Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 152 Follow the will

"You know a hammer!"

Chen Ziren knocked hard on Wen Lianggong's forehead, making a crisp sound of "dong", which made Chen Ziren say "Eh" in great surprise.

"Heng Lian?! Why do you know how to do Heng Lian?"

Wen Lianggong smiled and said: "Of course it is because he has unparalleled talent in martial arts, and his bones are rare in the world. Yu Henglian is uniquely gifted. He has been working hard day and night for these years, and he has naturally achieved something."

"You're coaxing ghosts."

Chen Ziren's face was full of sarcasm. Didn't he know what Wen Lianggong was like back then?

Those who practice horizontally will naturally have a body that is naturally gifted. Those who are brave and diligent will have a body that can be blown by a gust of wind like Wen Lianggong's before. Don't mention what kind of talent or lack of talent.

If it were an ancient setting, it would be very difficult to survive. Thanks to the rich material resources of modern society, otherwise it is not certain that he would have died young.

Chen Ziren didn't ask any more questions. Everyone has his or her own fate. He was extremely pleased that Wen Lianggong was now strong and healthy.

After chatting for a while, they asked each other about each other's situation. After learning that it was plain but good, the topic finally turned to the second senior brother Zheng Zhijing.

The smile on Chen Ziren's face faded, and after a long time he shook his head violently and sighed to himself.

"That senior brother of mine."

Wen Lianggong said calmly: "Isn't the master master too old? If he wants to step down from the position of master and support young people to take over, he wants to use force to make decisions."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ziren looked Wen Lianggong up and down and suddenly asked, "How many times have you practiced?"

"Three practices are enough to achieve success, and there is only one step left to practice Qi."

"Third practice!?"

The chair that Chen Ziren had just pushed bounced up like a fire. He looked serious and stretched his hand into a knife as he approached Wen Lianggong.

"Help me."

Wen Lianggong raised his eyebrows, but without any refusal, he extended his right hand according to the instructions, with his wrist facing Chen Ziren's wrist.

Then the two of them exerted force at the same time, and a strong force suddenly came out from Wen Lianggong's wrist. The incredible force caused the muscles of the arm to twist slightly, and then shook out.

As if being electrocuted, Chen Ziren's figure was slightly entangled, and he took a few steps back. The steps he took back were extremely heavy. Every time his feet hit the ground, they could leave a shallow footprint on the stone bricks.

As his energy and blood surged up, Chen Ziren's face turned red, as if he was about to bleed, and his breathing was as rough as an ox's breath at this moment.

It took him a while to calm down his raging blood.

"Good, good, good!"

While saying hello, he looked at Wen Lianggong's light-hearted appearance with a slightly dazed expression, and couldn't help but feel doubtful about life in his heart.

I have worked so hard to practice the Tiangang Boy Body for nearly seventy years, but I have only grown strong in muscles and bones. I have achieved great success in the second practice. It can be said that I have exerted my strength at the end. However, it only took a few years for others to make great progress and achieve the great success in the third practice.

The figure moved slightly just now, and just the slight trembling of the arm muscles brought about such a powerful force, which was really amazing.

But after all, he was a thorough reader of Taoist scriptures and a master of the Taoist scriptures. He quickly calmed down his impetuous mood and looked at Wen Lianggong with a complicated expression.

"Liang Gong, your changes are truly unimaginable. I always feel like I've been living like a dog these past few decades."

Wen Lianggong said solemnly: "Master is too presumptuous. I just gained some insights by chance, and the martial arts skills really suit me, so I can practice so quickly."

In the real world, Wen Lianggong did not try to hide his strength. Just kidding, pretending to be a grandson is enough in the mythical world. Who else can pretend to be a grandson in the real world?

In the mythical world, he is just submissive, but in the real world, he has to strike hard no matter what.

"Old, old."

Chen Ziren bowed slightly and thumped his back, as if he had suddenly become much shorter.

Wen Lianggong couldn't bear it, and when he stepped forward and wanted to say a few words of comfort, Chen Ziren suddenly moved like a trapped dragon rising into the sky, stretched out his long arms like an old ape fishing for the moon, and hooked the back of the neck of Wen Lianggong who was caught off guard.

Chen Ziren had a weird smile on his face: "Young man, you are still a bit young!"

As he spoke, Chen Ziren leaned forward and crossed his legs, trying to throw him to the ground with all his strength.

How could Wen Lianggong fulfill Chen Ziren's wish? The muscles in his waist and abdomen tightened instantly, like iron plates connected, and his feet sank slightly. He didn't need to use the momentum to form a mountain, making him look like a piece of iron.

Chen Ziren wanted to hook Wen Lianggong and press him down, but as soon as he exerted his strength, he felt something was wrong, as if he were holding down an iron block. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't press down on Wen Lianggong.

"Master, don't you seem a little bit old and disrespectful with this sneak attack?"

Listening to Wen Lianggong's unhurried voice, Chen Ziren snorted coldly.

"Humph!"

At the moment, he was too lazy to waste any more energy, so he let go of his hand and walked aside to sulk on his own.

Wen Lianggong couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't try to comfort him. Ever since he became Chen Ziren's disciple, he looked decent in the first two days, but as time went by, he became a bit old and disrespectful.

After thinking about it, Wen Lianggong asked his senior brother Liu Changming: "Senior brother, do you have any ideas?"

Liu Changming calmly smoothed the hem of his clothes, revealing a black metal object in his waist.

pistol!

Because his waist was slightly sideways, Chen Ziren was sulking on the side again. Only Wen Lianggong saw it, obviously just for Wen Lianggong to see.

Liu Changming said calmly: "It depends on how you say it and what happened. If it is true that the second junior brother competed with Yu Guang to compete for the next leader and was killed in the competition, then it is just because of his poor academic skills. Our teacher Brothers, I have nothing to say, if there is something fishy in it, our lineage will naturally be dissatisfied."

Wen Lianggong was extremely surprised. He didn't expect Liu Changming, who was usually gentle and gentle, to be so charming when hard.

"Okay, let's not mention this for now. Tianran and Zhaodi are still on the way, and it should take another day. In this case, let's go see Zhijing first."

At this time, Chen Ziren's voice also sounded.

The few of them stopped talking. Wen Lianggong and his senior brother Liu Changming followed Chen Ziren to the back mountain where the ancestors of all generations were buried.

When they arrived at the tomb where Zheng Zhijing was buried and saw that he was truly buried underground, the expressions of everyone who had been calm at first became heavy.

Looking at the inscription on Zheng Zhijing's tombstone, it is obvious that the handwriting was carved by Zhu Anshan.

Everyone was speechless for a moment. Even Master Chen Ziren, who had never had any negative emotions, said in a low voice at this moment: "This matter is by no means as simple as what Cao Jin said. There should be some secrets in it. Our Qingwei Sect It was not prosperous in the first place, but now that the leader has reached the position, his reputation is greater than his actual situation. To put it bluntly, it is just a gimmick, and any normal person would consider it dispensable.

With Zhijing's temperament, it is absolutely impossible for him to take the initiative to compete for the leadership candidate. "

After crouching down, he slowly stood up and slowly reached out his hand to gently touch the tombstone with a slightly pitiful expression.

(Sorry, I didn’t have time to check. I’ve tried my best to code it. I’m still practicing... I’ll check it carefully tomorrow morning. Thank you for your corrections.)

(End of this chapter)