Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

"Oops..."

Zhang Yao was lying on his bed, grinning in pain.

He was naked, wearing only a pair of obscene trousers, and there were bruises and redness marks all over his body.

"Junior brother, you are really working too hard."

Sitting by the bed, Zhang Yannian applied the ointment over and over again, while smacking his tongue and said, "If I had practiced like you, I would have been paralyzed in bed within a month."

"It's you, with your extraordinary talent and special physique, that's why you've endured this kind of training..."

For half a month, he was an eye-opener.

When Zhang Yao was practicing the Golden Cauldron Kungfu, he was in a desperate posture, using all kinds of training equipment in turn, not afraid of physical damage at all.

But the amazing thing is that no matter how badly he was hit, Zhang Yao appeared energetic and lively again the next morning.

Zhou An, Meng Zongwei and the others were amazed by these sights, which could only be attributed to Zhang Yao's special physique, which was different from ordinary people.

This kind of thing is not without precedent. For example, the most common natural supernatural power, the strength of muscles and bones is far superior to ordinary people. If you practice foreign martial arts, you will often perform strangely, with superior strength and rare opponents.

"okay."

Zhang Yannian finished applying the ointment, and stood up: "That's it for today, you have a good rest, I will let the servants bring you the food."

"Well, thank you Third Senior Brother."

Zhang Yao replied feebly.

After Zhang Yannian left, he immediately activated his talent of energy transformation.

Soon, the invisible essence surged, and the redness, swelling and bruises all over his body began to slowly fade and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, most of the injuries on his body had subsided, and Zhang Yao also felt hungry and limp all over.

"This talent is good for everything, but it consumes too much energy..."

He took out some tonics, chewed them in big mouthfuls, and accelerated the transformation into energy to make up for consumption.

After giving up practicing Taiyi Zhuang Gong, the progress of Jinding Gong is very fast, and it has reached 34% in just half a month.

Calculating at this speed, even if the progress of cultivation will become slower and slower, at most one year later, he will be able to cultivate the Golden Cauldron Kung Fu to great success.

Geniuses like Meng Zongwei and Zhang Yannian with outstanding martial arts talents have plenty of ointment, medicinal wine and other resources, as well as Zhou An's secret know-how. It took about seven or eight years to complete this step.

It is conceivable that Zhang Yao's talent for energy transformation has such a huge advantage in practicing martial arts.

Relatively speaking, the progress of the Vajra Fist, which is purely fighting and killing, is a bit slower, but after half a month of penance, it has also reached 7% of the progress.

…………

The next day, morning.

"Boom!" "Boom!"...

Zhang Yao and big brother Meng Zongwei were fighting each other's moves in the martial arts arena in the inner courtyard of the martial arts hall.

Meng Zongwei's attainments in the Vajra Fist far surpassed Zhang Yao's, and he moved smoothly between blocking and counterattacking, with a relaxed expression.

"Junior Brother, you have to be careful when using this move 'Crossing Thousand Mountains'..."

While discussing the tricks with Zhang Yao, he also found time to give advice.

A fight of fights lasted for less than half an hour, until Zhang Yao was out of breath, and finally stopped.

"Junior brother, your talent is really beyond recognition!"

Meng Zongwei saw sweat on his forehead, and obviously his physical strength was exhausted, he couldn't help but admire: "Although you have only a small success in Jinding Kungfu, you have a foundation of great success, and your strength and physical strength are no less than me."

"Eldest brother lifted me up."

Zhang Yao shook his head and said, "It may be similar in other respects, but in terms of physical strength, I'm still far behind."

Zhou An explained to him that after the golden cauldron is accomplished, it can be called a copper-skinned iron bone, far superior to ordinary warriors.

Some blunt weapons such as sticks, hammers and maces are already difficult to cause much damage to the body; even sharp weapons such as knives, guns, swords and halberds can only penetrate three points into the flesh and will be firmly stuck.

Meng Zongwei and Zhang Yannian were both adopted by Zhou An since they were young. They have practiced Jinding Gong for more than ten years, and they have already reached the stage of mastery. They can be regarded as masters in Changping City. The current him is naturally not as good.

"Eldest brother, junior brother."

Zhang Yannian came over and said with a smile: "Junior Sister is back, it's time for dinner."

Soon, everyone sat down in the dining hall and ate together at the table.

Those who practice martial arts are all big-bellied men, especially Zhang Yao, because of his talent for transforming energy, he is especially good at eating, and his appetite is even stronger than that of Zhou An.

A table full of dishes, there is no shortage of chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, very rich.

"By the way, I have something to say."

Zhou An gnawed away a piece of pig's trotter, and said with a greasy face, "This year's martial arts competition is about to begin."

"Ayao, you have to prepare well and practice more Vajra Fist."

Zhang Yao was taken aback when he heard the words, raised his head slightly in a daze, and subconsciously said, "Master, what is a martial arts competition?"

Zhang Yannian on the side put down his chopsticks, and took the initiative to explain: "The Martial Arts Competition is a competition held jointly by the five major martial arts schools in the city. Each martial arts school will select some disciples to participate in the competition."

"The main purpose is to communicate with each other and learn from each other. Of course, there are prizes for ranking in the martial arts competition."

As he said that, he looked at Zhang Yao, and said seriously: "This martial arts competition is held once a year, and it has been held for more than 20 years. Senior brother and I have long since stopped participating."

"But you haven't participated, little brother. Besides, you are the master's closed disciple. This time, you have to show it on stage, so as not to ruin my reputation in the Golden Cauldron Martial Arts Hall."

"right!"

Zhou Hongxiu on the side also smiled and said: "Ayao, you must show your prestige when you take the stage this time."

"I see."

Zhang Yao knew it in his heart, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "I will definitely practice my boxing skills hard, perform well, and never let Master be ashamed."

As soon as this remark came out, the dinner table was silent for a while, and then burst out laughing.

Meng Zongwei and Zhang Yannian both laughed, and Zhou Hongxiu was so happy that he nearly burst into tears.

"this……"

Zhang Yao was stunned again, a little confused.

"okay."

Zhou An took another braised pig's trotter, and glared at them angrily: "I know how to tease your little junior brother, laughing and joking, I don't look serious."

He said, took a bite of the pig's trotter, and explained to Zhang Yao: "Ah Yao, don't listen to their nonsense."

"This martial arts competition sounds grand and famous, but it's actually just a way to fool people. It's just a way for our martial arts clubs to make money."

"The ranking is not important, what matters is the beautiful playing and the enjoyable watching of the people."

When Zhang Yao heard this, he immediately understood.

To put it bluntly, opening a martial arts gym is also a business. The most important thing for everyone is to make money with harmony, not to be brave and fierce.

The five major martial arts halls in Changping City have long had a tacit understanding with each other. The annual martial arts performance conference is more like a platform to promote their reputation.

"It turns out that this is the truth of the Martial Arts Competition..."

"It's no wonder that the owners of the five major martial arts halls in the city have never had any public combat records."

"Without a public record, it is impossible to distinguish between the strong and the weak. Everyone has money to earn and can be harmonious."

He pondered for a while and asked tentatively: "Master, then when I go up, is it a real beating or a fake beating?"

PS: Readers, please rest assured that there will be no old-fashioned plots such as martial arts competitions. The martial arts performance is just an excuse, and it will be mentioned in one stroke, only for the follow-up story.