Zhang Xiaolin saw that after Wang Wu drank Zhang Guo's wine, he staggered, his whole body was crimson, but he practiced Tai Chi wholeheartedly, and he was also very surprised in his heart.

Wang Wu's dantian is completely broken, and it is impossible to store internal qi at all, Zhang Guo's wine is the best, and the broken dantian can still be repaired, right?

At this time, Wang Wu had completely forgotten about eating, and kept going over and over again, although the dantian had a sense of qi, the internal qi produced could not be stored, and could only flow in the meridians, washing the meridians and internal organs, and strengthening the skin, bones and muscles.

"Shall we go to dinner first?" he seemed to be comprehending an exercise. Zhang Guo glanced at Wang Wu and said thoughtfully.

"It's okay, I don't know how long this guy will practice, but this is Tai Chi? ”

"I found that your Taiquan method is not simple, he is not about defeating the enemy, but through the fist method to dredge the meridians and fit the effect of qi and blood. Originally, the aura of heaven and earth needs a refining process to enter the body, and after entering the body, there is always some incompatibility with the qi and blood true elements in the human body. ”

"Tai Chi, Tai Chi Yin and Yang, mutual restraint is originally to balance yin and yang in the body. ”

While chatting, the two walked out of the courtyard, Wang Wu didn't realize it, he was still practicing over and over again, and the skin on his whole body had changed from light red to red, and now it was purple red.

Zhang Guo's spiritual wine not only improved the realm of monks and warriors, but also for Wang Wu's situation, the dantian was broken, and through the action of Taijiquan, the strengthening effect of the wine was evenly distributed to the whole body tissues along with the meridians.

Wang Wu, who was originally very perceptive, actually touched the threshold of physical training.

Suffering from the lack of physical exercises, Tai Chi can only penetrate the medicinal properties and aura into all tissues of the body through the stretching and contraction of the meridians of the whole body.

Zhang Xiaolin and Zhang Guo were already feasting in the hotel lobby at this time, Zhang Guo took out the gourd, no one got a big bowl of wine, and couldn't help but be stunned, looking at the gourd stupidly.

Zhang Xiaolin also seems to realize that this gourd is only the size of a palm, how can it be possible to pour out so much wine?

The two touched it, drank it all, Zhang Guo subconsciously went to two big bowls, and then, put his ear close to the gourd and shook it a few times, there was no sound of water inside, it seemed that the gourd was empty, but as long as it was poured, it was two big bowls.

The two were staring at the strange gourd together, when they suddenly heard a shout: "Good wine, good wine." ”

When Zhang Xiaolin looked up, he saw an old man with white hair, holding a white banner in his hand, which read "Fortune telling".

"The two little elders, bother, the old man suddenly smelled the aroma of wine from thousands of miles away, and came here, can you ask for a bowl of wine to drink, the old man can count a hexagram for the two of you for free, how about it?"

Zhang Xiaolin opened his eyes and found that this old way was a little weird, it didn't seem that there was no aura fluctuation on his body, and he didn't seem to be a cultivator, but there was an incomprehensible weirdness.

"My husband is please. Zhang Xiaolin stood up and made a gesture of please.

Lao Dao was silent, picked up the wine on the table, and drank it with a grunt, and after drinking, he closed his eyes and looked very intoxicated.

Zhang Xiaolin and Zhang Guo didn't bother him, knowing that after drinking this wine for the first time, their bodies had some reactions.

At this time, Xiao Er had all the dishes on it, and Zhang Xiaolin said, "Add a pair of dishes and chopsticks." ”

The shopkeeper looked at Zhang Xiaolin strangely, but he didn't say anything, and added a set of dishes and chopsticks.

After a long time, the white-haired old man opened his eyes, and said with a smile: "It's really good wine, Poor Dao doesn't know how many years I haven't drunk such a good wine, if you guess right, this should be Zhang Zhenren's monkey wine, the last time I drank it, it was more than nine hundred years ago." ”

Zhang Guo was shocked, what this old man said Zhang Zhenren, could it be the ancestor in the tomb? ”

"Hehe, poor Yuan Shoucheng. ”

"Yuan Zhenren, please sit down and eat together. ”

"Poor Dao is not a real person, just a phase teacher, you will be exempted from eating, and you will count a hexagram for the two of you. ”

Yuan Shoucheng stared at Zhang Guo, there were words in his mouth, and suddenly, the turtle shell fell down, Yuan Shoucheng laughed and said: "Okay, it is really the descendant of Zhang Zhenren, remember, your great opportunity is coming, if you meet an old Taoist with a cane, remember, it is an iron cane, and there is such a wine gourd tied to the crutch, which is bigger than yours, that is your master." ”

Zhang Guo was shocked again, the Taoist with iron crutches, he had dreamed many times, and he was puzzled, but he didn't expect it to be his master in the dark.

"I wonder where he is now?"

"Hehe, you don't have to rush, when the time comes, we will naturally meet. ”

After speaking, he glanced at Zhang Xiaolin and said strangely: "Oh, are you the Zhang Xiaoshen doctor that the apprentice said?"

"I wonder who the Orderer is?"

"Haha, my uncompetitive apprentice is called Yuan Tiangang, isn't he worthy of your brother?"

"It turned out to be Yuan Shenxian's master, Zhang Xiaolin had seen the old man. When Zhang Xiaolin heard this, he hurriedly hugged his fists.

Yuan Shoucheng glanced at Zhang Xiaolin carefully, shook his head, and said, "Strange, strange." Poor Road has gone first. ”

After speaking, his body shook and disappeared, leaving only the turtle shell still on the table. Yuan Shoucheng's voice came from a far away:

Cultivate the golden bones and practice back to the truth, and the traces of the cave lock are not counted in the spring.

The weeds are scattered with the green ridge show, and the idle flowers grow to the white clouds.

The wind shakes the green and knocks on the cold jade, and the water stirs the dansha and walks the plain scales.

Since the gods are mutated, the traces of Kenjiao cover the red dust.