you!"

Zhou Binglin so easily gave Li Daoqing the prescription of Sun Style Tai Chi that was not passed down to others without any hesitation. From the first time he saw Li Daoqing, he had already made up his mind to hand over the inheritance of Sun Style Tai Chi to Li Daoqing. Li Daoqing understands, as long as he is here, in this era, everyone is destined to be a supporting role, so why accept other apprentices.