Ask about the Immortal Way

When Taoist Master Ji Xin said this, Qin Sang realized that Old Wu was less than forty years old.

Lao Wu was from Jiaoming County in the North. He originally had two sons and one daughter. He made a living by farming. Although he was poor, he could still get by.

Last year there were successive disasters, and war broke out in the northern counties. The rebels acted like bandits and killed innocent people indiscriminately.

Lao Wu's village was looted by rebel soldiers, and his wife and children died tragically. He only escaped with his youngest daughter. Soon, his youngest daughter became seriously ill again and had no money for treatment, so she died on the road.

The family of five was fine, but in a blink of an eye only Lao Wu was left. He followed his fellow villagers and fled to Sanwu City, where he made a living as a tracker at the first ferry, and stayed in the eaves and doorways of houses at night.

The old Taoist priest saw that he was pitiful and took him in to live in the mountains.

Who would have thought that the situation in the north has deteriorated to this point, and it is unclear when this huge kingdom will be able to settle down.

Spring passes and autumn comes.

When I wake up in the morning, I can see the fallen leaves blown by the mountain wind all over the courtyard. Before I know it, it has been a full year since I came into this world. Qin Sang wrapped her clothes tightly and walked towards Qingyang Hall, preparing to light a fire and boil medicine.

After lighting the fire and practicing boxing in the yard, I happened to meet Lao Wu.

The two nodded to each other, and Old Wu hunched his back and walked out silently.

Watching Old Wu's hunched back disappear outside the Taoist temple, Qin Sang shook his head.

He really didn't expect that Old Wu's seemingly old and frail body would be so strong. He had been working as a tracker for more than half a year without even mentioning returning to his hometown.

In the past six months, Lao Wu went out early and came back late. He went out to stretch every day without a day off. Sometimes Qin Sang got up late and couldn't see him all day long.

Seeing Lao Wu's appearance, Qin Sang felt ashamed secretly, so he worked harder and rarely slacked off.

Qin Sang had never seen Old Wu smile once, and since he was mute, when he greeted him, he just raised his hand in response, without any expression on his face.

I wonder if Old Wu has not yet recovered from the great changes. His heart is dead and he is not interested in anything. He feels like a zombie to Qin Sang.

Although they were in the same room, Qin Sang didn't feel much inconvenience and gradually got used to it.

In the past six months, he has never stopped practicing boxing, cultivating, and taking medicinal baths. After knowing the effect of medicinal baths, Qin Sang was very active. He followed the old Taoist priest up the mountain to collect medicine every time. He took dozens of hills around Huanghuang Mountain. All over.

The mountains on both sides of the Wuling River are steep and there are swarms of wild animals. They will inevitably encounter danger when they go deep into the mountains to collect medicine.

The most dangerous thing is encountering a pack of wild wolves.

It was at night. Qin Sang and Lao Dao were making a fire in the cave to cook. Unexpectedly, a group of more than a dozen wild wolves were attracted by the light of the fire. Qin Sang heard the howls of the wild wolves and it was too late to put out the campfire. He only had a stick in his hand. A piece of iron soldered by a mason.

A pack of wolves surrounded the entrance of the cave. The old Taoist priest's repellent powder made from the beast's excrement was unable to scare them away. He had to fight for his life if he wanted to survive.

Qin Sang held an iron drill in his hand and blocked the entrance of the cave alone. With one man at the gate, he used sticks instead of fists and performed "Fuhuhu Changquan".

He thought it would be a tough battle, but unexpectedly Qin Sang fought very easily. Since the hole was not big, up to three wolves could squeeze in at a time. Qin Sang was able to deal with three evil wolves at once with ease.

With an iron rod, Qin Sang beat the first wolf until his brains exploded. Then, with lightning-like movements, he killed several more wolves one after another, and the other wild wolves fled with their tails between their legs.

Later, without Qin Sang's request, the old Taoist priest would drag Qin Sang along with him every time he collected herbs.

After this actual battle, Qin Sang realized that his strength was really not weak anymore.

Later, in order to confirm his feelings, he met with Yang Zhen's disciples at the Wuwei Escort Villa. Although he pretended to be defeated every time, Qin Sang knew that he actually only used five points of his strength.

Their boxing skills were much stronger than the "Fuhu Long Fist". Their moves seemed to be extremely powerful, but in Qin Sang's eyes, they seemed very slow. If he was willing, he could easily find a flaw and counterattack.

With this martial arts, Qin Sang's thoughts inevitably come alive.

Nowadays, the rebellion in the north cannot be quelled for a long time. There are people in various counties raising flags to rebel, one after another, but the princes of the counties deal with it passively, leaving the officers and soldiers exhausted and unbearable.

In the middle of the year, the Holy Emperor issued an edict, telling all the people with lofty ideals to go to the north to join the army and quell the chaos. If they performed extraordinary feats, they would be granted the title of king and marquis just around the corner.

When the edict came, there was an uproar in Sanwu City. Many people with lofty ideals went north to King Qin. Three of Yang Zhen's disciples went together, hoping to make achievements.

Qin Sang was also a little moved, but what he valued was not glory and wealth.

The words that Taoist Master Jixin said were always remembered by Qin Sang. The immortal master could not abandon the seven emotions and six desires, but also wanted to enjoy the glory. If you get close to the princes and nobles, you may be able to contact the immortal master.

However, Qin Sang had never experienced a war after all, so he felt a little scared. The battlefield was ruthless. Wouldn't it be a big loss if he was accidentally killed by Liu Ya.

What's more, there are so many talented people in this world. Just how strong is my martial arts, and how does it compare to the martial arts masters who have internal strength? Can it really stand out?

Because of this, Qin Sang couldn't make a decision, and finally decided to stay in the Taoist temple and practice the "Netherworld Sutra" patiently, and then make plans after breaking through the first level.

Qin Sang practices day after day, and the qi in his body has grown from the size of a hair to now being able to gather into a small stream, flowing through the meridians, and is finally on the verge of a breakthrough.

This tank of medicine is new today. Qin Sang is about to achieve a breakthrough, and his demand for medicine has increased. The last tank only lasted five days.

In the evening, Qin Sang patiently finished her evening classes, waited until it was dark and quiet, closed the doors and windows tightly, crossed her legs on the bed, and recited the Jing Jing Sutra silently for more than ten times before calming down, sinking into concentration, and activating the exercises.

Five weeks passed in the blink of an eye, the energy was flowing in the meridians, and Qin Sang had a feeling that after the next week, he would be able to break through!

"The Netherworld Sutra" did not mention whether there were any other bottlenecks between the two realms. Qin Sang urged the exercises nervously. After a week, the energy returned to the Dantian.

Qin Sang suddenly groaned, and the energy boiled in his dantian. Severe pain started from his dantian and quickly spread to the meridians throughout his body, followed by severe tearing pain.

Fortunately, this kind of pain comes quickly and goes away quickly. After the severe pain, relief comes!

A deep joy appeared on Qin Sang's face. He suddenly thought of the inward vision mentioned in the Netherworld Sutra, and subconsciously looked at his Dantian. With a bang, he suddenly became enlightened. He finally really saw that gas.

The blue air current is entrenched in the Dantian, which is beautiful and intoxicating.

Qin Sang's heart moved, and those qi moved with Qin Sang's thoughts, entering the meridians, like rivers flowing, and began to circulate in the meridians. The speed was several times faster than before. It was quickly completed in a week, and the improvement was also More obvious than the first layer.

He continued to practice until the tenth week, when the pain in his memory did not appear. Qin Sang was greatly surprised and stopped temporarily.