Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 19 Jian Gang
Lao Wang is furious!
The powerful internal force poured out like a tidal wave, first pressing heavily on the giant centipede's body.

The combination of hardness and softness of the palm force directly penetrated the hard shell and shattered the flesh and blood under the centipede's shell.

The big centipede twisted its body, and poisonous blood continued to seep out from the gaps in its broken shell, but Lao Wang had no intention of stopping. He struck it with three palms in succession. The palm power was surging, like three flowers gathered at the top of the head, smashing on the rock wall with a clanging sound.

Almost at the same time, Wang Chongyang's other hand also picked up two leaves of grass beside him and shot them at the Manggu Zhuha.

The Manggu Red Halibut spewed out a poisonous mist that corroded a blade of grass, but was lifted up by another blade of grass and slammed heavily into another stone wall.

A flash of cold light burst out, and the sword in Wang Chongyang's hand shot towards Manggu Zhuha as bright as a meteor.

In the flow of light from this sword, Qiu Chuji seemed to see the flow of air and the collision of the sword edge, as if sparks were splashing out in the void.

With a burst of poisonous mist spreading, the battle at the bottom of the cave came to an end.

"What a powerful sword technique, Master, is this move the unique sword technique of our Quanzhen Sect, 'One Qi Transformed into Three Pure Ones'?"

Qiu Chuji recalled Wang Chongyang's sword move just now and felt extremely envious.

Compared with Wang Chongyang's swordsmanship, his swordsmanship is like a child dancing with a wooden sword.

"No, it's just an ordinary stab!" Wang Chongyang replied.

This answer makes people feel even more discouraged.

The arrogance that Qiu Chuji had developed over the past two days due to his greatly improved skills was instantly worn down.

"Don't think too much. I learned it bit by bit through practice." Wang Chongyang said gently to Qiu Chuji.

Then he took out a bag from his arms, walked to the four-color orchid, dug it up with its roots, stuffed it into his pocket, and kept it properly.

Qiu Chuji pointed at the dead body of Manggu Zhuha nailed to the rock wall and said, "Master! I have heard that Manggu Zhuha can refine elixirs that can resist all kinds of poisons. I wonder if we can imitate him?"

Although it is said that after mastering the Vajra Indestructible Art, one can withstand more than 90% of the poisons in the world, there are still some strange poisons that cannot be guarded against.

It would be great if we could refine this Manggu Red Clam into a detoxifying pill.

Qiu Chuji prepared for a rainy day, and the person he had to guard against was not others, but the Western Poison Ouyang Feng.

Wang Chongyang said, “Yes, I have heard of it, but there is no one in Quanzhen Sect who is good at refining pills.”

"Master, do you know Huang Yaoshi?"

Qiu Chuji did not know whether the name of East Evil Huang Yaoshi had already been circulated in the martial arts world before the Huashan Sword Contest or was spread by gossipers after the Huashan Sword Contest.

However, anyone who can reach the top in the world should not be unknown before reaching the top.

It is possible that Wang Chongyang had already had some interactions with Huang Yaoshi.

"I have heard of it, but I have never seen it." Wang Chongyang's answer made Qiu Chuji somewhat disappointed.

But it makes sense when you think about it. Among the Five Greatest Masters of the World, Duan Zhixing is still the king or prince of Dali, Ouyang Feng is still fighting in the Western Regions, Huang Yaoshi likes to wander around the world in a disguised manner, and is used to being a otaku on an isolated island in the East China Sea. Only Wang Chongyang and Hong Qigong often travel around the Central Plains.

"That's a pity. I heard that this person is good at medicine, divination, and astrology, and is even better at making pills and medicines."

“If we can find them and start refining the elixir, I think the medicinal power of both the Manggu Red Clam and the Four-Colored Orchid can be fully stimulated.”

Qiu Chuji just sighed casually, but heard Wang Chongyang say: "Although I don't know him, I can send someone to ask around. If they can find him and make the medicine, I can offer him a reward. That would be good."

Qiu Chuji looked at Wang Chongyang strangely. Based on the little he knew about Wang Chongyang, he should not be the kind of person who likes to mobilize a large army.

Later, when he saw his master solemnly put it into his pocket, he understood.

Although the Four-Colored Orchid is known as the "Resurrection Herb", it is just a magical herb. There is no guarantee that it can completely cure Lin Chaoying. Wang Chongyang wanted to take extra insurance.

They found some vines and grass paths and made straw ropes to tie up the bodies of the Manggu red clam and the giant centipede. Then the master and his disciple started their journey back to the mountain.

Two hours later, Wang Chongyang returned to the Chongyang Palace camp and went straight to prepare medicine. He planned to scrape some from the rhizomes of the four-color orchid, mix it with some auxiliary medicines, and boil a pot of tonic soup to send to Lin Chaoying.

Qiu Chuji didn't need to follow suit and be a light bulb, so he found a secluded place, kept recalling Wang Chongyang's sword, and then tried to imitate it.

After doing it dozens of times, he actually found a trick.

After finding the trick, Qiu Chuji practiced the sword for dozens more times, but found that although he had pushed the door open a little, he could not widen the gap no matter what. After some self-reflection, he found out the problem.

"My sword isn't steady enough!"

This is a lack of foundation, as well as a lack of accumulation, physical habits, and instinctive reactions.

It is indeed easier for a genius in martial arts to reach the top, but this does not mean that there is no need for practice and accumulation.

If we don't count the time he spent practicing Taizu Changquan before, Qiu Chuji had only been officially practicing martial arts for less than two months. No matter how talented he was or how lucky he was, it would have been difficult for him to lay a solid foundation in the basics.

Knowing the problem, Qiu Chuji began to practice "Zhou Gong Sword Technique" honestly.

As for the so-called return to origin and sticking to the 'basic sword moves', there is no need to be so entangled.

In fact, any sword technique is formed by arranging and combining these basic sword moves in different ways.

This means that as long as it is a complete and formal sword technique, practicing it more will have the effect of strengthening the basics.

Time passed quietly as he practiced swordsmanship.

I don't know how long it took, but Wang Chongyang's voice suddenly rang out from the side: "Stop for a while!"

"Look at me using a sword again!"

Qiu Chuji turned around and saw Wang Chongyang draw out his sword and then wave it in front of him.

"what!"

Qiu Chuji quickly noticed the difference.

Wang Chongyang also gave an explanation: "We often say that we should cultivate both the inner and the outer, but how do we cultivate both?"

“I think it’s about incorporating breathing, rhythm, and cadence into every move.”

The long sword swept across, and the fog that filled the mountains and forests not only did not dissipate under the sword edge, but instead expanded and contracted, as if the sword in Wang Chongyang's hand was a living thing.

"The sword has spirit, absorbing and exhaling the Qi of mountains and rivers."

"Nothing can stop me from moving, and I can take in everything in the world."

One sword, one sword, and another sword, fast and slow, retreat and advance, attack and defense, constantly changing in front of Qiu Chuji's eyes. At first it seemed clear, but gradually it became blurred.

In Qiu Chuji's eyes, Wang Chongyang, wielding a long sword, seemed to have turned into a huge pill that was flashing with cold light. The heaven and earth were his furnace, constantly tempering it.

hum!
The sound of the long sword vibrating was heard, and the tip of the sword in Wang Chongyang's hand suddenly grew another foot larger, as bright as the sun.

"Sword energy!" Qiu Chuji murmured.

Perhaps the sword energy can be displayed by a first-rate swordsman, but the sword power has an indestructible ability that can only be displayed by a truly top-notch swordsman.

(End of this chapter)