Chapter 187 Ancient Qigong"kill!" Lan Caihe and Lu Biao received the order and rushed to Han Xiangzi and Zhou Xiaoai like a gust of wind. With a ferocious smile, they thrust their right hand like a dragon's claw into Zhou Xiaoai's chest, and their five steel-claw-like fingers tightly grasped the opponent's heart. "Lu Biao, you..." Zhou Xiaoai never thought that he would be ambushed by his own people. Just now he thought that Lu Biao wanted to attack Qiaoyin's mother. Since his brother wanted to kill someone, he didn't stop him. Who would have thought that his good brother 'Lu Biao' wanted to kill him! "Boom~~" The heart exploded, and the blood mist in the sky instantly turned into a ball of pure yin energy, which was completely sucked up by Teacher Bai who transformed back into his true form in the blink of an eye. On the city wall, Tieguai Li Zhuqi saw this scene and suddenly realized: "His brother, could it be that I felt something was wrong when I saw Lu Biao before, but it turned out to be fake! The young lady is really brave, she dared to pull teeth out of the tiger's mouth!" "That's just the beginning! My master is here. You evil ghosts must die tonight!"
Bai Ling killed Zhou Xiaoai with lightning speed, but did not continue to kill. Instead, she stayed by Qiaoyin's mother's side to prevent her from encountering any accidents. As for the remaining four ghosts Zhu Qi, Wang Erba, Fang Dali and Lu Feixiong? Brother Long even thinks there are not enough evil ghosts coming! There was no need for her to take any action at all. Of course, she couldn't beat Tieguai Li Zhuqi, so she could only fight with Wang Erba and Fang Dali. "Your master?" Zhu Qi subconsciously turned his head to look at Cheng Long. At the same time, Cheng Long, who had been suppressing his murderous intent for a long time, smiled coldly at him, and then suddenly grabbed a Miao Dao that was shining with red light, twisted his body and swept it across. The knife in his hand was like a flash of lightning that pierced the silent night sky, and a violent red knife aura burst out. As he swung the knife across, it seemed as if an unstoppable force was pushing the blade forward. The two ghosts, Fang Dali and Lu Feixiong, standing behind Cheng Long, were completely unprepared. Their bodies were as fragile as tofu and were cut in half by the strong energy on the spot. The next moment, the four sections of the ghost body turned into green smoke and disappeared completely. "伱......" Zhu Qi's eyes were bloodshot. In just a short moment, he witnessed his three brothers being killed. He was furious and wary of Cheng Long. Now, only Zhou Xiaoai and Lu Feixiong were killed instantly. He wouldn't care. They were just two evil spirits and he could kill them easily. But Fang Dali was different. The ghost demons second only to the Ghost King all have means to save their lives. In the movie, Lu Dongbin and Fang Dali, two of the Eight Ghost Immortals, once used the technique of turning beans into soldiers on Yuan Detai. Even though Fang Dali's ability to cast beans into soldiers only turned into a group of little ghosts, they were not very powerful. But that was simply because Fang Dali had practiced for too short a time and was unable to unleash the true power of this magical power. If Zhu Qi wanted to kill this brother, he would have to put in a lot of effort. This scene not only scared Zhu Qi, but also frightened Wang Erba. Seeing the majestic Eight Ghost Immortals were killed in the blink of an eye, only Zhu Qi and Wang Erba were left. "Lu Biao" also transformed into a beautiful female ghost in white clothes. Even if Qiao Yin and Er Wu were stupid, they could see the problem.
"Master Cheng, you could have saved my father, why did you kill him?" Qiao Yin couldn't help but ask the question, while Erwu glared at them. If Master Cheng couldn't answer, then they would repay kindness with enmity. "Because Ghost Eight Immortals is your father's calamity, if I kill him, I will be helping him! Forget it... you can believe it or not..." Seeing that Qiao Yin and Er Wu's eyes were full of doubt, Cheng Long was too lazy to explain. He lightly tapped his toes and turned into a phantom and disappeared on the spot. The next moment. He then came to Wang Erba, Cao Guo's uncle. "W-what do you want to do?" Wang Erba was obviously a ghost, and a very powerful one at that. However, when he saw the murderer who had killed Fang Dali and Lu Feixiong with a single knife appear in front of him, he was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly, cold sweat breaking out on his back. "I'll kill you!" laugh! The magic knife swept across Wang Erba's ghost body from bottom to top, and Wang Erba's half-hidden body was suddenly split into two. The upper half that lost its connection immediately slid down from above, and the neat blade edge on the lower body was like a smooth mirror placed at a 45-degree angle. But the mirror was covered in blood, and the internal organs were clearly visible and still wriggling. But these are just fleeting images. The moment Wang Erba was killed, his remaining energy and spirit was completely absorbed by Cheng Long. Seeing this, Tieguai Li Zhuqi no longer had any idea of massacring the city, killing people until the blood flowed like a river, and turning the area into a ghost den. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind. escape! Run as far as you can, stay away from trouble and from Cheng Long, the evil star. His brother, if they had known that this guy was so cruel, how could they have thought of avenging their younger sister Yu Can? Isn't this just seeking death? The ghost demon could be solved with one sword, so Zhu Qi had no intention of fighting any longer. He didn't think that as a rookie ghost king who had been dead for only three days, he was qualified to fight the other party head-on. The Miao Dao that emitted an enchanting red glow seemed to be the nemesis of these evil spirits. Anyone hit by it would be scared to death. It makes no sense! "Want to run?" "Where can you, a cripple, run to?" Seeing Zhu Qi riding the Yin Feng and turning around to escape, Cheng Long chased after him without thinking. How could Zhu Qi's ability to control the dark wind compare to his? But in a flash, Cheng Long passed Zhu Qi and blocked the way. "Step aside!" "Don't force me to fight to the death..." Zhu Qi's face was ferocious, his whole body was glowing green, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. "What you said sounds familiar. By the way, the ghost king Nine-tailed Fox, who dominates the Yunlang Mountains and enjoys snatching brides, once said that he would fight to the death with me..." Cheng Long said with interest. "What's the result?" Zhu Qi asked subconsciously.
"I'm still alive, what do you think the outcome is?" Say it! Cheng Long soared into the air, a surge of demonic energy emanated from his body, and his whole body was filled with raging demonic flames. He was like a great demon god, and he slashed at Zhu Qi's thick neck with his sword. sizzle... The evil spirit and ghostly aura lingering on Zhu Qi's body were instantly dissipated when they came into contact with Cheng Long's demonic energy. Then the whole person was like being stuck in a quagmire, wrapped in the demonic energy and unable to move. next second. A huge head rose into the sky. “Mmm~ So cool!” A powerful warm current surged into his body, making Cheng Longqing feel comfortable. The energy provided by Zhu Qi is equal to the sum of the other five, or even more. Judging from past experience, Zhu Qi provided at least one hundred and thirty to forty people, while Fang Dali, Wang Erba and the other five evil ghosts provided less, equivalent to a nine-tailed fox, that is, one hundred and twenty to thirty evil people. The total amount of essence harvested tonight is two hundred and sixty to two hundred and seventy people's worth! To be honest, not much. Before Cheng Long traveled through time, he had destroyed many gangs in the gambling city of Las Vegas. What he wanted to do most now was actually to go to the City of the Dead occupied by the Black Mountain Old Demon. If all the evil ghosts in the City of the Dead deserved to die, it would be an unprecedented super feast. By then, not to mention cultivating to the middle stage of the Golden Core, it is not impossible to cultivate to the late stage of the Golden Core, the great perfection of the Golden Core, or even the higher level of the Nascent Soul Stage... "Teacher Bai, let's go!" Cheng Long returned to the execution ground and waved to Bai Ling who was standing beside Qiaoyin's mother. He had promised Yuan Detai that he would protect his wife, daughter and disciples from death. Now that he had fulfilled his promise, there was naturally no need for him to stay. What's more, Qiaoyin and Erwu are still resentful of him for killing Lao Yuan. But just as the master and servant were preparing to return to Yunlang Town overnight, a golden light suddenly flashed behind them, and a figure quietly appeared in front of everyone from the bottom up. This man was several feet tall, and his entire body was covered in dazzling golden armor, like a god of war that had walked out of a myth. His armor was carved with intricate cloud patterns and mysterious runes, and each piece of armor was shining brightly, as if it was made of pure gold. His face was cold and majestic, his eyes were as deep as stars, emitting sharp light, and his brows revealed an awe-inspiring and inviolable heroic spirit that made people afraid. His appearance suddenly changed the silent atmosphere of the execution ground... "Dad, is that you?" Qiao Yin said excitedly. "Hmm~~" Yuan Detai, who had already accepted the imperial decree and entered the Punishment Department, nodded with a smile, and then said: "Qiaoyin, Master Cheng just killed me to save me from disaster. You can't be so stubborn and mistake your benefactor for your enemy." "Dad, I know I was wrong."
Qiaoyin hurriedly bowed her head and admitted her mistake. It’s not that she doesn’t know how to repay a favor, but Cheng Long clearly has the ability to kill the Eight Ghost Immortals, but he hesitates to take action and has to wait until her father is forced to death before taking action. She can’t understand it. It was not until she saw her father shining with gold that she understood the reason. "My dear, what are you doing?" Qiaoyin's mother looked up at her husband, her eyes full of disbelief. "Thanks to Judge Zhong's appreciation, I am now a judge in the Punishment Department of the Underworld, and I need to go to the Underworld to enforce the law..." Yuan Detai was given a position as a god in the Underworld and a high-ranking figure in the Punishment Department. That's why he became so great after he took office and was granted the title. It is no exaggeration to say that he reached success overnight. Among the executioners, they were among those who were treated very well. "What should I do in the future?" Qiaoyin's mother has been with Lao Yuan for half her life. What she wants to do most now is to die and continue to follow her husband. "Encourage Qiaoyin and Erwu to get married, let them have more children, and then adopt one to my Yuan family to continue the family line." Yuan Detai saw that his wife was determined to die, so he gave her an important task. In ancient times, the inheritance of incense was no trivial matter. A daughter who is married off is like water spilled. If we don’t encourage the young people to have more children and adopt one to the Yuan family, the incense of his lineage will be cut off. "Master, your golden sword!" Erwu knelt on one knee and offered the golden knife. "You keep this knife. It's the dowry that your master leaves for Qiaoyin. You must treat Qiaoyin well in the future. If you mistreat her, she will obey you, but the knife will not." "Master, how dare I? Since the day I became your disciple, she has always been the one bullying me. How could I ever bully her?" Erwu smiled awkwardly. He didn't dare to bully Qiaoyin before, and he was even more afraid now. His father-in-law is the judge in the Punishment Department of the underworld, and he has a golden knife to supervise him. If he dares not to behave himself, he may lose his head at any time. "In the future, when your master is not around, you must learn to talk less and do more, practice your skills, and stop being a waste of time." "Yes, Master." Talk about family matters. Yuan Detai turned his head to look at Cheng Long and said with a smile: "Mr. Cheng, Judge Zhong asked me to hand this token over to you. If you encounter any problems that cannot be solved in the future, you can ask him to come forward." Whoosh! A palm-sized token with an ancient texture fell into Cheng Long's hands in a parabola shape from top to bottom. It feels cool to the touch, and there is a divine light flowing inside. "Thank you, bro." After Cheng Long received the Zhong Kui token, he bowed and thanked him. "Mr. Cheng, goodbye." "Walk slowly." The next morning.
Cheng Long lifted the icy cold quilt, walked to the window as usual, and started his morning exercise for the new day. Teacher Bai was lying on the bed, her flawless white body was much more solid than yesterday, and bathed in the morning light, she could hold on for twenty to thirty seconds longer. But when the time comes, you have to leave. She doesn't want to be torn to pieces. About a quarter of an hour later. After finishing his practice, Cheng Long returned to the bedside, picked up the soul-nourishing jade and put it into the storage compartment. Last night, Yuan Detai showed up to say goodbye to everyone. Qiaoyin and Erwu, knowing that they had made mistakes, both knelt down and begged for his forgiveness. He certainly had no intention of arguing with the younger generation. But later he refused the request to stay for the wedding. …… a few days later. Yunlang Town, Wumenju. "General!" Cheng Long pushed the two cars one after another to the nine-square grid on Yan Chixia's side, completely blocking the opponent's way. He would die anyway. "Gululu~~" Yan Chixia gulped down a big mouthful of Erguotou in frustration, and said helplessly, "I say, kid, can't you give in to me a little? Do you understand respecting the old and loving the young?" "I've given you a lot of moves. You're not good at chess, who can you blame?" Cheng Long rolled his eyes in annoyance. He returned to Yunlang Town three days ago and accompanied Mochou for a day's outing. On the second and third days, he stayed in Wumenju, discussing Taoism and techniques with Yan Chixia, and occasionally playing chess. Of course, only during daytime. "Hum~ Gurgle..." Yan Chixia took the opportunity to take another gulp of wine and said, "I'm leaving. The world has been in turmoil lately, with evil spirits everywhere. You're free anyway, so why don't you come with me for a walk?" "I've only been back for a few days, and I won't leave for the next ten days or half a month." It's not that Cheng Long doesn't want to go out to slay demons, but he promised Mochou that he would stay with her for half a month. "That's a pity. I was thinking of teaching you the sword-controlling technique on the way." "Can't I teach you now?" "No." Yan Chixia shook his head and said, "The sword-controlling technique is different from the breath-controlling technique. This is a method of cultivation, which is derived from the ancient Qi-training technique. However, whether practicing the sword-controlling technique or the original Qi-training technique, there is a prerequisite, that is, to have a "mind's eye" that can feel the existence and flow of "Qi", and then control it, and then use "Qi" to construct other shapes, such as weapons, organs, objects, etc. The higher the ability, the more similar the objects created are to the real objects, and the stronger the power..." "According to what you said, as long as you learn the art of Qi training, you can create any kind of weapon in the world?" Cheng Long frowned slightly and his expression became serious. Why does Yan Chixia's sword-wielding skills sound so similar to the settings in "The Legend of Wu Geng"! Zi Yu, the Qi-refining scholar in The Legend of Wu Geng and the younger brother of King Zhou, is so powerful that he can kill gods and even fight against the sky.
If he could learn Yan Chixia's Qigong technique, wouldn't that mean he could practice both magic and Qi? "That's right, but this ancient method of practicing Qi is too profound. I can only get a glimpse of the basics." Yan Chixia had thought about giving up weapons, focusing on practicing Qi, and using luck to construct weapons to kill demons and monsters. However, his talent was lacking and he could only practice by absorbing qi. It was extremely difficult to transform his luck into weapons or transform it into physical objects. "I want to try it, how about a box of Moutai?" Cheng Long decisively made an offer. "Two boxes." Yan Chixia held up two fingers in a mercenary manner. "One and a half boxes, plus a box of Erguotou." Cheng Long only brought two boxes of Moutai. He had opened the box and gave away one bottle before. Now he would give Yan Chixia one and a half boxes at most, and keep the other two bottles for his own use. "make a deal." Yan Chixia reached into his bosom with his right hand and took out the parchment scroll that he had prepared long ago. He said with a smile, "Here, this is what is recorded on it: the Qigong technique. There is a little missing at the corner, but it's not a big problem. It's only a dozen or twenty words missing." "No wonder you can't practice Qigong and can only practice a simplified version of sword control." There is a missing corner of the parchment scroll, and although the missing words are not many, anyone who has read ancient books knows that there are no written punctuation marks, and it is difficult to find the correct reading. Let alone if a dozen or twenty words are missing, even if there is not a single word missing, there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand people, and each of them has a different understanding from ordinary people. He now feels overwhelmed. "Just watch first. If you feel overwhelmed, wait until I come back and I will teach you how to wield a sword." After a pause, Yan Chixia grinned and said, "Don't forget, you still owe me one and a half boxes of Moutai and one box of Erguotou. They must be delivered tonight because I want to take a few bottles with me on the road." "Don't worry, I'll give it to you later." Cheng Long's mind is now attracted by the ancient Qigong technique on the parchment scroll, and he is determined to figure out the correct way to practice it. But he is not Shi Potian. Even if he can't understand it, he can still learn the secret manual of magic skills. He just needs to cheer up and the words will turn into tadpoles and then into lines of tadpole writing that will enter his mind. What's more, his magic system does not have a complete function at all. Whether he can learn the ancient Qigong technique depends entirely on fate. If it really doesn't work, then I can only settle for the next best thing and wait for Yan Chixia to come back to practice sword-wielding. In the evening, Cheng Long left behind a box and a half of Maotai and a box of Erguotou, and returned to the Mo Mansion with the sheepskin scroll given by Yan Chixia. Mo Chou saw that he was worried and asked curiously, "Sir, did you lose the chess game with the bearded man?" "No, he is such a lousy chess player, how can he beat me?" "Then why do you look so worried?" "Uh……" Cheng Long hesitated for a moment, took out the parchment scroll, and said, "Zu'er, you have been studying the Four Books and Five Classics with your uncle since you were a child. You are very knowledgeable. Please help me see what the missing dozen characters on this parchment scroll might be?" "The way of heaven is to reduce the excess and replenish the deficiency; the way of man..." After Mo Chou read the parchment scroll, she said, "Sir, this should be a method of training Qi. The missing words are not important. We only need to remember the core method of Qi circulation, and we can absorb Qi for our own use, replenish our bodies, strengthen our bodies, and transform our Qi into forms..." "Wait~~" Cheng Long stared at Mo Chou in surprise: "Zhu Er, do you understand?"
"Yes, it's easy to understand! After reading it, a few hundred words of Qi training method appeared in my mind. It is much simpler than the Shura Book you gave me." "real or fake?" Cheng Long was a little bit unconvinced. His Mochou actually has this kind of talent, so why should she practice the Asura path? If she reads more Taoist and Buddhist scriptures, she might be able to combine the ancient Qigong techniques and create a practice method that is unique to her. (End of this chapter)