Jin An: "Miss Lingyun, a friend of mine wants to ask, is it easy to have a martial arts epiphany?"

Zhang Lingyun's pretty face was solemn: "It's difficult to be in the sky, but it's hard to find." ”

"The path of martial arts should be gradual. ”

"If you don't accumulate depressions, you can't make thousands of miles, and if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't cause rivers and seas. ”

"The prince of Jin An should not be too ambitious and in a hurry. ”

"Otherwise, it is easy to go crazy, and at least it will be seriously injured and disabled, and at worst, the heart will be broken and killed. ”

Jin Anyi said: "Miss Lingyun misunderstood, I asked for my friend." ”

Zhang Lingyun's snow-white face looked at Jin An calmly.

Jin An'an diverted the topic: "Miss Lingyun, you are talented and intelligent, and you have been practicing martial arts since you were a child, in the past ten years, Miss Lingyun must have entered an epiphany, right?"

Zhang Lingyun: "......"

Jin An: "?"

Zhang Lingyun: "......"

Jin An: "???"

Zhang Lingyun: "Hmph!"

Jin An: "Miss Lingyun, why are you angry and turned around and left, Miss Lingyun, Miss Lingyun......"

......

Jin An can still clearly remember the scene when he went to Zhang Lingyun to ask questions about martial arts on the first day of practicing the Blood Sword Sutra.

As a result, he made Zhang Lingyun angry and walked away.

That day I had an epiphany, and Jin An was three times a night.

Scold.

Three times.

Seven days have passed since that night.

In these seven days, under the effect of Jin'an's century-old tonic soup, the skill of "Blood Knife Sutra" has progressed rapidly.

After all, not everyone who learns martial arts can have the help of a century-old medicine.

Even if you are a wealthy businessman and you have scattered all your family property, you may not be able to buy century-old ginseng, century-old angelica and other century-old medicines.

A hundred-year-old medicine, for martial arts, it is hard to find!

There is no market!

And under this kind of century-old medicine and great replenishment every moment, Jin An's daily cultivation speed is naturally making rapid progress.

Red blood energy consumes a person's qi and blood greatly.

It is to consume a large amount of one's own qi and blood to increase the scorching power and explosive power of the red blood energy.

Therefore, it is very easy to cause a deficit of qi and blood, which will lead to the sequelae of disability.

Or the body is too weak and lacks qi and blood. And once the red blood strength does not have enough qi and blood as a base, it will directly cause backlash, and the blood vessels of the whole body will burst and die.

Ordinary people who practice the "Blood Sword Sutra" are afraid that they will lose their qi and blood, and they are worried that they will fall into an incurable stubborn disease.

But Jin An has the "Centennial Ginseng Returning Great Tonic Soup", he has no worries at all, he only needs to drink the Centennial Tonic Soup in advance, and then with the help of the majestic qi and blood medicinal power in the big medicine, while cultivating the "Blood Knife Sutra", he can absorb and transform the century-old medicinal power.

The medicine boy at the pharmacy forcibly sold him a total of seven doses of medicinal herbs.

Jin An had eaten all the potions last night, and directly trained the red blood strength to the third layer, and he was now full of qi and blood.

If the qi is strong and the blood is strong, the muscles and bones are strong.

Jin An specially went to the back kitchen of the inn to try it, and the 300-pound grinding plate in the back kitchen could be carried with both hands.

Practicing martial arts diligently every day, even with Jin An's gaze, he is no longer as godless as before, but his spirit is condensed like a hemp rope, and he is full of spirit every day, and his eyes seem to hide the divine light that can not be used up.

The soft and feminine power of the sub-healthy body of modern people has been swept away from him, and he is now well-proportioned and imposing.

Gradually, there was that, the sharp edge of the horizontal knife.

......

During this time, in addition to practicing the "Blood Knife Sutra", Jin An also took the opportunity to try to set up a porridge stall to help the beggars and poor in the county for free.

In ancient times, there were nine generations of good people who set up porridge stalls and gave alms to the poor.

He also wants to emulate, maybe he can get infinite wool God's father.

At the thought of being able to pick up God's father's wool, Jin An is so good just thinking about it.

But the reality is a slap in the face!

Jin An deliberately went to accumulate Yin De, but he didn't even see the hair of Yin De.

This failure reminded Jin An of the city where he lived before, and he could often see old men and old women, or rich businessmen, buying fish, turtles, snakes, and messy little creatures, and releasing them into the river, thinking that this was accumulating yin virtue for himself to cover up his lack of guilt as a thief.

Actually?

Releasing so many fish and shrimp at once, and even buying scavengers, snapping turtles, and tilapia of invasive species, is not accumulating virtue for themselves and future generations, but destroying the local ecological balance and causing the extinction of fish and shrimp in the river... Yin virtue has not accumulated, but it has damaged a lot of yin virtue.

Jin An felt that he couldn't get Yin Virtue, which should be similar to the above example, deliberately doing it artificially would be unpretentious.

So later, Jin An no longer deliberately pursued that ethereal yin virtue, and occasionally practiced the "Blood Sword Sutra" when he was tired, so he gave soup to some beggars and poor people.

Or send the stray animals to the hospital.

......

Xu Kee Tea House.

Jin An, who had not been to Xu Ji Teahouse for several days, came to the teahouse again.

The main thing is that Jin An wants to listen to Mr. Storyteller and talk about the new things that happened in Chang County recently, and he can't be too informed.

Just taking advantage of the exhaustion of this "Ginseng Gui Tonic Soup", on the way to the pharmacy to buy the medicinal soup again, I went to the teahouse to inquire about some new news.

Jin An still sits in the old position.

I didn't see him for a few days, and when he reappeared in the teahouse, the people in the teahouse caused a lot of noise.

Many rich daughters, Xia Fei's cheeks, and her eyes were like spring water, and she secretly looked sideways at Jin An, who was young and promising, and had special skills.

Jin An is no longer an unknown son, but has achieved the achievement of being known in the streets, almost half of the people in Chang County have heard his name, and Mr. Storyteller just finished talking about Jin An's "drowning case".

"Prince Jin'an, you haven't been to the teahouse for a long time, but it's still Cassia tea?" The teahouse guy with a familiar face, when he saw Jin An walking into the teahouse, he hurriedly ran to greet him to the seat.

"Not this time, let's change to ordinary Maojian tea. ”

Drinking too much cassia tea is easy to have kidney yang deficiency and cold spleen and stomach, so you have to change your taste occasionally.

"Okay, Prince Jin'an, wait a minute. ”

The teahouse maid wiped the table with a rag, threw the rag over his shoulder, and then stepped back to get tea for Jin'an.

After the storyteller finished telling the drowning case, he took a sip of the temperature difference to moisten his throat and began to tell the next story.

Syllable!

Shocking wood settled.

"There are two flowers, one for each flower. ”

"In other words, not long ago, after Gongzi Jin An solved the 'Lei Gong Splitting Corpse Case' in the case within the case, a strange thing happened in the Chang County Prison. ”

On the third day of his arrest, Li Dashan of Shangpan Village, who killed his relatives and secretly hid gunpowder, died in prison in a strange and violent manner, involving the rest of his accomplices who wanted to kill people and kill people. ”

"The story I want to tell today is that Zheng Zhutou, one of the three famous arrests in Chang County, broke the case of harboring in Shangpan Village, cut off six heads, and eliminated the rest of Li Dashan's accomplices in one fell swoop. ”

"Predict the details of the story, and listen to me slowly......"

Well?

Jin An, who was waiting for tea, was unexpectedly stunned.

Immediately listen attentively to the details.

As soon as Mr. Storyteller's words fell, outside the street, there was a sudden commotion, noise, and many people ran outside the county, as if there was some excitement to see.

A guest in the teahouse grabbed one of the passers-by and asked what was going on?

The passer-by replied: "On the northern slope of Chang County, a white coffin that has been dug up to occupy other people's graves has been dug up, and now there are Taoist priests who are preparing to do things and carry the coffin!"