The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 291: Four Martial Arts
A group of old grandfathers and grandmothers, as well as a group of middle-aged people were lighting a fire and cooking nearby, bragging and watching the two young men practicing.

This environment is indeed lively enough.

And at this moment, when Qiu Sheng and the other two were constantly using the Tiger Evil Pearl to absorb and exhale the evil spirit in their bodies.

Bei Minghu took out a chicken claw from the pot next to Zhang Shu, took a few bites, and then laughed:
"Good for you, Old Zhang. Let's go out together on this trip. I am your official thug. Countless bastards have died in my hands."

"We have known each other for so many years, and you didn't even prepare a gift for me. Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, this is really sad..."

As he spoke, Bei Ming Hu was gnawing on chicken feet, but the way he gnawing on the chicken feet was a little surprising.

The old chicken feet are used for stewing soup.

The bones, muscles, and skin of old roosters and hens that are nearly ten years old have already become hard to a certain degree.

Most people with poor teeth can't even tear off the meat.

At this moment, the Bei Ming Tiger bit off a toe with a snap, and then chewed it in its mouth.

Crunch crunch crunch~
Those extremely hard bones, in Bei Ming Tiger's mouth, looked like ordinary steamed buns or meat.

It turns into powder with a slight grind.

I could only hear a crunching sound coming out of his mouth, but I couldn't see any bones coming out of his mouth.

That mouthful of sharp white teeth is shining.

Old Zhang couldn't help showing a hint of envy:

"You have good teeth. When we are our age, we can't eat meat like you."

When he said this, Lao Zhang couldn't help but twitch his mouth slightly.

Although he can be considered to have achieved success in his practice.

However, due to his age and the fact that he was not practicing the traditional Taoist health-preserving methods.

Inevitably, a few teeth fell out.

Although I am not so careful when eating nowadays, there is no choice but to eat and drink as much as I did when I was young.

Watching the Bei Ming Tiger crunching and stuffing everything into its mouth, it is so enviable.

"And this big bear's claw of mine is specially braised for you. This bear's claw has been stored in our cellar for five years."

"When our old immortal gave me this bear claw as a reward, dozens of people in the village were staring at it, but I couldn't bear to eat it."

"I know you have never had enough to eat since you started practicing, but things are different now. I will definitely give you a full meal today!"

At the end of his speech, Uncle Zhang smiled at Bei Ming Hu in a very heroic manner.

They are old friends.

Who doesn't know who?
Under normal circumstances, these ordinary practitioners have weak bodies and eat only a little more than ordinary people.

At most, he could refine the essence of water and grain and transform it into his own magic power.

But the Beiming Tiger is different.

The path he took was a more traditional method of physical cultivation.

Every realm achieved brings extraordinary achievements.

Although he is not considered a martial saint now, as a truly top-notch martial artist, it is not a problem for him to eat a cow for a meal.

Before, they ate and drank normally and didn’t seem to eat much, but that was only because Bei Ming Hu had been suppressing his qi and blood.

There aren’t many behaviors that consume qi and blood.

Now that there has been this great battle, he also knows that Bei Minghu has consumed a lot of energy and blood, so this grand banquet was held.

These are all real monsters.

Normally speaking, let alone in this era.

Even earlier, those martial arts masters who had truly cultivated themselves into gluttons were usually not full.

Even some great masters who have truly cultivated golden flesh and jade veins, mercury blood and silver marrow, and water and fire fairy clothes, and who want to practice the circulation of qi in and out of the body, have never eaten a full meal in their entire lives.

This is also the reason why martial arts masters are hard to find.

In this era when ordinary people can rarely have a full meal a year, this glutton who eats at least the amount of a cow for one meal is simply a big consumer of grain.

They can eat a whole cow in their blood diet.

If they only eat grain without any oil or water, they don't know how many stones of grain they can eat in one meal.

The less oil and water there is, the more dry food you eat!

It can almost form a vicious cycle.

This is what it means to be poor in literature but rich in martial arts.

"Okay, okay, I know you haven't forgotten me, Lao Zhang. If I can eat a full meal once before I die, then I will be truly satisfied..."

After hearing what Lao Zhang said, Bei Minghu was very satisfied and patted his big belly.

The word "full".

It's easy to say.

However, for a master like him who has truly become a glutton, once he lets go of eating, his appetite will be terrifying.

After all, being full is only one thing.

However, when eating meat, they are also consuming the food, constantly refining the essence into energy, and absorbing the essence into the body.

Especially in times like these.

Every drop of blood, flesh and essence can be considered a treasure.

Maybe a drop of essence can save your life.

Moreover, as the Tiger King, he naturally possesses a unique secret technique that is derived from the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound.

This secret technique can store essence.

He could compress the refined essence together and accumulate it in his own Zhoutian acupoints.

This is why his body is like an iron tower.

...resist hunger!
"I remember the last time I had a full meal. It was when I started a business with the old leader. Even when I was with the old leader, I only had a full meal twice."

"The first time was when the old leader said he had money to support me, and the other time was before the decisive battle that year... So many years have passed, and when I think about it, I really feel that time has changed..."

Who wouldn’t be moved? To be able to be brothers with Uncle Zhang, Tiger King Bei Minghu is actually not young anymore.

In this era, his grandchildren can call him grandpa and can go out to play.

It's just that he is a little younger than Song Feng, and he is strong and muscular, so it's hard to tell how old he is.

Looking at Bei Ming Hu, he began to think about the past.

As if he remembered the feeling of having a full meal, Song Feng, who was sitting on a crutch watching the show, twitched his lips:
"If you had eaten less back then, maybe your Qingyang Sect would have been able to make a little splash later..."

Before the final battle, they basically had to prepare their troops, but the Tiger King did not train the troops or help his colleagues.

He stayed in the secret library of the Qingyang Sect for a whole day and a night and ate as if it was his last meal.

After eating, we went to the battlefield.

As expected, the Qingyang Sect was defeated at that time, but it did not really become a startup team.

Instead, he became a stray dog.

According to the Qingyang Sect's minions who were captured later.

Originally, in addition to the four Dharma Kings, the Qingyang Sect also had some relatively high-level masters and leaders who supported the old leader's ideas and wanted to create a new world.

After a long time of searching for the secret vault, they discovered that the shelves containing the most important medicines and precious meats were so empty that rats could escape.

What's the point of rebelling then?

They could only disperse, divide the money in the secret treasury, and live their own good lives.

Seeing the old man exposing his shortcomings again, the Tiger King couldn't help but twitch slightly, as if he remembered what he had done in the past.

But after twitching his lips, the Tiger King showed a very proud look:
"Old man, you're exaggerating. The reason I'm able to survive is all thanks to that treasure trove of medicinal herbs and precious meat."

When he said this, the Tiger King smiled and said:
"After the Qingyang Sect was defeated, I didn't dare to show my face for a whole month. I stayed in the cave for dozens of days."

"If I hadn't trained my energy and gained weight in advance, I wouldn't have been able to survive the war, let alone stay in hiding for dozens of days..."

Although, when the Qingyang Sect was about to fail, he was a little miserable and could be said to be a dog that had lost its home.

But surviving is awesome. Moreover, after a great battle that consumed his energy and blood, he could survive for dozens of days without food or water.

This is pretty awesome, isn't it?

After all, the current state of spiritual energy is simply not enough to support a Taoist master who lives by devouring the essence of heaven and earth.

Things like fasting are even more fake.

However, thanks to his own Taoist secret techniques, he was able to go without food or water for more than a month, surviving only by consuming qi and blood.

This is pretty cool!
Looking at the proud Tiger King, Uncle Zhang was very surprised:

"...I didn't expect you to be this capable, brother? You haven't eaten or drunk for more than a month. You must have become a human immortal!"

It is precisely because they are both practitioners and human beings that he understands the value of Bei Ming Hu's words.

He did not drink or eat for more than a month in his physical body.

No matter how it was done.

Anyone who can achieve this can be considered awesome.

Familiar with the world.

How could one not drink or eat for several months and still be full of life?

This really is ancient times.

Times have long since changed. The spiritual energy has declined to this point. It can no longer be called the practice of cultivating immortals.

In the end, I almost had to cultivate my mind.

Even though their Taoism is still profound now, he couldn't help but sigh and envy his old brother's indestructible body:

"It is really enviable that you can survive in the tide of the times and not let your magical powers weaken due to the decline of spiritual energy..."

Listening to the conversation between Tiger King and Uncle Zhang, Qiu Sheng, who was practicing his magic power, couldn't help but ask his seventh uncle curiously:
"...Seventh Uncle, is it really that great to not drink or eat for more than a month? Can you do it?"

Just after Qiu Sheng asked this question, Shi Shaojian, who was also standing nearby, pricked up his ears quietly.

Lead someone who will listen when you ask me.

Looking at the two young men whose evil spirits were gradually fading away, and at the beads in their hands, Song Feng also felt the opportunities revealed in the changing times:
"If there is a suitable environment, I can certainly do it, but such a real treasure land is hard to find."

"In this era, if you have to hide and not eat or drink because of a powerful enemy, it is very difficult to do so."

When here, Song Feng paused slightly:
"Even if you use a special Taoist method to put yourself into a deep sleep, not eating or drinking for more than a month will cause great damage to your body."

“Even a Taoist master who has truly cultivated to the point of having a spiritual essence would not dare to use this secret method before he reaches a dead end.”

"Martial arts is also Taoism. Every school of Taoism and every method has advantages that others cannot match..."

When spiritual energy is abundant, many masters with spiritual power can move mountains and fill the sea at will, and they seem very powerful at that time.

But as soon as the spiritual energy fell.

Without spiritual energy, the real person with various spiritual primordial powers who was constantly refining his body was in a state of ruin for a while.

Instead, their physical bodies became a burden to them.

If one can gather the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit and further cultivate them into a Dharma-having Yuan Ling, that would already be considered quite good.

Who dares to really build a body like this?
Aren’t you really afraid that one day you will ruin your body, your qi and blood won’t be able to keep up, and from then on you will only be able to act as a ghost or be sent to the underworld?

Although Taoist masters have a very careful control over their magic power and spiritual energy, they are still meticulous but cannot compare to martial arts masters, whose blood and energy are as strong as a dragon.

People who practice martial arts control their Qi and blood. Not eating or drinking for more than a month will at most consume some Qi and blood, and they can just have a big meal at the end.

However, if a Taoist master does not practice for more than a month, it is estimated that his physical body will suffer indelible damage.

Even if you are in seclusion, you still need to eat.

Like the kind that can shut themselves up for months, not eating or drinking water, just eating wind and drinking dew, they are gods.

In addition, anyone who dares to say that he does not eat during seclusion and practice must have a place to eat.

This is a big liar.

“…Wow! It smells so good…”

After more than a dozen large pots had been simmering for a long time, the medicinal properties of the various ginseng and wild game inside had been brought out.

They were really eating, grabbing the big steamed buns bigger than their fists, stirring them in the pot with chopsticks, and their tongues almost melted.

Those who have achieved success in their practice are not afraid.

After eating, work hard to refine your essence into energy, and continuously circulate the essence and energy into your body. You can eat more without worrying about the consequences.

Those women also had experience.

so.

They didn't eat too much.

But how many of the children in the village can really listen to the advice of their elders?

After eating a meal in a hurry, they rolled in the snow with red faces and smoke coming out of their seven orifices.

Break the ice and go swimming.

Such things are very common.

Each of them is extremely energetic.

Some even climbed onto the roof, really wanting to tear off the tiles.

but.

Although these kids were full of energy, the adults had experienced too much and would give them a good beating once they were caught.

No matter how you consume your energy.

The key is not to let them hold on.

And just when everyone else couldn't eat anymore, Bei Ming Hu opened his mouth wide and stuffed the food into his mouth with a crunching sound.

No matter how many blood and flesh medicines there are

No matter how big the steamed bun was, he was like a bottomless pit. He finally fulfilled his great wish before the meal.

I have to have a full meal!
"Huh... so comfortable!! I'm really full now. Lao Zhang, you're really a brother this time!"

He exhaled deeply, exhaling a breath of foul air that was about a foot long. Then, Bei Ming Hu patted his stomach and breathed a sigh of relief.

At the end of his speech, he chewed the large piece of bone in his mouth into pieces and swallowed it into his stomach.

That look is so brutal!

Although Lao Zhang had overestimated his brother's appetite, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and look horrified when he saw this scene:

"I've always known that all martial arts masters can eat, but I never thought you could eat to this extent..."

Under normal circumstances, once a big banquet was held, the entire village would eat together, and it would take several months to completely digest the essence.

it's good now.

Bei Ming Hu ate up all the food at the bottom of the pot with the steamed buns. He was so ferocious and horrible that he almost scared himself to death.

But this was also agreed upon in advance.

Although he was shocked that his old brother was such a big eater, he was not reluctant to eat it, and he insisted on eating it.

In fact, when the old man in the village saw Bei Minghu eating, he even wanted to get some medicine from the treasure house.

The main one is one.

When a guest comes, you can’t let him go hungry!

Just after dinner.

The ruddy-faced Bei Minghu casually took out a thick secret scroll made of silk from his chest.

Then, he handed it to Song Feng with both hands:
"Grandpa, this is the secret martial arts method that my master left behind. It is also the foundation of our martial arts lineage."

“Although I don’t know whether the old man’s story about a martial saint being born is true or not.”

"But the four martial arts exercises, Golden Muscle and Jade Meridians, Mercury Blood and Silver Marrow, Water and Fire Immortal Clothes, and Zhou Tian Breathing, all have their own order."

"It should be considered a decent martial arts inheritance..."

(End of this chapter)