Cultivation of immortality in the troubled times of demons and martial arts

Two months later.

In Sanyuan City, there is a martial arts hall.

The interior is still deserted.

Fang Xi didn't care either.

At this time, he was lying on the Grand Master's chair, taking away the book covering his face, with a hint of joy: "Since unlocking the Three Talents Formation Pattern, I can finally understand a little bit of that inheritance..."

Although she only understood the beginning, Fang Xi still maintained great enthusiasm.

In fact, he also knows that even if he undergoes a major foundation building repair and is assisted by divine consciousness, if he wants to make progress in the four arts of cultivation, it still depends on his qualifications and the resources he invests in later!

For example, an alchemist in the foundation building stage may be able to quickly refine a first-level elixir. After spending a lot of resources, he can even try to refine a second-level elixir, but the investment and output may not be able to maintain capital.

How far you can reach it in the end depends on your talent!

Not to mention, the formation is even more special.

With his qualifications, he obviously belongs to the thankless type.

But...is there nothing we can do now?

Since I only have this level of formation inheritance in hand, I can only bite the bullet.

"Huh... ha..."

There was not a single person on the grounds in the front yard of the martial arts school.

At this time, there was still a girl in red who was practicing boxing against the wooden stakes.

She is much taller than her peers and her cheeks are red. Although she is not very beautiful, she is somewhat pretty.

"Master, how did I do?"

The girl finished a set of punches and looked at Fang Xi expectantly.

"Not bad, not bad..." Fang Xi praised without sincerity: "If you can perform this set of 'Hunyuan Fist' so well, I think it won't be long before you can initially grasp the energy and blood and enter the first transformation level. You will be able to practice it in the future." Zhenli, becoming a famous hero of the previous generation in the world is just around the corner, just around the corner..."

This girl's name is 'Sun Hongdie', and she is the daughter of the neighbor next door, Uncle Sun.

I didn't know why I was crazy enough to practice martial arts before, but the Sun family's money was not enough to pay the entry fees for those large and small martial arts schools.

It just so happened that Fang Xi's martial arts gym was right next door, which made it convenient for Sun Hongdie to go home, and the charges were quite low.

So the two sides hit it off and let Sun Hongdie enter Youjian Martial Arts School.

and……

"Hongdie, the firewood at home hasn't been chopped yet!"

From the wall next to him, a man's head suddenly popped out, it was Uncle Sun.

"oh!"

Sun Hongdie had to put aside her martial arts dream and go back to fetch water and chop firewood...

When I came back, I still hadn’t practiced burning incense.

"Hongdie, it's time to cook..."

This time the head poking out from the next door was that of a woman, Sun Hongdie’s mother.

"oh!"

Hongdie agreed, with a look of embarrassment on her face.

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly narrowed her eyes and looked Fang Xi up and down like a fox: "Master... have you made an agreement with my family? Did you deliberately trick me into practicing martial arts?"

She had long suspected that the charges at this martial arts gym were actually only one-tenth of those at other martial arts gyms, and she even got a 30% discount on top of that!

This is too cheap!

"This...it really doesn't happen. You have to believe me as a teacher."

Fang Xi opened her eyes wide, as if they were full of sincerity.

"I don't believe you! This Hunyuan Fist doesn't seem to be very powerful..."

Sun Hongdie murmured to herself.

At this time, Uncle Sun next door walked into the martial arts studio with a smile: "Nephew Fang Leng, come and have a drink with us tonight? I just chopped some good pig head here!"

"Well, very good!" Fang Xi put down the book and responded with a smile.

"The relationship is good, I'll let my mother-in-law cook two more dishes!"

Uncle Sun laughed.

In fact, he calculated very well. Although Fang Leng was a foreigner and had no apprentices in the martial arts school, he was rich!

He inquired and found out that this house was not rented, but bought!

Moreover, if you can open a martial arts gym, you will definitely know martial arts and be healthy!

Rich, young, handsome, healthy... what is this? This is the best choice for son-in-law!

His Hongdie was fifteen and still hadn't gotten married yet, so she was almost dying of anxiety.

Moreover, this girl is still shouting crazily that she wants to practice martial arts. Is that the job of a woman to be a martial artist?

But in the end he agreed, not because there was a martial arts studio with cheap fees, but because those who were near the water came first!

As for tuition? If you give it now, won’t you have to take it back ruthlessly later? The other party still has to beg him to accept it!

Thinking of this, Uncle Sun couldn't help but touch his beard proudly.

Sun Hongdie stared at her father, always feeling that the other party was brewing some conspiracy.

But little did he know that Uncle Sun had already planned to package up and sell her, this salty-egg daughter...

The braised pork head meat is very fragrant, and the rice wine brewed by the Zhang family in the alley is also good.

Fang Xi ate quite happily, but it was a little annoying that Uncle Sun asked Sun Hongdie to come over to pick up vegetables and wine from time to time.

But he didn't care. He was Sun Hongdie's teacher. Once he was a teacher, he was always a father.

Isn't it right for a daughter to serve her father at meals?

…

night.

After eating and drinking to her heart's content, Fang Xi was humming a tune all the way and was about to take out the key and open the door to the martial arts hall when she suddenly looked to the side.

In the cold wind of the night, there seemed to be two dark objects squirming, like wild dogs.

"Stray kid?"

How amazing is Fang Xi's eyesight? I saw it directly. What was huddled in the corner in the dark was not some wild cat or dog, but... a human!

They were two skinny children with tattered clothes, like little beggars, huddled in the corner to avoid the wind and keep warm.

"You...where are you beggars?"

Fang Xi walked over and asked the older one.

The older one, with messy hair, raised his head and showed a flattering smile: "Uncle... We belong to the Earth Temple, but the Earth Temple is now occupied by a few beggars from outside... Please be kind and give me something to eat... "

This slightly older beggar looked like a child of twelve or thirteen years old, but Fang Xi observed through Qi and blood and felt that he was about fifteen years old and that he was suffering from chronic malnutrition.

"How difficult the world is... What's your name?" Fang Xi thought of Zhang Mintan and couldn't help but ask.

"Qing... Qingsang!"

Qingsang looked at the big man with prayer in his eyes.

If there is no more food, they may starve to death the next day.

However, he saw the other party open the door, walk in, and then... bang!

The door was slammed shut.

Qingsang lowered his head, the hope in his eyes gradually dissipated...

"Brother...I'm hungry!"

The smaller beggar murmured, not knowing whether he was hungry or confused or dreaming.

The cold wind remains.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Snapped!

From the wall courtyard, several white objects were thrown out and landed at their feet.

"This is... a steamed bun? Dumb, get up quickly... there are some steamed buns to eat."

Qingsang grabbed the steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth. How long had it been since she had experienced this sweet and filling feeling?

The dumb guy next to him was also grabbing the steamed bun and chewing it hard. It seemed that he was no longer a human being, but a beast!

…

The next day.

early morning.

Fang Xi opened the door of the martial arts hall and stretched comfortably in the sunshine.

"Uncle...Uncle!"

A timid voice sounded next to him.

"Oh? Is it you? Still not leaving?"

Fang Xi narrowed her eyes slightly.

The favor of rice rises, and the hatred of rice rises.

If this beggar thinks he is easy to talk to and wants to get a long-term meal ticket, then...

"Thank you so much for the meal yesterday!"

Qingsang and Ah-Dai kowtowed twice, then got up and left.

Having been in the market for many years, he knows very well that he cannot always count on the kindness and charity of others...

"etc!"

At this time, Fang Xi suddenly stopped the two of them: "As you have seen, I run a martial arts gym. Since we are destined, I will teach you a move!"

When little beggars take to the streets, they are easily bullied by adult beggars. After all, they are young and weak.

Qingsang stopped immediately and stared at Fang Xi with bright eyes.

Fang Xi didn't hesitate, stretched out her right hand, put her five fingers together into a fist, swung it back, and suddenly swung it out!

boom!

There was an explosion in the air.

"This move of Stealing the Moon is most suitable for people of short stature... When performing it, remember that the force comes from the feet to the waist..."

He explained a few sentences carefully.

This is not some Qi-blood martial art, just a few additional tricks.

Even if you practice to a great extent, you will not be able to enter the transformation of Qi and blood, but may damage your body.

It’s similar to the ‘killing move’!

But... I have to admit that it works very quickly! As long as you practice it well, you can't deal with masters, but you can definitely deal with those who don't know martial arts!

Especially this move, the 'Moon Stealing Style', is performed by a child. It specializes in the lower three lanes. If you are not careful, there is a risk of breaking the egg...

If it were used in a serious competition, it would definitely be scolded by the audience.

But why would a beggar care about this?

As for damaging the body? If we can't get food, Qingsang and Qingsang may starve to death in a few days...

Compared to the immediate death, the subsequent damage was nothing at all.

"Okay, let's go!"

After teaching the two beggars, Fang Xi went directly back to the martial arts studio.

This time, it was just a whim, nothing more.

He also wants to see what the seeds he has planted now will look like in the future.

After returning to the martial arts studio, he spread out white paper in his quiet room, held a brush in hand, and started practicing calligraphy!

Yes, just practice calligraphy!

According to the tips taught by Linghushan on the secret book of the Five Thunder Hands of Yuanhe, the fourth step of the martial arts master's integration of Shen and Jin mainly depends on enlightenment.

But there are no secret ways to speed up the progress.

The secret method of Yuanhe Mountain is to practice calligraphy!

By writing continuously, adjusting the real strength of the wrist and fingers, and combining it with the brush, we strive to make the written words both physical and spiritual!

According to Linghushan, when he was drunk, he impromptuly copied an ancient poem and made a breakthrough on the spot...

“The combination of God and strength, the combination of hand and strength, finally fall on the paper...”

Fang Xi looked at the word 'forever' she had written and frowned. The crookedness was a bit serious.

But there is no way. When writing, it is a very troublesome thing to control the real energy on the wrist to operate according to special rules.

It's like asking ordinary people to write with dozens of kilograms of stones tied to their arms. If they can write, it's good.

"It seems...you still have to accumulate."

Fang Xi thought a little helplessly.