The Legend of the Condor Heroes: I became one of the Five Great Masters by drawing cards

Chapter 69: Imitating Qi Gong
(Tian Jiangen’s age has been corrected, sorry.)
He founded his own sect at the age of 18, and his disciples are several years older than his master.
Is this reasonable?

Before Tian Jiangen could kneel down, Gu Ping'an grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up.

"Don't mention the matter of becoming my disciple anymore, just follow me."

The two went out and came to the woods outside the house.

"I can see that you have good intentions. Just accept me as your disciple. I will teach you a set of sword techniques."

Gu Ping'an also thought of one thing after another.

He had just parted with Qi Gong, and now he thought of the old beggar's habit of teaching people kung fu but not accepting disciples, and he became interested.

He had never had time to study before. Although the systematic martial arts could not be passed on to others directly, the techniques and insights were imprinted in his mind.

Thinking about it this way, why bother looking for a famous teacher for Nianci? Why not just teach her myself?

Tian Jiangen felt even more embarrassed when a pie suddenly fell from the sky.

"Young Master Gu, I..."

"What are you talking about? You're so fussy. Are you going to learn or not?"

"study!"

"By the way, I heard you say before that you learned internal skills from a Taoist priest, but where did your light skills come from?" Gu Ping'an recalled the conversation in Wangting Town and asked curiously.

"That's all something I figured out. When I was a kid, I loved playing in the lake, watching the fish swim. I don't know how I got this."

Gu Ping'an was shocked when he heard this.

At such a young age, you can create your own martial arts skills just by looking at fish?

What martial arts genius?
"There are waves near the lake, so I can't swim fast enough whenever I try to catch fish. But the fish aren't affected at all. Instead, they swim faster and faster against the waves."

Tian Jiangen scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"I just imitated their movements, and slowly I was able to catch them. I heard from the Pingtan masters that good skills have names, so I gave it a name too, 'Triple Waves'."

"Not bad," Gu Ping'an changed his tone and asked, "What was the nursery rhyme that the Taoist priest taught you?"

"When the mind is calm, the emotions are forgotten; when the body is weak, the Qi flows; when the heart dies, the spirit lives; when the Yang is strong, the Yin disappears."

You call this a nursery rhyme?

Gu Ping'an couldn't help but roll his eyes. This was clearly Quanzhen Heart Method!
Although he had never drawn this secret method, he had read the original novel of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". When Ma Yu taught Guo Jing internal strength, he used the same formula.

"Is that Taoist priest around forty or thirty years old, with his hair in a three-knot bun, a ruddy complexion, and a kind expression?"

Tian Jiangen frowned slightly, recalled a little, and shook his head.

"That Taoist priest is indeed very kind, but he is definitely not more than thirty or forty years old. His hair and beard are all gray, so he must be at least fifty or sixty years old!"

So much older than Ma Yu, one of the Seven True Masters?!
Gu Pingan was immediately shocked. Could it be that the one who taught the mental method was Wang Chongyang?!
He couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he simply stopped thinking about it and drew the knife from Tian Jiangen's waist.

"Come on, I'll teach you the knife skills I used that night. How much you can learn is up to you."

He was talking about the time when he drew the "Burning Wood Sword Technique" of "Shaolin Xuan Generation Three Monks". This was the sword technique he used to kill many martial artists in the Qian Mansion before.

Tian Jiangen knew that he did not accept kneeling, so he bowed deeply and watched carefully.

Gu Ping'an looked around and happened to see a dead tree.

He took a deep breath, concentrated his mind and drew his sword. In a flash, eighty-one sword strikes fell on both sides of the dead tree. The blade did not touch the wood, not even the bark was hurt. However, flames suddenly ignited on the tree.

Tian Jiangen was stunned and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Gu Ping'an extinguished the fire on the dead tree with his palm wind, and then pressed the blade against Tian Jiangen's arm.

"Ouch!"

Tian Jiangen cried out when he felt the heat from the blade, and then he reacted.

"This is a unique sword technique. When mastered to a high level, the heat from the blade alone can ignite wood without damaging it at all, hence the name 'Wood-Burning Sword Technique'."

Even an old monk who has practiced for a lifetime can only reach this level of proficiency in one of the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills. Gu Ping'an, relying on his cheat, immediately subdued Tian Jiangen with one move.

Tian Jiangen's eyes were full of admiration: "This is truly amazing!"

"Practice slowly, and you will be able to do it one day."

Gu Ping'an gave him some encouragement, then broke down the moves and practiced them several times, explaining the moves' formulas and his thoughts and experiences to him in detail.

"I will never let my master down."

Tian Jiangen was halfway through his words when Gu Ping'an glared back at him.

"Practice slowly, I'm going back to continue drinking!"

The sound of a blade breaking through the air behind him was heard, and it sounded quite realistic.

But why does this combination of light skills and quick swordsmanship seem a little familiar?

Gu Ping'an suddenly stopped, turned around and added another sentence.

"Remember to instruct your descendants to swear an oath not to engage in flower-stealing activities, or they will not be allowed to learn Qinggong and this sword technique!"

Tian Jiangen had no idea that he was not talking about himself. He just thought that he was remembering what happened at Wangting, so he quickly agreed and made a vow on the spot.

The banquet lasted until midnight and everyone was drunk.

Guo Jing was a very honest person. After finishing his glass of wine, he slipped under the table early.

Gu Ping'an had not expected that these southern disciples of the Beggar Gang had such amazing alcohol tolerance. If he had not used all the techniques he had learned in his life to avoid drinking, his fate would probably have been no better than Guo Jing's.

Mu Nianci took good care of him until he fell asleep, and when he woke up it was already noon the next day.

Everyone said goodbye reluctantly and set off on their own journey.

It was over two thousand miles from Baoying to Mount Zhongnan, and the two of them walked for over half a month before finally arriving in Jingzhao Prefecture.

Guanxi is different from Jiangnan, and its customs and culture are quite different.

At noon that day, after passing Chang'an, the two men felt very hungry, so they found a small stall beside the official road to stay for a while.

Seeing someone sitting down, the stall owner next to the stove stood up lazily and put two large bowls on the table, each containing a half-inch thick, palm-sized pancake.

"This is?"

Mu Nianci has traveled all over the country with Yang Tiexin over the years and has been to many places, but this is the first time she has seen such a scene.

"Sir, just eating bread is a bit too choking. Do you have any other food? We'll pay for it."

The shopkeeper noticed she didn't have a local accent, so he looked her up and down and asked, "Have you ever had Pao Mo?"

His accent was so thick that Mu Nianci simply couldn't understand him. She could only smile awkwardly and ask again.

"What are you soaking in?"

"Pao Mo! Mutton Pao Mo!" The shopkeeper couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Gu Ping'an laughed so hard that his stomach ached. He pulled her arm and pointed at his bowl.

The pancake in his hand had been broken in half, and in the bowl were tiny pieces of pancake, each the size of a soybean.

The stall owner also saw his action and immediately showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"This boy is smart. He eats steamed buns just like that. He breaks them into small pieces himself and slurps them loudly!"

Gu Ping'an waved at him, broke off the half of the pancake in his hand, and switched the bowls in front of the two people.

　An age patch was added, and the content in brackets does not count towards the paid word count.

　　I can't quite remember the Xi'an dialect, so if it's not clear to me, please leave a message to remind me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)