Eternal Sword

Chapter 47 Qinggong
This wood-burning knife has a great origin.

In the past, when the Shenzhou continent was not divided into north and south and the Great Xia Dynasty was still in existence, the burning wood knife was one of the most advanced cultivation methods in Buddhism.

At that time, there was a saying that the sharpest knife in the world was the one that burned wood.

But later, wars broke out in China, the princes fought against each other, the Great Xia Dynasty collapsed, and many Xia people, court officials, martial arts sects, and martial artists were forced to migrate south.

In the process, the wood-burning knife was lost.

Those masters who knew how to use the burning wood knife were either dead or injured. Even if they were lucky enough to live to this day, they are probably already very old.

If it weren’t for the fat old man, no one else would know about these things!

The fat old man groaned in silence.

The master behind this kid knows the Subduing Tiger Fist and the practice method of the Burning Wood Sword. He is most likely a member of the army of the previous dynasty!
It is understandable that people of the previous dynasty were afraid of the light and hid themselves.

The fat old man already had a general idea of ​​this person in his mind, so he didn't take it seriously.

He became famous very early.

Even in the previous dynasty, he was a famous figure!

However, during this period of time, he tried to show off several times, but each time ended in failure, which made him feel a little frustrated.

Seeing the fat old man gritting his teeth, Chen Tang couldn't help but nodded secretly. The burning wood knife was indeed powerful. The mountain guest never lied to me.

"Why do you want to learn swordplay?"

The fat old man changed the subject again and said, "Actually, I am more proficient in swordsmanship."

This question stumped Chen Tang.

In fact, he doesn't care whether he uses a sword or a knife.

You can look cool with a sword, and you can also show off with a knife.

Maybe it has something to do with the obsession of his previous life, being a swordsman is not bad.

In his previous life, he was deeply impressed by a swordsman in a book.

No matter what the swordsman was doing, he always held a sword in his hand.

A strange knife with a black scabbard and a black handle.

The swordsman was wearing dark clothes and had a pair of dark eyes.

But the hand holding the knife was pale.

Look at how cool they are.

Chen Tang had long thought that one day he would dress like this, travel around the world, and earn a resounding name.

At least he has to be stronger than Young Hero Fu Hu.

This title is too perfunctory.

At this moment, Qingmu and Zhiwei came to the courtyard and said, "We are going shopping. Do you want to buy anything?"

"You guys buy it."

The fat old man waved his hand casually.

Qing Mu glanced at Chen Tang and said, "You don't have any change of clothes, so I'll make you two sets."

As he spoke, Qing Mu came in front of Chen Tang and stretched out his fingers to measure Chen Tang's body.

The two are very close.

Qing Mu's fingers wandered over his body, passing over his chest, lower abdomen, thighs... It felt a little itchy and a little numb.

An indescribable feeling surged in Chen Tang's heart.

"Thank you, Sister Mu."

Chen Tang swallowed.

Qing Mu measured it and knew what was going on. He tapped Chen Tang's forehead lightly with his finger and said with a smile, "It's so rare to hear a word of thanks from you."

Before this, Chen Tang had always been wary of the fat old man and Qing Mu.

Only at this moment did he let down his guard.

Even in his previous life, no one had ever cared about him so much and thought of buying him clothes. "Are there any color requirements?"

Qing Mu asked.

Chen Tang said: "I want black, all black."

Qing Mu raised her eyebrows and asked, "What are you going to do? Are you going out to do something bad at night?"

This is certainly one of the reasons, it is convenient for action at night.

It’s just not easy to say it openly.

Chen Tang said, "This is a martial arts suit. From now on, when I walk down the street, people will see that my clothes are pitch black, the handle of my knife is pitch black, the sheath is pitch black, but my face is pale... Just think about it, how cool this is."

Zhiwei covered her mouth and giggled, revealing a pair of curved smiling eyes.

Qing Mu smiled and said, "You are so conceited."

She put on a bamboo hat, covered her face with a veil, and left holding Zhiwei's hand.

Whenever Qing Mu left the courtyard, he would wear a hat and veil to cover his face to avoid trouble.

The fat old man pondered for a while and suddenly said, "I see that you have already practiced the Subduing Tiger Fist to the divine level, and your swordsmanship has also mastered the Burning Wood Method, but your body movements are a little lacking."

"Senior has a keen eye!"

Chen Tang's eyes lit up and he immediately changed his address and praised him.

cut!
The fat old man curled his lips.

Chen Tang asked, "Senior, do you know the skill of flying over eaves and walls, and moving high and low?"

After coming to this world, what he wanted to practice most, apart from internal strength, was the legendary Qinggong!
Moreover, Chen Tang had noticed it a long time ago.

Don't be fooled by the fat old man's broad body and short stature, his movements are incredibly fast.

The fat old man said, "The kind of light skill you mentioned, such as flying over eaves and walls, requires the support of internal Qi. You are not at that level yet, so you can't practice it yet."

"However, I can teach you a light body technique, the gecko wall-climbing technique!"

Gecko wall-climbing skills?
Chen Tang's eyebrows drooped a little.

This light skill doesn't seem very powerful.

The fat old man seemed to see through Chen Tang's thoughts. He sneered and said, "Don't underestimate this light skill. Before the fifth level, the gecko wall-climbing skill is enough for you. If you master this light skill, let alone the high walls and deep courtyards around you, you can also swim up the city walls that are 30 to 50 meters high!"

"Moreover, this set of Qinggong is very suitable for you. Your Fuhu Quan is strong enough, but not flexible enough. The Bihu Wall-Climbing Kungfu happens to be a soft jutsu, which can make up for the missing part of your Kungfu."

"Practicing this set of Qinggong to perfection will be of great benefit to your cultivation and can help you reach the ninth level faster!"

After hearing what the fat old man said, Chen Tang put away his contempt and said in a deep voice, "I hope you can teach me."

"Ah."

The fat old man came to the base of the wall nearby and said, "First, before you perform the skill, you need to adjust your breathing, relax your body, and calm your mind. These are the three main points of the Gecko Wall-Climbing Skill: adjusting your body, adjusting your breathing, and adjusting your mind."

The fat old man first explained to Chen Tang the breathing method and some application techniques of this light Kung Fu.

Then, the fat old man was seen sticking to the earth wall, like a fat gecko, and suddenly began to walk on the wall.

But the earth wall is not high.

The fat old man reached the top of the wall in just a few steps.

He turned his body and stuck to the earth wall, moving sideways. He seemed to be hanging on it, completely losing gravity!
"The earthen wall of your house is too low to be used."

The fat old man was hanging on the mud wall and could still speak. He said, "Don't mention this kind of uneven wall. Even if it's a smooth wall like a mirror with no foothold, as long as you practice well, you can still walk up it!"

"If you learn this wall-climbing skill of a gecko, even the inner courtyard of the imperial palace can't stop you!"

Chen Tang's pupils trembled when he heard this, and he asked in disbelief: "If I learn this light skill, can I even enter the palace?"

"Then you are overthinking."

The fat old man said: "It's just that the walls of the inner courtyard of the palace can't stop you. Anyone who stands out from the palace can beat you to death."

After a pause, the fat old man shook his head and said with some pride: "If you want to sneak into the palace quietly without being discovered, you have to continue practicing with me."

(End of this chapter)