Chapter 113 Practice
"Tai Chi Neidan Gong." Yan Xu flipped through it casually and knew that the book was old, but the content was very mysterious and a lot of Taoist terminology made him confused. If there was no one to guide him, let alone practice it, it would be a problem whether he could understand it.

“Ming Jin, An Jin and Hua Jin, to put it simply, they are all different applications of strength, tempering the muscles, bones and skin from the outside to the inside. Only Dan Jin is special, involving the three treasures of human beings. It is extremely mysterious, and can only be understood but not explained. Therefore, only one in ten thousand can be successful in practicing it, and the cost of failure is very serious. In the worst case, the patient may vomit blood and die. Therefore, there are only two or three Dan Jin masters left, and it is unknown how long they can live.” Yang Zhenze said with some sigh. Obviously, he had tried it, and probably failed, otherwise he would not have this expression.

"What exactly are that person's three treasures?" Although Yan Xu had some guesses, they were not as solid as what his master taught him, so he asked.

After Yang Zhenze's subsequent explanation, Yan Xu understood that the three treasures of a person are essence, energy and spirit, and the three must be balanced before they can be combined into one and advance to the Dan Jin level.

It sounds simple, but it is actually very difficult, because this is not adding points, and there is no attribute column to intuitively feel whether the attributes are balanced.

In addition, even if we know what is lacking, how to supplement it and how to balance it are still problems.

It can be said that skills, famous teachers, wealth, luck, perception, and hard work are all indispensable, otherwise how could Bhutan Jin be called a grandmaster?

After Yang Zhenze informed Yan Xu of the pros and cons, he continued to teach him Tai Chi. As for Tai Chi Neidan, he only explained the esoteric terminology. As for practicing, it was still too early. Without ten or eight years of accumulation and polishing, there was no way.

After that, Yan Xu's daily life began to become regular: eating, practicing boxing, reading, and abandoning all worldly affairs.

The seemingly boring life actually relieved Yan Xu's nervous and irritable mood, allowing his IQ to regain its high ground, allowing him to better examine his own heart.

Being timid at first and reckless now are not what Yan Xu wants. They are too extreme and he must find a balance between them.

This is obviously not easy, because you are the one who knows yourself best, and you are also the one who knows yourself least. Moreover, as you grow and hone your skills, your personality and thoughts will change accordingly, so it is not easy to understand yourself.

Yan Xu, whose symptoms were relieved, was not in a hurry to do business, nor did he look for any way to make money. Even though there were ways to make money everywhere for him, he was not tempted.

First of all, he is not short of money at all. The wealth he has harvested from Fushimizu in the Japanese world is enough to meet his current needs. Secondly, he is not here to make money.

If it was just for wealth, Yan Xu would not need to risk stepping into the Bronze Gate.

As the richest man in Goujiazhuang, speculating in real estate alone is enough for him to achieve several small goals. By the time he is in his forties, as long as he takes good care of himself, he can still be a young model in the club.

But faced with infinite possibilities, what does it matter even if you become the richest man in the world? Can you live forever?
He is not tempted by the world because he has greater ambitions.

In fact, from the moment he stepped into the bronze door, transcendence had become Yan Xu's only goal. Everything else he did was to serve this goal, and the primary and secondary must be distinguished.

Unfortunately, Yan Xu, who was planning to concentrate on practicing martial arts, still overlooked one thing, that is, the golden finger in each world is not given casually. Can the world that can give him the golden finger of Xianghuo Shendao be an ordinary world?

In the evening, Yan Xu returned to the hotel in a carriage. The lobby manager smiled and nodded to him, then clapped his hands. The maid who had been prepared immediately brought hot water and delicious food, so that he didn't need to worry about these daily trivialities at all, and all he had to pay was gold and silver.

After eating and drinking, Yan Xu changed into a high-end bathrobe and sat under the desk lamp to read for a while. Due to the unstable voltage and insufficient light, he quickly closed the book and lay on the bed, but he didn't know how many people would stay awake all night.

At the Green Gang headquarters, the master who came hurriedly had a pale face. Although he didn't say anything, his inner dissatisfaction had reached the extreme.

But what does it matter? He is just the master. He can only persuade the gang leader to do something, but he cannot stop him. He has to do everything he can under his command. But this time, he feels that the gang leader has really lost his mind. It was just a small matter, a matter of setting up a table, but it has become a bigger and bigger matter. He has already had a way out before, but he still insists on using such tactics.

Thinking about what he had seen and heard during this period, as well as the things he had handled, the master's face became increasingly ugly.

If you are not afraid of death, do it yourself. Why let him be responsible for this matter? The master secretly cursed the gang leader for being unreliable, but like facing an unreasonable girlfriend, he could only let someone guard outside and walked into the backyard alone.

The backyard of the headquarters is currently sealed off and surrounded by Green Gang thugs, all to prevent the secrets inside from being discovered.

As for what the secret is, the master can only say that those who understand will understand, and it is useless to explain to those who don’t understand.

In fact, to put it bluntly, the leader of the Green Gang was unwilling to accept this, but he was reluctant to let his men die. After all, his status was not earned by others' flattery. Without these trusted thugs, no one would take him seriously. So he hired a wizard at a high price, intending to cast a spell to kill the other party.

In other worlds, this is just a trick to fool people, but in this world, everything is possible.

The originally elegant backyard of the headquarters was ruthlessly flattened, with soil piled up in the middle as an altar and bones as a table, on which was offered a sacrifice to an evil god with a jade face and red eyes. All kinds of bloody food were placed on top, making it look even more eerie.

These were all obtained with the help of the master. The soil was none other than mud soaked in blood that was dug from the three alleys where Yan Xu had killed the Green Gang members. As for the bones, their origins could be determined from the sharp cuts.

This is exactly why the backyard was blocked. If the gang members really knew what they had done, they would probably rebel immediately without anyone even coming to their door to attack them.

No one wants to fight for orders while alive, and not have peace after death, as they are dug out and used as spell materials.

The master knew how taboo this matter was, and he also knew that once it was leaked, he would definitely be pushed out by the gang leader to take the blame. He would probably not even have a chance to explain himself before he would be shot by the gang leader who was well prepared.

He didn't want to do it, but the gang leader ordered him to listen to the magician, so he had to do it against his conscience.

Fortunately, the lawyer had a lot of conscience and quickly got everything done. Today he came to urge the other party to act quickly to avoid any further complications.

"Master, it's almost the end of the month." The master said respectfully. Although his purpose was to urge him, the master who didn't want to die in vain still spoke in the most gentle voice possible.

At this moment, standing next to the altar was a wizard with loose hair, face painted in five colors, and wearing a strange robe. He was the master invited by the leader of the Green Gang.

I don’t know what their name is, because this kind of people never reveal their information and whereabouts easily, so as to avoid being found by their enemies.

In fact, if the leader of the Qing Gang had not helped the other party once a few years ago, he would not have been able to meet him at all, let alone invite him.

It is for this reason that the leader of the Green Gang is so confident that he is willing to spend a considerable amount of money and take risks to arrange all of this.

(End of this chapter)