Chapter 10 Martial Arts Entry
"Number one in Jinmen?" Xie Que reacted instantly. He knew where his sense of familiarity came from.
Jia Dalin only reluctantly entered the country, but he was still a martial artist.
The martial artists who entered the country were divided into strong and weak ones, and Jia Dalin was only at the bottom among them. He was nothing in Jinmen City, where martial arts was extremely strong.
But he had also heard of the name of Yuan Shun, the top martial arts master in Jinmen decades ago.
It is said that Yuan Shun inherited the secret boxing school and improved Yanqing Boxing, a mediocre boxing method, and promoted it widely in Tianjin.
Soon after Yuan Shun was less than 30 years old, he broke into the third level of martial arts. After becoming a martial arts master, he challenged several martial arts masters in succession, and won all of them, establishing his reputation as the number one martial arts master in Jinmen.
Xie Que couldn't help but feel his blood swell. He had never thought that this humble old man could have such a dazzling past experience.
It's just that I don't know why he fell into such a situation, Xie Que is a little confused.
But when he thought about the manifestation of ghosts and gods in this world, and even the living corpses that attacked him this morning, Xie Que felt relieved.
Moreover, according to what Mu Yongquan said, not only warriors exist, but also Taoism exists in the world.
Xie Que knew clearly that the method used by the Taoist priest to examine the poisoned corpse just now should be Taoism.
Seeing Xie Que's puzzled expression, Mu Yongquan just smiled bitterly and sighed: "It's a pity that martial arts ends at the third level, but the third level is not the end of Taoism."
Xie Que pursed his lips and said nothing. This was something he could guess.
"After the third realm, Taoism calls it the entering realm, which is the fourth realm." Mu Yongquan said to him.
"Those who practice Taoism are powerless in the first three realms, but once they enter Taoism, they can turn into gods and gods, and treat martial arts masters like dumb dogs."
Xie Que's thoughts flashed, but as if Mu Yongquan had read his thoughts, he said with a smile: "Since your martial arts has entered the country, don't think about Taoism. If you want to practice Taoism, it is best to start from the age of ten." If you start before, if you do it later, your mind will be too complicated and erratic, making it difficult to enter the country.”
"Your talent in martial arts is quite good, practice martial arts well!" Mu Yongquan patted Xie Que on the shoulder, and Xie Que felt a little raw pain from being slapped on his bones.
Xie Que is not disappointed either. After all, with the existence of the Judgment of Death, even if he practices martial arts, he will not be inferior to Taoism.
Seeing that Mu Yongquan was about to leave, Xie Que still asked the doubts in his heart: "My father..."
Mu Yongquan sighed, with a haggard look on his face: "Although Uncle Master is the number one in Jinmen, he can't beat the Taoist Master."
Can one be called a real person after entering the Tao? Xie Que's eyes moved slightly, he was indeed better than the Grand Master in terms of reputation.
"Uncle Master was helping me to suppress the Demon Division back then, and when I was hunting down a demonic master who committed crimes in Qingzhou, he was injured by the opponent." Speaking of this, Mu Yongquan also showed a hint of pride: "But that demonic master He was also seriously injured by his uncle, and he escaped and disappeared. Judging from his injuries, he must have turned into withered bones."
Mu Yongquan's face showed a slight look of pity: "It's a pity that after uncle was hit into the Wuding River, he seemed to have lost his memory."
"Guess how old your father is this year?"
"More than seventy? Eighty?" Xie Que guessed as he recalled Dashun's old appearance.
Mu Yongquan stretched out four fingers and said: "Only over forty, less than fifty years old."
Xie Que couldn't help but be dumbfounded. He looked through all the memories of his predecessor, and found that Dashun looked like he was half buried in the earth.
Mu Yongquan shook his head with some pity: "Uncle Master must have been injured by the devil's Taoism, which damaged his foundation, which made him look so old."
Speaking of this, Mu Yongquan seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Are you interested in joining the Demon Suppression Division?"
Xie Que has the existence of the Judgment of Death, and Wudinghe is his basic base. What's better than having a strong entry? He refused Mu Yongquan's invitation without thinking.
The two of them left immediately. Before leaving, Mu Yongquan just remembered the business and solemnly told Xie Que to burn the poisoned corpse.
Xie Que asked Mu Yongquan again about the living corpse he encountered in the morning.
After Mu Yongquan saw the corpse, he showed a more serious expression than when he examined the corpse for poison, and took the woman's body away.
In this regard, Mu Yongquan remained silent and did not give any reason. He just vaguely said that there was something dirty and asked Xie Que to be more careful.
Before leaving, he gave Xie Que a gray pill the size of a baby's fist called "Baihu Gujing Pill" as a greeting gift to his junior brother.
Xie Que immediately took some wood and threw it into the usual corpse-burning pit, burned the poisoned corpse together with the bamboo raft, and buried the ashes in the soil according to Mu Yongquan's instructions.
After finishing his work, Xie Que exhaled and took out the "White Tiger Consolidating Essence Pill" from his waist that Mu Yongquan had left before leaving.
He put it in his mouth, dissolved it with wine, and swallowed it.
A very hot breath rose from his stomach, like fire burning his body and arms.
Xie Que endured the discomfort in his body, positioned his legs, jumped onto the edge of the water tank, and began to practice boxing.
According to the boxing manual, entering the realm is also called the body-building realm, which requires tempering the muscles, bones, and membranes of the whole body.
Xie Que's veins popped out all over his body, his blood vessels were exposed under his skin, and countless blood drops the size of rice grains seeped out of his pores.
His body temperature rose rapidly, and his entire body showed an extremely abnormal red color.
The effect of "keep your fists in your hands" seems to have been enhanced at this time. The boxing tips that Dashun gave him were flipped through in his mind page by page, and he understood the key points of countless moves at this time!
He punched out, feeling a burst of joy in his heart, and the water tank under his feet suddenly burst.
Xie Que didn't care at all. He landed firmly on the ground and performed the entire set of boxing techniques from scratch.
He punched seven times in succession, making sounds and dust flying in the air.
Xie Que knew that with the help of this elixir, he had made up for the last problem of his lack of physical fitness, and martial arts had quietly entered the realm at this moment.
Xie Que felt a little excited in his heart, feeling powerful as never before, and couldn't help but start laughing.
This is not a case of laughter, but a feeling of joy from the bottom of my heart.
Dashun inside the house seemed to have noticed the movement outside the house. He stood quietly by the door and looked at Xie Que who was sweating and sweating outside, his eyes flashing with gleams.
Xie Que punched the entire set of fists several times, and then stopped when he felt his whole body was a little tired.
Seeing the broken water tank on the ground and his adoptive father with a serious expression, Xie Que couldn't help but laugh awkwardly.
After knowing Dashun's true identity, Xie Que became more cautious.
After all, the other party was once the number one martial arts master in Jinmen City. Although he is now just a corpse collector by the Wuding River, he was once the target that others looked up to.
"I'll clean it up right now!" Xie Que picked up the broom and swept aside the remains of the water tank on the ground.