As soon as the head of the Silent Heart Dao said, Qin Sang realized that Lao Wu was only less than forty years old.

Lao Wu is a native of Jiaoming County, Northland, and originally had two sons and a daughter under his knees, farming for a living, although he was poor, he could get by.

Last year, there were a series of major disasters, and the counties in the north were full of smoke, and the rebels were like bandits, killing innocents indiscriminately.

Lao Wu's village was ransacked by the rebels, his wife and children died tragically, he escaped with only his little daughter, and soon the little daughter was seriously ill again, had no money for medical treatment, and died on the road.

A good family of five, only Lao Wu was left in a blink of an eye, and fled to Sanwu City with his fellow villagers, worked as a slender man at the first ferry, and spent the night in the eaves of every house.

The old Taoist priest saw that he was pitiful and took him up the mountain to live.

Who would have thought that the situation in the north had been so rotten that this huge kingdom would not know when it would settle down.

Spring goes and autumn comes.

When I get up in the morning, I can see the fallen leaves blown all over the courtyard by the mountain wind, and before I know it, I have been in this world for a whole year. Qin Sang wrapped his clothes tightly and walked towards the Qingyang Palace, ready to burn the fire and boil the medicine.

When I lit the fire and practiced boxing in the yard, I happened to meet Lao Wu.

The two nodded to each other, and Lao Wu hunched his back and walked out silently.

Seeing Old Wu Ling's back disappear outside the Taoist temple, Qin Sang shook his head.

He really didn't expect Lao Wu to look so strong and weak, and he worked as a slender man for more than half a year, not to mention returning to his hometown.

In the past six months, Lao Wu has gone out early and returned late, going out to pull fiber every day, and he has not rested for a day, and sometimes Qin Sang gets up late and can't see him all day.

Looking at Lao Wu's appearance, Qin Sang secretly felt embarrassed, so he worked harder and rarely was lazy.

Qin Sang had never seen Lao Wu smile once, and he was dumb, and when he greeted him, he only raised his hand in response, without any expression on his face.

I don't know if Lao Wu hasn't recovered from the great changes, his heart is dead, he is not interested in anything, and he feels like a walking dead to Qin Sang.

Although they were in the same room, Qin Sang didn't feel much inconvenience, and slowly got used to it.

In the past six months, practicing boxing, cultivation, and medicinal baths have never been broken, after knowing the effect of medicinal baths, Qin Sang is very active, and every time he follows the old Taoist priest to go up the mountain to collect medicine, dozens of mountains in the radius of this Huanghuang Mountain have been traveled by him.

The mountains on both sides of the Wuling River are steep and full of wild beasts, and they will inevitably encounter danger when they go deep into the mountains to collect medicine.

There was nothing more dangerous than encountering a pack of wild wolves.

It was at night, Qin Sang and Lao Dao were cooking on a fire in the cave, but a group of more than a dozen wild wolves were lured by the firelight, Qin Sang heard the howl of the wild wolf and extinguished the bonfire It was too late, and he only had an iron drill in his hand that he had exchanged from the stonemason.

The wolves surrounded the entrance of the cave, and the old Taoist priest couldn't frighten them away with the animal repellent powder made from the feces of fierce beasts, and they could only fight for their lives if they wanted to live.

Qin Sang held an iron chisel, blocked the entrance of the cave alone, and used a stick instead of a fist to perform "Fuhu Long Fist".

I thought it was a hard battle, but Qin Sang fought very easily, because the hole was not big, at most three wolves were squeezed in at a time, and Qin Sang could deal with three vicious wolves at a time.

With an iron rod, Qin Sang burst the brains of the head wolf with a stick, and then his movements were like electricity, and he killed several more in succession, and the other wild wolves fled with their tails between their legs.

Later, without Qin Sang's own request, the old Taoist priest would drag Qin Sang with him every time he collected medicine.

After this actual battle, Qin Sang realized that his strength really wasn't weak.

Later, in order to confirm his feelings, he found Yang Zhen's disciples in Wuwei Dart Bureau Villa, although he was pretending to be invincible every time, Qin Sang knew that he actually only used five points of strength.

Their boxing skills are much stronger than those of "Fuhu Long Fist", and the moves seem to be extraordinary, but in Qin Sang's eyes, they seem to be very slow, if he is willing, it is easy to find a flaw and counter back.

With this martial art, Qin Sang's thinking inevitably came alive.

Now the rebellion in the north has not been quelled for a long time, and there are people in each county who have rebelled one after another, but those county kings have dealt with it passively, making the officials and soldiers tired and unbearable.

In the middle of the year, the Holy Emperor issued an edict to tell the people with lofty ideals in the world to go to the north to join the army to quell the chaos.

When the edict came, the city of Sanwu was boiling, and many people with lofty ideals went north to King Qin, and three of Yang Zhen's disciples went together to make contributions.

Qin Sang was also a little moved, but what he valued was not glory and wealth.

The words spoken by the Silent Heart Daoist have always been remembered by Qin Sang in his heart, and the immortal master cannot abandon the seven emotions and six desires, and he must also enjoy the glory. If you get close to the princes and nobles, you may be able to get in touch with the immortal master.

However, after all, Qin Sang had never experienced war, and he was a little frightened in his heart, the battlefield was ruthless, and if he was accidentally killed by a stray arrow, wouldn't it be a great loss.

What's more, there are many talented people in this world, how strong is their martial arts, and how can they compare to martial arts masters with internal strength?

Because of this, Qin Sang had a hard time making a decision, and finally decided to stay in the Taoist temple to patiently cultivate the Netherworld Sutra, and wait until he broke through the first layer before making plans.

Qin Sang cultivated day after day, and the wisps of qi in his body went from the size of a hair to now converging into a small strand, flowing in the meridians, and finally on the verge of breaking through.

Today's vat of medicine is new, Qin Sang is close to a breakthrough, the demand for medicinal power has increased, and it only took five days to put the last vat on.

In the evening, Qin Sang patiently finished the evening class, waited until the dead of night, closed the doors and windows tightly, crossed his knees on the bed, and recited the Qingjing Sutra more than a dozen times in a row before calming down, calming down, and urging the exercises.

In the blink of an eye, five weeks passed, and that qi flowed in the meridians, Qin Sang felt that after the next week, he could break through!

"Netherworld Sutra" did not write whether there were other bottlenecks between the two realms, Qin Sang was anxious and urged the exercises, and after a week, the qi returned to the dantian.

Qin Sang suddenly snorted, and that qi boiled in the dantian, and the intense swelling pain started from the dantian and quickly transmitted to the meridians of the whole body, followed by a sharp pain of tearing.

Fortunately, this pain comes violently and goes quickly, and after the severe pain, it is comfortable!

Qin Sang's face showed a strong sense of joy, and he suddenly thought of the inward vision mentioned in the "Netherworld Sutra", and subconsciously 'looked' at the dantian, and with a 'boom', he suddenly became enlightened, and he finally really 'saw' that breath.

The blue air flow is entrenched in the dantian, which is beautiful and intoxicating.

As soon as Qin Sang's heart moved, those qi moved with Qin Sang's thoughts, entering the meridians, like a river rushing, running in the meridians, the speed was several times faster than before, and it was completed in a week soon, and the ascension was more obvious than when it was on the first layer.

He continued to practice non-stop until the tenth week, when the pain in his memory did not appear, Qin Sang was greatly surprised and stopped for the time being.