My life of martial arts training

"How much is a bowl of mutton soup?" Li Dashan sat down. Although the table was a bit old, it was polished and shiny.

"Twenty-eight coins for mutton soup, thirty-five coins for mutton soup." The waiter replied.

"What about the sesame cake?"

"Five coins each."

"Brother Shen, do you want one?" Li Dashan looked at Shen Yuan and asked.

He clearly felt that Shen Yuan had broken away from that state of 'tranquility'.

"No." Shen Yuan shook his head. These ordinary foods had no meaning to him. They tasted ordinary and could not provide the energy he needed.

"Four bowls of mutton soup, eight sesame cakes, and another pot of rice wine." Li Dashan took out a cloth bag with different colors and patched it up. He took out 180 coins from it and put it on the tray.

"Okay." The waiter smiled and responded, and hurried to serve the mutton soup.

The business in the store was booming. After waiting for a while, the mutton soup was served.

The four masters and apprentices have eaten a lot of medicinal food these days, but their tastes remain the same. They are not picky and hunker down to eat voraciously.

Shen Yuan used the power of vibration to block all the noisy sounds, took out a book of exercises and flipped through it.

[Fengxia Secret Book]

This is Xiao Fengming's main exercise. The opponent's move "Feng Lian" at the beginning made his eyes light up.

However, the opponent's physique is too weak, otherwise he would have really let the opponent run away.

"Using an extremely fast dispersion ability to disperse the attack of a fatal blow, and at the same time using the recoil force to escape, this move is really good. Maybe, I can use the extreme yang true qi to simulate this move?" Shen Yuan thought to himself.

"But the speed of the extreme yang attribute is not as good as the wind attribute after all, so for this move, I need to give up the ability to escape and strengthen defense."

Four people eat, one person reads a book. This combination seems a bit weird to outsiders.

"How is the Taoist scripture that the master gave you?" Li Dashan asked when he saw Shen Yuan working so hard, holding a big cake.

"Master, I have memorized it by heart." Li Qingqing said.

"Well, not bad." Li Dashan nodded, and felt that the mutton soup in the bowl was more fragrant. He looked at the other two disciples:

"What about you?"

"I..." The two hesitated and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Two traitors, think carefully when you go to bed at night. Don't lie down like a pig and just sleep." Li Dashan scolded, spitting everywhere.

"If you want to obtain the 'Xinhuo Seal', you must not only have a strong physical fitness, but also be familiar with the Taoist scriptures. How can you obtain the inheritance like this?"

The two lowered their heads and drank the soup silently, not daring to refute at all.

"The master does not need you to be like Brother Shen, who can calm down and read in the busy city, but at night, you must work overtime to read."

"Yes." The two secretly looked at Shen Yuan and found that he was staring at the book in his hand, concentrating, and felt ashamed and angry.

A noisy sound rang out.

"Why is this man carrying a big pot on his back? Doesn't he feel tired?"

"Hush, didn't you see the big words on the pot cloth? That's the person of the Kitchen God Sect Yin Pulse."

A middle-aged man, expressionless, wearing a black Taoist robe, with a huge pot behind him, wrapped in black cloth. When he walked, there was a bang bang sound inside the pot.

His Taoist robe was a little worn, he was tall, his face was slightly thin, and he exuded a cold breath.

The middle-aged Taoist priest seemed to sense something, his eyes flashed, and he looked at the mutton soup stall and walked over slowly.

"Hurry up and eat."

When the diners saw the middle-aged Taoist priest coming, their faces changed slightly, and they chewed slowly and turned into wolfing down, as if the middle-aged Taoist priest was like a prehistoric beast.

The diners who originally wanted to eat mutton soup also left in a hurry.

The boss saw this scene and looked helpless.

The waiter suppressed his fear and came forward, trembling: "Master, you..."

Before he could finish, the middle-aged Taoist said: "A bowl of mutton soup, a large bowl, plus ten sesame cakes, this is one tael of silver, more refund or less."

"Yes." The waiter took the silver and went to prepare the mutton soup.

The middle-aged Taoist walked straight to Li Dashan and his group.

"Brother." Li Dashan stood up and saluted.

"Uncle." The three disciples also stood up and saluted.

"Yes." The middle-aged Taoist nodded, his face cold, sitting next to the four masters and apprentices, without taking off his luggage.

"Yin pulse."

Shen Yuan's eyes flashed. Although he was concentrating on reading, he knew everything that happened around him.

The Kitchen God Sect is divided into two pulses: Yang pulse and Yin pulse.

Li Dashan and his apprentice are Yang pulses, with easy-going temperament and kindness, and they work together to ban the aliens.

People of Yin Meridian are polluted by ghost rhyme. Under special magic circle, they can use the power of the aliens and often walk alone.

The goals of the two Meridians are the same, to ban the aliens and repair the statues.

But there are also differences between the two Meridians. Yang Meridian usually walks in the form of a team. The strength of a single unit is relatively weak. Once dispersed, it is easy to be wiped out.

Yin Meridian walks alone, without a team, but with strong strength, able to take charge of a side and deal with various emergencies. However, people of Yin Meridian often have a cold temperament and are not received by the people. They think they are possessed by evil spirits.

If explained in modern terms, Yang Meridian is a group army, good at group combat, while Yin Meridian is a special force, good at individual combat.

"Master, what level is this uncle?" Li Jiahe asked in a low voice.

"Sixth grade." Li Dashan explained.

The rank of the Taoist sect is somewhat similar to the realm of martial arts. From the seventh to the first rank, the quenching body realm is the seventh rank Taoist, the sixth rank is the condensing qi realm... the first rank is the refining spirit, and so on.

Of course, sometimes the realm of martial arts does not represent strength. Some people who practice Taoism have extremely strong Taoist skills and can also be promoted in advance.

As for refining blood and forging bones, they don’t even have the ability to walk outside. They are Taoist children and are not ranked.

"Sixth rank." Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes. The strength of this middle-aged Taoist is not comparable to Li Dashan.

In Daolingzhou, the combat power exerted by the middle-aged Taoist is almost the same as that of the madman.

"But the opponent seems to be injured."

"Cough cough." The middle-aged Taoist coughed violently, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother, are you okay?" Li Dashan's face changed and asked hurriedly.

Although the Yangmai and Yinmai have different ways of doing things, there is still a strong sense of fellowship between them.

"Qingqing, show it to Master."

"Yes." Li Qingqing was about to step forward, but the middle-aged Taoist stopped her: "No need, she can't treat my injuries."

"Brother, what happened?" Li Dashan asked hurriedly. He had clearly felt that when the middle-aged Taoist coughed, a layer of ghost charm lingered on his body.

"There is a 'vicious' ghost here. I fought with it, but I was defeated. The ghost charm entered my body." The middle-aged Taoist was silent for a moment and said.