Cultivation Teacher's Life Record

This is Zhang Weidong's first time to Hong Kong. Sitting in the extended version of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, looking out the window at this modern city, one of the largest and busiest international metropolises in the world, the first impression of Hong Kong on Zhang Weidong was not her.

The prosperity, but its orderly traffic conditions.

In Zhang Weidong's imagination, in such a prosperous city with so many people and vehicles, there would be serious traffic jams. However, sitting in the car, Zhang Weidong could hardly feel the car stopping, and it drove so smoothly all the way.

The Rolls-Royce drove steadily all the way, and finally drove to the middle of the mountain, and then drove in from a path shaded by green trees. What was revealed in front of Zhang Weidong was a hotel with an incomparable sea view and at least twenty rooms on the upper and lower floors.

Super mansion.

When the car arrived, although Wang Jianhua was extremely weak, his family still pushed the wheelchair out to welcome Zhang Weidong and Liu Guangpeng.

Although the climate in Hong Kong is warm, it is late winter after all, and it is also night, and the sea breeze is a bit cold. Zhang Weidong is a soft-hearted person. When he saw Wang Jianhua's wrinkled face and white hair, he

Under the night light and cold wind, I stood up tremblingly to shake hands with him. I couldn't help but feel a little pity, and sighed secretly. Before Wang Jianhua could stand up, he already stepped forward to hold his hand.

"I regret that I didn't listen to Master Zhang's words!" Wang Jianhua held Zhang Weidong's hand and sighed with regret on his face.

"Mr. Wang, Ye Leng, let's talk after we go in." Zhang Weidong gently patted the back of Wang Jianhua's hand and said.

"Yes, let's talk after we go in." Liu Guangpeng was also shocked by Wang Jianhua's old age, and he couldn't help feeling a little sentimental in his heart, so he hurriedly advised him.

"Guangpeng, it was my fault last time!" Wang Jianhua saw Liu Guangpeng escorting Zhang Weidong here in person, and he couldn't help but feel guilty when he remembered that he left the Nanjiang Club that day.

"Dad, we should listen to Uncle Peng and Master Zhang, and let's go in first and talk later." Wang Zhicheng, as a son, was naturally more careful about his father's health. He hurriedly advised him, and then pushed the wheelchair inside.

Passing through the huge garden courtyard, Zhang Weidong and Liu Guangpeng, accompanied by members of the Wang family, entered the living room on the first floor.

After entering the living room, the guests and hosts were seated, and the Wang family members said some polite and grateful words. As for tea and other things, naturally the servants had already brought them.

Zhang Weidong is not a person who likes to procrastinate. After a few pleasantries, he stood up and said: "Let me take Mr. Wang's pulse first!"

"Thank you, Master Zhang." Wang Jianhua thanked him, his arms were already trembling and he slowly stretched out his arms, but it was already a little difficult to even reach out.

Zhang Weidong smiled faintly, and then put his hand on Wang Jianhua's wrist. An undetectable wisp of true energy had already quietly followed his meridians and penetrated into his body when he put it on Wang Jianhua's wrist.

Hey! When the true energy traveled throughout Wang Jianhua's body and entered his Dantian, Zhang Weidong couldn't help but raise his brows slightly, with a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

It goes without saying that Wang Jianhua's body was extremely weak, but his Dantian was also empty, which made Zhang Weidong a little surprised. At that time, he used Liu Guangpeng's words to tell Wang Jianhua, telling him not to take pills or practice martial arts. That's it.

Faintly aware that the vitality in Wang Jianhua's body is gradually disappearing, but the vitality in the Dantian is extremely strong. Real monks absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body to nourish the blood and bone meridians of the whole body and fill the Dantian to achieve physical strength and longevity.

The purpose, but what Wang Jianhua felt to Zhang Weidong at the time was to absorb his own vitality energy to replenish his Dantian. This method of cultivation, in a short period of time, because the Dantian is constantly being filled, and his own vitality energy is still surplus, which means longevity

In some cases, it makes the cultivator feel powerful and light. However, this cultivation method does not absorb the energy of heaven and earth, but only continuously devours one's own vital energy to fill the Dantian. When one's own vital energy is absorbed,

At that time, no matter how full the energy in your Dantian was, there was only one way to die. That's why Zhang Weidong said at that time that Wang Jianhua's cultivation method was to drink poison to quench thirst. It seemed that he was successful in cultivation and his body was light and healthy. In fact, it was nothing more than just drinking poison to quench thirst.

It's just an advance of his own vitality. But now, Wang Jianhua's body is not only weak, but even his Dantian is empty. How can this not surprise Zhang Weidong?

Practicing this kind of evil skill, Wang Jianhua's vitality is gradually declining. This is what Zhang Weidong had expected, but where has the true energy he accumulated in his dantian these days gone?

No wonder Wang Jianhua suddenly fell ill, but it turned out that the zhenqi in his Dantian suddenly disappeared! Although Zhang Weidong didn't know where the zhenqi in Wang Jianhua's Dantian went for a moment, he figured out why he suddenly fell ill, because originally according to his

He speculated that even if Wang Jianhua continued to practice, he would have no problem surviving for a few more years, so he didn't really take it to heart at that time and only told Wang Jianhua to stop practicing and he should be able to recover slowly.

When Zhang Weidong helped Wang Jianhua take his pulse, everyone's attention was naturally on him. Even Wang Zhicheng, who had always disbelieved in the power of ghosts and ghosts, was the same. So when they saw Zhang Weidong's brows slightly raised, they couldn't help but feel a little thump in their hearts. They waited for Zhang Weidong to say

He let go and asked impatiently: "Master Zhang, how is my dad doing?"

"It's a little strange. Logically speaking, your dad shouldn't have gotten sick so quickly. By the way, Mr. Wang, have you been in contact with anyone special recently? Or have you made any changes in your cultivation?" Zhang Weidong looked at him with confusion.

asked Wang Jianhua.

"No, I have been living the same life as before recently, and I have been practicing according to the exercises taught by Xu Da..." After hearing this, Wang Jianhua lowered his head and thought for a while, then replied.

Zhang Weidong touched his chin when he heard this, but he still couldn't figure it out. However, when he saw what Wang Jianhua mentioned about Master Xu, he simply asked: "Where is that Master Xu now?"

"Alas! Let's not mention him. I'm sending people everywhere to look for him, but he doesn't know how to run away..." Wang Jianhua couldn't help but show a trace of embarrassment, regret and a trace of annoyance on his face after hearing this.

"Run? Who said I ran away! Humph!" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded outside the door, and then he saw an old man with a white beard wearing a Tang suit, who looked particularly immortal, carrying a

He followed a man and walked in from the door, then swept his eyes across the hall like a sword, suddenly raised his hand and threw the two people he was carrying out.

"Bang! Bang!" Two sounds, and the two people were thrown heavily to Wang Jianhua's feet. They were the two big brother-level figures who had been roared and scolded by Wang Zhizhe this morning.

Zhang Weidong raised his brows slightly, and then looked at the old man with white beard who suddenly appeared in front of him with interest. At this time, Zhang Weidong certainly knew that the old man in front of him was Master Xu.

At such an age, Master Xu can easily carry two living people and throw them away. He obviously has some real abilities. However, his real ability in the eyes of ordinary people is nothing more than the fourth level of Qi training in Zhang Weidong's eyes.

Compared with him, a master at the Golden Core stage, he is no different from an ordinary person. If he hadn't been curious, he would dare to throw living people in front of him, looking unscrupulous and arrogant. Zhang Weidong would have long ago

Then he grabbed him with one hand and let him taste the feeling of being a trapeze artist.

Not to mention that Zhang Weidong was watching the changes with interest, but when the Wang family members saw Master Xu's sudden appearance, they were startled for a while, and then they all stood up in a panic. Even Wang Jianhua, who was already senile and looked like one of his legs had already stepped into the coffin.

It was no exception, as if he suddenly became a young man again.

"Master Xu!" Wang Jianhua and others exclaimed.

"Master Xu? Do you still know how to call me Master Xu? What's going on? As soon as I returned to my house, these people rushed to catch me like a bad guy!" Master Xu was obviously very angry.

Yan asked with a cold expression, pointing at the two people who were struggling to get up from the ground.

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!" Obviously Master Xu just threw two big living people out easily, which was quite scary, and it also re-established his image of a tall man in the hearts of the Wang family. The Wang family heard that

Yan hurriedly smiled and said, even Wang Zhicheng, who has never believed in evil, was no exception. Only now did he realize that Master Xu really has real abilities.

Two big men weighing at least 1,670 kilograms. How much effort would it take for him, the eldest son of the Wang family, to carry them? Not to mention an old man with a white beard and white hair. If he is not an expert, what is an expert?

?

What Master Xu did just now was originally intended to scare everyone. Now that he saw that it had an effect, his face softened a little, and then his eyes shifted to Wang Jianhua, as if he had just seen his old, frail and white complexion.

His beard twitched, his brows furrowed, and he asked in surprise: "Jianhua, how did you become like this?"

Wang Jianhua had already been impressed by Master Xu again. Hearing this, he couldn't help but tremble. He bent his knees and knelt down towards Master Xu. His eyes were full of tears and he said: "Master, I don't even know that this disciple has been here two days ago."

I woke up like this. I looked for you but couldn't find you, so I was confused for a moment. Please don't be offended, Master, and save this disciple."

Master Xu once took Wang Jianhua as his registered disciple, so at this time Wang Jianhua was also called Master Xu.

Liu Guangpeng saw that he had invited Zhang Weidong over with good intentions. As soon as Master Xu appeared, Wang Jianhua immediately asked him for help and put Zhang Weidong aside. A trace of irritation flashed in his eyes. Fortunately, Zhang Weidong looked calm and even showed

He showed a hint of interest, and then he felt a little at ease.

"For the sake of our fate as master and disciple, please stand up and speak, and let me help you take a look." Master Xu really has the demeanor of a Taoist master. When he saw Wang Jianhua burst into tears, he finally looked up to the sky and sighed.

He took a breath and then helped him up.

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