Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 141 Chapter 141

There is a place to learn martial arts experience, but there is nowhere to listen to real great wisdom.

One is that people with great wisdom are rare.

The second is to meet but have no chance to be taught.

Thirdly, wise men don't like to talk too much because they are concise and to the point. The common people don't necessarily listen to what they say, they don't necessarily know what they hear, they don't necessarily understand what they know, they don't necessarily understand what they understand, and they don't necessarily know how to use it when they understand it.

It is common for Feng Qingyang disciples, but most of them are martial arts secret books and ancient books. Such solemn lectures are rare, and it can even be said to be unique.

Feng Qingyang slowed down for a moment, closed his eyes and opened his mouth and said: "As you understand, 'luck' is a flexible change that is good at creating opportunities, seizing opportunities, and using opportunities. But 'luck' and 'qi' can't just be Is it 'luck', or use your uncle as a metaphor, if there is no Lei family's research from generation to generation, it is impossible to have the Lei family's skills, it is impossible to invent gunpowder, and it is impossible to create a blaze stick. Without these, No matter how clever your master Lei is, you can’t kill the enemy by surprise and win. The first victory was achieved through the hard work of the ancestors of the Lei family. Without your master uncle’s decades of luck training, how can you have a long internal strength and win three times with one enemy? ?Even though his strength is greater than others, his wisdom is higher than others, but if his usual efforts are not enough and his usual efforts are not much, he may be out of breath and powerless after fighting for dozens of rounds, so the second The victory was obtained by your Uncle Lei with the hard work accumulated on weekdays. Therefore, 'luck' is not only flexible, but also continuous hard work."

At some point, Lei Guangming also sat up and listened carefully.It's just that the face is full of sadness and desolation.

Feng Qingyang said: "The two points of view I taught you seem to be contradictory, but in fact they complement each other. They are the teachings of Taoism from shallow to deep. If you regard luck as a blessing, you will suddenly be enlightened. There will be more victories , is success, more success is happiness, this is a superficial but neglected truth.”

"Successful people always underestimate their own success due to good luck, but foolish people regard other people's wealth as good luck."

"But no one thinks, what is luck? What is luck? How does luck happen?"

"'Luck' and 'qi' are years of hard work, and 'luck' is also a change in the face of adversity, such as Tai Chi graphics, echoing each other from a distance. The poor complain about others because of their birth, and the nobles feel that life is meaningless because of their good background. It is normal, because the ancestors worked hard to help you get your birth, and your own hard work is your life. Heaven is healthy, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement. If you work hard, you will have continuous luck and good things.”

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"See the big from the small, the luck of a person is like this, the wealth of a family is like this, and the rise and fall of a country is even more so."

"Life is endless, hard work is endless, life-long cultivation of luck, life-long luck, this is the way of 'Taoism'."

Speaking of this, Feng Qingyang suddenly reached out and counted on Zhang Qianjun's body. Zhang Qianjun's neck tilted and he fell into a coma.

Lei Guangming said, "Is it still coming?"

Feng Qingyang took off his coat and put it on the closed disciple, carefully tucked his clothes, patted his chest lovingly, and said softly: "Jun'er! Master can't accompany you anymore, master can't accompany you anymore. Get a good sleep Sleep, wake up and don't cry."

Lei Guangming said softly: "You are a fortune teller, and you are obviously cheating."

Feng Qingyang was noncommittal, turned around and wanted to leave.

Lei Guangming suddenly grabbed Feng Qingyang, his eyes were moist and he said: "You said that fate cannot be violated, and that I will die after you, but if I die before you, will I go against the sky? will die?"

Feng Qingyang patted the back of Lei Guangming's hand, and said softly: "Brother, please, don't do stupid things, it will only get worse."

Lei Guangming said: "You don't owe the world, why do you want to die for the world?"

Feng Qingyang didn't answer but asked instead: "Your Lei family doesn't owe anything to the world, why do you develop magical weapons for generations?"

Lei Guangming said: "That's different. Our Lei family is a hereditary doctor, and is supported by the people on the court's salary."

Feng Qingyang smiled and said, "You've turned your horns." As Feng Qingyang waved his left hand, Lei Guangming hurriedly blocked it, and Feng Qingyang went straight in with his right hand, and clicked on "Hua Gai", "Atrium" and "Guan Yuan" acupuncture points.

Lei Guangming remained motionless and stood still on the spot.

Lei Guangming: "Old man Ge! You are so old-fashioned. Untie the acupuncture points quickly, or your apprentice's ass will be spanked."

Feng Qingyang chuckled and said: "You just hit it, anyway, it's not me who hurts."

Lei Guangming breathed out his fragrance and cursed loudly.

Feng Qingyang listened for a while, clicked on the "Jianche acupoint" and turned Lei Guangming to mute, and said seriously: "Don't talk about it, it seems that women are suffering for no reason in the curse words, it's weird, the world loves women Why does the curse never leave the woman? Could it be that this is the deep love and hatred?" Said, he carried Lei Guangming to the edge of the cliff, and faced Mu Chen as if he was sitting.

Clapping his hands, he said, "Your acupoints will untie by themselves in half a day. Sitting here, you can intimidate the enemy. Even if I fall down, no one would dare to break the boundary without you." , rushed to the opposite cliff, rebounded back and forth, and fell steadily to the bottom of the cliff with the method of lightning.

Feng Qingyang landed, walked to the mouth of the canyon, counted with five fingers, and carefully deduced.Put stones here, insert broken knives there, dig a few holes in the ground, and set up a gossip formation with yourself as the center, and sit in the formation.

The five figures range from far to near, with different heights, short, fat, and thin shapes. Wu Enqi is neither tall nor short, nor fat, nor thin. "The tall one is called Olgler, the short one is called Baolide, the fat one is called Mandu Latu, and the thin one is called Muren. They don't speak Chinese, so I will introduce them."

Feng Qingyang clasped his fists and said with a smile, "Feng Qingyang, a poor man, has met some heroes!"

Wu Enqi said: "My lord said that if you and the person above can surrender and be loyal, you will be guaranteed prosperity, wealth, food and clothing for the rest of your life, and Taoism will be regarded as the state religion of the world."

Feng Qingyang smiled and said: "Taoism that surrenders to other cultures is not Taoism. Talking about it is useless, let's fight."

Wu Enqi looked at the four people, and relayed Feng Qingyang's words. Although he didn't ask, the meaning in his eyes was clearly: "Which one of you will go first?"

Feng Qingyang's words were not surprising, and he said flatly: "Let's go together!" It seemed unwise, but it was well thought out.Feng Qingyang knew that in case of a battle of wheels, it would be no problem to kill one or two of them, but in the end it would be secondary to the unsustainable internal strength, and it would be extremely dangerous for others to know the skills of martial arts.

Hearing that Feng Qingyang was going to fight four against one, Wu Enqi's eyes were full of surprise, and he told the truth, which immediately attracted a group of experts chattering, their faces full of indignation, obviously felt that this was an insult.

Wu Enqi said a few words lightly, and the four of them calmed down, and went out to Feng Qingyang at the same time.

It was the fat man who moved first, his fingers curled into claws to reach his heart, Feng Qingyang's figure was ghostly, and he attacked later, grabbing his wrist with one hand, and thrusting "yeah" into the fat man's eyes with the other.

The fat man returned to defense, covering his eyes in panic, his arm was still dripping with blood from Feng Qingyang's stabbing, if the thin man hadn't attacked, a stormy attack would have been waiting for him behind.

The five of them fought together in an instant, punching and kicking, flying sand and rocks, making a mess.If you don't have that first-class eyesight, you may not even be able to see the depth of the inside, let alone see the strength of the inside.

The four of Mu Chenguo are all good at hand and foot skills, one uses claws, one uses fists, one has excellent footwork, and the other is clever with swords.In fact, they were not unarmed, they were just four against one, how could they have the face to take out a short knife and dagger?

Feng Qingyang's lightness skill is amazing, rare in the world, among the four of them, he pierces from left to right, he drills and twists in a tricky manner, the tall man with good footwork introduced potholes, and immediately overwhelmed his advantage A "fracture".

The dwarf who used the hand knife was introduced into the Stonehenge by him. Although he could not cause substantial damage, he could not exert the greatest offensive due to his short height.

The thin man's fist was hard, and the wind whistled, and Feng Qingyang didn't answer.

Fatty's "five-clawed hand" has a rogue energy of "eighteen touches" on the upper side, and a bachelor energy of "monkey stealing peaches" on the lower side, which is sinister, vicious, vicious and wicked.

Feng Qingyang was in the middle and faced the enemy on all sides.Without that speed and footwork, I'm afraid he would have been cold for a long time.

The tall ones are trapped in the uneven ground, the short ones are in the stone formation, the thin ones have their backs to the cliff, and only the fat ones are in the open ground.

This is the real formation.

Beckoning to sink into the ground, waving and falling rocks, these are deliberate exaggerations in mythology and embellishments in scriptures.

The real formation is to adapt measures to local conditions, magnify the enemy's flaws, and give full play to one's own advantages.

Feng Qingyang shot like lightning, his footwork was erratic, suddenly he jumped up and jumped in front of the fat man, he fought quickly with both hands, and kicked in with both feet. However, both arms and the sides of the thighs were so sore and numb from the beating that he couldn't use all his strength for a while.

Everyone hurriedly besieged and rescued each other, but they thought that Feng Qingyang would dodge from left to right, and attack the thin man unexpectedly with a blow to the elbow. The head hit the cliff with a bang.

A master of the five realms would never die in just one hit, but the thin man fell limply to the ground after being hit by this blow, and he died in such an understatement, how could the enemies not be surprised?
When everyone looked, they saw a cut-off knife stuck in the stone peak of the cliff, and there was blood on the sharp corner.

This was embedded by Feng Qingyang in advance.

(End of this chapter)