Li Qinglin had already inquired about it. This was the only immortal cultivator in the Wang residence. When he disappeared, he was only 21 or 22 years old!

It is not the case that the earlier you practice martial arts, the better. You need to wait until your muscles and bones have taken shape and developed to a certain level before you can start practicing martial arts. At best, you can lay a foundation when you are young.

Children from large families are usually exposed to martial arts at the age of eight or nine, while children from poor families are naturally slower and may only start practicing martial arts at the age of twelve or thirteen.

Tightening the membrane and covering the entire body is a meticulous and complicated process. Even for Li Qinglin, who had constant blood circulation, this process took half a year.

It is slightly better to strengthen the flesh, and you just need to nourish the flesh and blood all over your body.

But the key point is that the stronger the innate physique, the more difficult it is to nourish and break the limits of flesh and blood; and for those with congenitally weak physique, the time it takes to condense mercury blood is extremely long, so the time consumed in this stage of strengthening the flesh may even be more than that in the stage of tightening the skin membrane!

The same is true for penetrating bones, which feels like pins and needles, like picking at thorns, and is even more of a process in which water dripping through a stone.

As for the refining of marrow, the roundness of the five internal organs, and even the state of nourishing the spirit, they probably have their own difficulties.

In the martial arts world, even if one is truly gifted and has all the resources and secret medicines to cultivate to the peak of spiritual cultivation, it would take dozens of times, right? Even if Wang Changsheng had been practicing martial arts since he was in his mother's womb, it would be impossible for him to advance so rapidly to such a level!

Unless he has a golden finger like Li Qinglin.

"I seem to have missed something. No, all warriors seem to have missed a key piece of information."

As he pondered, Li Qinglin vaguely thought of something.

"Cultivating immortals, what does it mean to cultivate immortals?"

"When a warrior has locked his essence through the five levels and refined his marrow, he will be able to create strange phenomena, with flames, thunder, frost, and strong winds on his body. Although the power is not great, it is already very close to the legendary methods of the immortals.

When the five internal organs are in perfect harmony, the qi and blood can fill up to a hundred feet away, which is really like a common man's anger, with blood flowing all over the boat.

To nourish the spirit, there are all kinds of incredible abilities...

So, are people who practice martial arts really just a bunch of reckless men who are trying to drain their energy and blood and hit themselves with bricks?

This reckless man is too strong! It's unreasonable."

Li Qinglin recalled the day when the calamity realm expanded, Shui Hengliu was born, and the feeling that the real person Liquan gave him.

She is independent from the world, as detached as a lotus, yet without the slightest bit of courage filled with blood and energy...

A terrifying thought came to Li Qinglin's mind.

"That real person, it seems... he doesn't practice martial arts?"

…

In the following half month, Li Qinglin basically did not go to Wulao Qingxinzhai again.

On the one hand, his breakthrough was too fast, and if he went to the gym, he would inevitably be discovered by several senior brothers. Fu Bo and the martial arts masters of the martial arts gym had already taught him all the details and obstacles of Xuan Yu's Dragon Capturing Sutra in the Bone-penetrating Realm.

Secondly, Wen Shoufei's mood was unstable, and Li Qinglin instinctively felt a little disgusted and naturally did not want to practice under his nose.

Therefore, Li Qinglin often went out early in the morning to attend book clubs at Fuwen Hall in the inner city.

Since I got rich recently, I don't need to get anything for free. I even spent several taels of silver to ask the bookstore owner to search for more ancient books related to immortal cultivators, the origin and source of martial arts.

At the same time, at the book meeting, he casually mentioned that he wanted to know more about the information between immortal cultivators and martial artists. Unfortunately, all this group of book friends knew was common sense, and they only promised Li Qinglin that they would pay attention to it on a daily basis.

After the book club was over, Li Qinglin would either go home to practice martial arts or report to the Ministry of Justice. If he made some progress in martial arts practice, he would even fight with his colleagues in the Ministry of Justice.

Occasionally, the emperor would invite Li Qinglin to have tea with him.

It is said that several new female tea performers have come to the Jiaofang Bureau. They are good at eighteen kinds of dancing and are very soft and graceful.

But Li Qinglin is not such a casual person...

The main concern is that the people in the Cangtian Shulu Temple do not abide by the ethics of martial arts, and they will get some evil nun to corrupt his mind for practicing martial arts, which would leave him with some psychological trauma at the critical moment.

At night, he would devote his mind to controlling the Jade Yuan Toad and search for a suitable habitat in the Nituo River.

Perhaps, being ordinary is the essence of a demon’s life.

Apart from a few ignorant beasts that gave the Jade Yuan Chan a good meal, nothing important happened.

Whoosh! Outside the north room, under the bamboo forest.

Following a dull sound, Li Qinglin's figure disappeared as fast as the wind. The strong wind blew off the bamboo leaves, leaving a pair of shallow footprints on the spot.

Li Qinglin's figure flashed and appeared on the wall, on the branches of the apricot tree, in the courtyard, and then returned to the outside of the north room.

A bamboo leaf then swayed and slowly fell to Li Qinglin's feet.

"call……"

Li Qinglin let out a long sigh and frowned slightly.

Although he was fast, he was actually quite heavy, and he relied entirely on his extraordinary strength to accelerate. He was far from being as fast as a dragon.

But Li Qinglin is still in a period of rapid growth in strength. He almost wants to spend all his time practicing and improving his realm, but he has no time to take care of practicing physical skills or some sophisticated secret techniques.

“Is this the trouble of genius? Never getting stuck, and never worrying about hitting a bottleneck?”

Li Qinglin shook his head helplessly, his eyes like lightning, and locked onto a simple and even inconspicuous beheading knife on the ground.

This knife is three feet and seven inches long, with a blade three feet long. It is extremely dense and weighs more than seven hundred kilograms.

The overall shape is like a beheading, but the handle is no longer in the shape of a tiger. Instead, it is dotted with fine silver sand, giving people a sense of transparency and efficiency.

The previous tiger-beheading sword was recast by melting the silver scissors halberd, and various precious metal materials including white sand silver were added.

It has become a sharp weapon that has been forged hundreds of times and was named Baishou Sword by Li Qinglin.

The name of the knife is gentle, just like the tender autumn water.

When the knife is drawn, the person under the knife can also make his mind only of the most ancient things in his life in an instant.

This knife, if sold in the outside world, would easily cost three or four hundred taels of silver. If it were to be tailor-made by a craftsman, the price would naturally be even more expensive.

The gift from Third Senior Brother to become a disciple is indeed extremely valuable.

In addition, Li Qinglin also asked his third senior brother to help him forge a batch of fine steel arrows.

Each one is as thick as a baby's arm. Some are arrows with normal arrow tips, while others have reserved grooves for embedding cage fish scales.

Although Li Qinglin still has thirty-four cage fish scales left on his body, this is a non-renewable resource. If there is no replenishment, the day will come when it will be exhausted, so he only keeps it as a trump card to deal with strong enemies.

However, the ten-stone longbow given by Master Fu half a year ago was of little use to Li Qinglin now and could not keep up with his pace.

Unfortunately, good bows are hard to come by and most of them have owners, making them even rarer than ordinary swords. Li Qinglin can only use his status as a direct disciple and ask the martial arts masters in the academy to help him search for one.

now,

Li Qinglin stroked the cold blade and liked it more and more the more he looked at it.

There's even a feeling of being connected by blood.

As Qi and blood poured in, the Baishou Sword began to hum incessantly. The astonishing blade light almost broke through the restraint of the blade, and a fierce momentum swept over like a dark cloud covering a city.

But then Li Qinglin forcibly suppressed it again.

The low hum of the Baishou Sword was like a wronged little beast, and then it fell completely silent.

"Hahaha, what a good sword! What a good sword! I hope the master can take this precious sword. With this White Head Sword, my combat power will increase by more than 20%!"

Li Qinglin stared at the words on his panel.

[Kung Fu: Herb-collecting and Standing Posture Kung Fu (Great Success), Eighteen Rolling Stone Tumbles (Minor Success), Five Directions Heavenly Will Sword (Great Success), Bow Shooting (Minor Success), Xuanyu Dragon Capturing Sutra (Minor Success)]

Li Qinglin spent nearly half a year to finally master the Five Directions Heavenly Sword fighting style.

The sword techniques recorded in it, even the last sword, God's will is like a sword, have all been mastered.

Unfortunately...

Li Qinglin put the Baishou sword back and stroked the blade, feeling a little regretful and a little dreamy, "No one would let me make this move."

…

Two days later.

Li Qinglin made a special trip to Fuwen Hall before dawn.

It was because a book friend sent me a message yesterday saying that he might have found the ancient book that Li Qinglin wanted.

Moreover, the identity of the messenger surprised Li Qinglin.

As soon as he entered the private room of the clinic on the second floor, Li Qinglin saw a familiar figure, wearing a blue shirt, elegant and calm, chatting with someone at the table.

"Pu Song, you are not dead?" Li Qinglin asked with some surprise, and spoke auspicious words as soon as he opened his mouth.

Pu Song has not appeared since he invited Li Qinglin to go to the ancestral temple in the shantytown to burn incense.

Li Qinglin was even ready for the feast, but he didn't expect that Pu Song would show up alive?!

Pu Song was a little confused when he heard this. "Ah? A few days ago, I went to Luoshui County with my parents to visit relatives. I left in a hurry and didn't have time to tell you."

"I see. Miss Gao and I have discussed your whereabouts and were planning to find out something about it."

"I am so sorry. I was indeed negligent."

Pu Song quickly stood up and apologized repeatedly.

Hearing this, Li Qinglin pulled him up with a smile, but a deep light flashed in his eyes.

Beside Pu Song, there was a handsome man with long black hair and a skirt. He suddenly stood up and said to Li Qinglin in a somewhat aggressive tone, "Brother Li, do you know that the last time Brother Pu went back to the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors, he ran into a few ruffians and made them suffer a lot? If you had gone with us, Brother Pu wouldn't have to suffer so much!"

"Brother Zhu! This matter has nothing to do with Brother Qinglin. He has something important to do and cannot escort me. Don't take your anger out on him."

Pu Song immediately stopped the man surnamed Zhu and nodded to Li Qinglin with an apologetic look on his face.

Li Qinglin smiled and said nothing.

"By the way, Brother Li."

Pu Song walked back to the table, took out a piece of banner paper from the book box and handed it to Li Qinglin.

“Take a look at what I have excerpted and see if it is what you want.

Unfortunately, the original book was in my old man’s study, and he wouldn’t let me in, so I sneaked in and took a look around, only then did I find this “Ji Wu Old Book”.

Upon hearing this, Li Qinglin thanked him and immediately took the banner and looked at the words on it.

“I feel that martial arts from different places are mostly inherited from the same source, and their origins are different, but no one has traced the origin of martial arts and who created it and in what context.

So he traveled through the thirty-six counties of Dajiang and all the major prefectures, explored the wilderness, collected the customs of the people, and collected old photos of the previous dynasties in the robbery area, compiling them into a book for future generations to view.

Legend has it that the origin of martial arts lies in the great iron. At that time, an immortal god supported the King of Iron and gave him two volumes of martial arts classics..."

The martial arts classics were actually given by gods? !

Li Qinglin's heart was shocked and he immediately turned the page to take a look.

And then, it was gone again.

Li Qinglin raised his head with a green gaze, which made Pu Song feel uneasy. He felt as if he was going to be stabbed by Li Qinglin.

"Brother Pu, I wonder if I can take a look at the full version of this old Jiwu book?"

Pu Song was somewhat embarrassed when he heard this.

"This... My father has always valued his study more than his life.

How about this, Brother Li, why don't you come home with me and plead for mercy in front of the old man? My father is soft-hearted and might agree."

"Then I'll trouble you, Brother Pu!"

Brother Zhu took out a book, opened it, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Pu is really generous. Don't let the wolf into the house. You may meet the wrong person..."

"Brother Zhu!"

Pu Song frowned and interrupted the man's sarcastic remarks.

Li Qinglin sat down at the desk with a calm expression and joined the book club.

Half an hour later, Pu Song and Li Qinglin left together.

Pu Song's home was a small courtyard house near Shajing Bridge, close to the east gate of the outer city.

Not rich, but okay.

According to Pu Song, his father was a tea seller in his early years. He was born in a shantytown. With the strength of a newborn calf, he was not afraid of a tiger. He crossed the wilderness alone and went to Luoshui County to purchase tea. After processing it slightly, he resold it back to Feng County.

The original price of tea leaves was two cents per pound, but after processing and transportation, the price could rise to three ounces per pound! It was a huge profit! Therefore, he built a family business and settled down in the outer city.

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After getting off the carriage, he walked into the long and narrow alley.

The further we walked, the more remote the area became, and the two sides gradually became desolate and deserted.

A crow came from nowhere, cawed on a branch, and looked down at the two people on the ground with cold eyes.

An abandoned house with stone steps covered with moss.

"Brother Pu, haven't you arrived yet?"

Li Qinglin asked.

Pu Song walked in front, looking very apologetic and said,

"We'll be there soon. My father doesn't like noise, so he bought a house that's a bit out of the way."

As he spoke, Pu Song's eyes quietly glanced at the white-headed sword at Li Qinglin's hip and the longbow on his back.

"Brother Li, are you practicing martial arts?"

"Oh, I understand a little bit."

"Brother Li is both a scholar and a warrior, which is really admirable. However, my father does not like people wielding spears and sticks, so please take off your weapons when you enter the mansion."

"Ah? Is that so?"

At the corner of the alley, Li Qinglin suddenly put his arm around Pu Song's shoulder.

Pu Song looked puzzled.

"Brother Pu..."

Li Qinglin held the knife in his right hand and lowered his head, making it difficult to see his expression.

"Has anyone told you that the evil aura on you is... too obvious!"

Whoosh! With just one move, the knife came out of its sheath and slashed down horizontally, almost robbing the sky and earth of their color.

The crows flew away in fright, the wind blew violently, and the fallen leaves and moss on the ground were blown away.

The white-headed sword formed a sharp arc, and behind the sword, Li Qinglin's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Snap!

Pu Song was split into two pieces, with only a strip of flesh and blood on the front side still connected.

But no blood flowed.

Pu Song let out a shrill scream, thick black smoke came out of his body, and his figure flashed as he fled into the distance.

Suddenly, thin threads like spider webs grew out of the wound on his back, and they were pulled inwards violently, sewing Pu Song up again.

"What the hell?!"

Looking at this weird scene, Li Qinglin's heart skipped a beat, but his sword was merciless. With a buzzing sound, the white-headed sword swept through the air and went towards Pu Song's back.

If one strike doesn’t kill, then use two strikes!

Pu Song turned around suddenly, his face was ferocious, the flesh on his hands suddenly shriveled up, and he took over the white-shou knife.

Ding ding ding ding!

Amid a series of metal-on-metal collisions, Pu Song's palm hit the blade, but it did not feel like flesh and blood at all, but was extremely hard, like metal.

However, Li Qinglin's eyes darkened, his heart beat faster, mercury blood flowed down, and the crisp sound of Baishou's sword was like a dragon awakened from its insects, scattering into countless sword lights, completely burying Pu Song's body!

Boom!

Pu Song fell to the ground, with hair-like cuts on his limbs, torso and head.

Pu Song stretched out his hand, his eyes trembling, staring at the Pu family residence which was just a step away.

Finally, the breath dissipated and there was no life left.

Li Qinglin stood with a knife in his hand, his arms muscular and full of energy, exuding an imposing aura.

Are you brave?

You actually took my knife with your hand?

Li Qinglin looked at the closed gate of the house not far away, took a few steps back and put some distance between them.

It turned out that Pu Song was also a disciple of the Heaven-granted Temple, and his martial arts were exactly the same as Lu Zhangke's.

seem……

Targeted him? Li Qinglin frowned and immediately turned around, ready to report to the Criminal Division.

People are good at taking advantage of situations. Since they have such a strong support as the Ministry of Justice, they will naturally hold on tightly when something happens.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw a cold and frosted face suddenly appearing face to face.

At this distance, Li Qinglin could still faintly sense the breathing of the person opposite him.

!!!

Li Qinglin's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly closed his eyes, his energy and blood gathering on the surface of his body.

Boom!

Li Qinglin's entire body was thrown into the air, with a whooshing wave of air, crashing through walls one after another. Finally, he inserted the knife into the ground and was dragged for more than ten feet before he finally stopped.

Li Qinglin opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he slowly stood up from a pile of rubble.

"Wang Song?"

Looking at the old man with a youthful face, white hair and a thin figure not far away, Li Qinglin was a little surprised.

This old man was naturally the protector beside Wang Xian.

But when did he get involved with the people from Cangtian Shulu Temple?

etc!

Could it be the water willow?

Li Qinglin reacted suddenly.

"Your skin, your flesh, why are they so hard!"

Wang Song looked at his palm which was slightly painful, then looked at Li Qinglin who was unharmed but only had white marks on it. The spider web in his eyes was squirming and weaving wildly and uncontrollably.

"There's something wrong with you. There's something wrong with you!!"

Wang Song's voice gradually became sharper, his bones were ignited, and a thin layer of ice mist formed on his body surface.

As the cold air blew, the ground and walls formed ice crystals that looked like sharp spikes and quickly moved towards Li Qinglin.

"You have a secret! There is a secret about you!"

Wang Song roared, and his figure suddenly disappeared from where he was, rushing towards Li Qinglin.

Li Qinglin took a deep breath, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

One knife, if you can't win, run away.

Li Qinglin made up his mind.

The knife flashed, like an antelope hanging its horns, disappearing in an unknown direction, and it seemed that the sharp edge was falling from all directions.

In a flash, Li Qinglin's figure seemed to disappear from the world.

Only a white-headed sword is left.

It is ordinary, yet seems to contain thousands of changes.

Unpredictable, just like...

God's will is like a knife!

Boom! The whole street shook instantly, and the sand and weeds floated off the ground for several minutes, and it took two or three breaths before they fell down.

A large amount of smoke gushed out, accompanied by a high temperature that almost melted the hair.

The smoke gradually dissipated, Wang Song lowered his arms, staring blankly at the white-shou knife in Li Qinglin's hand.

The spider webs in his eyes dissipated into smoke, and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But a gust of wind blew from the alley, and cracks appeared all over his torso, like broken ceramics.

With a loud crash, it finally shattered into a pool of meat paste.

Looking at this scene, Li Qinglin was stunned.

Wang Song...how did he become weaker? He could still vividly remember the scene of him taking Wang Song's palm strike and retreating in the Wang family's camp in the wilderness more than a month ago.

In an instant, Li Qinglin reacted.

It's not that Wang Song has become weaker, but that I...

Stronger! The movement in the alley attracted the attention of others.

The smoke rising high made pedestrians on the street stop and stare.

A figure suddenly emerged from the courtyard behind Li Qinglin, wearing a Taoist hat and a crane cloak.

He looked at Li Qinglin solemnly, as if he wanted to remember it deeply in his mind, then jumped up and fled into the distance.

But, BANG!!

All I heard was a sound like a cannonball exploding.

A figure as tall as a mountain, with muscles rapidly expanding and twisting, and blood steaming into mist, appeared in front of him with a knife.

Li Qinglin looked at this man and said in a low voice,

"Why are there so many rats in your Cangtian Shulu Temple?"

(End of this chapter)