Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

After finishing his meal, Chang Zhengyang washed the dishes consciously, and then went to the next yard to find He Yuzhu.

"Brother Zhuzi, have you eaten?"

Chang Zhengyang pushed open the half-open door and saw He Yuzhu lying on the bed. His slightly red face seemed to have drunk some wine at lunch.

He Yuzhu quickly got up from the bed and poured some water for Chang Zhengyang: "Hey, Zhengyang is here, is there something you want to talk to me about?"

"It's nothing. I'll bring back a black fish tonight. I estimate it to be ten kilograms. Come over tonight and eat with us. You can prepare the seasoning, oil and other ingredients. Of course, the pickled fish has to be made by you, the chef."

He Yuzhu was happy: "That's great, all right, it's up to me tonight, I'll get you another bottle of Fenjiu."

He did not even ask Chang Zhengyang if he could bring a ten-pound black fish. On the contrary, Zhengyang had always had positive ideas since he was a child, and his words were as firm as his words.

Chang Zhengyang left after staying for a while. He Yuzhu was drunk and fell asleep soon.

In the northern suburbs of Yanjing, Chang Zhengyang squatted under a big tree on the roadside, and immediately there were several cigarette butts at his feet.

call!

Chang Zhengyang stood up suddenly, threw the half-smoked cigarette in his hand to the ground, stomped on it twice, and the confusion in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by incomparable determination.

"It turns out that this time and space does not have the old Chang family from the previous life. Ha, what about the parallel time and space? If that's the case, then what should I worry about?"

In the past few days since he awakened his past life memories, Chang Zhengyang has always had an urge in his heart to go and see his grandparents from his previous life, to see how they are doing now that they are only in their twenties...

It was not until this weekend that he made up his mind and came here. After asking around, he found that the people living here were completely different from those in his memory.

When he found out what was happening, he was so shocked that he smoked half a pack of cigarettes before he came to his senses.

"Since this is the case, I don't have to worry about the butterfly effect and get rid of Chang Zhengyang, who was born in the 1980s. Perhaps this is how to sever the past relationship!"

Chang Zhengyang muttered to himself, his mind moved, he caught a hint of inspiration, and stood up under the tree.

In an instant, the heaven and earth disappeared from his five senses, and Chang Zhengyang seemed to see a series of endlessly flowing rivers. All the river waters converged into a huge and constantly undulating sacred mountain, and then poured out again, rushing towards the distance, repeating over and over again, as if it would never stop!

This is, this is his blood!

Chang Zhengyang felt a blessing in his heart, and the blood in his body gathered towards his dantian along with his thoughts. A large amount of oxygen was absorbed and then merged into the blood.

drink!

Chang Zhengyang suddenly opened his eyes and hit the big tree next to him with an elbow.

Click!

The tree, which was as thick as an adult's waist, was broken by Chang Zhengyang's elbow!

call!

Chang Zhengyang exhaled, his breath was as sharp as a sword, and a large amount of sweat instantly emerged from the pores of his body. At this moment, he had released control of his blood and looked at the crumbling tree in front of him with burning eyes.

Dan Jin!

He had actually controlled his Qi and blood just now, and the Qi and blood gathered in his Dantian, just like gasoline entering the compression chamber of an engine and then instantly exploding, exerting a power far beyond that of ordinary people.

It's probably the same as if a car hit it!

"Luckily, those idiots gave the real stuff!"

Chang Zhengyang was filled with fear. In his previous life, after he was diagnosed with ALS, he sought help from Wudang Mountain and Shaolin Temple for a period of time, hoping to learn the immortal cultivation methods there and cure his ALS.

In order to obtain the so-called practice method, he spent 100 million on each family, alarming a group of old Taoist priests and old monks?

When he saw that the other party were using things like standing still, controlling qi and blood, tiger and leopard thunder sounds, cleansing essence and marrow, he was immediately disappointed and angrily scolded those guys out.

Now that I think about it, it’s a good thing that those old Taoist priests and old monks took money for their work and gave me not paper secret manuals, but a complete set of explanation videos worth hundreds of GB.

"Luckily I finished reading it, otherwise I would have died on the spot today!"

After all, the Guo family lacks the foundation, and they have no method of practicing Dan Jin, let alone the subsequent Gang Jin.

This involves the deep mysteries of the human body. It is necessary to have the tiger and leopard thunder sound to cleanse the internal organs and bone marrow! Grasp your own qi and blood bit by bit, until the merit is complete, then you can try to practice Dan Jin.

When Kung Fu reaches the level of Hua Jin or above, standing still is no longer enough to exercise the body. At this point, one must use methods such as the Tiger, Leopard and Thunder Sound method to further strengthen the body.

In fact, the Tiger, Leopard and Thunder Sound sounds very high-sounding, but to put it bluntly, it is just using the vibration of sound to exercise the internal organs.

The problem is that the internal organs of the human body are so fragile that if you are not careful, it is very common for them to be shattered, not to mention strengthened.

Only martial arts schools with a long history like Wudang Mountain and Shaolin Temple, after generations of improvements, have figured out the correct method of practicing Tiger, Leopard and Thunder Sound.

Even so, there are only a handful of people throughout the ages who can cultivate Dan Jin, which is why those old Taoists and monks are willing to pass on the true skills to Chang Zhengyang.

Apart from the fact that the money is high, the chance of success is almost zero because it is so difficult.

Chang Zhengyang pinched his chin. He wondered if the old Taoist priests and the big monk saw that he was about to die, so they gave him the real thing?

Oh no, the tree is going to fall!

The wind is tight, shout!

Chang Zhengyang picked up the backpack, took a step, and ran away. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared, leaving an unsolved mystery here.

Perhaps it was because he felt guilty, or perhaps it was because he was excited by the Dan Jin, but within an hour, he ran from the northern suburbs to the bank of the Yulong River.

Looking at the Yulong River rushing in front of him, Chang Zhengyang's heart gradually calmed down. He found a big tree by the river, cleared the weeds under the tree, and lay down.

A few rays of sunlight shone on his face through the gaps between the leaves. Chang Zhengyang narrowed his eyes and moved his ears slightly. The insects around him were all speeding up to flee the area.

This Qilin bloodline is quite convenient for outdoor outings!

Chang Zhengyang fell asleep unconsciously. In his dream, it was as if he had returned to the past. Countless long legs in black stockings walked in front of him. There were women of all shapes and sizes, of different styles, for him to choose from.

Just when he was extremely happy, a spark suddenly appeared from nowhere, and it exploded, igniting everything around him...

"Damn, it was just a dream!"

Chang Zhengyang sat up suddenly, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, gasped violently for a moment, and then smiled as if relieved.

Damn it, this has become the biggest demon in my heart!

It is said that it is easy to defeat a thief in the mountains, but it is difficult to defeat a thief in the heart!

Chang Zhengyang knew that only after he was sure that he would not get ALS again, would he be able to get rid of this psychological barrier.