Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

"What's wrong? Where's your money?" He Le made a record for Sun Zheng, registered it, and looked up at Han Yi.

Han Yi was speechless and wanted to ask if he could give him some time to pay half a month's tuition first and come back to make up the difference next time.

He Le saw his hesitation.

They were both newcomers, but one of them was so generous and generous that he didn't even blink and paid half a year's tuition in one go. Why did the other person start to drag his feet and rub when it was his turn?

He was about to say something.

"Let me do it." At this time, Zhong Han smiled and took the gold note from Han Yi's hand, then made up the difference and handed it to He Le.

"That's it."

He Le took the gold note, put away his contemptuous eyes, bowed his head as if nothing had happened, and registered for Han Yi.

"Okay, Xiao Wang, give them each a set of inner courtyard clothes." He instructed the man on the other side.

"Okay." The thin man quickly got up and searched in the corner.

Han Yi remained silent and looked at Sun Zheng beside him. He was still smiling, as if he hadn't seen anything.

He turned his head and looked at Zhong Han again.

The senior sister smiled gently, raised her finger, and made a hush gesture on her lips.

She rarely blinked playfully, but didn't say anything, but the meaning was already very clear.

She saw Han Yi fumbling around for a long time, and she had already figured it out. Then she saw him fumbling around, but there was still only that little money in his hand, and his expression was ugly, so she immediately knew what was going on.

She has been like her mother since she was a child, or in other words, under her mother's words and deeds, both mother and daughter are kind-hearted and believe that good people will be rewarded.

She couldn't bear to see others embarrassed, nor could she bear to see someone lose hope because of a little thing.

Everyone will encounter difficulties, especially in this place where tuition fees are paid. She had encountered it occasionally before, and every time she saw it, she would always lend money to help.

So, she took the initiative to help Han Yi collect some tuition fees and gave it to the disciples who collected the money.

She was not a person with a heart of a saint, but if she hadn't seen this kind of thing, it would have been fine. But it happened in front of her and it was within her ability, so it was okay to help.

Leaving the yard, Sun Zheng took the booklet and left early. It seemed that he couldn't wait to practice the Cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm.

When Sun Zheng walked away, Zhong Han gently left a message to Han Yi: "I'll lend it to you, and you can return it to me later."

Then she turned around and left lightly.

Han Yi looked at her beautiful figure with a calm face, but he felt a little recognition and goodwill towards this senior sister he had just met.

This was not a matter of money, but her personality.

Of course, the point is that he really couldn't take out the money now...

However, he kept this thought in his heart.

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Nine-Bend Courtyard, the residence of the inner courtyard disciples.

At night, the oil lamp in the house was bright, and as the light breeze with water vapor at night swayed slightly, the shadows projected on the wall also changed accordingly.

After Han Yi had dinner in the dining hall, he returned to his room and found the booklet he got from Zhong Han during the day. He couldn't help but sigh.

True Gong, the secret that can make people break through the master, was just in his hand.

From Pingzhou to Yunzhou, he went through countless hardships along the way.

The demonic disaster in Anyan City, the battle with the demons, the serious injuries on his body... After that, he met Fatty Zheng, Old Wang, and Tan Tai Xunzhen, and was chased and fled all the way to Yunzhou.

The shameful descent from the mountain in Yuanmiao Sect, the test, the test, and the passing... step by step, I don't know how many things he went through before he got the booklet in his hand.

Although it was only the first entry level of True Gong, he also had a real goal and hope.

He thought a lot, and thought of his many relatives and friends before, Bai Sanren, Qianxue, Li Feng, Huang Ze... many, many...

But these people may have just lost contact, or they may have been in the demonic disaster...

He didn't dare to think too much. In this world where communication is not well developed, in fact, he no longer has hope of meeting these people again in this life.

Thinking of this, a tear oozed from the corner of his eye, but it disappeared quickly.

He can't be weak, nor can he retreat.

Yunzhou is stable and peaceful, with top forces. Yuanmiao Sect suppresses everything. There are no demons, no monsters, and no chaos.

He still wants to learn something. If possible, he wants to return to Anyan City again, not for anything else, just for revenge, just to save the place where he grew up.

He must work hard to become stronger.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, sat quietly for a while, and slowly opened his eyes. The weakness in his eyes disappeared, and only a firmness remained.

He slowly flipped through the book in his hand.

The Cold Yin Nine-bend Palm is known for its soft and gentle strength, which is continuous and continuous. When practiced to perfection, the palm can be fast or slow. When slow, it is elegant and graceful, and when fast, it is as fast as lightning. It can defend against the enemy without any gaps. When attacking the enemy, the mind changes, and it is as smooth and unimpeded as the river water, hitting the weakness directly.

At the beginning of the booklet, hundreds of words were written in a fluent manner. The power, characteristics, and various benefits of this skill give people a feeling that there is no martial arts in the world that can surpass it.

Han Yi quickly skipped this somewhat boastful introduction and looked at the main text.

"Hold your hands tightly, close your eyes and say "Ming". Put your tongue against the upper palate, and focus on tuning..."

The first level of Hanyin Nine-Bend Palm is just the entry level, so the booklet clearly explains how to turn qi and blood into energy and how to increase energy.

Transforming qi and blood into energy is an essential step for a warrior to become a martial artist. At this level, the original blood will be differentiated into turbid blood with special effects of strength, and then become stronger through practice.

Different martial arts will have different special effects.

The same is true for the Cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm. According to what is said in the brochure, although different people have different constitutions and the cold Yin energy they cultivate is different, generally speaking, they are biased towards Yin, so Yin resources are needed as a guide. Like the Qionghua fish provided by Jiuquyuan.

"The first level...the environment is preferably near a water source, or a cold and humid place...stimulate qi and blood, qi and blood are food, and the human body is the furnace. Take it internally or externally, and combine it with digestion and absorption. The strength spreads throughout the blood and qi endings, and when it spreads throughout the body and covers the body surface, it will be a great achievement..."

This Cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm is indeed a real skill. It is only the first level, and the power gained from the cultivation is extremely solid, integrated, and covering the vital points of the whole body.

"Sure enough, as Senior Brother Zongwu said, the real skills are progressing up and down, and the strength is strong and powerful, just like one body. It cannot be compared with the loose strength of martial arts..." Although I haven't really started yet, but Just relying on the purpose of this martial arts, Han Yi has already seen the real gap between real skills and those ordinary martial arts.

Although the Qian Yang Kung Fu he is learning now has several properties such as rejuvenation and breaking evil spirits, when it is practiced to a great extent, it can penetrate the body and cover the arms, chest, heart, and back. There are many vital points such as the heart, and there is absolutely no spare time to take care of them all.

This is where the gap lies.

When warriors fight, if the vital parts are not protected and cannot withstand the opponent's attacks, then no matter how strong your attack power is, it will be of no use if the vital parts cannot be defended.

After all, the structure of the human body is delicate and fragile. If you hit the vital point, no matter how hard, strong or strong the force is in other places, it will be useless.

A direct fatal blow from the opponent would be enough.

True Kung Fu is different. Although the first level does not mention any powerful tricks or secret techniques, the practice of taking a beating first and protecting one's own vital points will undoubtedly greatly increase the error tolerance rate.

"It's just that if you want to master the first level, this introduction is a bit troublesome..."

Han Yi looked at the contents of the booklet and frowned.

The first level of Hanyin Jiuquzhang is the entry level. If you don't get started, you won't be able to embody it on the panel. Only with preliminary mastery and physical familiarity can you deduce and make breakthroughs on the panel.

But if he wanted to enter the first level, the training environment was not bad, he could just go to the lake to practice.

However, the introduction, that is, the negative resource, Qionghua fish, is a troublesome problem. This thing is not cheap.

Simply relying on the tuition fees paid and the pitiful fixed monthly share, if you want to get started, you can't finish it in one year.

If you want to speed up the progress, you can only spend money to buy it.

"Money...it seems like we really need to think of a way..." Han Yi sighed.

Not only to buy extra Qionghua fish, but also to pay for the next month's tuition, he had to find a way to go out and earn some extra money.

"You can ask Huang Rong... She is a local and knows the connections better than me. It just so happens that I can stop by the library tomorrow..." Han Yi thought for a moment and quickly made arrangements for tomorrow. itinerary.

He is not ready to practice Hanyin Nine Curves Palm yet.

One is because there is a lack of introduction and no resources.

The second is what senior sister Zhong Han told him during the day: to practice Hanyin Nine-Bend Palm, he still needs to spread his energy.

According to Zhong Han, the human body's innate blood is limited, and most people can differentiate it up to three times. Therefore, true skills generally need to be strengthened three times before they are considered perfect.

Han Yi has already occupied two quotas for the differentiation of Yuan Blood. He must first disperse his kung fu, remove the martial arts marks, and restore his Yuan Blood to facilitate the practice of real kung fu.

In other words, even if Han Yi practices Han Yin Nine Curves Palm, he will be unable to make any further progress until he reaches the fourth level due to the limitation of Qi and blood.

This is the disadvantage of concurrent studies.

"Let's go take a look at the library in the village first..." He sighed. Successfully entering the inner courtyard was only the first step. The remaining things were one after another, which was a headache.

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The next morning.

The faint sunlight penetrates the clouds and casts on the streets and alleys of Jingtianzhuang.

Jingtianzhuang, in front of a certain attic.

"This is the library?"

Han Yi stood on the side of the road in Huahu Courtyard, looking at the tall pavilion in front of him, feeling a little speechless.

The gray-green eaves are high and the main body is a large red wooden structure. On both sides of the door, there are several huge pillars as supports.

This attic has three floors up and down. The first floor is square, with a length and width of tens of meters each. The area decreases with each floor going up.

Let’s not talk about the content of the books inside. Judging from the area alone, it is indeed consistent with the largest collection of books among all sects in Yunzhou, except Yuanmiao Sect.

However, this appearance is a bit unbearable to look at.

The situation from the front looks better, but when you go around to the side and back, you can see that the window paper of some rooms in the attic has been gnawed by insects and damaged, and some windows are even gone, leaving only dark holes. . Through the hole, you can see dust dancing in the sunlight.

The most speechless thing is that, except for being slightly larger, this attic looks ordinary, but there are a few big words written on the plaque: Golden House.

The three characters were painted with gold paint, which looked extremely ostentatious.

There is a golden house in the book? Is this the meaning?

Han Yi shook his head, and the name of the library was more catchy.

"Why does this place always feel a little unreliable... Forget it, let's go in and take a look first, since we are here..." He comforted himself.

"I haven't seen such a diligent disciple for a long time, are you new here?" At this time, a little old man walked over from the library with his hands behind his back.

He was wearing a loose black robe, his hair was gray, and he had a pipe in his mouth, but he didn't light the cigarette, just pretending to take a few puffs.

Even so, Han Yi could smell the strong smell of cigarettes on him from a distance of several meters.

"Hello, senior." Han Yi saluted with his fists.

Although this person looked like an old man who got up early to take a walk, he didn't dare to neglect the old man and the old lady.

What if you encounter a sweeping monk who hides his strength, strolls around the door every day, waiting to show off in front of people, and then offend him, wouldn’t you miss a great opportunity?

“Don’t call me senior, I’m just a gatekeeper.” The old man pursed his lips.

“Senior, you are too modest.” Han Yi’s attitude became more respectful.

Aren’t all the masters in the story like this, doing the lowest level, but unknown. Moreover, being able to guard the door in such a core area of ​​the library itself shows a certain problem.

Even if he is an ordinary person, maybe there are powerful masters among his descendants, so he can be arranged here.

"Forget it, it's up to you." The old man smacked his cigarette holder a few times and shook his head, "You are not a genius, nor have you had any adventures, and I am not a peerless master. Okay, read less novels and novels.

I just saw that you were wearing the clothes of Jiuquyuan, and wanted to find you to ask the head of your Jiuquyuan a word. The repair fee for the library that was set last month and the month before last should be paid. It has been delayed for so long. Among the seven courtyards of Jingtian, your Jiuquyuan is the most procrastinating..."

So he came to ask for money...

Han Yi had a dark face, turned a deaf ear, pretended not to hear anything, and walked straight to the door.

"The first floor is free, don't go up, there are fees for the upper floors, and you don't look like a rich man..."

The old man was still chattering behind him, and his voice was faintly heard.

However, Han Yi really couldn't refute it.

After all, the old man was right, he really had no money on him...