Chapter 12 First Test Fire

At dawn, the sky was still white and the morning was hazy, but the most prosperous Zhuque Street in Liujing had already been lively.

The peddler shouted and sold, and the students read aloud. The people looked for a restaurant to have morning tea, and the martial arts practitioners have also punched seven or eight times. For ordinary people, the legendary monks are the existence that only appear in the books in the drama, just like the previous An Bochen. Who doesn't know that an ordinary passer-by may be a local monk, and a seemingly inconspicuous old man in the martial arts school may be a heavenly monk.

At the end of Rosefinch Street, there stands a martial arts hall. The wall was originally red and disrepair. At this time, it is mottled and dark red. In the courtyard, the practitioners were naked and punched the same punch. The white air rose from the top of their heads, and their fists and legs went back and forth. In the depths of the courtyard, the door of the inner courtyard was closed, and a tall and thin old man in his 60s sat in the hall with a polite smile on his face.

"The visit of Mr. Li really makes the hall shine. Unfortunately, the best tea hidden by the old man is not as green. I hope you can forgive me."

"You're welcome, Mr. Liu."

The man in cloth sitting at the head smiled faintly, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Behind him stood two people, of course, An Bochen and Hong Fu.

Looking at Mr. Li curiously, Mr. Liu frowned, meditated for a long time and asked.

"I don't know what the prince is doing when he comes to the museum."

There is a little hesitation in his tone. Everyone knows that he is very different from the prince in front of him. Since he was defeated by the Queen Xi's Iron Arm that year, his reputation has fallen to the bottom, ranking at the bottom of the 14 Tianpin monks in Liujing. Tianpin monks are powerful, but this is Liujing. There are more or less five-grade Taoist charms hidden in the prince's family. An unconforming monk can sacrifice the charm to kill him, and he has to swallow his anger.

Today, Mr. Li came to look for him. For him and the Suzaku Martial Arts Museum, it may be a turning point. But it was only dawn that Mr. Li came in a hurry, and he had to be vigilant. After all, with Mr. Li's power, it was easy to swallow the Rosefinch Martial Arts Hall.

"Come here today, it's really a heartless invitation."

A gentle and elegant voice came, and everyone's heart beat, but his face pretended to be calm, fiddling with the tea cup and laughing.

"It's okay to say it. As long as Liu can do it, he will do his best."

"I have a personal servant who is clever and won my heart. It's a pity that his hands and feet are not sharp enough and his strength is too small. Therefore, I want to ask Liu to build a fire for him and cultivate some strength. I wonder if Liu is willing to help him?

When the words fell, Liu everyone was stunned first, and then his face showed joy. His eyes crossed "Li Gongzi" and fell to An Bochen, whose face was slightly red, and he stroked his beard.

"So that's it. It's a small matter."

Despite this, there is still a trace of regret in everyone's eyes. If helping people build fire is really as light as he said, the practitioner will not abuse it. Everyone's talent and innate qualifications are different. Although it is only divided into the second class of literature and martial arts, Yan, Qing and Bai, the fire cultivated is different. If you plant your own fire into other people's body at will, most of them will cause anti-eating. If it is serious, you will die, and if it is light, the meridians will be scrapped, and you can no longer embark on the road of cultivation.

Therefore, the foundation of this fire transmission is very exquisite, and the purest refined fire must be used. The essence of fire, one in ten thousand, is the fundamental source of the vitality of the practitioner, and a little less will greatly hurt the vitality. Who knows how much fine fire will be used to build a fire for others? After the fire is built, it will take at least half a year to recuperate to recover.

"Five hundred gold. If the fire is successful, I will give 500 taels of gold to the Rosefinch Martial Arts Museum and send craftsmen to repair your museum.

Mr. Li narrowed his eyes, gently shook his fan, and said leisurely.

"You're welcome... It's a deal."

Liu everyone laughed dryly, and his eyes were full of joy. Although there were more than 500 pieces of gold, he could not make friends with Mr. Li. As long as he succeeded in building a fire for the dull servant, his rosefinch martial arts hall may have a day to rise again.

"Bochen, why are you in a daze? Thank you, Liu."

Hearing this, An Bochen's face turned slightly red. He turned his head and stared at the girl who was staring at the beam of the house. Then he stepped forward and respectfully made a big salute to Liu Shi.

As soon as he bent down, he felt a figure flashing in front of him. The next moment, his arms were tightly clamped in the air by Liu Shi and could not move. A hot air came out of his right arm, and it swept across the body for a moment and disappeared.

"Yes, although the little brother's qualification is not the best, it is also the best. In this way, you can successfully build a fire before noon.

Hearing the words, An Bochen was ecstatic. He subconsciously looked at the girl behind him and saw that she also smiled, showing joy.

"Brother, please sit down cross-legged."

Under the guidance of Liu everyone, An Bochen sat on the low couch cross-legged, calmed down, and the palm of his hand turned slightly, round in his abdomen.

"I will first get through Sandantian and Twelve Zhengjing for you, so that the fine fire can come in. There is a little pain, and the little brother will endure it."

When the words fell, An Bochen saw Liu's eyes shining, swallowing his breath, and repeatedly taking his hands. From top to bottom, he touched his forehead, chest and lower abdomen respectively, and then suddenly twisted and crackled. His eyebrows twitched, and An Bochen grinned and endured the heavy blow of the old man. Every place hit by Liu was sore and unbearable. If it had been as usual, An Bochen would have given up.

But he knows that only by experiencing these pains can he successfully build a fire and embark on the legendary road of practice. Which of the heroes in the play has gone through a lot of hardships and lives. Compared with them, their own pain is nothing.

He clenched his fists, and his palms were covered with sweat. The blue veins on An Bochen's forehead were bumpy, and he gritted his teeth and endured.

I don't know how long it took. The body was slightly numb, and the feeling of soreness and sharp pain gradually disappeared. There were bursts of comfort in the place where everyone was hit by Liu, but it was a feeling that An Bochen had never had.

"Well, I have been active for you, and the upper, middle and lower Sandantian has also been opened, and you can start building a fire."

Hearing the words, An Bochen looked happy. As soon as he wanted to thank Liu, he wiped his sweat and waved his hand.

"Building a fire is not dangerous, but it can be dangerous and dangerous. The person who builds the fire must concentrate, open his heart, and relax his body, so that he can accept the fire. I will plant the fire from the Dantian on your forehead. All the way, I will open up the twelve serious scriptures for you, cross the Dantian, and enter the Dantian. The human body has an innate fire. Although my essence fire is an innate fire, it is only an acquired fire for you. The so-called fire is to use my essence fire to draw out the innate fire hidden in your body, which is the most basic fire.

"But how do I know where the innate fire is?"

An Bochen asked doubtfully.

"The human body has a heavy acupuncture point, called Shenque, which is the most secret and critical acupuncture point, and also a big acupuncture point related to longevity. Shenque is the Yang hole on the vein, and it is also the only hidden part of the innate fire.

With that, Liu everyone pointed to An Bochen's navel.

"It's right here. When I get into the essence fire, go all the way, and then go back from Dantian. At that time, you need to focus all your attention on the Shenque acupoint and relax your body. Once you notice the umbilical fever, you will inhale and urge it. At that time, I will help you introduce it again, and you will be done.

"Gone my innate fire?"

"It's not."

Mr. Liu showed his eyes and stroked his beard.

"It's just an innate fire, that is, an unincompetent fire. The essence of fire is infinitely mysterious, and it is difficult for the earth monks to get a wisp. Only the heavenly monks can cultivate it.

Hearing the words, An Bochen nodded silently and said in his heart that after the fire turned around, he would definitely go to the prince's study to think about the Qi Li books he had hidden.

Suddenly, An Bochen frowned and looked at Liu Dadao.

"After drawing out my innate fire, where does Mr. Liu's essence fire exist?"

There was a trace of bitterness in the corners of his mouth, which was fleeting. Liu everyone said.

"When the little brother has an innate fire, the meridian acupuncture points in your body will be regarded as the monarch. The old man's essence fire belongs to the outsider, and it can no longer be tolerated in your body. It should be dispersed... Without further stalk, let's begin. Brother, please close your eyes and concentrate.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen was slightly nervous and a little excited. His eyes inadvertently fell on the girl who had changed into a plain white dress. Somehow, An Bochen suddenly felt a little sad.

When she repaired the fire, she changed her hand to get a lot of money from the account, and took her to the theater to find "Jiu Chenjun". After the transaction, the two parted ways. As she said, there was no day to see each other again. Maybe I can know her real name, but I still don't know what kind of face she has under her red hair... There is no need to know.

He sighed secretly. Although the teenager was a little reluctant, he thought that he could get the method of practice and a sum of money enough for his family not to worry about eating and drinking. An Bochen no longer worried, relaxed his body, closed his eyes, and focused all his attention on the umbilical socket.

"Build a fire!"

The old man sitting at the head of An Bochen shouted in a low voice, and his eyes were clear, but it seemed that something was overturning.

The next moment, he poked out his finger and flashed through An Bochen's forehead in a residual shadow.

An Bochen's body shook sharply, and he only felt that his forehead seemed to be burned by the fire. He subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but he found that his whole body could not move, as if he was firmly sucking on the old man's fingers. He let the burning feeling unscrupulously into his forehead and ignited his head.

Just when An Bochen panicked, there was a "buzz" sound from his forehead.

Then, an extremely magical thing happened. An Bochen seemed to see the scene in his head. This feeling was wonderful, as if his eyes were hanging in his head.

But in an instant, the mysterious and mysterious feeling disappeared, and the eyes became dark again, and the fiery breath fell from the forehead and spread down.