behind me is the earth.

Chapter 192.
"Morning Si Nian."

Ren Pingsheng and Xiao Wan stepped across the moon gate and happened to meet Si Nian.

She tied a high ponytail and was wearing a black tight-sleeved dress. She was practicing swords there.The sword light surrounded her like a cloud of light and mist, making it hard for people to see her figure clearly.

But it can be seen that her martial arts skills are very solid, and she can burst out with great power with every punch and kick!

With all his kung fu, he should not be inferior to senior brother Lan Feng.

"Morning, Mr. Ren."

Si Nian threw her backhand, the sword light flashed, and the mist instantly subsided, revealing her beautiful appearance.

You Longjian was inserted into the scabbard under the eaves, and she smiled at Ren Pingsheng: "I haven't seen you sir for a few days."

Ren Pingsheng invited: "I went out on business, and went to Hongye Mountain to enjoy the red leaves in the afternoon. Will Miss Si Nian go with me?"

"Okay."

When Si Nian heard this, his spirits lifted.

It has been a while since I came to Qingshui County, and every day I either practiced kung fu in the county office and was in a daze, or read a book in the house and was in a daze.It's not easy to wander around in other people's territory, and she has long felt bored because of her active nature.

"Then, when I go out in the afternoon, I'll call you again."

Ren Pingsheng and Si Nian waved their hands and went to the county government office.

The courtyard of the county government office is not as exquisite as that of the Qingcheng Renfu, nor is it as beautiful as the Qingcheng government office, but it is more comfortable to clean up.

Ren Pingsheng warmed a pot of wine in the gazebo, and not long after, the old curator Lan came to the other courtyard led by Shao Yao.

Behind the old owner, Lan Feng also followed.

"Curator Lan is safe and sound."

Ren Pingsheng walked out of the pavilion, smiled and cupped his fists at the old curator at the foot of the steps.

"Mr. Ren is well."

The old curator stopped and clasped his fists in return.

"The honored guest came to the door, warmed a pot of good wine, and the old curator tasted it."

Ren Pingsheng invited the old curator and senior brother to come to the pavilion, Shaoyao and Ruhua and a little maid were in charge of pouring wine on both sides.

The color is golden, and the degree is not high. It is a bottle of rice wine in Ren Pingsheng's collection.

A few side dishes were cooked in the kitchen, and the few people ate and chatted in the gazebo.

"A few days ago, those heads on the Chengyang official road really boosted the prestige of my Qingshui County. Especially the North Ridge swordsman Fu Chang'an has a great reputation in the Jianghu. This loss is in our Qingshui County. County, but it really shocked a large number of young people!

A glass to Mr. Ren. "

The old curator raised the wine cup and drank it down.

Ren Pingsheng drank the wine in his glass: "There are frequent wars in the north, and it's the autumn of troubled times. Although I don't have that much ability, I also want to keep Qingshui County stable."

"Mr. Ren's protection of the environment and the people is admirable enough, and I also offer you a toast."

Lan Feng praised and picked up the wine cup.

"The north is already in trouble, but the south is still peaceful with singing and dancing. It is prosperous. I went to Fuzhou County in the first ten days of the month to participate in a grand martial arts festival, and heard a rumor."

The old curator looked very excited and said: "Mr. Ren, do you know Suling Mountain?"

Ren Pingsheng nodded.

Although most of his intelligence organizations are scattered in Yuntai County and the surrounding counties, he doesn't know much about the outside world.

But he still knows about Suling Mountain. This is not only a place of interest in the Dajing Dynasty, but also the leader of Taoism and Wuzong in the world. It is very large and is a sacred place that cannot be ignored.

"It is rumored that on Suling Mountain, Master Qing Hui broke through the realm of a martial arts master some time ago!"

Speaking of this, not only the old curator looked excited, but Lan Feng also had an excited look on his face.

"This shows that the way forward for martial arts is not yet dead, and the wall in front of the warriors of the world has been pierced! The warriors of the world have a way to move forward, and have the hope of continuing to practice!"

This is amazing news.

Ren Pingsheng did not empathize with them as much as the two of them, but he could understand their feelings.

In the past, if a martial artist was able to cultivate to the stage of exchanging blood, it was the ceiling of a martial arts practitioner.

At this stage, it is already possible to achieve a person who is not old, grows stronger when he is old, saves seeds for a hundred years, and lives past a hundred years easily.

For ordinary people, this is of course already a fairy-like figure.But for warriors who are stuck in the realm of blood exchange, or warriors who have cultivated to a certain level and can touch the ceiling with their hands, it is like a visible wall pressing there, which is suffocating.

"In the past, although there were many theoretical paths forward derived from many martial arts theories by seniors, no one was able to truly break through the blood-changing realm known as a martial arts master.

Now, Qinghui real person breaks through this way, has let the warriors see the future, and has become the belief in the hearts of warriors all over the world. "

As the old curator spoke, tears welled up in his eyes, as if he was moved by the unfinished journey.

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng was also very interested in Master Qing Hui, and asked curiously, "What kind of person is Master Qing Hui?"

"Realist Qinghui is over 130 years old. He is the founder of Suling Mountain and Suling Dao. His surname is Zhang. He became a monk when he was over half a hundred years old. He was already a master of martial arts 70 years ago. Although he has rarely been in Jianghu for nearly 30 years. It has moved on, but it is still an inescapable monument and legend in the rivers and lakes."

When Lan Feng talked about Daoist Qing Hui, his eyes were full of reverence.

"What is above the metaphysics is called Tao, and what is below the metaphysics is called utensils.

It is said that the real person Qinghui followed the path of refining and transforming qi, refining his own qi into true qi.This is no longer just a path of cultivation using the body as a weapon, but a path of metaphysical cultivation!
I heard that on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month next year, Master Qinghui will give a sermon at Suling Mountain, introducing the method of refining and transforming qi, and his feelings after breakthrough. This will definitely be a grand gathering for warriors from all over the world.

Now it is December, and there is not much time until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. From our Qingshui County to Suring Mountain, we have to cross four provinces, and the time is already very tight.

This time, the old man and Lan Feng, besides coming to tell Mr. Ren about the matter, also submitted their resignation with Mr. Ren. "

The old curator said.

Lan Feng also said: "Mr. Ren trusted me and asked me to be the coach of the night cat organization and the head of martial arts in the army, but this trip to Suling Mountain is related to the future of martial arts, so I have to go.

I don't know how long it will be, ranging from a few months to a few years.

These are all the exercises, as well as recipes and prescriptions behind "Mang Niu Jin".In the exercises, there are comments from my father, me, and other senior practitioners when they were practicing.

Now hand it over to you. "

What Lan Feng said was very solemn.

Speaking of this step, blocking people's way is like killing parents.

Ren Pingsheng solemnly put away the books presented by Lan Feng, and asked, "I don't know when to leave?"

"Leave early tomorrow morning."

Lan Feng said.

Ren Pingsheng pondered for a moment and said: "The old curator and senior brother are here to learn from the scriptures and preach, and they took the back road of martial arts from Suling Mountain, and they should be the forerunners of my Qingshui warrior.

The journey was long and treacherous. Although the curator and the elder brother had extraordinary martial arts, the journey was exhausting and there were many chores.

I will send some people to go with you, and we must retrieve this scripture. "

Ren Pingsheng immediately decided to send some loyal and available people with brilliant brains and strong understanding to go to Suling Mountain to learn Buddhist scriptures and get back this method of "refinement and transformation of Qi".

"Shaoyao, go get some more money!"

Ren Pingsheng ordered again.

"Yes!"

Shaoyao responded.

Not long after, when she came back, she brought a small box: "When you are away from home, one tael of small silver ingots are convenient to use, a total of 500 taels of silver."

Ren Pingsheng took the box over.

The 500 taels of silver cost about forty catties.

Ren Pingsheng stood up and stuffed the box into Lan Feng's hands: "The two of you are collecting the scriptures for Qingshui County, I will express my heart and give you money, and I hope the journey will go smoothly and I will get the scriptures.

In addition, please don't worry about the head of the Lan's Martial Arts Hall and the elder brother, there will be no problems with the management of the Martial Arts Hall with me. "

"Then thank you Mr. Ren!"

Lan Feng thanked.

The host and guest enjoyed themselves so much that Ren Pingsheng sent them outside the door.

At the same time, Xiaowan immediately selected some members with high martial arts talent and understanding from within the Night Cat Organization and the Division of Archery, and gathered 10 people, led by Hai Dongqing, the leader of the action group, to let Early tomorrow morning, they will follow Lan Feng and the old curator to Suring Mountain to obtain the scriptures.

(End of this chapter)