The years when I explored the fairyland

In the early morning, the mist is hazy and the air is cold.

Xuanzhen Temple, backyard.

Chu Zhou's fists are like claws, rising like the wind, tossing and turning, sometimes with a stretched posture, sometimes with rapid and powerful force, sometimes with a furious thrust, sometimes with an endless stretch.

In his behavior, he was really like a dragon incarnate, free and unrestrained.

He practiced the Three Movements of the Dragon three times before he stopped. As soon as he retracted his body, he had already mastered the Zhuang Kung Fu. His rapid breathing continued to calm down and form a fixed rhythm.

Until this moment, the pores all over his body seemed to be open, and a large amount of hot steam steamed out. When it collided with the cold air, it formed bursts of rising mist, which was very magical.

This was the first time that Chu Zhou had formally practiced the improved "Raging Dragon Over the River Hand". He felt that his energy and blood were rushing all over his body, and his strength was like a tide, pouring out from deep inside his body.

They wash away the big tendons, circulate with the bones, swell in the muscles, and impact the skin membrane. In one item of body tempering, the four exercises of ‘muscles, flesh, skin and bones’ are integrated into one, and the feeling is different.

Wave after wave, burst after burst, surged through the body repeatedly, overdrawing one's physical strength and at the same time bringing a clear sense of transparency.

It was as if through his blood and strength, he could feel every part of his body and try to control it minutely.

Of course, with advanced skills, you might be able to control it, but you definitely can't do it now.

Moreover, with the decline of blood and strength, this sense of control is also rapidly weakening.

However, Chu Zhou still closed his eyes and was reminiscing, thinking, and feeling.

After just three training sessions, he had a deeper understanding of the martial arts in this world.

For example, qi and blood originate from human blood, which is the essence. It can be simply understood as the nutrients needed by the human body and is transported everywhere to provide energy for the body.

Therefore, the most important thing about Qi and blood is to grasp it. Only by grasping it can we deliver it wherever it is needed.

At the beginning of martial arts training, when Qi and blood are insufficient, various dietary supplements, decoctions and even medicinal baths are needed to continuously replenish Qi and blood, thereby strengthening Qi and blood.

Strength is generated between muscles, skin and bones, and starts from human activities. In other words, every movement of a person has strength flowing through it.

But only martial arts masters can twist this strength into a rope, so that every punch and kick can be powerful.

Therefore, what strength needs most is condensation.

Between the nourishment of Qi and blood to the body and the depletion of energy to the body, a virtuous cycle is formed.

Then, the body becomes stronger and stronger due to repeated wear and tear, and this is also the basis for the existence of the body quenching state.

Therefore, although there is a sequence between grasping Qi and blood and condensing strength, they do not come from the same source. People with outstanding talents can understand both at the same time.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Chu Zhou. When he was optimizing his skills, he had already achieved this comprehension requirement.

At most, his Qi and blood are weaker, and his strength is also weaker, but grasping and concentrating is a matter of course for him.

Only after passing these two levels can you have the possibility of subsequent body tempering, and can you truly cross the threshold and become a warrior and a practitioner.

Of course, after only performing the 'Three Movements of the Wandering Dragon' three times, Chu Zhou felt that he still had more to say than he had finished.

It's not that he still has the energy to practice anymore, but that he always feels that he is not up to the task of simply performing the three movements of the dragon.

After thinking about it for a moment, Chu Zhou already had a score in his mind. After all, "The Raging Dragon's Hands" is a hand skill. Even the four major points of "muscles, skin and bones" are mainly concentrated on one pair of hands.

After cultivating to the extreme, his hands are like dragon claws, and his grip strength is astonishing. It is a trivial matter to hold a stone into clay. A single grip with five claws can create five holes.

However, as it relates to body tempering, the need to temper the muscles, skin and bones of the whole body is still somewhat biased.

Therefore, it is best to add some more content to complete this practice and spread it throughout the body before it is complete.

With these thoughts, Chu Zhou came up with many ideas, but those were all matters in the future.

He thought for a long time, but it was actually just a cup of tea. After adjusting his breath, he opened his eyes again and saw two junior brothers standing nearby not far away.

Junior brother Yi Huai was holding a washbasin towel and looking at his senior brother with excitement, as if he was hesitant to speak.

Xu Cheng, on the other hand, was holding a huge sea bowl, and there were waves of hot air wafting away, accompanied by a strong medicinal fragrance.

Seeing that his senior brother had finished the exercise, he immediately took a few steps forward and said, "Senior brother, this is the tonic you want. It's best to take it in as soon as it cools down."

"good!"

Chu Zhou responded, took it, tested the temperature, and took a swig.

Even though he was prepared, he frowned in pain, but he only hesitated for a moment, then ruthlessly poured the rest into his stomach.

It was very bitter in the mouth, but the effect was amazing. Within a moment after the medicine entered the abdomen, warm currents began to rise. With the breathing, the exhausted body began to recover.

Although Xuan Zhen, an old Taoist, failed to achieve anything famous, the prescriptions recorded in the old book are the result of his several modifications. In terms of the effect of nourishing qi and nourishing blood, they are first-class.

In addition, Chu Zhou used all real ingredients, and just this bowl of medicinal soup made him feel full.

"Senior brother, senior brother, cough, what, wash your face?"

When Yi Huai opened his mouth, Chu Zhou naturally did not refuse. He picked up the towel and wiped it on his face randomly.

But it's not over yet...

"Senior brother, senior brother, are you thirsty? I poured some water. Can you take a sip?"

"Senior brother, senior brother, you just finished practicing martial arts, are you tired? Sit down and let me rub your shoulders?"

"Senior brother..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Chu Zhou stopped the two little guys' attentiveness, looked them directly in the eyes, and said, "Do you have any direct questions?"

Yi Huai rubbed his hands: "Brother, um, what you just practiced, why is it so different from what we usually practice?"

Chu Zhou: "That's because the master didn't pay everything before, and there was no big medicine to supplement it."

Yi Huai gestured: "Then, is this martial arts? Is it the same as what is taught in martial arts schools?"

Chu Zhou: "It should be better than what is taught in the martial arts school. What next?"

Xu Cheng hesitated: "Senior brother, senior brother, can we learn from it?"

Chu Zhou: "Okay!"

Yi Huai exclaimed: "Ah, is it really possible?"

"sure!"

Chu Zhou replied lightly, then looked at the two junior brothers who were still in disbelief, and said softly: "You two junior brothers, the master is no longer here, so everything in the past has become a thing of the past.

From now on, we are the only three brothers who will be considered relatives. "

"Of course, as long as you are willing, I can teach you whatever I know. It won't work if you don't learn!"

Xu Cheng and Yi Huai looked at each other and bowed with conviction: "Thank you, senior brother!"

"Then just wait until today. After today, the master will be buried, and we will have a better tomorrow."

…

On the eighth day of the funeral, the funeral and burial will naturally take place.

Fan Zhong had made arrangements early. When Chu Zhou left the backyard and arrived at the main hall, the place was already full of people.

There were hundreds of people who played gongs, drums, suonas, carried coffins, and even spontaneously came to mourn.

At Fan Zhong's shout, Chu Zhou smashed the paper-burning pot with a loud bang, followed by smoke and ashes flying everywhere.

As if receiving some kind of signal, the sound of suona resounded throughout the venue, driving gongs and drums and the crowd formed a long queue and rushed forward.

At this time, Chu Zhou was already walking in front holding the memorial tablet. With the playing of mournful music, his whole mood became a little lower.

That's right, Master Xuanzhen was not very kind to his fellow apprentices. He never lacked scolding and corporal punishment. Anyone who didn't get what he wanted would be beaten.

But what you can't deny is that it was the old Taoists who saved them, gave them food and drink, and taught them how to read and write.

This gift of survival cannot be faked!

Chu Zhou has a lot of gratitude that he should have. Therefore, in the ghost collection operation last night, he took action before Xuan Zhen was devoured.

The distance from Xuanzhen Temple to the cemetery was not very long, and they arrived at the place in less than a quarter of an hour.

It was a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. It was the location that Xuanzhen Lao Dao himself had explored before his death, and he had already dug out a grave.

Under the guidance of the old man specially invited by Fan Zhong, the coffin was buried, the grave mound was raised, and the tombstone was erected.

A set of procedures is cumbersome and smooth. Under Fan Zhong's scheduling and arrangements, the last dignity of Xuanzhen's old Taoism was picked up.

But at the end, a visitor came forward and bowed again and again, and Chu Zhou led his two junior brothers to kneel and bow in return.

Initially, everything went smoothly until finally, the chief butler of the Xue Mansion came again.

He still has a rich body shape, a high head, and a arrogant look.

He bowed casually, then stood there arrogantly, staring at Chu Zhou, and asked almost unceremoniously: "What happened to what I said to Taoist Master Chu a few days ago? "

Chu Zhou suddenly raised his head, his face gloomy, and said: "My master has just been buried, and you are so aggressive?"

Butler Xue sneered: "Just to give your master face, I only came here after his funeral!"

Okay, don’t talk nonsense. I ask you for the last time, yes or no? "

At this moment, Chu Zhou was so angry that he laughed and said almost word by word: "If I don't agree, what can you do to me?"

"What else can I do? If I don't agree, I won't agree!"

The chief steward of the Xue Mansion seemed to have guessed this result a long time ago and was not surprised. He just looked at Chu Zhou as if he were looking at a dead person: "In that case, I will turn around and explain it to my master."

"However, Little Taoist Master Chu, without my master's advice, no one will care about your Xuanzhen Temple in the future.

If something unexpected happens, don't blame us for not warning you. "

"An unexpected thing? This is the threat of Chi Guoguo!"

Chu Zhou chewed on these words, as if he could feel the bloodshed behind the words.

Abruptly, he smiled, looked at the handsome butler, and asked, "I have always known you as the chief butler of the Xue Mansion, but I still don't know your name. Can I tell you?"

"Why did you ask for my name?"

"You have to know who I'm talking to, right?"

"Haha, you should remember my name, steward of the Xue Mansion, the eldest master gave me the name Xue Nu!

You should remember this name. Maybe it will be your nightmare for the rest of your life. "

Saying this, Xue Nu no longer wanted to talk nonsense, turned around and said: "Let's go!"

He just led two sturdy slaves and strode away.

The surrounding people were shocked and silent by this confrontation.

Some of the scared ones had already run away, while the rest looked at Chu Zhou as if they were looking at a dead person.

In Baisha City, the county magistrate said that he wanted to kill a person. He couldn't tell everything, but 99% of the time he was dead.

But at this moment, Chu Zhou was staring at Xue Nu's retreating figure, stroking the scarlet wooden plaque around his waist, tapping it again and again, with a sneer on his lips.

"As the first person I want to kill, I always need to know your name!"

"Xue Nu, Xue Nu, you are like a dog."

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