Chuanwu: Going back to the village to show off?I add some martial arts to become a saint

Although he doesn't pay as much attention to the practice of boxing as the Yinxian School, in addition to studying Taoist scriptures and learning Taoism, Jue Guzi also does not forget to practice Taijiquan every day.

With his strength, it is easy to beat a martial arts enthusiast who has studied for 20 years.

"drink!"

Jue Guzi let out a low cry, and his right fist shot out like a cannonball, heading straight for Lin Qing.

The opponent's speed was extremely fast, and it only took one second from the punch to the front.

However, Lin Qing tilted his head slightly like a conditioned reflex, and the punch passed by his cheek.

Jue Guzi opened his mouth, wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

At such a close distance, Lin Qing was able to dodge another punch with all his strength. This reaction was so terrifying that it was abnormal.

Seeing that the other party was in a daze, Lin Qing patted him on the shoulder, and said with earnest concern:

"Daoist, if you have a hidden disease in your shoulder, the weather has been gloomy recently, so you must pay attention."

Chapter 112 The terrifying qualitative change of mental power!

Lin Qing's eyes were like shutters, remembering every movement of Jue Guzi the moment Jue Guzi punched.

First, the flexible lower body was stretched and opened, and then the power poured into the shoulders from the back, and finally bounced out.

The whole set of movements is standard, but Lin Qing can clearly see a bit of stiffness at the joint between the back and the shoulders.

Hearing this, Jue Guzi was a little confused.

He did break his shoulder when he was a kid.

Even though he has tried all kinds of doctors, but because of the seriousness of the injury, he has not been healed, and he still has a dull pain in rainy days.

But how did Lin Qing know?

"When you punched just now, I could hear the shoulder snapping, and the joints were not in the right position."

Lin Qing explained: "It should be a permanent wound. There is no other way but to apply more medicinal wine on cloudy days."

Jue Guzi opened his mouth, but did not speak.

Just because of a short punch, you can see through hidden diseases. How terrifying is this vision?

Feeling the qualitative change brought about by the spirit, Lin Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that every time the four dimensions are raised to an integer, it will bring qualitative changes to the body.

After chatting casually with Jue Guzi, it was convenient for him to clean the main hall.

But Lin Qing had nothing to do at this time, so he calmed down and began to stroll around the Qingyun Temple.

The world is in turmoil, and everyone wants different things.

Some people come to Taoist temples only for money, and some people look sallow and weak and only want to be healthy.

It is better to ask God than to ask oneself. No matter what you want, it is just to ask for comfort in your heart.

Lin Qing saw someone wearing an expensive suit and a gold watch with a sad face, just hoping to continue the incense.

I also saw people who were poor, but still got expensive incense, only hoping to get rich smoothly.

A small Taoist temple can actually see all kinds of life.

Lin Qing couldn't help sighing, everyone said that the world of mortals cultivates the heart, and he finally understood the meaning of these four words.

At noon, Lin Qing came to the canteen of Qingyun Guan, and sat with the Taoist priests to prepare for the fast.

Brown rice, wild vegetables, and mushrooms are simple, but Lin Qing, who is used to eating various supplements, feels that they have a different flavor.

Taoism believes that eating meat will deplete the body's energy, so there is no meat in Quanzhen Sect.

When the practice became more and more profound, Taoist priests began to try bigu.

Of course, the so-called bigu does not mean eating nothing, but replacing the staple food with food, and then supplementing sugar and other nutrients with omnivorous food, such as black beans and sesame seeds.

It is said in ancient books that "the one who eats meat is brave and brave, the one who eats grains is wise and ingenious, the one who eats qi is gods and lives long, and the one who does not eat does not die and becomes a god."

The so-called convincing, in fact, is simply what the world thinks of as a turtle's breath.

In fact, when Lin Qing's basaltic kung fu was at the full level, he could already do this method of tortoise's breath.

Even after the physique has been improved to the present, the time required for one breath is even longer.

"It's no wonder that after taking a long breath, except for high-intensity physical activity and practicing meditation, I haven't felt hungry at all."

This 150-year-old life expectancy should be a lot of basalt martial arts.

Lin Qing was scrubbing a wild fruit, thinking about it.

I have to say that the environment of this Taoist canteen is really not flattering.

Although it generally looks clean, there are always many flies buzzing around when eating.

Seeing a fly swaying wildly in front of his eyes, Lin Qing couldn't bear it anymore.

He held his breath, and the flies flying in the air seemed to be at 0.5 times the speed, and even the flight trajectory became a frame-by-frame picture.

Then Lin Qing quickly stretched out his two fingers, and his hand was like lightning, and the fly that was gliding fast in the air was caught in his hands.

If someone saw it clearly enough, they would be too scared to speak.

The big-headed fly was not crushed to death, and it was alive and well in Lin Qing's hands, but it couldn't fly out no matter how it fluttered.

But if you take a closer look, you will be surprised to find that the fly's wings are so small that they are so small that they are caught between the two fingers.

In fact, in the past, Lin Qing could also catch flies with his bare hands.

But it is absolutely impossible to pinch the fly's wings precisely during its flight.

This move was precisely because Lin Qing's psychopathy was terrifying enough, and he combined his heart with his eyes, and his hands with his heart to the extreme.

"Black Panther, do you want to eat?"

Seeing the black panther squatting beside him, sticking out its purple tongue, Lin Qing asked kindly.

Then, with a little force, he shattered the fly's wings with dark force, and threw it to the black dog's feet.

"Wang!"

The black panther's eyes were somewhat resentful, and then a dog's paw sent the fly to the west.

After lunch, the Taoist priests took a lunch break, while Lin Qing walked around and walked to the martial arts training ground in the Taoist temple.

This is the place where Taoist priests practice martial arts. There are many stone piers, buckets, and wooden dummy posts.

"Practice whatever you want."

Lin Qing's eyes lit up, and he walked to the largest stone pier.

The stone pier was covered with dust and covered with cloth handles. It seemed that it had not been used for a long time.

Lin Qing thought back to the discussion with the old Taoist in the morning.

The opponent's fingers were like steel needles, and the red marks on his arms had not dissipated, and the numbness of the acupuncture points was still somewhat uncomfortable.

If it wasn't for the fact that his basalt kungfu has been cultivated to perfection, he might have to drink medicinal wine and rest for half a month to recover.

"In any case, I can confirm one thing now. Learning the swastika hand has certain requirements for the strength of the fingers."

That being the case, Lin Qing wanted to try to see if he could lift the stone pier, which was at least two hundred catties, with just two fingers.

He took a deep breath, hooked two fingers around the handle, stretched it to the end of his fingers with all his strength, and let out a muffled snort.

The heavy stone pier trembled slightly, and then it was slowly lifted up!

You know, the weight of the two hundred catties was completely distributed among the two fingers, and he even deliberately didn't use the large muscle groups to exert force.

This is the change brought about by Huajin.

"Try the other hand too."

Even if it was a two-hundred-jin stone pier, Lin Qing still had enough strength, and his left hand was not idle.

After lifting the stone pier twice, he sank into his dantian and ran around the field twice.

boom!

The stone pier was thrown to the ground, and the dust was flying.

Lin Qing let out a breath of foul breath, only feeling that his whole body had endless strength.

Apart from a slight redness in his fingers, there was no discomfort at all.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Qing grabbed the [-]-jin millstone and hugged it vigorously, practicing the control of the lower plate.

I have to say that practicing boxing every day and occasionally doing strength training gives me a different kind of pleasure.

Lunge squats, biceps curls, dumbbell chest presses, after doing a set of movements, Lin Qing didn't even catch a breath.

He simply stacked two stone blocks together to complete a standard deadlift.

"Cool!"

Lin Qing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little unsatisfied.

His gaze swept back and forth, and finally fixed on the stone pier in front of him. He moved his energy and thrust out his two fingers.

The stone pier was like soft tofu, with two deep black holes poked out!

"not good!"

It wasn't until this time that Lin Qing realized that his old habit of breaking things in his training had relapsed again.

The hairs on his back exploded, and he was slightly relieved to see that there was no one around.

"Black Panther, run away!"

Wang!

The panther was already prepared and ran away.

One person and one dog disappeared into the backyard like two black whirlwinds in the blink of an eye.

Chapter 113 Qingyun Temple Bully Black Panther!

Speeding all the way, Lin Qing rushed back to his room in less than a minute.

After making sure that no one was following him outside the window, he breathed a sigh of relief and murmured in a low voice.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun..."

"Wang!"

The black panther at his feet let out a cry of excitement, and he still had something to say.

For some reason, it seemed to enjoy the feeling of running away with its master after doing something wrong.

"You are a dog, I will send you to the Taoist temple later, so that I can be disciplined and disciplined."

Lin Qing said angrily.

Almost all Taoist temples in China raise dogs and cats, and some of the smaller Taoist priests even have their own fields to grow food to support themselves.

Since the black panther came here, the cats and dogs in the Taoist temple have no peace.

In just two days, the black leopard quickly conquered its own territory, and the rhubarb and fat orange of Qingyun Temple became its little brothers.

Thinking of this, Lin Qing felt something was wrong.

In the past, whether it was going to Zheng's house or Dongji Island, the black panther would always follow him, never leaving.

However, when he came to Qingyun Temple, he found that the black panther was like clocking in at work. He followed him in the morning and disappeared without a trace in the afternoon.

It happened that there was nothing to do in the afternoon. Thinking of this, Lin Qing planned to follow it secretly to see what the panther was doing during this time.

Lin Qing lay on the bed and pretended to take a nap. Sure enough, the black panther, who was snoring on the ground, got up, opened the door quietly, and sprinted out.

"There's a big problem."

Lin Qing got up vigorously and followed out secretly.

He lowered his center of gravity, and there was no sound under his feet like cat feet.

The opponent was very vigilant, turning his head after two or three steps, Lin Qing didn't dare to get too close, but fortunately, his eyesight was excellent, and he could see clearly even if he was far away.