Chapter 10: Learn the Iron Shirt in Thirty Days [New book, please collect it! ]
After breakfast and some pleasantries, Li Chu personally drove Gongsun Zhe and his daughter to town.
On the way, we passed a large open space where a large group of people had gathered. It was quite lively. From the sound of their shouting, it seemed that they had found the body of a giant spider, which was frighteningly large.
Some people said that the spider spirit failed to survive the tribulation, and then someone else said that it was clearly a sword wound and must have been killed by some immortal.
Li Chu did not stop the car, he even whipped his horse whip and sped forward.
Gongsun and his daughter were both smart people. They understood what had happened as soon as they walked by and guessed that it must be the eight-armed Shura that Li Chu had killed last night who had revealed his true form.
Gongsun Zhe then asked, "Young Taoist priest, why don't you get off the carriage and explain that it was the monster you killed? Wouldn't that enhance the reputation of your Deyun Temple?"
"My master has always taught me that fighting demons and defending the Way is not for empty fame." Li Chu said.
Gongsun Zhe was stunned for a moment, then he bowed his hands in sincere admiration and said: "Your master and disciple are truly great people."
Li Chu touched his nose with his hand.
The reason why he didn't explain it was that he didn't care about fame, and secondly, because...
There used to be a pavilion there.
Yesterday, I was in a hurry and I was a bit too heavy-handed. Banjiang Pavilion was built with money from the villagers, and if he had to pay for it, it would be more trouble than it was worth.
The carriage soon stopped in front of the county government office.
The three of them got out of the car and said goodbye.
"I will never forget the life-saving grace of Taoist Master Li." Gongsun Zhe bowed.
"It's just the duty of a cultivator. Mr. Gongsun, don't worry about it." Li Chu said lightly.
Gongsun Rou stared at Li Chu with her beautiful eyes, pursed her lips, and said, "Master Li, thank you for your help."
Only the father and daughter knew how a simple help to Li Chu turned out to be a chance of survival for both of them.
Li Chu smiled indifferently, then said goodbye and left.
Gongsun Rou looked at his back for a long time without moving.
The old father turned around and saw his daughter's expression. He waved his hand in front of her eyes and said, "That's enough. They've gone far away. There are so many talented people and heroes in Chaoge City, but I've never seen you look at anyone like this."
Gongsun Rou felt embarrassed by what he said, lowered her head, and shook her head: "No one is as good as him."
Gongsun Zhe smiled mischievously: "What is worse than him?"
Gongsun Rou pursed her lips again, and after a long while she spoke, "Not as handsome as him."
"Oh?" Gongsun Zhe blinked. "I remember my daughter said that when you look at a man, you don't look at his face."
Gongsun Rou's cheeks turned red and she ignored him anymore.
There is no one in the world who doesn't look at the face. If there is, it's just that she hasn't met a face that is good-looking enough...
What's more, the owner of this face is her savior.
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Li Chu didn't come here specifically to see Gongsun and his daughter off. He also had some business to attend to in the town.
This morning, he asked Yu Qian'an in the room if there was any method to cultivate the body.
He will never forget the sleepy Yu Qian'an who just woke up, without washing his face or tying his hair, spitting out a mouthful of mouthwash, and then raised his head to the sky and said: "Tao is the origin of all things. Techniques are the branches of the Tao. Disciple, you are obsessed with appearances, abandoning the origin and pursuing branches."
At that moment, he seemed to see Yu Qian'an enveloped by an indescribable aura, the temperament of which was so compelling that it even made him feel ashamed for asking this question.
But……
This does not change the fact that my physical body is still fragile.
He understood that he might never be able to comprehend the level of his master in his entire life.
Later, Yu Qian'an asked Li Chu to look for it in the miscellaneous bookstore in the town, thinking there might be some gains there.
A miscellaneous study, as the name suggests, is a very miscellaneous study.
The decoration in the study is very ancient, with north-south ventilation, plenty of light, and the scent of paper floating in the air.
Half of the books are new, and the other half are second-hand books collected by the shopkeeper. So there is a wide variety of books, covering two floors.
Li Chu walked around and took a quick look, and it seemed that there was no such thing as secret manuals on cultivation.
So he came to the counter.
The owner of the Zashuzhai is an old scholar, who is in his fifties and is still studying hard for the examination to become a scholar. He can hardly see anything.
But despite his poor eyesight, he knew exactly where every book was placed in the study and could find them even with his eyes closed.
Li Chu stepped forward and asked, "Boss, do you have any secret manuals here?"
"What secret recipe?" The old shopkeeper was stunned.
"It's about the physical body." Li Chu said: "My master said you might have it here."
The old shopkeeper immediately showed a meaningful smile: "Oh——"
He stood up and took Li Chu to find it, saying as they walked: "As expected, like master, like disciple. I didn't expect that you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, also like these..."
Li Chu was confused.
Until he saw the old shopkeeper take him to a secret cabinet, opened it, and saw it was filled with picture albums.
"Golden Lotus", "Liao Zhai Fengyue", "White Jade Prayer Mat", "My Sir"...
Li Chu looked at these strange names and fell into deep thought for a moment.
"Old shopkeeper, you may have misunderstood." He looked away: "What I want is the secret manual of the exercises that can be practiced, the body-refining exercises! I want to strengthen my body, not to look at it."
"Practice?" The old shopkeeper frowned. "You came to my bookstore from the Taoist temple to find a way to practice? I don't really have any of these. Hey, but there seem to be some martial arts techniques for strengthening the body. I wonder if there are any that suit your taste."
As he spoke, the old shopkeeper thought for a moment, then took him to the other side and found a cabinet of books in a dusty corner. The books in the cabinet contained methods of practicing martial arts.
Practitioners who mainly follow the Buddhist and Taoist traditions were also called Qi-refiners in ancient times.
For them, they only learn martial arts at the entry level, because their true qi is not yet formed and they need to protect themselves. After they can cultivate true qi, they will no longer practice martial arts.
What Qigong practitioners pursue is supernatural powers.
But the threshold for becoming a Qi Refiner is high, one must have spiritual roots to practice. Only one in ten thousand people is born with spiritual roots.
There are no such restrictions in martial arts practice, and anyone can practice martial arts to improve their body and strength.
Therefore, in any era, there are more martial arts practitioners than Qigong practitioners. Correspondingly, the inheritance of martial arts is also more widely spread among the people. Even in a study in a town like this, there will be a cabinet full of martial arts secret manuals.
However, this kind of secret manual of martial arts that can be easily obtained is definitely not very advanced.
Perhaps because of their spiritual roots, Qi cultivators have always looked down upon warriors.
Although a human warrior who has reached the pinnacle of cultivation is not inferior to a peak Qi-refining practitioner, his pure combat power is even stronger.
Although among the Twelve Immortal Sects there is the Tianwangshan lineage that practices pure martial arts.
But no matter what, I just despise it.
Therefore, if one is an orthodox Taoist practitioner, he will certainly disdain to practice martial arts techniques.
But Li Chu is not a Taoist practitioner at all. He doesn't even have spiritual roots, so naturally there is no contempt chain in his heart.
So he asked, "Shopkeeper, are there any body-building exercises among these?"
"Yes." The old shopkeeper leaned over and flipped through the book, stirring up dust. After a moment, he pushed a thin, old yellow booklet into Li Chu's face.
There were only eight big words on it.
"Thirty Days to Learn the Iron Shirt"
(End of this chapter)
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