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Taoism honors students.

Practicing martial arts is not for fighting, but for strengthening the body and protecting the road.

In terms of power, the Big Toad Qi is not as powerful as the Iron Leg Kung Fu. After all, no matter how strong the stomach is, it cannot compare to fists, feet, and swords. Its function is to eat more and pull less to prolong life and increase the speed of body building.

"After completing the cultivation, there is a life-saving secret technique that can be used to protect the Dao!"

When Li Ping'an saw the word "life-saving", he immediately became interested and looked into the method called Jin Chan Breathing.

If you practice the Toad Qi on a daily basis, your stomach will contain a ball of true Qi, which will grow in power over time. When fighting with the enemy, you can take advantage of it and spit it out in one breath.

True energy is invisible and has no quality, so it is hard to guard against and can kill with one blow.

"What a great method!"

Li Ping'an couldn't help but admired, this method was very suitable for him.

According to the secret technique, ten years of cultivation can break through iron armor, and a hundred years of cultivation can penetrate even city walls.

"If we have been cultivating it for thousands of years, and if we exhale one breath of true energy, can we collapse mountains, crack rocks, and cut off rivers?"

Li Ping'an put away the animal skin, opened the envelope and looked at it. It said where the prisoner's family hid the treasure, and asked the heir to swear to heaven.

Destroy all the people in the Weiyuan Hou Mansion, otherwise they will be struck by five thunders and die without a whole body.

"Leave this matter to the next generation!"

Li Ping'an took the pen and ink and copied the entire text of Da Chanqi. He painted the human figure against the gauze, trying to make sure there was no missing a single detail.

Then he wrapped the envelope in the animal skin and sewed it back into the belly of the corpse, pretending that he hadn't noticed or seen it.

Three days later.

Li Ping'an buried the corpses, and another batch came to the mortuary.

Hundreds of people from the Nine Clans were involved. Outlying relatives were sent to Caishikou to be beheaded, and key criminals were repeatedly tortured and interrogated for any accomplices.

It doesn't matter whether there is or not, the case is closed if the trial ends!

…

The seventh day of November.

The north wind is biting.

Caishikou was crowded with people early on, bustling and noisy.

Hundreds of prisoners knelt in a row at the execution ground, with death cards stuck in their necks, like animals waiting to be slaughtered.

The executioner held a large knife in his arms, which was polished to a bright shine. He was just waiting for the executioner's order to behead the prisoner with one blow.

The imperial court posted a notice a few days ago that the Lu family in Liangzhou was suspected of treason, and today the execution of the nine tribes began!

This was the first major case of killing the nine tribes in Daqian. It attracted people all over the capital to watch, and everyone stretched their necks to watch the beheading.

Li Ping'an stood in the crowd with his hands folded, waiting to cut off the head and collect the body.

There were chaotic discussions among the people around. Some said that the Lu family had changed their surname from the royal family of the puppet dynasty, and some said that they were descendants of important officials of the puppet dynasty.

No one doubts that it is an unjust case. Whoever Your Majesty says is a traitor is a traitor!

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Qi is at its strongest.

The executioner took out the token from the token tube and threw it on the execution ground.

"Execution!"

The executioner took off the death card, sprayed wine on the large knife, and raised the knife to the prisoner's neck.

Click!

The head rolled on the ground and blood spurted out from the neck.

"Okay! Okay! Okay..."

The common people cheered loudly, their faces flushed with excitement when they saw heads falling to the ground and blood splattering.

Seeing people living and dying makes me feel happy!

When the executioner heard the cheers, his face became bright, he swung his knife again and another head fell to the ground.

This prisoner was young and strong, or he died unjustly. The blood from his neck spattered six or seven feet away.

"Bah! Bad luck!"

The executioner spat out blood, wiped the blood from his face, and swung his knife to kill again.

The people's applause was continuous, like waves rising and falling. Standing in the crowd, Li Ping'an almost thought he was at an evil gathering.

It suddenly dawned on me that no one cared whether it was an unjust case.

The common people enjoy seeing beheadings. As long as the Ghost-headed Sword is not chopped off on their own heads, there is nothing wrong with shouting "Long Live the Emperor!"

The execution is over.

The people dispersed in all directions, their excitement still lingering, and they kept talking excitedly.

For example, the prisoner with blood spurting six feet away, or the head with eyes staring into the sky, or making an appointment to come early tomorrow to get a seat at the front.

This was a topic of conversation for a long time to come.

Li Ping'an pushed the cart to collect the body. A mat was wrapped around a person's head and body. He pulled it back and sewed it back together so that it could not be installed incorrectly.

There were also twenty or so undertakers accompanying them, slowly moving the corpses, not wanting to take away more than one.

Killing the nine tribes and dying will inevitably lead to overwhelming resentment.

Cuofei Jingya Government has issued a notice that no one is willing to take this job!

"Grandpas and uncles, please go to my morgue!" Li Ping'an greeted his colleagues enthusiastically, his words were sincere and his words were full of justice.

"Lao Li has a great grandson!"

The undertakers praised Li Ping'an one after another and had a good impression of Li Ping'an.

There are inevitably evil-minded people who say nice things but secretly curse in their hearts: Why are you the only one who can take the lead?

Caishikou was cut down for three days in a row.

The mortuary was only two or three feet in area, so they could not be placed in the morgue if they were lying down, so they had to stand.

People are close to each other, densely packed.

Mr. Liu carried the corpse once and looked into the eyes of more than two hundred pairs of eyes.

He stood at the door and hesitated for a moment. He didn't want any money, left the body and ran away. He didn't come back for half a month after that.

…

This day.

at dusk.

Li Pingan drank three large bowls of pork liver porridge, practiced Iron Leg Kung Fu for half an hour, and sat in the yard to meditate on the Great Toad Qi.

"Kneel down like a toad, close your eyes tightly, interlock your fingers, and forget all distracting thoughts..."

This sentence is easy to understand with pictures.

"The five noble spirits, the eight gates of the cave, can hear all the secrets, collect the energy and gather the smoke..."

Li Ping'an frowned and his eyes were blank. He clearly knew every word, but he couldn't figure out the meaning of the formula.

"Is there really no way to learn?"

Martial arts practice is divided into physical skills and true energy.

The threshold for physical skills is low, the exercises are simple and easy to understand, and the training results are quick.

Ordinary people have skills and money, and if they persist for a few years, they can achieve great physical perfection. After that, they can temper their bones, refine their internal organs, cleanse their marrow, and even become the legendary master of blood transfusion, step by step to reach the peak of the human body.

True Qi is different. It requires a powerful tool, understanding and talent.

Moreover, the process of the circulation of Qi is extremely dangerous. Once you practice incorrectly, your meridians will be destroyed and your meridians will be severed. It will be difficult for gods to save you. You need careful guidance from your master to correct mistakes in time.

Da Toad Qi is somewhere in the middle between the two. It is both a secret technique for refining internal organs and a method for nourishing Qi.

Since there is no need to circulate the meridians, Da Toad Qi is much safer to practice, but the formulas are mysterious and difficult to understand, requiring innate understanding and guidance from famous teachers.

Li Ping'an thought about whether buying a few volumes of Taoist scriptures and reading them would solve his doubts.

Boom, boom, boom!

The knock on the door was deafening, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.net heard a loud shout at the same time.

"Open the door, open the door."

Li Ping'an came to the mortuary and looked through the crack in the door. There was a majestic monk standing outside.

Eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist, he only wore a thin monk's robe in the cold winter months, and the exposed muscles on his chest were as bright as gold.

Li Ping'an took a few steps back, retracted his hands into his sleeves and held the lime bag.

"What is Master here for?"

"The poor monk Zhigang, the imperial swordsman with the gold medal."

Zhigang took out the corpse from behind and said, "Brother is beaten to death outside. The poor monk has to help the fallen leaves return to their roots. Please excuse me for a few days."

Li Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief, still holding his right hand in his sleeve, and went to open the door with his left hand.

"Master, please come in."

"Amitabha!"

Zhigang chanted the Buddha's name with one hand. He was taller than the door frame and could only walk in while leaning forward, and placed the corpse in the mortuary.

"Donor, is there anything to eat here?"

"Only pork liver porridge."

Li Ping'an added: "Master, if you don't eat meat, you can make a pot of vegetarian porridge again."

Zhigang took out a piece of silver from his arms, handed it over and then took it back. He kneaded it with his fingers and broke it in half before paying the small piece to Li Ping'an.

"Cook another pot and add more pork liver!"

Seeing that the monk was willing to give money, Li Ping'an was a little stingy, so he put down most of his original vigilance.

Follow the rules, money is hard to come by, and there is a high probability that you are not a bad person.

"Master, please come in."

Li Ping'an took Zhigang to the backyard, arranged the mattress, took out the remaining half pot of porridge, and lit the fire to cook porridge again.

After a while.

Zhigang drank nine bowls of porridge in a row, and his stomach didn't feel bloated at all. He wiped his mouth and said.

"It's a pity that I didn't have any wine, so I felt like a bird in my mouth!"