True Qi is not generated out of thin air. As a more mysterious force than muscles, bones, and bones, it requires more human energy to be consumed during cultivation.

My daughter-in-law's body is already weak. She can only cultivate a few strands of true energy, and consumes most of her energy and blood.

"Ms. sir..."

His body was crumbling, and he subconsciously called out to the person he trusted most.

Li Ping'an noticed that his daughter-in-law was acting strangely, so he quickly went to help her, but a blast of true energy pushed him away.

"She is practicing Qigong. If she touches her at will, she may go crazy."

Yan Chixiao took out an exquisite jade vase from his arms, poured out a thumb-sized red pill, and dropped it into his wife's mouth with a flick of his finger.

"This is the Peiyuan Pill made from vermilion fruit."

Yan Chixiao explained, and then handed the entire bottle of elixir to Li Ping'an.

"Taking one pill when practicing in the future can speed up your progress, make up for the years passed, and perhaps lead to the day when you can achieve great success."

It was already too late to start practicing Kung Fu at the age of twenty-six.

Li Ping'an bowed and thanked: "The Taoist priest's kindness will be unforgettable!"

I'm extremely glad that I didn't practice the exercises directly. Even if there were no errors or omissions in the exercises, without the elixir to make up for the shortfall, my daughter-in-law would at least get seriously ill.

Peiyuan Dan melts in the mouth, and its powerful medicinal power moisturizes the internal organs, and the daughter-in-law's complexion gradually becomes rosy.

Yan Chixiao praised: "After Yan achieved great success in refining the internal organs, it took him half a year to cultivate the true energy. He thinks that his talent is superior, but he is far behind his wife."

"There is always a balance between gains and losses in this world!"

Li Ping'an asked: "Taoist Priest, practicing Qi requires a lot of energy. Does my wife also need to exercise?"

"Cultivation of Zhenqi after you have achieved success in external skills is just a helpless move for ordinary people."

Yan Chixiao said: "Zhen Qi consumes Qi and blood, and at the same time it nourishes and nourishes the physical body. The skin, flesh, muscles and bones naturally become stronger. As for what is needed for cultivation..."

After pondering for a moment, Li Ping'an asked Li Ping'an to get a pen and paper and write down some exercises.

"Minggu Jue, a Taoist method of refining the internal organs, can strengthen the heart and increase the vitality and blood. Combined with the big toad energy, eat more and drink more, which is enough to supply the true energy for practice."

Yan Chixiao's generosity made Li Ping'an blush with embarrassment.

"Taoist Priest, I have always been wary of you, and now I feel ashamed!"

After all, he is a top-notch expert. He may be smiling and laughing one moment, but his head is rolling in the next moment. His life and death depend on his happiness and anger.

Even small talk has to be carefully considered and spoken according to the master's wishes.

"It's good to be cautious."

Yan Chixiao agreed: "In those years when Yan first entered the world, everyone looked like a thief. Fortunately, otherwise, he would have been stunned and chopped into meat by the black shop."

Li Ping'an asked in surprise: "Could it be that there are many illegal shops in Jianghu?"

"A layman has never left the capital, so how could he know that the rivers and lakes are dangerous?"

Yan Chixiao said: "There are not ten but eight illegal shops that Yan has entered. Killing them will be useless. After a while, thieves will start running them again."

Martial arts is difficult, and there are too many people in the world who are short of money.

It is too dangerous to rob people. It is much safer to open a black shop. If the customers are not stunned, they can operate normally. If they are stunned, they can chop the meat with a knife.

Li Ping'an asked: "Is there any way to predict danger in the world?"

In the future, when a master of martial arts travels around the world, he may encounter a few illegal shops. No matter how strong he is, he will be tricked, so it is better to avoid them in advance.

Yan Chixiao said: "Some strange objects have the ability of divination, fortune-telling, and prediction. They can find out the way forward, or their souls are powerful and can sense danger."

"How can one's soul be strong?"

Li Ping'an didn't consider rare objects. Any one of them was already hard to come by, let alone specifying a certain ability.

In theory, if you live long enough, any strange object can survive, but it will be a long time later, and it doesn't sound as reliable as the soul.

"The soul is pure talent."

Yan Chixiao said: "There are very few people in the world who are born with souls far beyond ordinary people. In the eyes of outsiders, they are extremely intelligent and have a photographic memory."

"This kind of person can practice the soul technique, develop the ability to sense danger, practice to a profound level, and even tamper with other people's memories, and the soul can fly out of the body."

Li Ping'an said in shock: "Are there many such people?"

"Very few."

Yan Chixiao said: "Yan has only met one person so far. His soul is not naturally powerful, but he awakens on his own the day after tomorrow. It is already several times stronger than ordinary people!"

Li Ping'an asked: "Is it true that the soul cannot cultivate on its own?"

"Yan has never seen anyone who can master it. People with powerful souls are God's favorites. They are more like emperors than emperors!"

Yan Chixiao shook his head helplessly: "The Taoist sect has several volumes of spiritual soul cultivation methods, but so far no successor has been found, so they can only be thrown in the corner to gather ashes."

"Mother Xipi, people are born unfairly!"

Li Ping'an couldn't help but curse. Over thousands of years, he could cultivate his martial arts and Qi to perfection, but the soul simply depends on his talent. He is born without it.

Yan Chixiao sighed quietly: "There is no fairness in the world..."

The two of them were relatively speechless. It seemed that the more they experienced, the more pessimistic and despair they would become about the world.

"call--"

The daughter-in-law slowly stopped the exercise and exhaled three or four feet of white air, which was condensed but not dispersed. The mysterious and strange phenomenon was far beyond the water vapor caused by sweating during exercise.

Yan Chixiao said: "Kunlun Hunyuan Gong is the authentic sect of Xuanmen. It has a solid foundation and is far superior to ordinary Qi. Remember to practice diligently."

"Thank you, Taoist Master."

The daughter-in-law bowed to thank her, looked at Li Ping'an with joy, and raised her head proudly with her hands on her hips.

"Ms. sir, let me protect you from now on!"

…

The twelfth lunar month.

It's freezing cold and the New Year is approaching.

Mortuary.

Uncle Zhuzhu carried two refugee corpses on his back, one big and one small. The little one was huddled in the big one's arms, frozen into a hard lump.

The prosperity of Daqian cannot shine on them.

"Scissors, not pliers..."

Li Pingan returned the scissors, and his wife hurriedly handed over the scissors. The instruction was too fast and her brain couldn't process it clearly.

"Madam, you go and practice."

The daughter-in-law shook her head firmly. Practicing martial arts was not as important as helping her husband do things.

Creak!

The door of the mortuary was pushed open, and a round head emerged. The lower body had a fat belly, and the scholar's long gown was round.

"A good son-in-law——"

"Father-in-law..."

Li Ping'an reluctantly agreed and continued to help the refugee father and son sort out their remains.

Zhang Yuanwai covered his nose and walked in. Without looking at his daughter, he directly said to Li Ping'an: "Xianxiang, do you have any land under your name?"

Li Ping'an shook his head. He was the only one among the nine tribes. He had no house or land to his name. It could be said that he had no weaknesses.

Zhang Yuanwai said: "Our family has dozens of acres of land in Xiaowangzhuang. I will put it in your name for the time being. I will transfer it back in a few years, okay?"

Li Ping'an asked: "Could it be that my father-in-law also asked me to report it?"

The capital office has been very lively in the past few months. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Every day, many people come in groups to report Yin Tian.

If one or two people make trouble, the squire can suppress or even kill them.

If ten or twenty make trouble, the squire will have to coax and discuss it.

One hundred and eighty people went to the Yamen to file a complaint. According to the laws of the country, regardless of whether the people were justified or not, the township gentry must be punished for the crime of "forcing the people to revolt."

"This group of unruly people..."

Zhang Yuanwai couldn't help but curse: "We rented our land to them, which is a great favor to support our family, but they dare to covet our family's land title!"

Li Ping'an grabbed his wife's trembling hand and said: "According to the new tax law, whoever has the land in his name has to pay taxes. My father-in-law gives me the tax money every year, so it doesn't matter if it's in his name."

Zhang Yuanwai's face darkened. If he was willing to pay taxes, why would he come to find Li Ping'an?

"You are so disrespectful, and I am the leader..."

Li Pingan interrupted him directly: "Father-in-law, do you know my nickname in the world?"

Zhang Yuanwai subconsciously asked: "What?"

"Eight-armed corpse demon!"

Li Ping'an didn't need to explain much. Hearing the magic word made Zhang Yuanwai tremble with fear. Officially, he was not afraid of mere subordinates, but he did not dare to provoke evil people.

"Father-in-law, you'd better knock on the door when you come here to avoid any accidents."

Zhang Yuanwai bravely asked: "What accident could happen?"

"The mortuary is full of yin. If outsiders come in with anger, they may be contaminated by evil spirits."

"You are speechless and have strange power and chaos!"

Zhang Yuanwai glanced at the lying corpses, all of them seemed to be ferocious and terrifying, so he slipped out without even bothering to say goodbye, determined never to come back again.

The wife's hands stopped shaking and she suddenly said solemnly.

"Ms. sir, I also want a scary nickname!"