"Big Manager."

The Ding Li passed the Taoist temple and walked around several roads. Finally, after the sky was completely dark, he came to a carriage. He bowed and said, "One hundred taels and that thing have been handed over to him."

There was a faint response in the carriage.

"Actually..." the servant hesitated: "He is just a young man, and he is still alone now. Why bother with great trouble? Why not put him in trouble..."

This family only said half of the words, but the meaning was already very obvious.

"Is this something you can point fingers? The servant is the servant, don't think too much." A humble sound came from the carriage and said, "If he dies, the Shangguan family will be able to refuse the young master's proposal for marriage in the name of filial piety."

The servants hurriedly bowed their heads and dared not say much.

But he was even more confused and fearful.

In just a few years, the Shangguan family went from an ordinary wealthy family to a famous wealthy family in Fengxing Mansion, which was almost comparable to a century-old family like the Chen family.

Today is all due to the Miss Shangguan who was appreciated by noble people in the capital. Mr. Chen actually forced the marriage to this Miss Shangguan. Could it be that she was not afraid of revenge on the Chen family after she returned from the capital?

Although he is just a servant, this family can understand that with Miss Shangguan’s reputation in the capital alone, the Shangguan family can develop into a wealthy family that is comparable to the Chen family’s accumulation in the past century. It can be imagined that Miss Shangguan’s status in the capital must be extraordinary, and the noble person who promoted Miss Shangguan must be no simple person. If we really want to come, how can Miss Shangguan be coveted by the Chen family?

But he didn't dare to say this.

"It's not good to come out for so long. You should go back to Shangguan's house soon."

The voice of the great manager came from the carriage.

The clerk left in a hurry when he encountered a general amnesty.

The chief manager came out of the carriage and waved his hand to let the coachman enter and drove the carriage himself.

"With that person escorting him, even if Miss Shangguan is so noble, my Chen family will not be afraid. But this Qin boy, if it weren't for this matter, it would have been a complete end to him."

The big manager always feels a little uneasy when facing the evening breeze.

...

It was already night, but Qin Xianyu turned off the candle.

He lit an incense at night.

The incense head is a little red, which is very conspicuous at night.

"Your sword belongs to Zhao, the Ksaifeng Villa, and it is not easy to show up in front of others. If you want to use this sword, you should have the hilt decorated and the sword blade should be modified, but in this way, the feel of holding the sword will be slightly worse. According to the old Taoist's opinion, it is better to change the sword. Besides, your posture of holding the sword is not right. I think you didn't know martial arts at all yesterday, and those martial arts secrets were also taken by the old Taoist. Isn't this your own way to explore? This method is not right, and..."

The old Taoist priest leaned against the head of the bed and gave a lot of comments.

Qin Xianyu put down his sword slightly and said lightly: "You just took away the martial arts secret book from me the day before yesterday. Today, I came to me with serious injuries. I dare to mention this matter. Are you not afraid that Xiaodao, I will kill you, the old Taoist?"

The old Taoist priest laughed and said, "If you want to kill someone, you shouldn't have cured my injuries."

Qin Xianyu said silently, finally sighed and said, "Your injury is too serious. Even my father can't bring you back to life. I just used a needle to stop my blood and qi and apply medicine to you, and I can't last long."

It's strange that the old Taoist's chest and abdomen were torn apart, and his internal organs were damaged, and he still could not die. It was simply incredible. I just remembered that the old Taoist came and went like smoke yesterday, and he was probably a magical figure.

The old Taoist priest smiled faintly, not caring about his injuries at all. He just looked at Qin Xianyu and said, "Do you want to use a sword to split the incense head and split it into two halves? This method is good. You can practice strength, eyesight, and accurate head, but that's all. At most, it's a way to practice martial arts, but it's a bit superficial."

Qin Xianyu paused slightly and looked at the old Taoist.

"The old Taoist is also familiar with martial arts. If you really have advanced martial arts, you must have golden needle acupoints, stimulate qi and blood, or have secret medicines, medicinal soups and other methods. And this is just the most superficial skill. If you practice it well, you will be quick in your hands and eyes and start with steadily, but if you want to achieve it, it is still quite difficult for ordinary people. Strictly speaking, it is not as good as the effectiveness of starting to stand."

The old Taoist said slowly: "Even if you start steadily, have excellent eyesight and play very accurately, it is useless if you don't hit it. What's more, if you really fight with others, your strength is essential. Your skill can only practice wrist strength, and you are still a little short of your strength."

Qin Xianyu was slightly shocked.

In fact, he has heard people say these secret methods, secret medicines, and other secret needles that stimulate qi and blood, but these are just rumors.

"Martial arts are divided into three steps. The first step can transport qi and blood, and the energy is greatly increased. The second step is to cultivate internal strength, which is even more extraordinary. The last step is to reach the pinnacle. The internal strength is released from the outside, and the ability to pick flowers and fly leaves and hurt people is like a magical way in the eyes of ordinary people."

The old Taoist said lightly: "If you can reach the point of transporting qi and blood, once you transport qi and blood, you can burst out several times of your strength, lift hundreds of pounds of weight, and hold weapons to fight with people, and take the strength first. The internal strength only needs to be stimulated, and there will be great force in every move. Raising a knife and swinging a sword can break trees and crack stones. As for picking flowers and flying leaves and hurting people, it will reach the pinnacle, and contemporary martial arts are also rare."

"In the eyes of the old Taoist, if you practice this method well, it is quite useful to deal with ordinary people. However, if you only practice one sword, you don't know the sword path and don't practice your body skills, it's still a little short of dealing with those who have martial arts."

The old Taoist priest looked at Qin Xianyu and sighed: "Even those laymen who only know skills, do not know how to transport qi and blood, and fail to enter the house, are much better than you."

Qin Xianyu's eyebrows gradually frowned, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

He sighed, waved his sword and waved it down.

The sword fell from the burning incense head and split the incense in half from it, extremely flat.

A little residual red light flashed slightly and returned to darkness.

"You..." Seeing this scene, the old Taoist priest suddenly suffocated, with a look of surprise in his eyes. He suddenly remembered that the young man was not good at martial arts the day before yesterday, so how could he practice this skill so skillfully today?

This skill is as perfect as a natural achievement.

"You..." The old Taoist priest was shocked and lost his composure. "How could you practice so quickly? Did you really create this method yourself?"

Qin Xianyu was silent for a moment, pondered for a moment, then lit the candle, took out the secret book, and sent it to the old Taoist.

The old Taoist gently opened these pages, and with the candlelight, he clearly saw all the records in it. After reading them back and forth seven or eight times, he felt that this was the most ordinary skill. Although it was a bit difficult, it was just to practice the ability to chop the sword. However, the sword of this little Taoist priest actually felt as if it were natural.

After pondering for a moment, the old Taoist priest asked, "Where did this secret book come from?"

Qin Xianyu hesitated a little and finally told the origin of the secret book to the truth, but the jade pill was of great importance and it was hidden.

In Qin Xianyu's mind, he vaguely guessed that this sword technique was used to hone the extraordinary skills brought by the jade pill, not how profound the sword practice was.

After hearing the origin of this secret book, the old Taoist suddenly became a little solemn. He no longer looked down on it. He watched it several times and pondered: "When you start, don't move your wrists, just use your arms to exert force to fall into the sword. This way you can practice arm strength. Next, you will practice waist strength and use your waist to exert force."

"When you have practiced these two steps well, then practice the method of splitting soybeans and splitting them, there will be another situation."

"The so-called stabbing to death and killing wounds. If a sword stabs a person, it is easier to take human life than a person. If you practice all the above steps well in the future, then stab it with the tip of the sword. If you can stab the incense stick without falling, and can stab the soybeans in the air, then you will be called entering the hall."

The old Taoist priest looked at the secret book and tossed and gave a little guidance with his century of experience, which made people suddenly enlightened: "When you have practiced these few steps well, you should practice some swordsmanship and body steps. Once you have mastered it, generally people who can carry blood and blood are not your opponent."

The old Taoist priest had just given a little guidance and divided these steps of sword practice into multiple levels.

Qin Xianyu just heard it and realized that the layers were clear and very surprised.

If you only follow Qin Xianyu's original sword-making method, even if you practice it proficiently, you can only deal with ordinary people. Those who understand martial arts, even those who are just outsiders who cannot carry their qi and blood, still understand sword skills. If you really fight, with that little skill, you will definitely lose.

The old Taoist's methods are different. If you practice them all, then each sword can be shot in a hundred shots, regardless of whether it is swinging or stabbing the sword, it will be extremely accurate. By then, if you learn sword skills and supplemented by body skills, you will be a master.

Even though he practiced this way, Qin Xianyu was just an outsider who could not carry qi and blood. However, in terms of external skills, his swordsmanship, which was quite good at all, was already extremely amazing. If he was accompanied by a body technique and was flexible in adapting, even facing a person who transported qi and blood, he might not be able to defeat him.

"You practice first, and I will study it and see what the secrets it has."

The old Taoist frowned and thoughtfully said, "Then Zhao boy is also a person who has cultivated his internal strength. He is a top master in the martial arts world. How could he keep this shallow secret so seriously? There must be a mystery in it."

At night, Qin Xianyu was still waving his sword.

However, without using wrists to exert force, it is obviously restricted.

Although it hit the score at the beginning, it was still slanted. Later, every sword could split a stick of incense and separate it from it, very symmetrical.

The old Taoist only took a few glances and became solemn.

That night, Qin Xianyu did not fall asleep.

Waving the sword overnight.

I don't know how many incense sticks have been split.

From wrist strength, to arm strength, to waist strength, no matter where you exert force, you can split that stick of incense at will. And he also discovered that most people use their wrists to exert force, just like before, but the force on their arms should be stronger, and the force on their waists is even stronger.

As for the step of splitting the soybeans, I probably have to go to the city to buy soybeans.

The old Taoist priest looked at him and thought for a moment whether he wanted to teach him a method of standing in a stance and learn how to transport qi and blood?

As the morning light first came, a little movement came from outside the Taoist temple.

The old Taoist priest lay on the bed, wrapped himself in a quilt, and said lightly: "I'm sleeping with you, old Taoist, someone is looking for you outside."
Chapter completed!