Chapter 3 Hug the thigh

"No, no, I have to go pee, I'm about to explode." Wang Wu threw the wine glass and stood up.

"Go away, go away. You still drink with such a small amount of alcohol. Get away from me and don't make me feel nauseous." Li Er looked disgusted.

Wang Wu staggered away. He came to a tree, cursing, "Damn it, you're still talking about me, if you have the guts, don't piss." He untied his belt.

呲——

A smooth black line of light passed across Wang Wu's neck.

"Ah, haha." Wang Wu covered his neck which was bleeding profusely, but he could not stop the slip of life.

A figure emerged from behind him and covered his mouth.

"Take a deep breath and relax." The voice came from behind him. It was not known whether it was directed to Wang Wu or himself. Gu Qingyuan hugged Wang Wu in his arms as if he was hugging a lover.

Gu Qingyuan, who was killing someone for the first time, locked Wang Wu tightly in his arms. He watched Wang Wu gradually die with turmoil in his stomach.

Gu Qingyuan dragged Wang Wu's limp body behind a tree with trembling hands and searched him, only finding a few silver coins. Wang Wu's sword was still on the table.

On the other side, Li Er waited and waited but no one came.

"Damn it, this kid Wang Wu wouldn't be drunk to death. He said he couldn't drink, but he still let me order him around." Li Er shook his body and stopped after every step.

Danger? How could there be any danger for a few chicks who had just learned the skills? Li Er didn't think about it at all.

"Hiss..." Li Er shook his head, feeling dizzy and heavy. He pulled up his crotch and walked forward.

After walking for a while, Li Er finally saw Wang Wu leaning against a tree, seemingly fast asleep. "Fuck, he can really run."

Getting closer and closer, Li Er came under the tree, turned Wang Wu over and made him face him. Just as he was about to speak, he felt his hands were wet. Taking advantage of the moonlight, Li Er seemed to see something on Wang Wu's chest.

He shook his head to dispel the drunkenness, then took a closer look and was so frightened that he broke out in a sweat and was almost sober.

Blood, it’s blood.

Li Er shouted in his heart, and only then did he smell the smell of blood covered by the alcohol, and was about to shout for help.

A figure fell from the branch.

He pinched Li Er's mouth with one hand and held the iron sheet with the other.

puff
The iron piece pierced Li Er's back fiercely, blocking the words he was about to shout out and also blocking his last chance of survival.

The sharp blade passed across Li Er's neck, leaving a trail of blood.

His eyes looked at the thin figure walking out from behind him.

"It's you..." The voice was barely audible.

Li Er had an impression of this man. He was the most talented and the most honest among this group of medicine boys. Other medicine boys dared to be naughty, but this one was the most obedient. He and Wang Wu even deliberately played tricks on him several times.

But it was this most obedient wimp who cost him his life, so was everything before just a disguise?
"Okay..." After saying that, Li Er was silent.

Under the bright moonlight, the young man searched himself, took out the knife, and walked outside in one go.

Just as a dragon returns to the sea and a tiger descends from the mountain.
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This is a seemingly true world. The emperor is young and the eunuchs are in power. Led by Feng Zhong, who practices "The Great Method of Heaven and Man Transformation", there are ten eunuchs, known as the "Ten Eunuchs", who control the government, collect heavy taxes and levies, causing confusion among the people of the world.

In Julu County there was a sorcerer named Zhang who obtained the "Taiping Zhenglei Order" and could call the wind and rain, drive thunder and lightning. The people worshipped him as a god. He also drew talismans to make weapons and cut grass to make spears. He called himself the "Taiping Army" and mobilized the people to rise up in rebellion.

All of a sudden, heroes from all over the world came together to encircle and suppress the evildoer.

Of course, all this has nothing to do with Gu Qingyuan.

Relying on the dried meat he had hidden and the wild fruits he had picked up, Gu Qingyuan headed north. It took him three full days to see the outline of the city wall. He then entered a medical clinic as an apprentice, where he stayed for a month.

The doctor was very satisfied with this apprentice who came to his door voluntarily and did not ask for any wages but only for food.

"Gu kid, come here." Doctor Fang waved at Gu Qingyuan, and when he came to him, he handed him the medicine bag in his hand, "This is Mr. Li's medicine. It's time to finish the last dose. You can deliver it to him."

For these odd jobs of delivering medicine to people's homes, the owners usually give some running fees, not much, but it's free money.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

"Go quickly and come back soon." Doctor Fang liked Gu Qingyuan very much. He was quick on his feet and smart. In less than a month, he had memorized all the prescriptions and meridian maps in the shop. A few days ago, he even asked for medical books to read. He did not have the idea of ​​​​cherishing himself. Medicine is easy to learn but difficult to master. If one really wants to become a miracle doctor by relying on medical books, then it can only be said that he is born to do this job.

However, Gu Qingyuan's progress was still somewhat beyond Doctor Fang's expectations.

Could it be that there really is a genius born from heaven? Doctor Fang was secretly surprised.

After leaving the clinic, Gu Qingyuan walked towards Mr. Li’s house.

'In more than a month, I have finished studying the medical books in the clinic and my body has recovered. It is time to find a set of exercises to practice. The problem is, where can I find it?'

Walking on the road, Gu Qingyuan sorted out the scattered knowledge in his mind and felt a little worried.

If you want to learn martial arts, you must first learn medicine. If you want to go far, you must have sufficient understanding of the human body.

If you don't know the meridian map, it's hard to optimize the route of Qi circulation. Without sufficient understanding of the human body structure, it's hard to create a method that suits you. Without a foundation of medical knowledge, you can't practice the Nine Yin Divine Claws into the Nine Yin White Bone Claws. If you practice blindly according to the secret book, you might end up killing yourself.

Not only do I need to study medical books, I also need to read Taoist scriptures, Buddhist scriptures, and secular books. In this life, I have a very high level of comprehension. At worst, I can read all the books in the world and I will always be able to find a method that suits me.

Gu Qingyuan secretly became angry. Where did the martial arts secrets come from? They were nothing more than the summarizations of the predecessors. These bits and pieces of amazing wisdom were hidden in those books.

These are the true foundation of the world.

Just like Bodhidharma and the Yi Jin Jing, Huang Shang and the Nine Yin Scriptures.

If martial arts is like building a house, then understanding is the cheat, and various martial arts moves and secret manuals are the foundation of the house. Only with a solid foundation can Gu Qingyuan build high-rise buildings at will and pick stars with one hand.

Unfortunately, Gu Qingyuan, who is determined to climb to the top of the mountain to look at the world, is currently just a clerk in a clinic and has to deliver medicine to people.

After turning the corner, you will reach Hulu Lane, where there are more people and snacks and fruits are sold on both sides.

An old Taoist priest was mixed in among a bunch of noisy vendors. His robe was starched and turned white. Next to him stood a small cloth banner with the words "Iron Mouth Divine Prediction" written on it. He had white hair and a youthful face, and looked like an immortal, with an air of a great man.

Wow, this is the standard outfit of a hermit. Gu Qingyuan couldn't help but get excited when he saw the classic outfit of the hermit who played the game in the world of martial arts novels. He thought about things like the hermit passing on his skills and cliff-jumping adventures one after another.

When I walked in, I found that the master was reading a book, but the book was a little not so masterly.

If we make an analogy, it would be books like "Plum Blossoms in a Golden Bottle", "Jade Cushion" and "The Monk with the Buddhist Name of Dengcao". Gu Qingyuan immediately retracted his gaze and did not look away. Bah, in broad daylight, in the open, and yet the old man is so undisciplined.

"Little brother, I see that your forehead is black. You will have a bloody disaster in the near future. You and I are destined to meet, so why don't you listen to what I have to say?" The old Taoist spoke.

Gu Qingyuan was about to leave but turned back. Since it didn't cost any money, he might as well believe it and listen to what the Taoist said.

He came to the stall and said, "May I ask your name, Taoist priest? Why are you cursing me for no reason?"

The old Taoist stroked his beard and said, "I am Qingxu, I know everything about Zhouyi, Bagua, bone reading and face reading. I saw you passing by just now, and I suddenly felt that I had a connection with you, so I called you over. If you trust me, I can tell you your fortune."

Destined? How much? This old man is not cheating, right? Gu Qingyuan thought to himself, and he was quite interested. He also wanted to see if the old Taoist could figure out his identity as an extraterritorial demon.

"First of all, I have no money."

Taoist Qingxu nodded, took out five large coins, scattered them on the ground, and they fell all over the floor.

Staring at the copper coin, he frowned, looked at Gu Qingyuan's face, and said, "Please stretch out your hand, little brother, so I can read it."

Could this old Taoist really be an expert? Gu Qingyuan muttered to himself and stretched out his hand. He saw the old Taoist startled and his eyes wandering. Following the old Taoist's gaze, he saw a scholar passing by with his female relatives.

The woman held a small fan in her hand, covering most of her face. Her figure was graceful, and the autumn wind revealed a glimpse of her. The black water flowed around the two peaks, which was very eye-catching. Qingxu stared at her with his eyes wide open.

Scholar...omitted.

"My husband, look." The woman, who should be called Yourong, pushed the scholar. The scholar was of true character. He saw Qingxu's straight eyes at a glance, rolled up his sleeves, and said angrily: "Old Taoist, I see that your forehead is black, and you are going to have a bloody disaster."

His words were about to come true, and seeing that a fight was about to break out, Gu Qingyuan had to persuade him: "Don't fight, don't fight. Look at the old Taoist priest's age. If he gets hurt, he will have to pay for medicine. It's not worth it, isn't it?" He didn't think Qingxu was some kind of hermit master.

After finally sending the scholar away, Gu Qingyuan sat down again and said, "The Taoist priest is really old but his heart is young."

Qingxu, on the other hand, was calm and composed. He pulled Gu Qingyuan's left hand and examined it carefully.

"Strange, really strange. The divination shows that the little brother was lonely in his childhood and had a hard life. He might die young. But the palm reading shows that he is like a trapped dragon escaping from the sea and soaring into the sky. It doesn't make sense."

Qingxu also felt a little guilty. Fortune telling was just a hobby of his, and it sometimes worked and sometimes didn't. But when he saw this little brother just now, his heart was moved. He was afraid that this was really a destiny. But the hexagram was contradictory. Could he have made a mistake again?

Gu Qingyuan was shocked. This trapped dragon flew to the sky, but the one he mentioned before was the original owner? Was there really such a master?
Qingxu touched Gu Qingyuan's wrist again and said, "Little brother, have you practiced any martial arts? Well, it is calm and peaceful, and it works smoothly. Your Xiantian Gong has reached perfection. How many years of hard work did you put in?"

Gu Qingyuan looked at Zhang Qingxu, his heart was in turmoil. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "I have been practicing for two months."

Hearing this, Qingxu's hands trembled, and a few hairs of his beard were pulled out. He grinned and said, "How much? Two months, not two years?"

Although Xiantian Gong is a basic practice, its progress is slow and it takes ordinary people six or seven years to perfect it.

Two months, two months, it is fate, it is indeed fate, this is a disciple sent by God.

Qingxu grabbed Gu Qingyuan's wrist and held on tightly like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, refusing to let go.

Gu Qingyuan heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Flattering someone is a technical job that requires knowing when to do something. He was also afraid that the old Taoist would find out about his talent and use it to refine him.

"Well, Taoist priest, please let go first and let's talk it over." Gu Qingyuan pushed Zhang Qingxu away.

Qingxu coughed dryly and said, "Um, little brother, do you have a master?" Hearing that he didn't, he was even more overjoyed. "It seems that you and I are really destined to be together. Why don't you kowtow to me and take me as your master? I will teach you the superior skills, how about that?"

"What technique?"

"When practicing the Pure Yang Boy's Kung Fu, one's true Qi becomes extremely strong and powerful, like the scorching sun, but it has some minor taboos." Zhang Qingxu raised his head and chest.

Gu Qingyuan: ...

"Farewell."

What little taboo is that? Isn't it just being a living eunuch? Gu Qingyuan finally understood why the old Taoist looked like a sex-hungry ghost. It was because he was holding back.

"Don't go, don't go. There's more. Our sect has many skills, and the Sutra Library contains martial arts from all over the world. It has everything." When Qingxu saw Gu Qingyuan was about to leave, he jumped up with a roar, grabbed the collar and lifted up Gu Qingyuan, who weighed over 100 pounds.

"Really?" asked Gu Qingyuan, who was being dragged like a chicken.

"It's true, absolutely true." Zhang Qingxu, who was holding Gu Qingyuan, looked around and whispered with his hands covering his mouth: "Also, don't say that the old Taoist is talking nonsense. To tell you the truth, I am in the realm of heaven and man."

Hmm? Heavenly realm? Grandmaster?
"Master, please bow to me, my disciple."

(End of this chapter)