Chapter 5 Five elements of yin and yang

There is a man in western Sichuan who was born in poverty and his parents died. In his childhood, he made a living by begging, ate hundreds of leftovers, and finally became an adult.

When I was a teenager, I worked in the martial arts school. Because of my talent and intelligence, I became a self-taught. Later, I walked through the three mountains and five mountains and visited the Jiangbei martial arts school. However, anyone who was a little famous would not miss it. Later, I closed for ten years and refined my martial arts skills. After breaking the barrier, the first thing was to find all kinds of famous people to challenge. After several times of life and death, I lost more and won less, and then the victory and defeat gradually reversed. After a thousand battles, he won many battles.

When people reach their prime, they suddenly become ambitious and rush into the place where the beasts and demons gather in the world. In the "faraway mountains", their whereabouts are unknown.

Time flies, and it's another ten-year blink of an eye.

Above the two-thousand-year-old ceremony of the Dragon Emperor's Sect, a middle-aged man laughed and fought fiercely with the second master of the "Dragon Emperor Sect" at that time. Fulong Zhenren fought fiercely for seven days and seven nights, regardless of victory or defeat. From then on, he became famous all over the world. Young disciples looked for this person one after another, or sought advice or asked to enter his door wall.

Unexpectedly, the man laughed, brushed his big sleeves and disappeared.

Fifteen years later, the fifty-year-old Chiyou monument was opened. This person appeared again and defeated countless masters all the way. The monument was famous and ranked fifth. From then on, the world looked up.

This person is the fight to break through the martial arts - Nalan is crazy.

The only scattered martial artist with no sect on the Chiyou Monument.

"Why, you don't want to chat with me when you know my name?" Nalan smiled wildly and put his palm close to the fire to keep warm.

Wu Pengwei was slightly stunned, but that's all.

"It turned out to be Elder Nalan, but it surprised me." Wu Pengwei curled his lips and continued to nibble on the chicken leg, and his face recovered as before.

Nalan's wild eyelids jumped imperceptiblely, but he looked at Wu Pengwei with some new eyes.

"After hearing my name, this boy can recover as before so quickly. He talks and laughs as usual, but he is a little bold."

Ordinary martial artists saw the characters on the Chiyou tablet, and most of them kowtowed, just to get some guidance. For these martial artists, the masters on the Chiyou tablet are like gods. With its enlightenment, they can leap into a dragon and make rapid progress in martial arts.

And it is not that there is nothing like Wu Pengwei's indifferent look, but it is quite rare.

Some masters who have reached a certain degree of strength often take care of their face, or have a clear path to move forward in martial arts, which will be indifferent, but there is more or less awe between their behaviors.

It's not like Wu Pengwei, looking as usual, just like eating and drinking with the elders who are familiar with the family, without any loss of posture.

"Hey, this boy, it's a little interesting."

Nalan smiled wildly and asked, "Little brother, I haven't asked your name yet."

Wu Pengwei waved his hand and said, "The world is falling. Why do we have to know each other when we meet? Names and surnames are not important."

Nalan was stunned and asked with a smile, "What's important as the little brother said?"

Wu Pengwei patted his belly, pointed to the starry sky on his finger, and said, "Eat well, drink well, chat happily, and live a happy life. This is the most important thing."

"Good." Nalan laughed wildly; "It's rare that the little brother is so open-minded and free at a young age, but I have fallen into the cliché. Come on, how can there be no wine in this situation, little brother, come and have a sip."

Nalan wildly took out a cyan wine pot from his arms, pulled out the cork, and suddenly overflowed with fragrance.

He looked up and took a big sip, and then handed it to Wu Pengwei, "Come on, little brother, take a sip."

Wu Pengwei glanced at the wine pot and did not refuse. He took it and raised his head to take a sip. Unexpectedly, the wine entered his throat and suddenly burned like fire. His chest was hot. At the moment, he choked and sprayed it out.

"Oh, the little brother can't drink. How can a man's husband be without wine? What's more, this wine is the best thing to relieve his worries. How can there be no wine in life?" Nalan smiled wildly, stretched out his hand, and wanted to get the wine pot back. "This wine is the 'red blood drink' that I picked from the twelve ancient grains from Jiuye Mountain, and then combined with the water of the Wei River and the blood of the tiger dragon. It's very strong. If you can't drink it, don't force it."

Unexpectedly, Wu Pengwei took another big sip, his eyes turned red, and swallowed the wine abruptly. Then he said, "If you don't know how to learn, how can a man be afraid of shrinking when he is alive? But if the thorns are in front of him, just cut off with a sword."

After saying that, he took another big sip, and a pair of quiet eyes were immediately red.

Nalan laughed wildly: "Well, what a thorn is in front of you, just cut it off. For this reason, be one of the big whites of floating life."

I grabbed the wine pot and looked up to the sky.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and they were all ordinary pleasures.

A pot of wine, I drank it for a while.

At this time, Wu Pengwei crossed his knees, palms up, and began to meditate.

Nalan leaned wildly on a boulder and looked sideways at Wu Pengwei, but thought in his heart that the boy was very little drunk, and his "red flame blood" was extremely intense. I'm afraid he would get drunk in a moment.

But after a long time, Wu Pengwei always crossed his knees and breathed, and his expression became more and more peaceful, and even most of the wine on his face had gone.

"It's strange that this boy has a little way to get rid of the wine.

Nalan glanced at Wu Pengwei's whole body crazily, and finally stayed on the palm of his hand. Suddenly, he suddenly became clear.

"Yes, this boy actually forced the wine into his fingertips and then overflowed his body. It's not simple. The exquisite control of the power of qi and blood is rare. Most of the martial artists with this degree of exquisite control are at the age of 40. They are all elites in their respective doors, but they look down on him."

After a while, Wu Pengwei was full of alcohol and opened his eyes and smiled wildly at Nalan.

"Let the seniors wait for a long time."

Nalan smiled wildly: "Kid, you are a fool."

Wu Pengwei curled his lips and said, "It's a pity that there is no wine in the pot, otherwise I would be willing to be punished and drink another pot of it."

Nalan laughed and scolded wildly: "You boy, I'm sure there is no wine in my pot. There's nothing I can do with you. Say, is there a way to force drinking from the beginning, so you dare to deliberately drink with me."

Wu Pengwei smiled and didn't say anything.

He is very drunk. If he refuses Nalan's wild invitation to drink, he will definitely sweep away the other party's interest. Invisibly, the two will definitely be much more estranged. His brain turned slightly and easily walked in the meridians of his whole body. In just a few seconds, he came up with a small way to force him to drink. He deliberately let go of his temperament and drank wildly with Nalan.

In this way, he is really in Nalan's wild arms. As a generation of martial arts, he is a peerless master on the Chiyou tablet. He has seen many people who are tated in the past. His favorite is his true temperament. Wu Pengwei, a little bad boy, not only did he not make him unhappy. Instead, it gave birth to a good impression.

"You boy, you are really slippery. Come on, sit down. I haven't talked to anyone for a long time. How about coming to talk to me?"

Nalan waved his sleeves wildly and didn't move much. He didn't even use a trace of air. The rugged ground within ten meters was like a big knife, flat and smooth.

Wu Pengwei sat down according to his words, glanced around, and asked, "Senior, you have a good ability, but your energetic method is strange enough that there is not even a trace of qi and blood fluctuation, silent, which is really strange and unpredictable."

Nalan was crazy, but smiled proudly: "This is naturally, this is Nalan's crazy and unique mind - 'Xiaoyaoqi', silent and fast. In terms of the power of destruction, my Xiaoyaoqi may not be ranked in the world, the 'Fulong Zhenqi' of 'Dragon Emperor' and the 'King Kong Fumojue' of 'Killing Sect'. It's all far above me. In terms of weirdness, it's also worse than the 'Wanliu Return to the Sect'. But if it comes to silence, there is no sign when it comes to make a move, my 'free spirit' can be said to be the first in the world. What, boy, are you interested? Can I teach you?

Wu Pengwei thought carefully for a while and finally shook his head.

Nalan was crazy, but he couldn't laugh or cry: "What? Are you not interested in my unique martial arts? My method is an authentic method of practicing qi and blood. The rank can reach the stage of martial arts saint. There is no other subcolon. How many martial arts people dream of learning? You are good and refuse, but you look down on me?

Wu Pengwei smiled indifferently and said softly, "After all, yours is yours, not mine."

Nalan was stunned at first, and then looked up to the sky and laughed, "Okay, okay, okay, okay, you crazy boy, this is quite the same as when I was young. It's good to be ambitious and crazy, which suits my appetite.

His voice was extremely loud, and the mountains and fields were ringing. Xiaoqing, who was eating and sleeping soundly, was suddenly disturbed by a good dream. He roared dissatisfiedly to show his resistance, and then lowered his head under his claws, and soon snored like thunder.

"This foodie has a long temper..." Nalan laughed wildly and scolded Xiaoqing.

Wu Pengwei smiled and said, "Let me forgive you. Although the boy is not interested in his master, he has some martial arts problems and wants to ask his predecessors."

"Haha, you boy, after all, please ask me if you have any questions. Say it quickly. If you don't say it, I will feel useless." Nalan clapped his hands and smiled wildly, and felt that Wu Pengwei, a ghost, became more and more pleasing to his eyes.

"I would like to ask my predecessors how to refine the power of qi and blood and derive the transformation of true qi."

"The quenching of qi and blood leads to the transformation of true qi? It's not easy, boy. Are you a famous child?" Nalan asked wildly.

"No sect, no faction, he is a scattered man."

"Oh, in this case, you are almost hopeless to change your true qi in this life. Refining qi and blood, and deriving the qi of mutation. Only the famous sect have this strength and capital can make it out. It is impossible for the idle second-rate sect at all. Now you are just a lonely ghost, and there is no hope." Nalan smiled wildly, which was not funny.

Wu Pengwei thought for a moment, but shook his head: "Don't lie to me. If the method of qi and blood quenching is really only owned by famous schools, the predecessors will not be on the top of the Chiyou tablet. It can be seen that there must be other methods."

"You are really a ghost. It's hard to fool you. Yes, there is indeed a way, but this method is lifeless. Would you like to have a try?"

"Please give me some advice."

Nalan suddenly became silent. After a while, he narrowed his eyes and said leisurely, "Kid, do you know what the five elements of yin and yang are?"

(It's late, and I stood everyone up. I'm guilty, I'm an asshole)