Where the wind chimes sound, there is a god

Chapter 17: Martial Arts Talents
Chen Beimo was a little dazed. What was going on?

The golden bell spontaneously rose into the air, emitting a layer of light golden light, and a telepathic force was transmitted into his mind.

"Ancient wine in a green cup, the intercalation of gold and earth, draws water to weaken the body of a person, and when the golden bell rings, one can enter a state of drunkenness and confusion."

Then the golden bell rolled and fell back into his hands, without any magic.

Chen Beimo took the golden bell and examined it again, and found that there was an ancient character engraved on each of the eighteen small bells. He didn't know whether it had not been discovered before or had just appeared.

It seemed that most of these things could be traced back to ancient dynasties thousands of years ago. He needed to know more history, more ancient history.

The effect of this golden bell seems to be on the soul, perhaps it can make people drunk and dizzy?

Such a magical thing is more useful than aphrodisiac incense. If it falls into the hands of a flower-stealing thief, the harm it will cause is unimaginable. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be on guard in his heart. In the future, he must keep this golden bell well, and it would be best if he carried it with him.

Chen Beimo attached the golden bell to his waist. Anyway, this thing couldn't make any sound without Kanshui Qi, so he didn't have to worry about it being conspicuous.

The moonlight gradually became brighter and illuminated the forest. From time to time, the howling of wolves and beasts could be heard from the mountains covered in silver frost. Chen Beimo did not dare to fall into a deep sleep and was in a daze until dawn.

He was awakened by the crisp singing of birds in the mountains. The sky was gloomy and the forest was foggy. Chen Beimo got up, stretched himself, took a long breath, and felt the freshness enter his lungs. If it were not for the lack of Kan water energy here, it would be a good place to practice in seclusion.

"Still sleeping, get up, lazy guy!"

Chen Beimo turned his head and saw Beichen Jun still lying there sleeping. He couldn't help but slap it on the head with his hand faster than his mouth.

Beichen Jun's head was stunned, and he was in a daze and hysterical state for a while before he reacted, turned his head and looked at him with dissatisfaction, spitting out his tongue to express his anger.

"What are you looking at? Are you still a snake?" Chen Beimo said disapprovingly, "I've put my hand on your head and you didn't react. If no one was watching you in the wild, you would have been eaten by some wild beast."

Beichen Jun was still looking at him angrily. Obviously, anyone would be in a bad mood after being woken up from a dream.

Chen Beimo was in a good mood, picked up the water bag and drank some water to rinse his mouth, and then drank some water. After the fasting, it was really much more convenient. He didn't feel hungry even if he ate once every three or two days. Not having to eat all kinds of grains every day really reduced a lot of troubles.

He took his things and put them in a bamboo basket on his back. Then he closed the wooden door, marked the place, and continued to move into the mountains with Beichen Jun.

Although he walked a hundred miles yesterday, the actual straight-line distance was only a few dozen miles, not counting the distance into the deep mountains.

Along the way, every few miles Chen Beimo walked, he used his mind to sense the nearby snakes. Most of them were small snakes such as bamboo green snakes and brown snakes that were not even ten years old, let alone a hundred years old.

The white fog reduced visibility to a few feet in radius. The endless white fog and the impassable forest made the silent forest feel a bit depressing.

Chen Beimo walked for a long time, and the early morning fog gradually dissipated. He was a little lost. It was difficult to see things clearly on that rainy day without the sun, and he didn't know where he was going.

But he was not in a hurry. He just remembered that he would carve marks on the trees every mile or so. It started to drizzle around noon.

The sound of dripping rain enveloped the mountain forest, nourishing all things in the mountain. Chen Beimo could only hold an umbrella and walk through the messy woods.

He stood in front of a huge ancient tree. He looked up and saw a bird's nest built on a branch. A crow was standing on the branch, looking at him quietly.

Chen Beimo felt a little annoyed by being stared at, so he picked up a dead branch on the ground and shook it hard. The dead branch pierced the crow's wings like a sword, passing through its tiny head. The crow fell to the ground with just the time to make a croaking sound.

Beichen crawled over, sniffed it, then moved away in disgust.

"No one wants to eat it, how pitiful!"

Chen Beimo shook his head, but suddenly looked at the crow's feet. There was a string tied to it. Is this a bird domesticated by humans?
Can crows be used as carrier pigeons?

Chen Beimo shook his head. No wonder the crow looked at him with an uncomfortable feeling. It was probably there to supervise the message.

But who can raise carrier birds in these desolate mountains and wilderness?

He was thinking as he hurried on his way, until he saw a small wooden house in the valley on a low cliff, and was shocked.

Such a small courtyard is not something that can be easily built by one person, and most people who can survive in the mountains are extraordinary.

He was hesitating whether to go straight ahead or venture inside to explore, because he was lost and what he needed most at this moment was a guide to point him in the direction.

Chen Beimo thought about it and decided to get closer and take a look. The worst thing to do when getting lost in the mountains is to wander around randomly. If the people in the courtyard don't pose too much of a threat, he would still go and ask.

If the threat is too great, it is better to turn around and find another way.

Chen Beimo did not turn around and take the mountain road. Instead, he jumped directly from a cliff dozens of feet high with an oil-paper umbrella. Then he held up the oil-paper umbrella in the air and jumped off the cliff relying on his own light body and the buoyancy of the special and sturdy oil-paper umbrella.

The whistling mountain wind echoed in his ears, blowing his long hair into the air. The Kanshui true energy in his body was always ready to prevent misjudgment. He just soared down from the sky like an immortal descending to earth.

When approaching the ground, Chen Beimo suddenly turned over in the air, used a wisp of Kanshui true Qi to step into the air to relieve the force, landed on the ground easily, and turned around to disperse the gravity around his body.

"It's just as I estimated. The cliff is only about thirty feet high. If we want to walk there, we'll probably have to walk until dark.

"

"Om~"

Suddenly, a sharp sword energy came from behind and pierced towards him like a gentle breeze.

Without thinking, Chen Beimo turned the oil-paper umbrella, and channeled his Kanshui true Qi. The huge force emitted from the handle of the oil-paper umbrella repelled the fierce sword.

"What a great inner strength! What a great martial arts skill! This level of strength must be that of a peerless genius in the martial arts world today."

An old man's voice came from behind. Chen Beimo turned around and saw an old man with a white beard and wearing a Taoist robe. He looked like a man in his fifties or sixties, but his face was rosy and plump without any wrinkles like an ordinary old man.

At this moment, the man was holding a sword in one hand and stroking his long beard with the other, looking quite like an immortal. "Senior, you are..."

Chen Beimo asked because his spiritual sense did not detect the man's murderous intent.

"I am just an idle hermit, a martial artist." The old man said with a smile, "My name is Qinghua. I just saw that you are so good at light work and I couldn't help but feel itchy. So I tried to take action. I hope you can forgive me."

Chen Beimo was slightly happy in his heart. It seemed that this Taoist Qinghua was a reclusive martial arts master, and at least he had no hostility towards him.

"This is just a trivial trick that is not worth mentioning. I am sorry to have made you laugh at me, Senior!"

"Haha, your lightness skill can't be achieved so easily even by ordinary first-class masters. I'm afraid your fame is known everywhere in the martial arts world today." The old Taoist smiled and put the sword into the scabbard, and asked.

"I am just an ordinary person, my last name is Chen, my courtesy name is Yuling, and I am from Xi County, Guangnan. I am just going up the mountain to collect herbs."

Chen Beimo blurted out the lie without any hesitation.

"Yuling? Hmm, what a good name." Taoist Qinghua laughed, "It is fate that we met in the deep mountains and valleys. Would you like to come into my humble abode for a chat, young friend Yuling?"

"I have been longing for this, and I will go there willingly!"

Chen Beimo bowed and smiled, and was about to follow the old Taoist to the yard, but he saw his figure floating like a leaf, and he took a step ahead with a leap of several feet in the air.

"Is this old man trying to compete with me?"

He murmured in his heart, and how could there be a weird old man squatting in this desolate mountain wilderness instead of staying in his own yard on a rainy day?

Chen Beimo didn't bother to pay attention to him, but walked over slowly. He didn't know any light Kung Fu. Even though his body had been baptized and sublimated and he could easily jump over the house, he was still not as good as the first-class masters in the world in light Kung Fu.

If he had used the Kanshui true qi, it would naturally be no problem, but his Kanshui true qi is scarce now and naturally cannot be wasted on useless things.

So, when Chen Beimo walked into the courtyard carrying the frame, the old man was already sitting leisurely on a chair, with a pot of tea on the table, sipping it quietly.

"Young man, why don't you use Qinggong to travel?" The old Taoist smelled the tea and looked at him.

"The purpose of cultivating inner strength is not to waste it on such useless things." Chen Beimo walked into the house and looked at the courtyard. It was mostly built with wood and bamboo, and the roof was covered with thatched roof but it was very thick. The courtyard was simple and plain, and there was an antique bronze incense burner in the middle of the courtyard, with a faint smoke spreading out and turning into a calming fragrance.

"My friend, you have such a character at such a young age. No wonder you have such deep inner strength."

The old Taoist smiled and made him a cup of tea, then continued, "I have been living in seclusion here for more than ten years, desperately seeking a chance to break through. I wonder how the martial arts world is doing now? Please help me solve my doubts."

Chen Beimo's hand holding the teacup trembled. You, a martial arts master, don't know, so how can I, a good citizen of a small town, know?
"Well, I have always been devoted to studying medicine and not concerned with worldly affairs. Today, I came to the mountains to collect herbs and met you by chance."

"So that's how it is, it's a pity." Taoist Qinghua sighed, "I am already eighty years old this year, and I have been striving for the realm of first-class and perfect inner skills, but I have never been able to enter. It's really a pity.

This deep mountain is desolate and quiet. I haven't seen anyone in years. I've talked too much, please don't blame me, little brother."

"Senior, your hard work is admirable!" Chen Beimo complimented, and was also shocked in his heart. This old Taoist is actually the legendary first-class master? It seems that he is not just an ordinary first-class master. You know, the master of the Thunderbolt Hall is only a second-rate upper-grade master. So he met someone more powerful than the master of the Thunderbolt Hall?

"Unfortunately, I am old and not a true disciple of the five major sects. I can't comprehend the mystery of perfection by myself." At this point, Taoist Qinghua sighed, his eyes full of sadness, "Just because I am not a true disciple, even if my talent is far better than those so-called true disciples, I still cannot be taught the true secret of the immortal root. The head of Huashan Sect, Qu Ziqi, was jealous of my talent and expelled me from the sect!"

Chen Beimo was silent for a moment, as these words involved the ultimate secrets of the martial arts world, which was not something he could comment on. He simply took off the golden bell from his waist and sipped his tea calmly.

Taoist Qinghua became more and more excited as he spoke, with bloodshot eyes, and said crazily, "Even if I, Qinghuazi, am expelled from my sect, I will not give up the rumored path to immortality through martial arts.

The five major sects and the imperial court control the secret of this practice. Millions of people in the world have been deceived by them, but I will not."

He raised his eyes to look at Chen Beimo, with a greedy look that he had never shown before in his eyes, "Haven't you heard that there is always a way out? Just when I decided to spend the rest of my life here, I met you!"

"Senior, what do you mean by this?"

Chen Beimo sat as steady as a mountain, and poured himself a pot of tea in a familiar manner, and then filled the Qinghua cup opposite him with tea. "Senior, drink more tea.

Tea can calm the mind and clear the heart."

“Haha, don’t try to fool me with these words!” The madness in Qinghua’s eyes turned into a cold color, and he stared at him soberly and madly and said, “Until I met you, how could you have the internal strength and wonderful Qinggong comparable to that of a first-class master at such a young age? The youngest first-class master in the world can’t be only sixteen or seventeen years old!”

"Senior, your words are a bit absolute. There are so many adventures in the world. How can you be so sure that there can't be such a young first-class master in the world?" Chen Beimo asked with a smile, pinching the golden bell lightly with his fingers.

"Because, once upon a time, I was the youngest top-notch expert in the world!"

Taoist Qinghua laughed wildly, "I established my foundation at the age of three, tempered my bones at the age of five, practiced the Taihua Sutra at the age of seven, practiced the Fengyun Sword Technique at the age of twelve, swallowed the precious ginseng and ganoderma along the way, and became a second-rate master at the age of eighteen. At the age of twenty, I climbed Kunlun Mountain and swallowed the magical medicine Xuanyu Snow Lotus, which increased my internal strength by sixty years. At the age of twenty-one, I became the youngest first-rate master in the world, shocking the martial arts world!

At that time, the youngest top-notch masters in the world only achieved a breakthrough when they were nearly forty years old.”

Chen Beimo was shocked and said respectfully, "Senior, you are such a person! I am so disrespectful!"

"These are nothing but jokes." Qinghua's face turned into a bitter smile and self-mockery, "Back then, I defeated the top masters and became famous. I thought no one in the world could hurt me, so I climbed up the Zixia Peak of Huashan Mountain myself, but was easily defeated by a twelve-year-old child.

He told me that in this world, in addition to practicing internal martial arts, one can also practice the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to transform the body into reality, which is the legendary art of practicing Taoism and seeking immortality!
So I bowed down and begged the immortal on Zixia Peak to accept me as his disciple.

But he told me that only the true disciples of Huashan can have the opportunity to practice true qi.

I joined Huashan Sect without hesitation, starting as an outer disciple step by step, and willingly served as a thug for Huashan Sect for a full thirty years. But in the end, they told me that I was too old to practice anymore! They even expelled me because I was dissatisfied! "

At this point, Taoist Qinghua was as angry as a bull, with hatred in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to Chen Beimo, and a fierce smile appeared on his face. "I have been in this deep mountain for nearly 20 years, and there is nothing left to cultivate. I had planned to stay here for the rest of my life. Until I met you today, the moment I drew my sword to test you, I knew!
"

He opened his hands, stood up, and said excitedly: "I knew that you must have practiced true qi! You must have a method to practice true qi!"

(End of this chapter)