Chapter 5 Hun Gong

After the old monk finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the inner courtyard. Although Liang Yan was confused and wanted to ask, seeing that he had no intention of answering, he had no choice but to give up and follow the old monk.

In the inner courtyard, the two people stood facing each other.

"Amitabha, the person who caused your father's death has been punished. The remaining person is just a blind man who actually did not take action. Can't you put aside your grudges and concentrate on cultivating Taoism?"

"What do I mean? It turns out that the old monk is still here to lobby. Since there is no need to say more, the hatred of killing my father is irreconcilable, how can I not avenge it?!"

The old monk had already regarded Liang Yan as half of his disciples. At this time, he wanted to give him some advice, but after hearing these words, he couldn't help but feel annoyed secretly, and cursed in his heart: "What a stupid boy."

The two were speechless for a moment, standing opposite each other in the inner courtyard. Suddenly, the old monk raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger to touch Liang Yan's forehead. Liang Yan suddenly felt a stinging pain coming from him, and his instinctive reaction was to reach out to block it.

But the next moment, a formula appeared in Liang Yan's mind out of thin air. It was mysterious and obscure, and seemed to be a method of practicing luck and qi. Liang Yan understood clearly in his heart that this was the old monk teaching him the Dharma, so he immediately stood there with his hands down without any resistance.

After a while, the old monk withdrew his right hand, and a complete chant appeared in his mind. Liang Yan took a deep breath, lowered his knees, and knelt down to perform the ceremony of worship.

The old monk stretched out his hand and pulled, and an invisible force suddenly rose up, holding his legs so that he could not kneel down.

"You don't have to be polite. What I've taught you is just a superficial introduction, just a way to get started. I've said it before. I'm not your master, and you're not my apprentice. When you walk outside in the future, you can't be a master and a disciple. Do you understand? "

Liang Yan was stunned for a moment and could only nod his head in confusion.

"You go out and say hello to the people outside first, we will leave immediately."

"Where are we going?"

"Go find an old friend."

Liang Yan's mind was filled with doubts at this time, why the old monk taught the immortal method but did not treat him as a master and a disciple. After much deliberation, I still didn't understand. I was in trance and had already returned to the lobby.

Suddenly, a gust of fragrant wind blew across my face, and I saw a cute and gentle little girl with double braids running up to me. It was Wan'er.

She took Liang Yan's hand and said in a half-pleading tone: "Brother Liang, just come with me to the capital for a stroll. The capital is really fun."

"That's not possible. I have other things to do now."

Wan'er looked disappointed, her little face was full of grievances, but she still managed to cheer up and said, "Then you promise, you must come to the capital to play with me in the future."

Liang Yan said "hmm" absently.

Wan'er's face turned from rainy to clear, and she burst into laughter. At the same time, she stretched out her little finger with her right hand and hooked it on Liang Yan's little finger.

"Then we have made an agreement to hang ourselves with a hook, and we will not change it for a hundred years!"

Liang Yan reacted and looked at Wan'er blankly. His face turned red for no reason, and he said a serious "hmm" this time.

Wan'er seemed to have heard the happiest thing in the world. Her pretty face was white and rosy, which was really cute. At this time, Lin Ziqing's call came from outside the hospital, and Wan'er reluctantly let go of her little hands and walked outside, looking back from time to time.

“You must come to the capital!”

Liang Yan nodded silently and looked outside. The woman in red had already packed up with everyone. She carried Wan'er into the carriage and was ready to go on the road. Seeing Liang Yan's eyes, she also nodded to him, then jumped on the horse and took her with her. Watching everyone leave slowly.

Liang Yan was silent for a moment, then turned back to the inner courtyard and said to the withered back: "Old monk, let's go too."

Winter passes and spring comes, and a year passes in the blink of an eye.

The sky was clear on this day, and a convoy was stationed on a dense jungle trail.

In the motorcade, a young scholar dressed as a scribe, holding an ink folding fan, was shaking his head and reciting poems and praises, seeming to be intoxicated himself.

In the back row of the motorcade, a middle-aged man who looked like a butler frowned with a look of disgust. The person next to him said: "Steward Lu, this young master is getting more and more outrageous. This poem makes no sense."

"Humph, the young master is young and playful. He doesn't like reading. He prefers to seek out those heroes and immortals who live in the bustling city. I don't know how many mountains he has visited and how many temples he has donated to in the past few years."

"Isn't that right? I don't know which temple I met on the road yesterday. I don't know which temple the old monk is from. He also has a young disciple. Looking at his skinny appearance, he doesn't look like an eminent monk. The young master insisted on getting out of the car to treat him with courtesy. Taking them on the road together and providing them with good food and drink along the way is just nonsense."

Butler Lu coughed and said, "Okay, don't talk anymore. It's not like you don't know the young master's temperament. He prefers these accomplished monks." When he mentioned the words "achieved monks", he emphasized his tone and looked back. An old monk who was sitting cross-legged looked at him with a self-evident sarcasm.

After a pause, he then said: "The young master has been loved by his wife since he was a child. We servants should just do our duty and don't make unreasonable comments!" When everyone heard this, they nodded hurriedly in agreement.

At this moment, a swordsman in green in the front row of the motorcade suddenly shouted loudly: "Everyone is on alert!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and more than a dozen guards who were eating dry food almost pulled out their weapons at the same time and formed a circle with wary expressions.

A strange laugh came from the woods: "Jie Jie! The boy's reaction is quite clever."

Then a burly man walked out from behind the tree, carrying a large copper hammer weighing tens of kilograms on his shoulder. Behind him were four reckless bandits, one holding a knife, one holding an ax, and the other two using swords.

Seeing the appearance of the five people clearly, the swordsman in green felt his heart pounding, as if he had been hit hard. Then he cupped his fists and smiled bitterly: "It turns out that they are the five tigers and three wolves of Fengyun Village. I have admired them for a long time."

"Haha, little kid, you have some sense. Since you know our great names, why don't you hand over the gold and silver quickly? We can't do that and kill them all. Hand over the money and leave you a way to survive."

The swordsman in green was depressed. If these five tigers met one on one, he would not be sure of victory. Now that the five tigers are here together, although he has many men, they are not the enemy of these people together. If they were to fight, no one would survive.

But there is something important in the car. It was ordered by the city lord himself and there must be no mistakes. If it is given with both hands, the city lord will hold him accountable after returning to the city. Not only will he not be able to survive, but neither will the old mothers, wives and children in the city.

"It seems that we can only gather everyone's strength to fight. I will take advantage of the chaos to take that thing away. Well, if the situation permits, I will also take away the bastard of the city lord."

The swordsman in green was thinking in his mind, but the five tigers over there were waiting impatiently. Especially the reckless bandit with the knife was as impatient as ever. Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, he shouted loudly: "Brother, this kid is still lucky enough to let me chop off a few heads first."

After saying that, without waiting for an answer, he rushed straight in front of a guard and slashed with his sword. The guard had never seen such speed before. In a panic, he drew his sword to block, ping! The swords met, and the long sword broke with a sound. The sword continued unabated and wiped out the guard's neck.

Seeing that the body was about to be separated and the body was lying on the spot, the sword suddenly stopped an inch in front of the neck and could no longer move forward.

Everyone looked up and saw a teenage boy with black clothes and black hair standing on the sword. He was carrying a branch on his right shoulder. On the branch was half a roasted wild boar. It turned out that he had just hunted and barbecued. Look back.

The knife-wielding bandit was sweating profusely and tried to pull the knife back with all his strength, but the knife seemed to be nailed in the air and motionless. He couldn't help but feel horrified and shouted loudly: "Brother, the idea is pricking my hand. Come on, brothers, shoulder to shoulder!"

Someone in the convoy approached the swordsman in green and whispered: "Leader, do we want to go up and help?"

The swordsman in green mused slightly and said: "Don't worry, this guy has been so quiet before. He obviously wants to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. Let's wait and see what happens and see his strength before talking."

While they were talking here, the five tigers had already swarmed up.

The gangster wielding the hammer charged from the front with a copper hammer in hand, while the gangster wielding the ax had already silently circled behind, preparing for a killing blow. The two tiger wielders of the sword were brothers, and they were later taught the art of combined strikes by an expert. , the two of them rarely failed when using their swords together. At this time, the two of them used the technique of combined attack, attacking the young man in black from the left and from the right.

The boy in black didn't seem worried. Instead, he took off a yellow wooden gourd from his waist and took a sip. Then he turned over and jumped up. The gangster holding the knife was free. He felt happy and slashed at the young man with his backhand knife.

The young man was in mid-air, not in a hurry, and whipped his left leg in the air. With a "pop!" sound, he hit the knife-wielding gangster in the face. The knife-wielding gangster flew backwards like a leaf in the wind and hit a boulder. His face was bloody and bloody, and he died on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, the young man turned around and opened his mouth to spit out a stream of white mist, which seemed to be the drink he had just drank. The target was the gangster behind him with an axe. The gangster's expression changed and he hurriedly waved the ax to resist.

But the white mist was as fast as lightning and hit him in an instant. It was like a hundred needles piercing paper. Countless blood holes appeared on the gangster's body. The life in his eyes disappeared quickly. He was actually sprayed to death by the young man with a sip of wine.

The young man spit out the drink in the air, fell down, and landed on one foot with his right foot. A circle of transparent ripples seemed to spread from his feet. The two tigers, who were wielding swords on the left and right, suddenly felt a huge force coming from their feet, which instantly shattered their hearts. The two men still maintained the action of thrusting their swords sharply, and took two steps forward. When Kan walked in front of the young man, he tilted his head and fell to the ground dead.

This black-clothed young man could only flip over in the air, kick one person to death, spray one person to death, and shock two people to death. All this is a long story, but in reality it only takes a few breaths.

Four of the five tigers were gone, and only the hammer-wielding tiger had just arrived in front of him. Seeing the scene in front of him, he was so horrified that he immediately turned around and ran away. But the boy in black didn't give him a chance. He rushed forward and killed him with just one punch.

After the young man in black cleaned up the five tigers, the remaining people in the convoy looked at each other and did not dare to say a word. This young man's methods were so terrifying. If he had evil intentions towards them, I am afraid that none of them would survive.

The swordsman in green wiped the sweat on his head, stepped forward to flatter the young man and gave him a fist, and was about to speak. An old voice came from the back row of the motorcade and said: "These people are just looking for money and not killing anyone. You didn't leave anyone alive as soon as you came up. After all, it's too much."

The young man in black glanced at him sideways and said calmly: "These five people were born in a bandit village, and there must be accomplices nearby. If we let them go today, it will attract more robbers in the future. Wouldn't it be very annoying?"

This young man in black is naturally Liang Yan, and behind the car is the old monk who taught him the instructions that day. The two people acted as if there was no one around, asking and answering questions, but no one dared to interrupt. The old monk seemed to have known his character and kept silent after he finished speaking. Liang Yan ignored him and climbed into a carriage, tore off a leg of the wild boar and started to chew it up.

Everyone outside the car looked at each other, and the leading swordsman in green coughed and said: "We can't guess what an expert does. Since they are willing to stay in the car, let's not disturb them too much." Then he ordered the person on the right: "Give the order, go ahead. No one is allowed near the last two carriages!”.

"Yes!" The man got the order and immediately passed the order back.

After the convoy took a rest, it began to meander south again, but what they didn't know was that in the early morning of the third day, while passing a green mountain peak, two figures quickly left the convoy.

At the foot of Cuishan Mountain, two figures, an old man and a young man, walked slowly. It was Liang Yan and the old monk.

Seeing the sun rising, the old monk walked slowly to a big stone on the side of the road. After sitting cross-legged, he said to Liang Yan: "Let's get started. Do today's homework again."

Liang Yan curled his lips, walked to the roadside, stood on one foot with his left foot, hooked his right foot around his ankle, leaned his upper body back and hung in the air, supported his head with his left hand, and arched his back with his right hand. This posture was really weird, but Liang Yan seemed to have been practicing it for a long time. He just closed his eyes and kept his posture unchanged.

About an hour passed like this. Liang Yan changed his posture again, this time it was even weirder. He actually lay face down, holding his head with his left hand and his left knee with his right hand.

If anyone passed by and saw them, they would definitely point out these two people, but Liang Yan was already used to it. In fact, he had been training like this for a year.

Since the old monk took him out of the teahouse a year ago, he used his great supernatural powers to introduce qi into his body and helped him enter the first level of qi training, which was considered as his official start in cultivating immortality.

But since then, the old monk did not teach him the secrets of immortality as Liang Yan imagined. Just teach him eight weird postures. These eight postures can be said to be against human habits, as awkward as they are.

But the old monk asked him to practice every day until he had memorized the eight postures thoroughly and did not miss any details. Then he was asked to make weird postures while following the unknown formula he taught in his mind.

At first, Liang Yan had doubts, but after a few days of posing in strange postures and following the formula, he discovered that all the bones and flesh in his body seemed to be reborn, and he had infinite strength when running and walking. He gave up in joy. questioned.

It's just that the postures taught by the old monk were too weird, and the old monk never explained them to him in detail, but only urged him to practice. Liang Yan was angry, so he randomly named these postures. For example, he named the first two postures "Dozing Phase" and "Rolling Phase" respectively. There were also "Swearing Phase" and "Punch Phase". .

The young man concentrated on practicing, while the old monk closed his eyes and meditated. The two of them were silent for a long time. When Liang Yan finally stopped working, the old monk stood up slowly, nodded at him, turned around and walked up the mountain.

Liang Yan intuitively felt that the old monk seemed to have something on his mind when he came to Cuishan this time, but he never said much, and Liang Yan didn't like to ask too many questions, so he could only follow behind dully.

After walking on the mountain road for a long time, Liang Yan suddenly said: "Old monk, you have been teaching me for a year. Now can you tell me what kind of skills I practice?"

"Hunting Gong." The old monk said without looking back.

Liang Yan was stunned when he heard this, and then immediately realized that he was angry that he gave random names to the postures he taught. I couldn’t help but clapped my hands and laughed:

"Wonderful, extremely fast! This set of exercises of yours makes you curse in the streets or roll around on the ground. You look like a street gangster. If you call it a gangster's skill, that is more appropriate! Hahaha!"

Liang Yan smiled for a long time, but saw no response from the front. Finally, he couldn't help but asked: "Old monk, what are we doing here in Cuishan?"

The old monk's unhurried voice came from the empty mountain road:

"Find someone."