Taoist noble students.

Martial arts training is not for fighting, but for strengthening the body and protecting the way.

The power of the big toad qi theory is not as good as the iron leg skill, after all, no matter how strong the stomach bag is, it can't compare to the fists and feet of the sword, its role is to eat more and less to prolong life and increase the speed of forging the body.

"After cultivating, there is a life-saving secret technique, which is used to protect the Dao!"

When Li Ping'an saw the word "life-saving", he immediately became interested and checked the method called Jin Toad's breath.

On weekdays, when cultivating the Great Toad Qi, the stomach will contain a ball of true qi, and the power will continue to grow over time, and when fighting with the enemy, take advantage of it and spit it out.

True Qi is formless and qualitative, and it cannot be prevented, but it can kill with one blow.

"Good way!"

Li Ping'an couldn't help but exclaim, this method is very consistent with himself.

According to the secret arts, ten years of cultivation can break the iron armor, and a hundred years of qi can even penetrate the city wall.

"If we have been raising for 10,000 years, can we collapse the mountains and crack the rocks, intercept the river and cut off the flow?"

Li Ping'an put away the animal skin, opened the envelope and checked it, it was written where the prisoner's family hid the treasure, and asked the heir to swear to the sky.

Destroy the Weiyuan Marquis's Mansion is full of doors, otherwise there will be five thunderbolts, and there will be no corpses and so on.

"This thing...... Leave it to future generations! ”

Li Ping'an took the pen and ink, copied the whole text of the big toad, and the tulle reflected the humanoid pictures, striving to be the slightest.

Then the animal skin was wrapped in an envelope and sewn back into the belly of the corpse, pretending not to have found it or seen it.

Three days later.

Li Ping'an buried the corpses, and another batch came to the mortuary.

Hundreds of people were involved in the nine clans, and relatives on the fringes sent them to the vegetable market to behead them, and the key criminals in the immediate family were repeatedly tortured and interrogated whether there were any accomplices.

It doesn't matter if it's there or not, the case will be closed if the trial is dead!

……

The seventh day of November.

The north wind is bitter.

The entrance of the vegetable market was crowded with people early on, bustling and noisy.

Hundreds of prisoners knelt in a row at the execution ground, with death cards stuck around their necks, like livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

The executioner carried a large knife in his arms, polished and shiny, and waited for the order of the warden to behead the prisoner with a single sword.

A few days ago, the imperial court posted a notice that the Lu clan in Liangzhou was suspected of rebellion, and today they began to punish the nine clans!

This was the first major case of Daqian's punishment of the nine clans, which attracted onlookers from all over the capital, and they all stretched their necks to see the beheading.

Li Ping'an stood in the crowd with his hands in his hands, waiting to cut off his head and collect the body.

The surrounding people were talking chaotically, some said that the Lu family was a pseudo-dynasty royal family who changed their surname, and some said that they were the descendants of the important ministers of the pseudo-dynasty.

No one doubts that it is an unjust case, His Majesty said that whoever is a thief is a thief!

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the yang energy is at its peak.

The warden took the token out of the cylinder and threw it on the execution ground.

"Execution!"

The executioner took off the death card, spat wine at the large knife, and raised the knife at the prisoner's neck.

Click!

The skull rolled on the ground, blood spurting from its neck.

"Good! Good! Good ......"

The common people applauded, saw the heads fall to the ground, saw the blood splashed, and their faces were flushed with excitement.

When I see people dead and alive, my heart is happy!

When the executioner heard the cheers, his face turned pale, and he swung his sword again and landed another head.

The prisoner was young and strong, or he died too unjustly, and the blood in his neck splattered six or seven feet away.

"Phew! Bad luck! ”

The executioner spat blood, wiped the blood from his face, and slashed again.

The cheers of the people were endless, like the ups and downs of the waves, and Li Ping'an stood in the crowd, almost thinking that he had come to the scene of the evil road assembly.

I suddenly understood that no one cared if this was an unjust case or not.

As long as the ghost head knife is not cut on their heads, it is right to shout long live our emperor!

The execution is over.

The people scattered in all directions, and the excitement had not yet faded, and they were excited to talk to people.

For example, the prisoner who splattered six feet of blood, such as the human head with two eyes staring at the sky, or made an appointment to come early tomorrow and occupy a high position.

For a long time to come, this was all talk.

Li Ping'an pushed the cart to collect the body, and a mat wrapped a person's head and body, pulled it back and sewn it up, and it couldn't be wrong.

There were also more than 20 undertakers, who were slowly moving the corpses, and they didn't want to overcharge any of them.

If you die of punishing the nine clans, you will inevitably be angry.

It's wrong that the Beijing government has issued a notice, and no one wants to take this job!

"Grandfathers and uncles, take them to my mortuary!" Li Ping'an greeted his colleagues warmly, with sincere words and a thin sense of righteousness.

"Lao Li has a good grandson!"

The undertakers praised one after another, and they had a good impression of Li Ping'an.

It is inevitable that there are bad intentions, saying nice things on their lips, and secretly scolding in their hearts, how can you come out?

The entrance of the vegetable market was cut for three days in a row.

The mortuary is only two or three zhang square, and it cannot be placed while lying down, so they can only be allowed to stand.

People are next to each other, densely packed.

The sixth master came with the corpse on his back and looked at more than two hundred pairs of eyes.

Standing at the door and hesitating for a moment, he didn't want any money, he left the body and turned around and ran, and then he didn't come for half a month.

……

this day.

In the evening.

Li Ping'an drank three bowls of pork liver porridge, practiced iron leg skills for half an hour, and sat in the courtyard to comprehend the big toad.

"Kneel and sit like a toad, close your eyes, interlock your fingers, and forget your thoughts......"

This sentence is easy to understand with pictures.

"The five spirits of the high, the eight gates of the cave, the silence is not heard, the gas is collected and the smoke is ......"

Li Ping'an's brows were furrowed, his eyes were blank, he knew every word, but he couldn't understand the meaning of the formula.

"Is it really impossible to learn?"

Martial arts practice is divided into physical techniques and true qi.

The threshold for physical skills is low, the exercises are simple and easy to understand, and the cultivation is effective.

Ordinary people have exercises and silver, and they can forge their bodies after a few years, and then quench their bones, refine their organs, wash their marrow, and even reach the peak of the human body step by step.

True Qi is different, it needs to be rooted, and understanding and talent are indispensable.

And the process of true qi operation is extremely dangerous, once the practice is wrong, the meridians will be ruined, and the immortals will be difficult to save, so they need to be carefully guided by the master and correct the mistakes in time.

The big toad qi is in the middle of the two, which is not only a secret technique of refining dirt, but also a method of nourishing qi.

Since there is no need to run the meridians, it is much safer to cultivate the Great Toad Qi, but the exercises are difficult to understand, and they require talent and comprehension and guidance from famous teachers.

Li Ping'an thought about whether buying a few volumes of Taoist scriptures to read could solve his doubts.

Knock knock!

The knock on the door was deafening, followed by loud shouts.

"Open the door, open the door."

Li Ping'an came to the mortuary and watched through the crack in the door, and there was a majestic monk standing outside.

Eight feet tall, with big shoulders and a round waist, Layue only wore a thin monk's robe in the cold winter, and the bare muscles on his chest were as bright as gold.

Li Ping'an took a few steps back, his hand retracted into his cuffs and clutched the lime bag.

"What is the master here for?"

"The poor monk Zhigang, the gold medal knife catcher of the imperial court."

Zhigang carried out the corpse from behind: "Brother let people die outside, and the poor monk has to help the fallen leaves return to their roots, please bother for a few days." ”

Li Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief, his right hand was still shrunk in his sleeve, and his left hand went to open the door.

"Master, please come in."

"Amitabha!"

Zhigang pronounced the Buddha's horn with one hand, taller than the door frame, and owed his body to walk in and place the body in the mortuary.

"Does the donor have any food here?"

"Only pork liver porridge."

Li Ping'an added: "If the master doesn't eat meat, he can re-boil a pot of vegetarian porridge." ”

Zhigang took out a piece of broken silver from his arms, handed it over and took it back, kneaded his fingers and broke it in half, and then paid the small one to Li Ping'an.

"Cook another pot and put more pork liver!"

Li Ping'an saw that the monk was willing to give money, and he was a little stingy, and his original vigilant heart was put down.

Abide by the rules, money is not easy to come by, and there is a high probability that he is not a bad person.

"Master, please."

Li Ping'an took Zhigang to the backyard, arranged the mattress, took out the remaining half-pot porridge, and lit a fire to cook the porridge again.

A moment later.

Zhigang drank nine bowls of porridge in a row, his stomach did not swell at all, wiped his mouth and said.

"It's a pity that there is no wine, and a bird fades out of my mouth!"