Author ~ Desperate Cow

Chapter 1 ~ Road Tire

Before dawn in the morning, Chu Nan put on straw sandals, pushed open the straw curtain door, and walked out of the grass hut where more than a dozen people lived, although it was summer, the temperature in the morning was still very cold. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As soon as he came out of the grass house, Chu Nan's short arm had goosebumps.

"It's cold!"

Chu Nan walked through the rows of thatched houses and came to the foot of Qingfeng Mountain.

Looking at the winding and steep mountain road, Chu Nan took a deep breath and walked up the path.

Chu Nan advocates Taoism and has been interested in Taoist cultivation since he was a child.

I have checked a lot on the Internet about the method of breathing and breathing, practicing qi and meditation, but I haven't practiced one.

I have been to Wudang Mountain, I have been to Longhu Temple, and I have only learned a few strokes of square Taijiquan, and I haven't learned it yet.

In the end, in an unknown Taoist temple, he donated ten red tickets to Grandpa Mao, and only then did he get a breathing and breathing exercise called "Purple Qi Decision" from an old Taoist priest.

According to the old Taoist priest, purple qi is born when heaven and earth alternate with yin and yang, and can reconcile the five elements of yin and yang, which has a miraculous effect.

Dispelling illness and eliminating disasters, prolonging life, ten times a night, warding off evil spirits and exorcisms are not a problem.

When Chu Nan was leaving, the old Taoist priest also repeatedly emphasized that the purple qi was rare in the world, and the superior exercises that could absorb the purple qi from the east were only given to him for cultivation because he was fated to.

Without those ten red tickets Grandpa Mao, where did he come from?

Chu Nan said to the old Taoist Purple Qi that the effect was to have the mentality of believing it rather than believing it, and he practiced for three years.

Every day, before dawn, I went to the roof of the building and sat on the roof to wait for the sunrise to absorb the purple gas from the east, and I have not inhaled a breath of purple gas in the past three years.

Since ten days ago, reborn into this world, Chu Nan accidentally inhaled purple qi once, and he found that the higher he stood up, the better the absorption effect, so he insisted on climbing the mountain every day to absorb purple qi.

Mt. Aomine is a bronze mine, and there are no plants growing on the mountain, and the path he walked on was broken at the mountainside, and he had to climb to the top of the mountain.

Half an hour later ...

Chu Nan climbed to the top of the mountain and rested on the cold stone face.

After resting, get up and walk to a piece of bluestone, wipe off the cold mist on the stone surface, and sit cross-legged facing the east.

Chu Nan closed his eyes, gathered the distracting thoughts in his heart, guarded the dantian, inhaled nine breaths in succession regularly, paused for a moment and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of turbid air.

After a quarter of an hour, when there was a blood-red color on his eyelids, Chu Nan knew that the sun had risen.

At this time, a purple qi invisible to the naked eye swept away from east to west between heaven and earth.

I had been waiting for a long time, how could I miss it, according to the method of purple qi decision, Chu Nan inhaled the first wave of purple qi.

There were a total of nine waves of purple qi coming from the east, and every time the purple qi crossed the heavens and the earth, he would take a sip.

The first breath of purple qi melted into the flesh and blood, and suddenly the whole body was warm, and the fatigue of climbing the mountain was swept away.

The second breath of purple qi entered the abdomen, not hungry.

The third breath of purple qi melted into the bones, becoming a little harder than yesterday.

In the fourth breath of purple qi melting the muscles, there is a trace of toughness compared to yesterday.

The remaining five breaths of purple qi entered the dantian along the meridians.

"Whew-"

With a long breath of turbidity, Chu Nan got up and went down the mountain the same way.

It is said that it is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, but Chu Nan feels that it is easier to go down the mountain than to go up.

The people who lived in thatched huts were all mining slaves, some were captured civilians from other countries, some were sold here by slave traders, and some were born slaves, the kind whose ancestors had been slaves for generations.

The original owner of this body changed hands several times before he came here to work as a mining slave.

For all slaves, the happiest time of the day is when they eat.

After queuing for a while, it was Chu Nan's turn to eat, and he handed out a red wooden strip and bowl at the same time.

The person in charge of cooking today has been replaced, and it is a middle-aged man with a burly figure and a horizontal face.

The middle-aged man put away the wooden sticks, stirred the big spoon in the pot, scraped it from above, poured his bowl full, and took two steamed buns and handed them to Chu Nan.

"Next!"

"Wait!" the slave's marked rice was a bowl of porridge and four steamed buns. The porridge is dry and thin, Chu Nan can not care about it, but it is not okay to have two less steamed buns.

"There are still two steamed buns that I didn't give me!"

"Just two, love or not, don't bring it back to me!" The middle-aged man's eyes widened, rolled up his sleeves, revealed his thick arms, and said, "Go, go, hurry up, or Lao Tzu will beat you!"

Chu Nan looked at his two arms, and put them together as thick as others, and the hero didn't suffer the loss in front of him.

Seeing him leave, the middle-aged man said proudly: "You know each other." "Then fetch food for the others.

Chu Nan was eating steamed buns while looking at the middle-aged people who were cooking, those who were strong were given four steamed buns, and those who were thin or young were given two steamed buns.

Chu Nan swallowed the last mouthful of steamed buns, raised his neck and drank the gruel in the bowl, and followed everyone to the entrance of the mine at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain.

On the left side of the outer cave stood more than 30 soldiers wearing leather armor, swords at their waists, and leather whips in their hands.

At this moment, an old man with a rickety figure fell on the feet of a soldier with a handful of feet.

"Damn! ”

"Smack!"

A whip drew a streak of blood on the old man's face.

The old man rolled on the ground and ran into the mine with a puff of smoke.

The soldier put away his whip and said, "Phew, run fast, or we'll beat you to death with no eyes." ”

The mine is cold and damp, the exhaust system in the cave is not good, the black smoke from the torch burning, it takes a long time to dissipate, and people will have a feeling of nausea after smelling it for a long time.

Chu Nan came to the cave yesterday and knocked the ore one by one, and it took more than ten beats to knock down the ore the size of a fist.

It's approaching evening.

Chu Nan came to the ground with a basket of ore on his back, and from the hand of a soldier who was guarding the basket of ore, he changed it to a red wooden strip, which could give you breakfast the next morning.

This place only has breakfast, no lunch and no dinner, and you have to hold on if you are hungry.

With heavy steps, Chu Nan walked to the water source and drank a few sips of water to temporarily relieve his hunger.

There were seven or eight people in the grass hut who came back before him, and everyone was either lying down or crooked, and no one greeted him, and Chu Nan did not talk to them.

After lying down, Chu Nan couldn't help but recall his previous life, when his parents died early when he was a child, he lived with his grandfather, and before he finished junior high school, he started child labor, went to the construction site, entered the electronics factory, and worked as a waiter in a restaurant.

Earlier contact with the society, Chu Nan saw through the world, and said that society is fair, there is no distinction between high and low, and there is no distinction between high and low work, which is all deception.

In his previous life, he had a grandfather who cared about him, but now it's good, he has no relatives to say, and he has become a slave.

Thinking of his grandfather, Chu Nan's eyes were a little moist, and before he could have the money to be filial to him, his grandfather left, and before he could burn the anniversary, he was reborn in this world.

The people in this world are divided into three classes, the monks are superior, the warriors are average, and the ordinary people are inferior, and as for the slaves, they are not counted as human beings, they are personal property, just like chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs, and even pigs and dogs.

No one wanted to be slaves, Chu Nan had seen slaves trying to escape, but none of those who escaped successfully escaped, and they were either beaten to death when they were captured, or they were locked up with wild beasts and eaten.

There was only one way to get rid of slavery, and that was to become a monk.

From the moment people in this world are born, fetal membranes will appear in the dantian, and the fetal membranes will give birth to artifacts, which are called Dao fetus, and only those who condense the Dao fetus can become monks.

There are all kinds of tires, regardless of type, knives, guns, sticks, flowers, birds, fish and insects, tables, chairs and benches......

There are two kinds of Dao fetus, the first is a person who conceives a debut fetus before the age of ten, and the second is when a martial artist breaks through the innate from the day after tomorrow, there will be a certain chance of giving birth to a debut fetus.