Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

Chapter 200: Seven Stars Practicing True Qigong

Chapter 200 Seven Stars Practicing True Qigong

The night is foggy.

After nightfall, the bustle of Changsha City during the day suddenly faded away, and there were few people on the streets and alleys.

However, places such as wine shops, opium dens, gambling stalls and brothels are still brightly lit.

　　running down the long street.

From time to time, you can still hear the indulgent laughter coming from the building.

But no one cared.

Kunlun, Huamaguai and Zhang Yunqiao rode horses, while Old Uncle Jiu rode in a car. He was old and had drank a few more drinks out of joy at the reception banquet, and now he was too drunk.

Lean against the car window.

Hold a jade snuff bottle as thin as a cicada's wings.

“Follow me.”

This meeting.

Although Old Uncle Jiu drank too much, his mind was extremely clear.

“Chengnan Archway…”

Huamaguai is not easy to say.

Tall buildings disappeared and began to be replaced by clusters of low-rise residential buildings.

Huama stood up and was about to dismount, but was stopped by Old Uncle Jiu, "Let's go together. That old man has a very strange personality. You are a stranger, so you may not be able to enter the yard."

Kunlun and Huamaguai followed closely behind, while Zhang Yunqiao was carrying several specially prepared gifts in his hands.

Throughout the day, Euphorbia never leaves her body, even when eating, she has to keep it by her side to ensure that it never leaves her sight.

Uncle Jiu waved his sleeves and put away the snuff bottle.

“Article 3, the last household.”

Although I was amazed at his enlightenment and eloquence.

It is not appropriate to show such a murderous weapon to others.

Then he walked slowly towards the alley.

The most prosperous city in Changsha is the east. The government office has been located there since the previous dynasty. With businessmen traveling from north to south, wine shops and red buildings can be seen everywhere. The west and north of the city are the second most prosperous, and the south is the most desolate.

Leaving the driver behind to watch outside, a group of four people walked into the alley. The night was getting darker. Although there was no curfew, the poor people were reluctant to light the lights, so the dark alley seemed a bit cold.

“Old Uncle Ninth, which alley do you think it is?”

“Knock on the door.”

After passing the Thirteenth Alley.

Just carefully helping people get out of the car.

Every time I see him say this.

Huamaguai let out a soft sigh, raised her head and looked forward.

So Kunlun specially wrapped it heavily with black cloth.

“Then I’ll knock on the door first.”

There is a lively atmosphere in the market.

It's not good to be empty-handed when visiting someone's home.

From time to time, you can hear the sound of children chasing and playing in the night.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the window sill and hummed in a low voice like a flower drum opera.

A lot of inconvenience.

On the other side, Kunlun had already dismounted, his face full of anticipation.

But his character is still as stubborn as ever.

Looking at the scenery passing by outside the window.

After the archway, there are alleys.

“Okay, I’ll listen to you, Uncle Jiu.”

Seeing that he was carrying a big halberd behind him, Old Uncle Jiu hesitated to speak, but in the end he waved his hand and let him go.

　　I know very well where Old Shen lives.

I don’t know how long it will take.

A tall archway stands on the street amidst the shadows of the trees. It looks like it has been there for some time, with mottled marks all over the place, and the base is covered with moss.

Just traveling outside.

The originally smooth road was now a lot bumpier.

The opera that made Uncle Jiu hum in his mouth had a bit more vibrato.

Walked through several yards.

Wait until we reached the end of the alley.

Laojiu Uncle opened his mouth angrily towards a wooden door facing the south.

Huamaguai immediately stepped forward, grabbed the copper buckle and patted it a few times.

“Who?”

Soon, an old but cautious voice came from the courtyard.

“Brother Shen, it’s me.”

Laojiu Uncle coughed.

Hearing the familiar voice, the people in the courtyard lowered their guard, as if for some reason, and then there was a sound of footsteps approaching from far away.

Crunch—

The closed courtyard door slowly opened.

From it walked out an old man who was not tall, had gray hair, and was wearing a gray robe. He looked to be in his sixties.

Although he has been secular for many years.

But still maintains the image of a Taoist.

Her long hair was simply **** with a wooden hairpin, and she was wearing a starched gray robe that was clearly in the style of a Taoist robe.

Although he is older, his temperament is thin and hale and hearty.

The moment he opened the door, his eyes swept across the people outside like knives.

Kunlun, Zhang Yunqiao and Huamaguai were all martial arts practitioners.

Kunlun is okay.

But the last two people felt like they were being targeted by ferocious beasts in the mountains.

Fortunately, the sense of danger came and went faster. After scanning a few people, the old man's eyes fell on Old Uncle Ninth and said in a loud voice.

“Shopkeeper Ninth, why are you here so late?”

"You old Shen, you can't just come to the door to ask for a drink of water, right?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head and smiled, making a joke that was neither serious nor serious.

However, he immediately straightened his expression and said, "Of course, I go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything. I came here today to discuss a major matter with you, Mr. Shen."

Be keenly aware of the word "big things".

Old Shen’s eyes couldn’t help but darken.

The Ninth Shopkeeper across from him is actually the big shopkeeper of Qianjinlou. He has a lot of money, and his friends are either high-ranking officials or noble people. However, he has no money and only a small family.

This piece of tile-covered land behind you.

It was given to me by an old friend back then.

Let Shopkeeper Nine visit the door several times.

He only has the ability to stand on his own feet.

But the thought just flashed through my mind. Even if I came here to get the secret knowledge, I would do it willingly.

after all…

If it weren't for the Nine Shopkeepers in front of me, my grandson would be gone.

His Shen family lineage has been cut off since then.

“Nine shopkeepers and everyone else, please.”

Old Shen took a few steps back and invited the group of people into the hospital.

The yard is not big.

But it was kept spotless.

A small vegetable plot was specially opened to the east, where a few ridges of green vegetables were planted, enough for the grandfather and grandson to eat.

There is a willow tree growing in the middle, and there is an ancient well under the tree. A simple circle is made around it.

It happens to be bounded by the ancient well.

The ground on the west side has obviously been leveled, and there are wooden piles, stone chairs and tables, which are probably used by Old Shen to practice martial arts.

Leading a few people all the way to the main room.

There was a little guy of six or seven years old sitting on the horse at the door.

Slightly thinner, with a sickly pale complexion.

Looks like your body and bones are not in good condition.

“Huzi, it’s time to go to sleep.”

When passing by him, Old Shen stretched out his hand and touched his head, saying with a gentle expression.

The little guy is a little shy.

Hide behind him and poke your head, he looks at the person coming in surprise, nods obediently, picks up the small wooden knife on the ground beside him, crosses the threshold and walks in.

“Looks like he’s recovering well.”

Uncle Jiu looked at his back with a smile and said.

Some time ago, when he first came to visit, the little guy was so sick that he could hardly get out of bed. It is extremely rare to be like this now.

“It’s all thanks to Shopkeeper Ninth who came to the rescue.”

Old Shen sighed and said with emotion.

In the past few months, he has finally understood the meaning of human heart.

Those who look kind and amiable are actually just waiting to laugh behind their backs. On the contrary, it is businessmen like Shopkeeper Jiu who are quick to talk and act kindly.

So he also figured it out.

Instead of hiding it, it is better to send it out.

From now on, I will be in a coffin.

It does not mean that the inheritance has been cut off.

"You're welcome."

Entered the house.

Old Shen lit an old oil lamp.

Unable to wait for the fire as big as a bean sprout to light up, he went to boil water for tea, but was stopped by Old Uncle Jiu.

“Okay, stop working.”

“We can’t stay long.”

Uncle Jiu waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down and take a rest. Then he went straight to the topic without mincing words.

“Old Shen, you should have guessed the purpose of our visit today.”

Hear this.

Old Shen couldn't help but tremble slightly. He licked his lips a few times, and finally nodded silently.

“In this case, today I, Yuan Laojiu, decide how much money I need to exchange for it. Just ask.”

For the purpose of treating illness.

Old Shen has spent all his little savings, and now he is truly impoverished. He will have grandchildren to support in the future. He is too old to go out and work as an escort.

only.

Lao Shen shook his head and said.

“No, no, no.”

"Nine shopkeepers have already paid before, so how can they ask for more money?"

“The rules of the world are that money and goods must be taken care of. Old Shen, please don’t be stubborn with me about this matter.”

Lao Jiu Shu was even more determined than him.

The Chen family has always paid attention to integrity when doing business.

　　　Not to the point of bullying the orphans and widows.

Besides, he can still afford this amount of money.

Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat deadlocked, Huamaguai immediately smiled and smoothed things over.

A few simple sentences.

　　It brought the atmosphere back.

At the same time, the conversation changed.

“Senior Shen, I heard that you once became a monk in Qingcheng Mountain... I have a question, I don’t know whether to ask it or not.”

Old Shen is just stubborn, not stupid.

Of course he understood that Shopkeeper Ninth simply wanted to provide help in times of need, and did not want to see his grandfather and grandson end up living on the streets.

But there have been life-saving graces before.

How can he be greedy?

Hearing what Huamaguai said, Old Shen calmed down and said, "Of course, as long as I know, I will tell you everything."

“Logically speaking, Qingcheng Mountain shouldn’t be for Taoism. Why is Senior Shen so good at practicing kung fu?”

As soon as he said these words.

Kunlun and Zhang Yunqiao on the side both raised their heads, they were equally curious about this.

Especially when I have seen the shopkeeper break through the realm and enter the Tao.

This surprise is undoubtedly greater.

It should be noted that Qingcheng Mountain is the holy land of the Quanzhen Longmen Sect, one of the five Taoist immortal mountains, and one of the ten largest caves.

。

It’s hard to understand when you hear it.

Old Shen was still listening carefully at first, but when he heard the word "cultivation", he couldn't help but smile helplessly.

“It’s not that simple to practice Taoism. There are real people in the back mountains who can’t escape the world, but most of the people who join Taoism are ordinary people like me. They have poor foundation and can only follow the path of martial arts.”

"and…"

Old Shen hesitated for a moment, and finally said softly.

“I was originally a disciple of Mount Emei, but my disciple was in a state of decline, so I had no choice but to go to Mount Qingcheng to follow the path.”

“Emei?”

Hear this sentence.

Not only the three people from Kunlun, but also Old Uncle Ninth were astonished.

Old Shen has gradually retired in recent years, but more than ten years ago, no one who practiced martial arts in Changsha City knew his name.

Practice kung fu all over the body, without leaking anything.

It was rumored in the world that he was a Taoist priest on Qingcheng Mountain, and Old Shen never denied it, so it was logical for him to think so.

did not expect.

There is also such a past event.

“I dare to ask Senior Shen, what you have learned is the Qixing Heng Kung Fu?”

A few people were still amazed.

No one noticed that Zhang Yunqiao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly brightened his eyes and his expression was full of excitement.

“䱱…know?”

Old Shen raised his eyebrows, with surprise on his face.

In a group of people.

Except for Yuan Laojiu, he looked at everyone carefully when he opened the door.

However, most of the attention is on Kunlun.

That body and bones are definitely a perfect candidate for horizontal training.

Unexpectedly, the first person to recognize his origin was this humble young man.

Hear the hidden meaning in his words.

Zhang Yunqiao was even more excited. He stood up and clasped his fists tightly.

“To be honest, I have learned from Mr. Guo since I was a child. I have been practicing Pi Guaquan for many years. When I was thirteen, I became a disciple of my master and practiced the Five Tigers Breaking Gate Spear.”

“Mr. Guo? But that person who is known as Guo Yanzi in the world?”

Hear him describe his origins.

Old Shen’s old eyes gradually lit up.

"yes!"

Zhang Yunqiao nodded heavily.

“It turns out that we are old friends in Jianghu, no wonder…”

Old Shen finally understood.

In the land of Cangzhou, martial arts practice has been very popular since ancient times. There are many sects and martial arts halls all over the place. There are countless martial arts masters like crucian carp crossing the river.

Just boxing.

There are more than fifty species.

The most famous among them are Chen Style Tai Chi, Mengcun Baji, Pigua and Xingyi Tongji, etc.

As for Pigua, there are two branches: Yanshan and Nanpi.

The master of Nanpi Piguaquan is Guo Changsheng, known as Guo Yanzi in the world.

This person has practiced Pigua Quan to the level of perfection.

Although he was a monk in Mount Emei at that time, he had heard of Guo Yanzi's name, but he did not expect that the person in front of him would be his disciple.

“Since you are a disciple of Grandmaster Guo, why don’t you continue to practice Pigua instead…”

Old Shen was a little puzzled.

Although the words have not been finished, the meaning is self-evident.

The Pigua Fist is hesitant to open and close, ups and downs and twists. It is said to be a thousand punches, and it can't be finished in one move. It also follows a domineering and fierce horizontal training path.

Why do we have to sacrifice the near for the far now?

Come here to learn his Qixing Hengqigong?

Hearing this, Zhang Yunqiao suddenly felt ashamed. He was young and ignorant at the time, and felt that Pi Guaquan was just a few punches of hanging, blocking and moving, and was far less powerful and astonishing than the Five Tigers' Door-Breaking Spear.

So he quit resolutely.

I can’t help but feel sorry for Mr. Guo’s kindness in cultivating me.

Now the grass is falling in Changsheng Mountain.

How dare he act recklessly?

Seeing that his face was red and he was hesitant to speak, old Shen Tou couldn't understand what he was doing. He immediately waved his hand and said, "I wonder which of you wants to learn from my Qixing Heng Kung Fu in Mount Emei?"

Uncle Yuan Jiu is too old.

Depletion of Qi and blood.

It’s past the time for martial arts training.

Of the three young men in front of me, Huama Guaigan is the worst, followed by Zhang Yunqiao, and Kunlun is the best.

He actually had a decision in his mind.

But this matter cannot be decided by oneself after all.

“Senior Shen, it’s me.”

Kunlun took one step forward, intertwined his fingers, and shouted in a deep voice.

Just standing there.

Nearly two meters tall, with a body of majestic energy and blood, it condensed into a terrifying pressure and hit his face.

Even Old Man Shen couldn’t help but praise it sincerely.

“What a seedling with a golden body and iron bones.”

　　That day, the mountain gate was defeated, and all his brothers came down the mountain one after another. After so many years, he never met another one.

Originally, I wanted to pass on the Heng Lian Kung Fu to my grandson.

But he was born with deficiencies.

The body and bones are extremely weak.

If you forcefully stimulate the qi and blood, not only will it not improve the qi and strengthen the bones, but it will become a life-threatening poison.

So, he gave up this idea early.

Now I see that I am getting older day by day.

He was also very anxious.

I'm afraid that one day my foot will be kicked into the ground, causing Qixing Heng's practice to end the inheritance.

When the time comes to go to Jiuquan, I won’t be able to see the ancestors of the sect and the old master.

There are three people in the group, and the one he likes most is Kunlun.

　Now I get what I wanted.

The smile on his face could hardly stop.

“It seems that you are quite satisfied, Old Shen?”

See the situation.

Uncle Jiu stroked his long beard and asked with a smile.

“Satisfied, of course satisfied.”