The Great Tao Chronicle

The days that followed were still peaceful.

An Qisheng fights every day, teaches his disciples, boils medicinal liquids, refines medicinal pills, transports qi and blood, warms up his inner strength, and hugs the holy fetus

The days went by as smooth as water, and there seemed to be no waves.

Among them, the only surprise was that Jiang Tingting, who was almost ten years old, still hadn't developed her inner strength, and she still didn't feel anger in her body.

An Qisheng was very comforting, but he had no idea of ​​helping her.

Although it was just a little effort for him, it was absolutely necessary to remove the seedlings and encourage them.

Once he has developed his inner strength, Zhang Haohao's heart will no longer be in the boxing routine. An Qisheng said several times, although he listened to it and practiced diligently, his heart has shifted to the inner strength practice. .

The entry of Neijiaquan was naturally surpassed by Jiang Tingting, but it was not because Jiang Tingting had made any progress on Neijiaquan.

During this period of observation, An Qisheng had to admit that his little female apprentice was really a rare 'waste wood'.

And that 'Tianyizhu' gave him a lot of surprises.

Although the internal strength after purification is much thinner, the progress of fusion with the physical body has been greatly accelerated.

Once the blood is exchanged to condense the seed of true qi, it has already stepped into the upper third rank.

In the Dafeng Dynasty, it is already qualified to open up a small sect, a small gang.

As the inner strength gradually deepens.

An Qisheng also became more and more aware of the difference between Neijiaquan and martial arts in this world. Neijiaquan used to polish the body and transport qi and blood to strengthen the body and break through the limits of the human body, while the martial arts of Jiufujie were different.

The process of fusion of internal force and physical body will certainly improve the physique and greatly increase the strength, but the center of gravity is still above the internal force.

The internal force travels the meridians, penetrates deep into the bone marrow, and penetrates the whole body. Each move and style has its own internal force blessing, which is naturally much stronger than the pure physical strength.

In this world, martial arts, whether it is swordsmanship, swordsmanship, Qinggong or horizontal training, are all closely related to internal strength.

For An Qisheng, this is not the case.

During the process of 'holding the holy womb', he did not stop carrying the internal force. On the contrary, as the process of 'holding the holy womb' went on, the combination of the internal force and the physical body became faster, and the transport of the internal force became faster and faster.

Because the physical adjustment in the process of 'holding the holy womb' is originally a change in the direction of perfection.

In other words, the 'root bone' has been raised.

While promoting the process of 'holding the holy fetus', the physique is still in the state of holding a pill!

Under the combination of the two, although the 'holding the holy fetus' has not yet ended, An Qisheng's physique has surpassed the powerhouse of the mysterious star holding pill realm.

The fusion of internal strength and blood, and the 100-day pass of blood exchange, are the greatest improvement and sublimation of the physique under the Qi channel.

"call!"

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, his abdomen squirmed, and a stream of air rushed up, which was sprayed out of the body, with a hint of stench.

This is the poison left over from the pills he swallowed in the past few days.

It is a medicine with three points of poison, and not all the ingredients can be absorbed by people. When the pill level is 10%, he moved slightly, and he can already expel all the erysipelas from the body.

open the door.

In the courtyard, the little guy with obviously different spirits was still standing on the pile with a serious face.

Jiang Tingting was concentrating, and the fact that her senior brother developed her inner strength obviously stimulated her, making her practice very diligently these days.

Zhang Haohao is also encouraged, he has already entered the door of the boy's art, can he still be compared by his junior sister?

"Practice well, I won't be back today."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, gave an order, and pushed out the door.

The middle of winter has not yet passed, although it has not snowed, the weather is still cold, and there are not many pedestrians.

An Qisheng was walking on the street, his expression moved slightly.

In the past few days, the atmosphere in Nanliang City has been very good, because those six gates have settled in, and there have been fewer petty thefts in the past.

In a dark alley, An Qisheng's body trembled, and his figure immediately increased by half a foot. His thin body suddenly became fleshed out, and his vitality was vigorous.

After holding Dan, he changed his body shape briefly, and height was no longer a problem for him.

If he didn't think it was necessary, except for the newly grown teeth, his white hair could turn into blue silk.

He took out the cloak that had been prepared and put it on, and then walked out of the street slowly, and walked into the weapons shop with familiarity.

"This hero, are you here?"

The shopkeeper greeted him with a smile, looking at An Qisheng as if he saw the God of Wealth.

Even if he had met twice, he did not know that this burly man was the old Taoist priest who sold him knives before.

"Is something done?"

An Qisheng glanced at him.

His attitude is naturally reasonable. After returning to the city last time, he spent a lot of money on this weapon shop to customize the weapon.

"It's done, it's done. Because of your request, all the blacksmiths in my shop have been mobilized, and they have been building these days without sleep."

The shopkeeper rambled and introduced An Qisheng into the inner courtyard.

Behind the weapon shop, there are weapon furnaces exuding a rolling heat wave, and the big men are pounding the iron blocks with sweat.

It's an original build method.

An Qisheng's eyes moved.

However, although the method is primitive, the quality of these cold iron and meteorite iron weapons, which naturally contain spiritual energy, is obviously better than that of Xuanxing iron.

"Master, wait a moment."

The shopkeeper poured An Qisheng a cup of tea, turned around and walked into the yard, shouting a few times.

Just walked out of two burly men.

The two men carried a swarthy spear and walked slowly into the house.

The long spear was the same color, and it was two feet long. It seemed to be extremely heavy. The two big men carried it, and their expressions were not relaxed.

"This hero, according to your instructions, this spear is 12 feet long, no more than one point, no less than one point, and weighs three hundred and sixty-five jin, neither heavy nor less than one tael. It is made of the toughest cold weapon. Made of iron, the cold iron alone is worth three hundred and sixty taels of gold!

One pound of cold iron and one tael of gold, this price, if you ask elsewhere, there is absolutely no half-truth.”

The shopkeeper's command made the two big men put down their spears:

"Several master masters in our family are made according to the legend of the legendary Daewoo gun, an absolute quality, top-grade big gun!

Four hundred taels of gold is absolutely worth the money, and we just make some hard money. "

huh~

An Qisheng didn't answer, just a little lightly under his feet, the long spear not far in front of him had already bounced, and he was holding it in the palm of his hand.

The spear is two feet long, the bowl mouth is thick and thin, and the whole body has fine patterns. The only strange thing is that it has never opened its front.

This was specially ordered by An Qisheng.

Kaifeng, of course, has to come by himself.

hum~

With a slight shake, the bullets of the spear trembled like a dragon dancing, with a loud humming sound, all the shopkeepers who were shaken staggered.

The shopkeeper and the two big men carrying the weapons were startled.

They have been operating this business all year round. Naturally, they know that it is nothing to be able to lift this weight. To be able to use this weapon, its strength must be more than ten times the weight of the weapon.

This is definitely a master!

"Good gun."

An Qisheng only felt that the tentacles were cold, the gunshots were extremely tough, trembling slightly, and the strength was omnipotent, as if extending his hands and feet.

Naturally a good gun.

Four hundred taels of gold was already one-third of the gold and silver accumulated by the Zhao family, nicknamed Nanliang Bancheng Home, and now An Qisheng has all of them.

Calculated at this price, 400 taels of gold is enough to invite 100,000 burly men to eat three days of running water.

If it were Xuanxing, it would cost more than 60 million profound coins.

With such a high cost, if it wasn't a good gun, he would tear the shopkeeper in half at this time.

"The hero is really powerful"

The shopkeeper opened his mouth and could only be amazed.

"Tell me, how much."

An Qisheng held the spear and couldn't put it down.

In the eight-pole career of the two generations, he shook the big gun every day. He was more familiar with the big gun than any weapon. He hadn't touched the gun for a few months.

With a gun in hand, the feeling of heart-to-heart connection arises spontaneously.

If he had the spear in his hand that day, he would have stabbed Kong San to death on the spot with just one shot.

"Master, didn't we agree, four hundred taels of gold?"

The shopkeeper's heart groaned, wouldn't this person want to lower the price?

Because of its large output, the price of cold iron is much lower than that of other exotic metals, but it is definitely not a popular commodity.

"I'm too lazy to ask if the material cost is three hundred and sixty taels of gold, but the hard-earned money of forty taels of gold is indeed a bit too much."

An Qisheng glanced at the shopkeeper with a half-smile but not a smile.

A pound of cold iron and a tael of gold is naturally good, but these people who have opened weapons shops all year round naturally have their own purchase channels. If hundreds of catties of cold iron can't be cheaper by a cent or two, he doesn't believe it himself.

"What the hero said is."

The shopkeeper wiped his sweat.

How much pressure does a big man with a four-hundred-pound cold iron spear stare at you?

"I've already paid for the material fee. It's 12 taels of gold, so it's not a waste of hard work."

An Qisheng put down the gold with a 'click'.

"Twelve taels of gold!"

The shopkeeper's face shuddered, and he shivered with heartache: "Master, your price is too harsh. How much would you add a little more?"

"Fifteen taels, no more."

An Qisheng thought for a while, and then photographed another gold ingot.

"you"

The two bargained for a while, and finally put down the 22 taels of gold. An Qisheng picked up two more long swords and walked out of the weapon shop.

Only when the shopkeeper sent it to the door ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ had a look of joy on his face.

Although this trip did not make much money as expected, it was also the biggest business he had ever made in his life.

"This shopkeeper's person is still good, his body is cold and iron, and he didn't mix other iron materials to deceive me"

An Qisheng walked on the long street with a cloak and a long spear, and the crowd was scattered.

For ordinary people, any person in the martial arts is absolutely not to be provoked.

until you get out of the city gate.

The head of the king who was guarding the city gate flickered, and when An Qisheng's figure was far away, he whispered to his subordinates:

"Six sons, you go to the yamen now, find the group of chief arresting adults in the six gates, and say that some masters have left the city."

After a pause, he added:

"With a cloak, I don't know what he looks like, but he is carrying a black gun and has a burly stature."