Cultivation of immortals begins with the appearance of ancestors

Chapter 3 Magical
Zhang Jian glanced around. Although these dealers had extraordinary means, his eyes mainly fell on the three figures.

He used to not be able to tell the strength of these dealers, but now he has seen some tricks.

The fist style and leg strength that also looked extremely fierce, but there seemed to be a difference.

It's just this difference that Zhang Jian sees flowers in a fog.

This is how the layman sees the insider.

"It should be the effect of the fire apricot, it is worthy of being a fairy!"

His eyes were very strange, which alarmed some of the dealers, but after realizing that it was Zhang Jian, he didn't care. He calmed down and continued his morning exercise.

Zhang Jian is not an outsider.

If it is someone else, peeking is not allowed.

For these fighting men, the rules are the rules, which need to be maintained with blood, there is no way to change it, only the power can make these rules give way.

But he saw a figure quietly approaching Zhang Jian.

Wearing a lotus crown in black clothes, his face is gloomy, but his eyes are looking at Zhang Jian with a slightly relaxed expression.

Zhang Jian just turned around and smiled gently.

There was a smile in his eyes at this moment.

"Uncle Yi, I think these masters are all extraordinary in craftsmanship, and they are very powerful. I want to learn a thing or two, and you can see if it works!"

Hearing Zhang Jian's words, the other dealers obviously paused slightly.

Zhang Yi glanced at the crowd, he frowned and remained silent.

Zhang Jian is the Wenqu star of the Zhang family. He has already passed the provincial examination at a young age. In the future, he will definitely go to the orthodox imperial court. He is worried that practicing martial arts will distract Zhang Jian's energy. If it affects the ritual examination, it will not be worth the loss .

In addition, he has no right to comment on this matter!

Zhang Jian saw Zhang Yi's hesitation at a glance, and took the initiative to dispel his worries.

"Uncle Yi, you know that I almost climbed out of the examination room this time, and my body is too weak. Even if I become a parent officer in the future, I'm afraid it will be extremely inconvenient. I don't want to be able to compete with those who have been fighting for many years. Compared with those who are in the military, but at least you must have a healthy body, don't you want to live a long life!"

Zhang Jian looked serious.

It's not that he didn't want to practice martial arts before, but he was limited by his limited energy and could only choose the best solution. Now after eating fire almonds, he feels full of energy and can try to practice martial arts.

Zhang Yi nodded slightly, and said, "Then, which master master do you want to learn?"

But Zhang Jian said: "I think Uncle Yi seems to have kung fu in his hands, why not worship Uncle Yi as a teacher?"

This is what Zhang Jian had in mind for a long time.

Zhang Yi was surprised, he looked at Zhang Jian strangely and said, "Brother Jian, why do you want to worship me as a teacher?"

Zhang Jian didn't hide his thoughts: "Because I think these masters seem to be afraid of Uncle Yi!"

They are both blood-licking fighters, if the difference between the two is similar, there is no reason to be afraid. Only when the difference reaches a huge disparity, these dealers will show such expressions.

Another thing is that in Zhang Jian's eyes, he can somewhat 'see through' the spirits of other dealers, but Zhang Yi in front of him always gives him a sense of emptiness.

A smile appeared on Zhang Yi's sinister face.

He glanced at Zhang Jian up and down, then shook his head and said.

"The entry threshold of what I have learned is extremely high, and it is not easy for ordinary people to come into contact with. This requires special fate!"

"Special fate?"

Zhang Jian was a little dazed, he had never heard of any special fate needed to practice martial arts, but Zhang Yi didn't seem to be perfunctory with him.

"Is it qualification?"

Zhang Jian was curious, and said, "Uncle Yi, can you talk about it?"

Zhang Yi squeezed his beard and smiled softly, his originally sinister face looked at Zhang Jian with a bit of gentleness: "Brother Jian, have you ever understood the two paths that martial arts practitioners must take?!"

Zhang Jian nodded: "I've heard of it, physical training and internal training!"

"Could it be that Uncle Yi is practicing the method of internal refinement?"

Zhang Jian's eyes moved, and he became solemn.

Although he is taking the road of imperial examination and intends to become a civil servant in the future, he still has some knowledge about martial arts.

And also inquired carefully.

When a traveler knows that there is martial arts in his environment, how can he restrain his eagerness to move.

Only after weighing the pros and cons, he still chose to study for the imperial examination.

This is Zhang Jian's long-standing regret.

A person's energy is limited after all. Zhang Jian is very clear about the limit of a person. He can only choose the path that is the easiest to succeed. As a small town as a tester, it is undoubtedly easier to succeed by taking the road of studying and taking the imperial examination.

This is also the greatest value for the entire clan.

As for practicing martial arts, in a short period of time, it can only improve one's personal strength to a limited extent, and cannot bring more practical benefits to the Zhang family, nor can it consolidate his status as the eldest son of Zhang.

In fact, the Zhang family also has people who practice martial arts. The Zhang family's ability to recruit so many masters as dealers has already explained everything.

Not bad for a fighter.

Zhang Jian also knew that if he practiced martial arts, he might not be able to achieve anything famous.

In addition, martial arts is not so easy to stand out.

Practice three nines in winter and three days in summer!
Moreover, famous teachers and resources are needed, both of which are scarce.

Zhang Jian had inquired a long time ago that there are two types of martial arts practitioners: physical training and internal training.

The former forges the skin membrane, beats the muscles and bones, refines the viscera and washes the marrow.

The latter is mainly based on inner qi cultivation.

He knew the pros and cons of both.

Exercise kung fu is easy to learn but difficult to master, but the benefits are obvious, the threshold is relatively low, and the actual combat ability is relatively strong.

It is easier for a master of external training to form combat effectiveness in a short time.

As for the practice of inner qi, the inner qi in the early stage is mainly to nourish one's internal organs, and it is difficult to intuitively form explosive power.

But if you practice to the deepest level, you also have unimaginable power.

But such existences are rare.

Moreover, the practice of internal qi is different from exercising the body externally. The practice of internal qi is more demanding and requires more understanding.

In fact, it is logical thinking. Many internal qi cultivation methods have too many terms and too deep traps. If you practice indiscriminately, you will easily die young if you hurt yourself before hurting others.

Zhang Jian guessed in his heart that what Zhang Yi said might be the method of internal refinement.

After all, only to condense inner energy requires qualifications.

Zhang Yi glanced at Zhang Jian in a little surprise, his eyes fluctuated, and he nodded.

"Let's practice internally, so to speak!"

"However, the fate I mentioned is more special than ordinary internal training. You have to think about it. Martial arts is like Xiwen. This is a brand new subject. It is not ordinary cumbersome. If you feel Difficult, you can give up at any time!"

Zhang Yi didn't take it seriously, he just thought that Zhang Jian would only think about martial arts on a whim.

After all, Zhang Jian is already so old, and it is too late to practice martial arts.

"Uncle Yi, I want to try!"

There was a gleam of light in Zhang Jian's eyes, and there was light in his eyes!
He was not as excited as he was in the provincial examination, because his success in the provincial examination was only due to the needs of his family, and it was his deepest desire to strengthen himself by practicing martial arts.

What's more, knowing the existence of immortals, Zhang Jian has a curiosity and longing for cultivation from the bottom of his heart.

"Since that's the case, then you come with me!"

It's just that when Zhang Jian entered Zhang Yi's study, he was in a daze.

In Zhang Yi's study room, there seemed to be countless atlases densely packed with countless complicated lines of meridians, as if he had entered the territory of a master in a certain discipline...

"There are still questions to do..."

(End of this chapter)