I am about to die of old age, and I have awakened the character of longevity.

Chapter 44 What a person
Xie An felt that the voice was very familiar. He turned around and found that it was the chief deacon Lin Yun.

The Grand Deacon, as the name suggests, is the boss of all the deacons under the Incense Master. It's equivalent to the Deputy Incense Master, but without the title of Deputy Incense Master.

The man obviously knew Lin Yun and immediately put on a flattering smile, "Deacon Lin is here."

Lin Yun nodded slightly, took out ten taels of silver and handed it to the doorman, "I'll take them to the third floor, okay?"

The man accepted the silver and said with a smile, "With Deacon Lin as a guarantor, of course it's possible. But the loan amount must be sufficient."

"That's natural."

Lin Yun dismissed the doorman and said to Xie An and Zhang Lin, "Follow me."

Compared to the noisy first and second floors, the third floor was much quieter. There were only a few people there.

Those who are qualified to come here must at least be the chief deacons under the various incense masters.

Although the White Feather Hall has 300 disciples, there are only four incense masters, each of whom is assigned a chief deacon, for a total of eight people, plus the hall master and two deputy hall masters, and some other special positions.

It can be seen that there are only about a dozen people who are qualified to come to the third floor.

Zhang Lin, who was following behind Lin Yun, patted Xie An's arm and said softly, "Brother, we are lucky today. I have never been to this place. It is said that the collection inside is all the top martial arts of our sect, and some are also from the Tiger and Wolf Sect headquarters."

After hearing this, Xie An felt a little more expectant.

Although Xie An had never practiced martial arts, he was no less skilled than a warrior at the Bronze Skin Realm with his health-preserving skills. Naturally, he had little interest in ordinary martial arts.

Soon, Lin Yun led the two to the rows of bookshelves. "Take a look for yourselves. Find what you want to learn. If you don't understand anything, you can always ask me."

"Thank you, Deacon Lin."

Xie An bowed and thanked him, then went to the bookshelf to look through the martial arts books.

Xie An had wanted to practice martial arts for half a year, but due to his limited financial resources, he had never found the opportunity. Now that he could finally learn martial arts, he was naturally excited.

The collection on the third floor was far smaller than the two floors below. There were only three bookshelves in total, and the books on them only held about a hundred books. Xie An flipped through a few of them, and they were all notes, the martial arts experiences left by the predecessors.

This thing is generally only effective for martial artists who have just mastered the basics of martial arts.

It is of no use to Xie An, a layman who has not even entered the door of martial arts.

However, due to his desire to learn martial arts, Xie An was like a three-year-old child who had just entered kindergarten. He was full of novelty and curiosity about everything recorded in the notes.

He roughly flipped through several notebooks, which mostly recorded some experiences and processes of practicing martial arts. Since Xie An had never practiced the corresponding martial arts, he seemed to have no idea what he was doing, as if he had read a book written in heaven, and was repeatedly advised to give up.

Finally, a notebook caught Xie An's interest.

It was written by a swordsman named "Meng Hu" and tells about Meng Hu's experience in practicing swordsmanship throughout his life.

Regardless of his swordsmanship, Meng Hu's life story resonated with Xie An: he lost his father at the age of nine, his mother at ten, and with no money left at home and a six-year-old sister to raise, life was difficult. In the end, Meng Hu sold himself to bandits to save his sister.

He fought wits and courage in the bandit's den for three years... and finally got the opportunity to become their apprentice.

This section is very long.

Rather than being a note on sword practice, it is more of an inspirational story about life.

Every word reveals Meng Hu's dissatisfaction with real life, and a strong sense of awesomeness comes to the fore.

Xie An knew, of course, that this had been embellished. Just as a successful person writing his or her autobiography would emphasize the inspirational moments of a difficult time, depicting the successful person's struggle against fate and ultimately their victory over it, and so on.

But Xie An felt that those so-called successful people, placed in such an environment at the time, must have been filled with hesitation and anxiety about the future. It is undeniable that they were indeed superior to others and ultimately stood out from the crowd.

After reading through a third of the notes, Meng Hu began to record his life after becoming a disciple: learning the sword technique. It was called "Chongshan Sword"!
In order to master the heavy sword technique, Meng Hu practiced horizontal training for ten years to strengthen his Qi and blood. He then practiced health-preserving exercises for another twenty years to maintain his Qi and blood, ensuring a lasting and enduring vitality.

After thirty years of painstaking preparation, Meng Hu finally began to practice the heavy mountain sword.

Small success in three years, major success in five years.

Finally, he defeated the martial arts master and made a great name for himself as the "Demon Tiger" in the martial arts world.

Xie An was moved by the end, and secretly admired him. "This Meng Hu is truly a man of extraordinary determination. He prepared for swordplay for thirty years, and achieved perfection in the last eight. He's a late bloomer in the art of riding and slashing. His style is quite similar to mine. A heavy sword... a very heavy sword, which also suits my health-preserving exercises."

Perhaps it was because Xie An had always felt that he should practice swordsmanship, or perhaps it was because he was infected by Meng Hu's will, Xie An developed a strong interest in this "Zhongshan Swordsmanship".

You know, not only was Meng Hu a late bloomer, he also reached the realm of martial artist with the help of the Chongshan Knife.

Only after passing through the five levels and cultivating internal strength can one be considered a martial artist.

This is a remarkable achievement.

Although Xie An didn't know much about the martial arts situation in Qingwu County, he thought... there were probably only a few martial artists in the entire county. Each martial artist was a giant who dominated a large county.

Even the county magistrate would have to bow and greet him when he saw him.

"Brother, have you made your choice?"

Zhang Lin came over at this time.

Xie An looked up and saw Zhang Lin holding a secret book in his hand with a satisfied smile on his face. He knew that he had already made his choice.

Xie An picked up Meng Hu's notes and said, "Well, I've chosen it."

"Then go report to Deacon Lin, and he will register the borrowing."

"it is good."

They each handed the notes to Lin Yun.

Lin Yun took the secret book from Zhang Lin and flipped through it casually. "This breathing method is indeed suitable for you. It can strengthen your internal qi and blood. If you practice it consistently, it can delay the aging of your muscles and bones. Are you sure you want to borrow this secret book?"

Although Lin Yun said this, Xie An noticed a subtle flash of disappointment in his eyes. He guessed that Lin Yun still hoped Zhang Lin could practice martial arts and have more ambitions to strive for success, rather than just thinking about delaying aging...

After all, Wei Dian is dying. If his subordinates don't work hard, what hope is there?

Zhang Lin was so excited that he obviously didn't notice Lin Yun's look. He said happily, "Sure. Deacon Lin, please help me."

Lin Yun finally said nothing and nodded, "Okay, I'll help you borrow it."

Then, Lin Yun opened Xie An's notebook again, and his eyes suddenly showed a bit of surprise. "You want to borrow this notebook?"

Xie An felt a little uneasy when he saw Lin Yun's gaze, "Yes."

Lin Yun hesitated for a moment, then returned the notes to Xie An and sternly warned him, "This sword technique is too difficult to practice. It's not suitable for you. Try another one. If you don't understand sword techniques, you can ask me."

Xie An became increasingly uneasy and couldn't help but ask, "Deacon Lin, is there something wrong with this sword technique?"

Lin Yun examined Xie An and finally explained the reason. "In the past thirty years, only a handful of people in the Tiger and Wolf Sect have mastered the Chongshan Sword Technique. Do you know who Meng Hu, the man who wrote this diary, is?"

"Please tell me, Deacon Lin." Xie An really didn't know what kind of person Meng Hu was.

(End of this chapter)