Chuanwu: Going back to the village to show off?I add some martial arts to become a saint

There were about three people between them, and the shot seemed to be erratic, and the distance seemed not enough.

But at this time, Uncle Fu dared not think about these things, he only cared about dodging like a frightened bird.

"what!"

At this moment, Lin Qing suddenly exerted force in his dantian, and the fascia of the three chambers of the mouth, nose, and chest resonated, and all the dark energy came out, and he let out a loud shout.

This loud noise exploded in Fu Bo's ears like a thunderbolt. He was completely unprepared, his face turned pale with fright, and his whole body trembled.

After that, I only felt my heart rate soaring, I was sweating coldly, and my feet went limp.

Even the villagers who retreated to the courtyard to watch the battle were terrified by the loud noise.

Not far away, He Qingquan widened his eyes, looked at this scene in disbelief, and cried out:

"This... is this Wudang Tai Chi's Fighting the Bulls?!"

Chapter 75 The real fight against cattle across the mountain!

"Beating cattle across the mountains? Isn't that a common move used by charlatans? Do you really have Tai Chi?"

Zheng Hao who fell to the ground has recovered from the severe pain, but it is impossible for him to walk now.

He Qingquan shook his head and explained to him.

The real fight against cattle across the mountain originated from Wudang Tai Chi, and it is not a move that kills enemies in the distance with one punch in the movie.

What it pays attention to is a surprise, which shocks the opponent's mind with shock and shouts, and accidentally damages his three souls and seven souls.

Once a person loses his soul, not to mention fighting, it will even become dementia in severe cases, making him unable to take care of himself.

This is not nonsense, the effect of fighting cattle in Geshan is almost the same as that of Shaolin lion's roar. As early as thousands of years ago, there have been books about the role of roar in battle.

Zhang Fei drank the Dangyang Bridge, scaring Xia Houjie to death.

Although the novel inevitably has some mythological elements, it is enough to show the role of roar in actual combat.

It's just that it's not easy to practice the shocking strength of beating cattle across mountains, and you need to start with all your strength.

Therefore, apart from Wudang Taijiquan and the most primitive Zhaobao Taijiquan, the other branches have deleted this move.

He Qingquan was able to know because he had occasionally heard the elders in his family discuss it before.

"We can't afford to mess with this person."

Seeing that Lin Qing's face turned pale with fright, he almost couldn't stand still, as if he had lost his soul.

Only then did He Qingquan understand that from the very beginning, Lin Qing never wanted to fight Fubo seriously, but was using him to practice moves.

First, he used a terrifying cannonball to make the other party dare not be careless, and his spirit was tense to the extreme.

The subsequent Shuangfeng Guaner was deliberately shortened by two inches.

When Fu Boxin was lucky enough to escape the blow and his tense nerves relaxed, it was the best time to use Geshan to fight cattle.

Shocked by the shock, he was out of control at this moment, swinging his limp fists like a child fighting.

"Brother Lin, please hold back."

Zheng Wan looked anxious, and quickly persuaded her.

However, Lin Qing just glanced at her indifferently, easily dodged the opponent's punch, went around to the back, and patted her lightly.

This beat seemed like lifting weights lightly, and he looked weak, but Fu Bo fell heavily on the ground, his body bowed like a prawn, and he was sweating all over.

It was as if his internal organs had been reversed, and the severe pain made him speechless.

"Seeing that you were still respectful when you worshiped just now, this palm will save your life, so go back and find a Taoist priest to summon your soul for you."

Lin Qing retreated to the front of the mourning hall, and spoke slowly with his hands behind his back.

It took a while for Uncle Fu to recover, panting heavily, and his heart rate soared to around 200 beats.

He arched his hands, his voice weak: "Thank you, senior."

Lin Qing was a little disappointed that three people in a row were handled casually.

The current martial arts practitioners are all rotten fish and rotten shrimps, there is no one who can beat them.

"Are you still coming?"

Lin Qing glanced at them, one was frightened stupid, the other was trampled flat, and finally his eyes focused on He Qingquan.

He Qingquan trembled all over, his goosebumps burst, and he waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no... stop beating, senior."

He is not stupefied, if he continues to beat him, he might be crushed to pieces.

"Please."

Lin Qing raised his finger and pointed out the door, expressionless.

Seeing that the other party let him go, He Qingquan felt relieved, "Let's go, Wanwan."

He didn't want to stay here for a second, for fear that something wrong with him would touch the other person's brow.

Zheng Wan didn't move, her fists were clenched white, and a look of unwillingness flashed across her face.

She took a deep breath and said, "Senior, we have no malicious intentions. Now that Chuanwu is declining, you should know better than us. We are here today because we also want to revitalize Chuanwu."

"not my business."

Lin Qing said lightly.

He doesn't care whether he wants to revitalize Chuanwu or is greedy for his own interests. The reason why he blocks the opponent is only to fulfill Dr. Zheng's last wish.

After hesitating for a moment, Zheng Wan gritted her teeth and said sincerely: "Senior, you might as well join our Northern Sect's Martial Arts Association. With your strength, it is enough for us to see a glimmer of hope for the Northern and Southern Sects."

Hearing this, Lin Qing smiled: "Miss Zheng, are you right?"

He put his eyes on Zheng Wanbainen's hand: "I really can't imagine that an official martial arts association would let a woman who has never even passed martial arts be the vice president of the association."

"It's conceivable what this association can have."

As soon as the other party entered the door, Lin Qing found out everything about them with just a glance.

Especially Zheng Wan, when she handed over her business card, her hands didn't even have calluses, and she knew at a glance that she didn't have any knowledge of martial arts.

Hearing this, the woman pursed her lips.

"When I was young, I suffered from a serious illness, myocarditis. From then on, my family didn't let me learn martial arts. I only practiced some breathing techniques to strengthen my body."

Lin Qing had no intention of continuing to chat with the other party, so he turned his head and gently wiped Mr. Zheng's portrait.

Zheng Wan sighed at this gesture of seeing off the guests, shook her head and turned to leave.

She knew that if she wanted to get the ashes back, the old man in the family would have to come forward in person.

"correct."

Lin Qing kept wiping, and the voice came over.

"Who is the president of your Wushu Association, and who is the head of Zheng's Baji now?"

Zheng Wan stopped where she was, without hiding anything: "The president and the head are the same person, both are my grandfather Zheng Kefu."

"Well, please go back and report, I will go to him."

Hearing this, Zheng Wan's pupils shrank, and she exchanged a glance with her companion, both of whom could see the bitterness in each other's eyes.

Unexpectedly, this time he came to offend a master of martial arts.

Zheng Wan gritted her teeth, and could only swallow: "Farewell."

After the four of them went out, they walked all the way to the entrance of the village before stopping.

He Qingquan let out a long sigh, and said, "In half a year, the South-North Sect Chuanwu Exchange Competition will start, what should we do?"

"I just hope he doesn't mess up the situation and doesn't look like an unreasonable person."

Zheng Wan sighed, always felt that the relationship between Dr. Zheng, who was adhering to the independent way, and his grandfather was not that simple.

"By the way, Uncle Fu, do you think there are any masters in our northern faction who are stronger than this Lin Qing?"

He Qingquan searched in his mind, but in the end he couldn't find a facade that could support the scene.

"Forbe? Forbe!"

"what?"

After shouting for a long time, Uncle Fu finally came to his senses: "What's wrong?"

He Qingquan wanted to ask again, but was interrupted impatiently by Zheng Wan:

"Okay, go back quickly and ask someone to summon Fu Bo's soul. I hope he just lost his soul and the soul is fine."

Since she was a child, she followed the local Taoist sect to learn the breathing technique, so she naturally understood the importance of the three souls and seven souls.

These three souls and seven souls are easy for children to lose, especially when they are frightened.

If the light person loses one soul and one soul, he will lose his mind; if the serious person loses two souls, he will even become a vegetable.

This Uncle Fu is over 40 years old, and he can be scared out of his wits by a roar.

This shows how profound Lin Qing's skills are.

Chapter 76 Walking Can Increase Attributes? !

This was the first time Lin Qing was so angry after returning to Xiheidui Village.

In fact, he didn't want to get involved in the martial arts circle at all.

What he wants to do is to practice hard on the road of martial arts and explore the end of human evolution and immortality.

But I didn't expect that this group of people would push forward and even come to consume the dead.

The clay figurine was also very angry, so he decided to go to the Northern Martial Arts Association to discuss an explanation with Dr. Zheng later.

After finishing the funeral for Dr. Zheng, he rejected the villagers' request to store the tablet in the local ancestral hall. Lin Qing sprinkled the ashes on the back mountain according to his will.

Dr. Zheng in the clinic has cleaned up everything, except for a few pieces of pulped wooden furniture, there are no other valuables.

According to his will, he, who has no children, transferred this house to Lin Qing.

Open the sandalwood box given by Dr. Zheng, which is divided into two layers.

There are many letters on the first floor, as well as a medical book that is about to be torn.

"Medical Compassion in Chinese and Western Records" was written by Zhang Xichun in the Qing Dynasty.

Lin Qing flipped through the various prescriptions, the combination and effects of traditional Chinese medicine in a concise and concise manner, without so many twists and turns.

Every page basically has Dr. Zheng's annotations, insights and insights, among which there is a long list of prescriptions used for martial arts.

Looking at the ink marks, that recipe should have been specially summarized for Lin Qing a few days ago.

Even Doctor Zheng, who can be regarded as a half saint, could not escape death in the end.

This further affirmed his belief in the pursuit of immortality.

Lin Qing didn't start studying medical books, but put them away carefully, and looked at the innermost sealed box.

"Doctor Zheng told you that you can only check it after the boxing method is established. What will it be inside?"

Lin Qing thought in his heart, Doctor Zheng told him that the things in this box are his real bottom of the box.

He couldn't help sighing: "Now I have a deeper understanding of how small human beings are in the face of death."

"Wang!"

As if feeling the sadness in his master's heart, the black panther rubbed his trouser legs to comfort him.

"I am fine."

After patting the dog's head, Lin Qing smiled slightly.

After practicing Neijiaquan, his ability to control his mood became more and more obvious, and he quickly adjusted.

Looking at the naive Black Panther, Lin Qing suddenly asked, "Hei Panther, should we go out for a walk?"

Although he was in a calm mood, he thought about people when he saw things. The plants and trees in Xiheidui Village reminded him of Dr. Zheng.

Only by going out to relax and find a new place to practice for a period of time can you better improve your efficiency.

"Wang!"