Immortality Martial Arts: Starting from the Sword Drawing Technique

"It's me, your Uncle Pan!"

A middle-aged man's voice came from outside the door.

"Uncle Pan?"

A familiar figure appeared in Lin Bei's mind. This was one of the few acquaintances in his predecessor's memory.

"Wait a moment, the door will be opened for you immediately."

Lin Bei put the sword back into its scabbard, fastened it to his waist, and opened the door to the yard.

A middle-aged man was standing outside the door. He was short, with a round face, small eyes and a broad nose. He had a stocky build and seemed to have good explosive power.

"Practice, Xiaobei."

Pan Ga stood at the door and saw Lin Bei who opened the door covered in sweat. He sighed and said, "If your father knew that you worked so hard, he would definitely smile."

"But don't be too impatient. Cultivation is all about taking it step by step. Otherwise, you will hurt your body and you will have to spend time recuperating, which is not worth the gain."

As Pan Ga spoke, he held up a pheasant and handed it to Lin Bei: "Here, it's just been beaten. It's fresh. It'll just replenish your energy and blood."

"Well, Uncle Pan has taken such good care of me, how can I still want Uncle Pan's things?"

Lin Bei quickly declined.

"Hey, they were all caught casually while picking ginseng, and there are several more. Don't be polite to Uncle Pan. Uncle Pan promised your father to take good care of you."

"It's a pity that I was unlucky during this period and didn't pick up the Blood Spirit Ginseng. When Uncle Pan gets lucky later, I'll send you some ginseng. It's a good thing to replenish your qi and blood."

Uncle Pan smiled, ignored Lin Bei's refusal, and forced the pheasant into his arms.

"Uncle Pan will be very lucky next time and pick only ten-year-old ginseng!"

Lin Bei also smiled and did not refuse any more.

Pan Ga was smiling. Hearing this, his smile suddenly froze, but quickly returned to normal.

"Good boy, Uncle Pan, a 10-year-old ginseng man, can't even imagine that he can burn high-quality ginseng with only five-year-old ginseng!"

Pan Ga encouraged Lin Bei a few more words, then clapped his hands, closed the door and left.

Looking at the departing figure, Lin Bei's smiling face gradually returned to calm.

Changsheng Town is backed by Changyin Mountain, which is world-famous for its Blood Spirit Ginseng.

Lin Bei's father was a "glorious" ginseng picker, and he brought Lin Bei to Changsheng Town to discuss life a few years ago.

Pan Ga is a friend of Lin Bei's father, and they occasionally go to Changyin Mountain to collect ginseng together.

A month ago, the two went up the mountain to collect ginseng together and were unfortunately attacked by a ferocious beast. After a brutal fight, Pan Ga carried the body of Lin Bei's father back to Changsheng Town.

Lin Bei's mother had a difficult childbirth and died of illness after giving birth to him. Now, due to an accident, his father is no longer here, and he suddenly became a veritable orphan.

Perhaps he had suffered a heavy blow and had lost the courage to live, so Lin Bei, who had traveled through time, took over this body.

Panga, on the other hand, was indeed a man of his word. After promising his predecessor's father, he would send some meat every now and then and take good care of him.

"Tsk, this chicken is so beautiful! It must be two and a half years old..."

This pheasant has colorful feathers, which are soft and shiny, has a red comb, a sharp beak and sharp claws, and looks like a different beast.

"Sell it to the market later and exchange it for wild boar."

Lin Bei threw the pheasant in his hand on the stone table aside and continued practicing his sword.

Having just traveled through time, he was wary of anyone around him, and he did not dare to eat the food that others brought to his door.

After another hearty practice, Lin Bei exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling sore all over and mentally exhausted.

But when he saw the attribute panel, he suddenly felt that all the fatigue was swept away.

Name: Lin Bei (14 years old)

Lifespan: 61

Potential: 1

Kung Fu: Sword Drawing Technique (32% of the first glimpse of the first level)

Lin Bei was quite satisfied when he saw that the progress bar had increased by another two percent.

"I'm slowly getting stronger!"

Lin Bei had a resolute face and a smile on his lips.

In the evening, the sun was about to set. Lin Bei wiped his sweat, picked up the pheasant, and headed to the West Market.

The world here is not as prosperous as in the previous life. Although there is a certain nightlife, the dark atmosphere at night is absolutely not safe at all, unless your cultivation is strong enough!

Obviously, Lin Bei is far from meeting this requirement now, so he has to try his best to sell the pheasants before dark and buy some meat to replenish his energy and blood.

With a long sword on his waist, Lin Bei opened the door, took out the key, locked three iron locks in a row, and then headed towards the West Market.

No matter how many locks you put on, it actually has little effect on preventing theft, but it can bring some psychological comfort to people, which is enough.

Walking in the gravel-covered alley, I looked at the rows of old stone-walled mud houses with low eaves and corners, which were cramped and dark, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing.

Sometimes you can see some dilapidated and collapsed houses, overgrown with weeds and dense cobwebs, uninhabited and looking a bit desolate.

Only the occasional barking of dogs made Lin Bei feel a little bit popular.

When they turned the alley, three or four strong men were leaning against the walls on both sides, chatting about something.

They are strong and strong, carry swords on their backs, and wear short combat. They are obviously warriors.

One of them grabbed a handful of red dates, raised his hand and threw each one into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and spat it out on the ground with a "pop" sound. The other hand kept making gestures, chewing red dates and spitting out foamy stars in his mouth, with a muffled voice. It's not clear, but the voice is loud.

"this……"

Looking at the few strong men chatting, Lin Bei felt a little timid. He held the sword at his waist, took a deep breath, raised his head and chest, and mustered up the courage to slowly pass through the middle.

Several people ignored Lin Bei at all and were still chatting away from each other. Among them, the man eating dates glanced at him and spit out another date core with a "pop" sound.

Lin Bei's heart trembled, the hand holding the sword shook slightly, and he almost threw it out with a sword-drawing move, but luckily he held it back in time.

"Huh, in this town of Eternal Life, with my level one cultivation of Qi and Blood Realm, I really have no confidence at all!"

After walking some distance from the alley, Lin Bei let out a long breath, knowing that he was suffering from "persecution paranoia."

Changsheng Town is a very special town. Because it is backed by Changyin Mountain, it is a paradise for many ginseng pickers.

As for the ginseng collectors in this world, all of them are martial arts practitioners. After all, they need to go deep into the mountains and face all kinds of poisonous insects and beasts, which ordinary people simply cannot do.

Therefore, in this town, more than half of the people are warriors, and it is quite common to see a few strong men chatting and talking nonsense like the one just now.

"The fundamental reason why I am so nervous is my lack of strength!"

Lin Bei clenched his fists and walked quickly towards the West City.

Although Changsheng Town is just a town, its building scale is very close to that of some small counties.

It is divided into two parts: the inner city and the outer city. Lin Bei is located in the outer city.

There are two markets in the outer city, one is the West Market and the other is the East Market.

The West Market mainly buys and sells daily necessities, such as firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Dongshi mainly buys and sells some cultivation items, but most of them are basic resources, suitable for people below the fourth level of Qi and Blood Realm.

The reason is also very simple. Most people above the fourth level of Qi and Blood Realm live in the inner city, where there is a trading market.

It is worth mentioning that Pan Ga, like Lin Bei, originally lived in the outer city, but recently moved to the inner city.