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In the afternoon, the so-called European cultural exchange group left Zangdingguan and went to the hotel booked in the city. There will be a welcome banquet from the municipal government tomorrow. After eating and drinking, they will probably leave the day after tomorrow.

Wang Cheng didn't go out in his room all afternoon. While copying the secret record of the Yuanqi, he looked at Qingyang, afraid that his body would have other serious sequelae. After all, it was the first time he had really used such a secret technique, and he was unsure.

The cultural exchange group left, and many fellow disciples from Qingyang came to find him. In the past, he was deserted in front of him, and there were not necessarily any brothers coming to find him in a month or two. Now, more than a dozen people came to see him soon, and they were all curious about why he was so powerful.

"Qingyang, you are so awesome. You have learned to hide your strength. Recently, you have become famous."

"Say, did you hide it on purpose and just wait for this day?"

"What I lose will be brought back. This is the opportunity I'm waiting for. Qingyang, you guys are scheming!"

These are all those who usually have a good relationship with Qingyang. They are just kidding, but they are all confused when they see Qingyang lying on the bed and unable to move.

"I used the invincible magical skill that could stimulate potential at that time, so my strength soared within one minute, and the price was that I couldn't get out of bed for a few days."

Qingyang said weakly.

Now everyone was suddenly surprised. That's right. In this way, you are still the same Qingyang, and we are still brothers and friends, and we can be fools together and be scolded by the master.

Those who cheat together are brothers. If you don’t cheat or pursue it one day, then you will have no brothers.

When Wang Cheng saw Qingyang's depressed expression, he felt funny. He knew that Qingyang was afraid that he would become the last disciple with low qualifications and low understanding that lasted for more than three years.

Everyone was exposed, and Wang Cheng also copied the secret record of the vitality, stood up, stretched his waist, came to Qingyang's bed, took his pulse, but the qi and blood were still deficient, but it was recovering quickly. After all, he was a young man with strong qi and blood, and there were no other diseases. Fortunately, it means there are no more serious sequelae and will not cause permanent symptoms.

For warriors, if the qi and blood are weak, it will be better if they are kept for a while.

"Qingyang, you don't have to be discouraged."

Wang Cheng smiled at Qingyang and said, "I am in Jiangzhou. From now on, I will stay for a few days every summer vacation to give you some advice on boxing. If you have time, you can come to me."

"You are very diligent. If you have the correct and efficient way of practicing, you will definitely become a master like your master in the future."

Qingyang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said, "Can I go to find you at any time?"

Wang Cheng immediately shook his head: "Of course this doesn't work, I still have to go to school."

"All right."

Qingyang sighed immediately: "It would be great if you could stay in the Taoist temple. Otherwise, you should also get a master. Then we will be my junior brothers. You are my junior brother. You have such a good understanding. If you can get the true teachings of my master, you will definitely be even better than my master in the future."

Wang Cheng smiled and said, "I can't be more powerful than your master. Your master is much more powerful than you think. Okay, you can rest well. I'll cook a bowl of soup to replenish qi and blood for you later. Now I'll go see Taoist Changhe."

Qingyang nodded: "Okay, I heard that you have a good cooking skills. Go to see my master and don't talk much. He is just an old stubborn person."

Wang Cheng did not comment and put the copied Yuanqi secret record into his own package. With the original Yuanqi secret record, he left his residence and walked towards the backyard.

When I arrived at the gate of the independent courtyard behind, I happened to see Aoki coming out of it, with a bad expression. It seemed that he was scolded and a little dejected. Seeing Wang Cheng, Aoki just nodded politely and passed by, not smiling at everyone like the elder brother before, like the master.

Today, the blow to Aoki was quite big, and the eldest brother's majesty was seriously lost.

Wang Cheng entered the courtyard, and Taoist Master Changfeng was not there. As the representative of the Tibetan Ding Temple, he went down the mountain to entertain the foreigners. In the courtyard, there was only Taoist Master Changhe. Today, he did not stand on the stone and stroll, sit at an eight-immortal table in front of the hut to drink tea, nor did he act elegantly with a small teacup and sip tea carefully. The big horse's golden sword drank an ordinary big bowl of tea.

"sit!"

Taoist Master Changhe did not look up, but held an ancient book in one hand, and read it in a sensible way and said a word directly.

Wang Cheng walked slowly over, sat opposite Changhe, and placed the secret record of the vitality on the table: "Master Taoist, the book you want."

Taoist Master Changhe nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, put the ancient book in his hand on the table, took a big sip of tea, and stared at Wang Cheng with a torch: "Wang Cheng, are you willing to join me?"

Well! Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment. What this old Taoist priest said was too direct, right?

Shouldn’t we test it, then praise each other, and then we will say whether it is a matter of becoming a disciple?

The script is wrong.

Wang Cheng said it very directly: "I don't want to!"

This time, the old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment. Shouldn’t he be grateful and shouting that I am willing?

The script is not right.

The old Taoist priest just kept a calm face and stopped talking.

The two of them were in a mess for a while.

When Wang Cheng came to work at Zangdingguan, his biggest purpose was to learn the health martial arts of Zangdingguan because he was in poor health at that time. He had been in the Liuhe Boxing Gym and Tai Chi Hall, and felt that although Xingyiquan and Tai Chi were known as internal martial arts, the health effect was still not obvious and tended to be practical.

Many people see Tai Chi soft and slow, thinking that this is not a practical boxing technique. This view is very wrong. Wang Cheng has studied Tai Chi specifically and also seen Mr. Yang in the Tai Chi Gallery practice Tai Chi. It is so powerful that he practices Tai Chi to the depth of his bone marrow. With a shaking, it will sound like a firecracker. If he hits someone, he will definitely be either dead or injured.

Seeing that the doctor said when he was a child, the 20-year-old deadline was coming, Wang Cheng came to Zangding Temple without taking the final exam last semester. He wanted to learn Taoist health to save his life and live a few more years, which would also make his younger sister Wang Yuanyuan bigger, and then the little girl could live independently.

Now that congenital heart disease has cured, there are many more pursuits in life.

Wang Cheng didn't want to learn the martial arts of the old Taoist priests so much. Just as Minister Zhao and Taoist Changxu said today, the martial arts of the Zangding Temple are ultimately Taoist genitals, focusing on cultivating and nurturing nature, and fighting is the second.

Young people, who doesn’t have a dream of a hero or a strong man? Wang Cheng used to dare not think about it, nor was he qualified to think about it. Now, he can have these dreams.

Therefore, Wang Cheng must want to learn martial arts now. He has already thought about it. He will go to the Liuhe Boxing Gym or Tai Chi Boxing Gym to become a disciple on the next semester and weekend. He saved Master Liu Qing’s life. It is easier to go to the Liuhe Boxing Gym. It is easier to learn real kung fu. If ordinary disciples want to become a disciple, it is easy to get started. Just pay money, but they want ordinary training classes.

However, it is more difficult to become a true disciple, and it is even more difficult to learn true kung fu. There are thousands of internal and external disciples under the Liuhe Boxing Gym, but there are less than 30 core disciples who have learned true kung fu.

Both of them were not talking, and Wang Cheng was thinking about the decryption of the Yuanqi in the secret record of Yuanqi. The original author was actually in the exploration stage.

I sat for ten minutes.

The old Taoist priest Changhe couldn't help it anymore, and he sighed in his heart again. He was an old guy who was almost ninety years old, but he was not as calm as a teenager. He shook his head and said, "Okay, if you don't want to, I won't force it, but it's a pity that you are such a good seedling."

"Thank you for your kindness, the boy just thinks that the martial arts master may not be suitable for me in martial arts."

Wang Cheng also said.

The old Taoist priest immediately became unhappy and glared at Wang Cheng: "Do you think my martial arts in Wusheng Mountain are all vague?"

"Of course not!"

Wang Cheng didn't dare to admit: "I just feel that the Taoist martial arts focus on cultivating and nourishing nature, prolonging life, and only after practicing for many years can you achieve results. The younger generation is afraid that they do not have the perseverance of the Taoist priest."

Xingyiquan, Baguaquan, Bajiquan and other boxing techniques have good combat power when they practice to the same level. However, Tai Chi is relatively slow, and there is a saying that Tai Chi will not go out for ten years and will kill people after ten years.

The martial arts that Wang Cheng learned on Wusheng Mountain were mainly based on the stake technique. The Nine Yuan boxing technique that Aoki used against Philip was said to be quite powerful, but Wang Cheng didn't see it either.

"snort!"

The old Taoist priest Changhe snorted coldly and glared at Wang Cheng with his eyes, which scared Wang Cheng and immediately stopped talking.

"Boy, you're ready!"

Taoist Changhe was sitting on a chair, but suddenly exerted force and saw no movement. He just jumped out of nearly ten meters in one step and appeared three feet away!

This is a horse leaping stake, but it is many times stronger than the horse leaping stake that Wang Cheng himself has seen and practiced!

Wang Cheng was stunned. He knew that this was an old Taoist priest who could jump out so far without any hasty use of energy. If he had accumulated energy, it would definitely be more than twice as long. If he cooperated with the special pace, the distance would increase.

That's more than twenty meters?

Jumping over twenty meters in one step?

Wang Chengguang was shocked when he thought about it. It seemed that twenty meters were nothing, but when he went to the ground to measure it, he knew how incredible the distance of twenty meters was for a step.

The sprint champion ran for ten seconds in 100 meters, but this old Taoist priest only needs to jump five steps in a row. All world records are all over the clouds.

The most important thing is that the old Taoist priest stood more than nine meters away, his face was not red and he was not breathing. Obviously, he still had enough energy. Then, he shouted softly, and his fists streaked across a large circle, causing a whirlwind. The wind was very loud, and the weeds and leaves on the ground around him floated up and rotated with the whirlwind.

Bang!

The old Taoist priest's fist hit the top of a half-person-high wooden stake in front of the house, and a dull sound was blown away with a stream of dust.

Wang Cheng widened his eyes and looked at what was happening in front of him.

The one-meter-high wooden stake was left with only about twenty centimeters left on the ground by the old Taoist priest's punch. The other eighty centimeters were hit by this punch and drilled into the ground. The surrounding ground was slightly raised, and slight cracks appeared. The most important thing is that the wooden stake was not split due to excessive force. It was obviously the result of the old Taoist priest's deliberate control of its strength.

It's so amazing and terrifying. Although Wang Cheng is not a master, he is also knowledgeable and an expert. He is very shocked.

After breathing out, the old Taoist priest came back again and sat on the chair, took a sip of tea, looked at Wang Cheng with a squint, and was very satisfied with the boy's shocked expression. This was according to the script.

"The Taoist priest is amazing, his martial arts are superb, and he admires it."

Wang Cheng sincerely admired him.

After this punch, it is estimated that it will have at least a thousand kilograms of powerful force. If the Cross Knight Philip is hit by this punch, it will be almost the same as if he doesn't have a meat pie.

"Do you know how powerful my martial arts are in Wusheng Mountain? If all the martial arts skills are passed down, Xingyiquan, Baguaquan, and Tai Chi must be avoided. My martial arts skills in Wusheng Mountain are improved based on the basic inheritance of Wusheng Mountain. After thousands of years of formation, it is innately deficient, so it will be like this."

The old Taoist priest said proudly, with a little regret.

Wang Cheng said in confusion: "The Taoist priest said that the martial saint boxing techniques that are all inherited are even more powerful?"

"That was natural. During the Three Kingdoms period, the Martial Saint was rich in blood and was the best in the world. If Lu Bu did not rely on the convenience of weapons and the Red Rabbit, he might not be the Martial Saint's opponent."

The old Taoist priest said without any doubt: "Are you willing to join me now?"

Wang Cheng immediately said, "I don't want to!"

The proud old Taoist priest almost sprayed out a mouthful of tea and coughed. The boy stopped following the script and concealed his embarrassment and glared at Wang Cheng: "What do you mean? Why don't you? Do you look down on me? Or do you look down on the martial saints and martial arts?"

Wang Cheng hurriedly shook his head and said, "The Taoist Master has misunderstood. I absolutely do not doubt the Taoist Master's strength. No one is qualified to look down on the Taoist Master, and no one dares to look down on the martial arts saints that have been passed down for two thousand years. But, Taoist Master, I would like to ask you, how many years have you practiced martial arts?"

The old Taoist priest changed his mind and knew what Wang Cheng meant. He waved his hand: "I don't hide it from you. I have been practicing martial arts for 80 years to have today's strength. The most important practical boxing technique of the Martial Saint was lost. The ancestor of Zangding Temple did not like to kill and did not learn the ability of Martial Saint to kill enemies. Therefore, it is mainly based on the basics. They are all martial arts that nourish qi and blood coagulate. It is normal to take slow formation. However, practicing in this way will make you have a very good health and a very long life. The old guy in the Yang family is ten years younger than me, and he is not as good as me."

Wang Cheng nodded. The old Taoist priest was telling the truth. He had seen the old man of the Yang family. He was not as energetic as the old Taoist priest. He also had many wrinkles on his face. He was not as full as the old Taoist priest, with few wrinkles.

"Master, it's not that I don't want to take you as my teacher, but that I still have to go to school and have a young sister, so it's impossible for you to learn martial arts every day."

Wang Cheng hurriedly moved his studies and his sister out.

The old Taoist priest stared at Wang Cheng with his eyes. Wang Cheng was under great pressure. After a while, the old Taoist priest took a sip of tea and said in a deep voice: "Okay, you have backbone. If you say you don't want to become a disciple, you won't become a disciple. But the old Taoist priest is also a stubborn temper. He said that he must teach you, and he must also teach you. If you don't want to become a disciple, I will teach you too. You don't need to become a disciple anymore. Open your eyes and look at it."

Wang Cheng was stunned and smiled bitterly in his heart. He felt that talking to the old Taoist priest was like a quarrel with a child. If you don’t let me, I won’t let me.

As the saying goes, old children, old children become more and more children as they get older. As expected, this is true. However, my heart is a little warm, as if the grandfather and grandson are fighting with nothing to do.
Chapter completed!