The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 10: Funeral Ultimatum
In the early morning, the mist was hazy and the air was cold.

Xuanzhen Temple, backyard.

Chu Zhou's fists were like claws, rising like the wind, and he moved around, sometimes with a relaxed posture, sometimes with swift and powerful movements, sometimes with a raging rush, and sometimes with endless movements.
In his movements, he really was like a flying dragon, free and unrestrained.

He practiced the three movements of the swimming dragon three times before stopping. When he retracted his body, he had already assumed the stance of standing meditation. His rapid breathing was constantly calming down, forming a fixed rhythm.

Until this moment, the pores all over his body seemed to open up, and a large amount of hot air evaporated out. When it hit the cold air, it formed bursts of rising mist, which was quite magical.

This was Chu Zhou's first time to formally practice this improved "Wrathful Dragon Turning the River Hand". He felt his blood surging all over his body and his strength flowing freely, like a tide, pouring out from deep within his body.

They wash the tendons, flow through the bones, surge in the muscles, and impact the membranes. They strengthen the body, combining the four exercises of tendons, flesh, skin and bones into one. The feeling is simply different.

Wave after wave, repeatedly surges through the body, overdrawing physical strength while bringing a clear sense of transparency.

It seemed that through the energy, blood and strength, he could feel every part of his body and try to control it precisely.

Of course, if you have mastered the skills, you might be able to control it, but it is definitely not possible now.

Moreover, with the decline of Qi, blood and strength, this sense of control is also rapidly weakening.

However, Chu Zhou still closed his eyes, savoring, thinking, and feeling.

After only three rounds of training, he had a deeper understanding of the martial arts in this world.

For example, Qi and blood originate from human blood and are the essence of it. They can be simply understood as the nutrients needed by the human body, which are transported to various parts of the body to provide energy.

Therefore, the most important thing about Qi and blood is to control it. Only when you have it under control can you send it to where it is needed.

At the beginning of martial arts training, the Qi and blood are insufficient, so various food supplements, soups and medicines, and even medicinal baths are needed to continuously replenish them in order to strengthen the Qi and blood.

Strength is generated between muscles, skin and bones and begins with human activities. That is to say, strength flows with every movement a person makes.

But only a martial arts master can combine this strength into one, so that every punch and kick can have great power.

Therefore, what strength needs most is concentration.

The nourishment of Qi and blood to the body and the loss of strength to the body form a virtuous cycle.

Subsequently, the physical body becomes stronger and stronger through repeated consumption and repair, and this is also the basis for the existence of the Body Tempering Realm.

Therefore, although there is a sequence in controlling qi and blood and condensing strength, they are not born from the same source. Those with outstanding talents can comprehend both at the same time.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Chu Zhou. When he was optimizing his skills, he had already achieved this kind of comprehension requirement.

At most, his qi and blood are weaker, and his strength is also weaker, but for him, grasping and condensing it is a natural thing.

Only after passing these two levels will it be possible to further temper the body, and only then can you be considered to have truly crossed the threshold and become a warrior or a practitioner.

Of course, it was only three times of "Three Swimming Dragon Styles", but Chu Zhou still felt like he wanted more.

It's not that he still has the energy to practice more, but he just feels that the three moves of the dragon are not up to his ability.

After thinking for a while, Chu Zhou already had an idea in his mind. "The Angry Dragon Flipping the River" is ultimately a kind of hand skill. Even the four major levels of "tendons, flesh, skin and bones" are mainly concentrated on a pair of hands.

When one has cultivated to the highest level, his hands become like dragon claws with amazing gripping power. Turning stones into mud is no big deal, as his five claws can make five holes with one grab.

However, this has something to do with body tempering, as the need to temper the muscles, skin and bones of the entire body is still somewhat biased.

Therefore, it would be best to add some more content to complete this practice and spread it throughout the body to make it perfect.

When this thought came to Chu Zhou's mind, many ideas came to his mind. However, that was all matter for the future.

He was thinking for a long time, but in fact it was only a cup of tea's time. When he finished regulating his breathing, he opened his eyes again and saw his two fellow apprentice brothers standing not far away.

Junior brother Yi Huai was holding a washbasin and a towel, looking at his senior brother with excitement, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Xu Cheng was holding a huge bowl, with gusts of hot air wafting out, accompanied by a strong medicinal aroma.

Seeing that his senior brother had finished his practice, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Senior brother, this is the tonic you requested. It is best to drink it when it has just cooled down."

"it is good!"

Chu Zhou responded, took it, tested the temperature, and took a big gulp.

Even though he was prepared, his brows were furrowed with bitterness. But after a slight hesitation, he hardened his heart and drank the rest.

It tasted very bitter in the mouth, but the effect was amazing. Only moments after the medicine entered the stomach, a stream of warm currents rose up, and along with every breath, the exhausted body began to recover.

Although Taoist Xuanzhen did not achieve anything famous with his skills, the prescriptions recorded in the old books were the result of his several revisions. In terms of the effect of replenishing qi and nourishing blood, they are first-class.

In addition, Chu Zhou used real ingredients, and just this bowl of medicinal soup made him feel full.

"Brother, brother, ahem, well, wash your face, please?"

Yi Huai spoke, and Chu Zhou naturally did not refuse. He picked up the towel and wiped his face roughly.

But it's not over yet...

"Brother, brother, are you thirsty? I've poured some water for you, would you like a sip?"

"Brother, brother, you just finished practicing martial arts. Are you tired? Sit down and let me massage your shoulders."

"Senior brother..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Chu Zhou stopped the two little guys from being so attentive, looked them straight in the eye, and said, "If you have anything to ask, just ask directly."

Yi Huai rubbed his hands: "Brother, um, why is what you just practiced different from what we usually practice?"

Chu Zhou: "That's because Master didn't teach me everything before, and I didn't have any strong medicine to take."

Yi Huai gestured: "So, is this martial arts? Is it the same as what is taught in the martial arts school?"

Chu Zhou: "It should be better than what is taught in the martial arts school. Then what?"

Xu Cheng stammered: "Brother, brother, can we learn it?" Chu Zhou: "Of course!"

Yi Huai exclaimed: "Ah, is it really possible?"

"of course can!"

Chu Zhou replied casually, then looked at the two fellow apprentices who were still a little bit incredulous, and said softly: "My two fellow apprentices, Master is gone, so everything in the past has become a thing of the past.

From now on, the three of us brothers will be considered family members."

"Of course, as long as you are willing, I can teach you everything I know. You have no choice but to learn!"

Xu Cheng and Yi Huai looked at each other and bowed in conviction: "Thank you, Senior Brother!"

"Then let's wait until today is over. After today, when Master is buried, we will have a better tomorrow."

……

On the eighth day of the coffin resting place, the funeral will be held and the body will be buried.

Fan Zhong had made arrangements early on, and when Chu Zhou left the backyard and arrived at the main hall, the place was already full of people.

There were hundreds of people beating gongs, drums, suona instruments, carrying coffins, and people who came spontaneously to attend the funeral.

At Fan Zhong's shout, Chu Zhou smashed the earthenware jar used to burn paper. There was a loud bang, and smoke and ash flew everywhere.

As if receiving some kind of signal, the sound of suona resounded throughout the venue, driving the gongs and drums and the crowd, which had already formed a long queue and rushed forward.

At this time, Chu Zhou was already holding the tablet and walking in front. As the funeral music played, his mood became a little depressed.

That’s right, Taoist Xuanzhen was not very kind to his fellow disciples. He always scolded and punished them physically. If they did something that didn’t go their way, they would be beaten.

But you cannot deny that it was the old Taoist who saved them, gave them food and drink, and taught them to read and write.

This grace of saving your life cannot be faked!

Chu Zhou had a lot of gratitude in his heart, so he took action before the old Taoist Xuan Zhen was devoured during the ghost-catching operation last night.

The distance from Xuanzhen Temple to the cemetery was not long. It took them only about a quarter of an hour to reach the destination.

It was a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. It was a location that Taoist Xuanzhen had explored during his lifetime and a grave had already been dug out there.

Under the guidance of an old man specially invited by Fan Zhong, the coffin was buried, the grave mound was raised, and the tombstone was erected.

The process was complicated yet smooth. Under Fan Zhong's scheduling and arrangement, the last bit of dignity belonging to Taoist Xuan Zhen was restored.

Only at the end, a visitor came forward and bowed again and again, and Chu Zhou led his two fellow apprentices to kneel down again and again in return.

Originally, everything was going smoothly until the end, when the Xue Mansion's butler came again.

He was still plump, with his head held high, looking arrogant.

He bowed casually, then stood there, staring at Chu Zhou, and asked almost impolitely: "I wonder what you think of what I said to Taoist Master Chu a few days ago?"

Chu Zhou suddenly raised his head, his face gloomy, and said: "My master has just been buried, and you are so aggressive?"

The Xue housekeeper sneered and said, "I came here only to give face to your master, after his funeral!

Okay, stop talking nonsense, I'm asking you one last time, do you want to or not?"

At this moment, Chu Zhou was so angry that he laughed, and said word by word: "If I don't agree, what can you do to me?"

"What else can I do? If you don't agree, then don't agree!"

The Xue Mansion’s housekeeper seemed to have guessed this result a long time ago, and was not surprised. He just looked at Chu Zhou as if he was looking at a dead person: "In this case, I will turn around and explain it to my master."

"However, Taoist Master Chu, without my master's words, no one will care about your Xuanzhen Temple in the future.

If anything unexpected happens to you, don't blame us for not warning you."

"An unexpected event? This is a naked threat!"

Chu Zhou chewed over these words, as if he could sense the bloody storm behind them.

Suddenly, he smiled, looked at the plump butler, and asked, "I only know that you are the head butler of Xue Mansion, but I don't know your name. Can you tell me?"

"Why do you ask my name?"

"You have to know who I'm talking to, right?"

"Haha, you should remember my name, the steward of the Xue Mansion, the master gave me the name Xue Nu!

You should remember this name. For the rest of your life, perhaps it will be your nightmare."

Having said this, Xue Nu no longer wanted to waste time, so he turned around and said, "Let's go!"

He led two burly servants and strode away.

The people around were so shocked by the confrontation that they were silent.

Some of those who were frightened had already run away, while the rest looked at Chu Zhou as if he were a dead man.

In Baisha City, the county magistrate said he wanted to kill one person. He couldn’t say all of them, but there was a 99% chance that the person was dead.

But at this moment, Chu Zhou was staring at Xue Nu's receding figure, stroking the scarlet wooden plate on his waist, clicking it again and again, with a slight sneer on his lips.

"As the first person I want to kill, I have to know your name!"

"Xue Nu, Xue Nu, you are like a dog."

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