Chapter 180 Want to learn? I'll teach you!
"Please take a seat."

Yan Chixia invited him into the house and personally poured a cup of tea for Cheng Long.

Cheng Long has not yet learned the art of breath control, but the tremendous magic power of the Jindan period is like a rushing river, endless.

Yan Chixia has been practicing Taoism all his life, and he has never seen a young man with such a high level of cultivation, but who does not know how to restrain his breath, so that any Taoist practitioner who opens his wisdom eye will be blinded by the other party's dazzling magic power.

"Senior Yan, I have a question, but I don't know if I should ask it or not."

Cheng Long took a sip of the tea and put it aside without much interest. The tea was cold and the tea leaves were bitter, not tasty at all.

"My dear, just ask whatever you want to ask. There is no need to be restrained in front of me."

"That's presumptuous."

Cheng Long grinned and said bluntly: "Senior, your magic power is obviously not as deep as mine, but I can hardly see your depth without wisdom eyes. Why is that?"

"You can't see through me because I have learned the art of concealing my breath..." At this point, Yan Chixia changed the subject; "Want to learn? I'll teach you."

"How much is it?"

Cheng Long's eyes lit up.

What he lacks most now is the ability to conceal his breath, and he was obviously fishing just now.

"No money is required. As long as you fight with me and make me feel comfortable, I will not only teach you the art of breath control, but also give you some advice on cultivation." Yan Chixia was attracted to this talented person. He was a twenty-something-year-old casual cultivator from no sect or school, and the shortest time he had practiced was two and a half years, and the longest was no more than fifteen years.

Even if we calculate it based on fifteen years, his magical powers are still quite impressive, much higher than those of him who has been practicing for more than twenty or thirty years.

He couldn't tell how much higher it was, but what he was sure of was that the magic power in his dantian, both in quality and quantity, was far inferior to that of the young man in front of him.

"Then Bibi."

Cheng Long originally wanted to compete with Yan Chixia on this trip, but after meeting him, he found that the other party's magic power was not as good as his own. The eagerness he had before coming here instantly became dull.

But now that Yan Chixia had taken the initiative to bring it up, he wouldn't mind trying out the skills of an orthodox Taoist priest.

……

A few minutes later.

Living without a door, behind the mountain.

Yan Chixia, with disheveled hair and bruises on his face, bit his fingertips without hesitation and drew a blood-red Tai Chi diagram on his palm after learning Cheng Long's martial arts.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe is borrowed from the law."

Along with a resentful voice, balls of red light like cannonballs shot towards Cheng Long.

Boom boom boom...

Wherever the red light reached, large pits were blown out, covering an area no less than three meters.

Cheng Long knew that this was not Yan Chixia's limit.

After all, they were just exchanging Taoist skills, not risking their lives.

But his behavior of dodging calmly and never using magic to fight back really angered Yan Chixia.

"Boy, what do you mean? You're trying to spar with me, but you put your hands behind your back and dodge with your feet? Are you trying to humiliate me? Or do you think I'm not qualified to let you fight?"

Yan Chixia shot out dozens of red lights in succession, but not a single one hit Cheng Long. The opponent's trouser legs weren't even stained with mud.

It's very infuriating.

"Don't get me wrong, senior. I don't mean to not take action. I just haven't learned many Taoist techniques, so I don't know which one to use. I haven't learned them very well, so I'm afraid of hurting you!" Cheng Long did create some Taoist techniques, but the chances of using them were very small, so he could be considered to be a poor learner.

"Use whatever you want."

"Then...I'm sorry!"

Cheng Long waved his hand gently, and the free water vapor in the air and the moisture in the branches and leaves seemed to be attracted by some mysterious force and began to slowly condense.

Under his control, the water molecules became agile, as if they were given life, and quickly gathered into sharp arrows.

These water arrows sparkled with crystal clear light in the sunlight, exuding a chill.

They drew graceful arcs in the air, like dancing dancers, light and agile. Following Cheng Long's wishes, these water arrows shot towards Yan Chixia with the force of thunder, each of which contained amazing destructive power.

Yan Chixia's eyes flashed with surprise when faced with this sudden attack.

He tried to dodge, but the water arrows were as fast as lightning and hard to predict. With a few "swoosh" sounds, several water arrows were blocked by a sword case made of simple texture.

"What a strong force!"

Yan Chixia was shocked, and his hands, which were holding the sword box to block the water arrows, were numbed by the powerful recoil force.

These were just a few water arrows. If the water arrows shot at him continued, he might not be able to block them. At least he certainly couldn't block them with just the sword box.

"Senior, try my fireball technique again."

Cheng Long pushed his palm open, and a powerful magic power surged out from his palm, ignited by the wind, and turned into fireballs, shooting out. Yan Chixia hurriedly urged the magic power in his body to try to resist this fatal blow.

However, the power of the fireball was far beyond his imagination, and the ensuing flames instantly broke through his protective shield when they touched it, turning into a violent wave of fire that swallowed him whole.

Under the baptism of the fire waves, Yan Chixia's hair, beard, and clothes were all set on fire.

Wow!
A huge water ball suddenly fell from the sky, drenching the burning Yan Chixia like a drowned chicken.

After cultivating to the Golden Core Realm, Cheng Long has achieved a high level of attainment in basic techniques such as water arrow technique and fireball technique. The water ball that he used to put out the fire for Yan Chixia was a new spell developed based on the water arrow technique.

He has mastered the art of absorbing and transforming water.

When performing water arrow techniques, one can even easily absorb water from a human or animal's body, causing these creatures to dry up and die instantly.

"You kid, is this what you call a lack of skills?"

Yan Chixia was drenched by the water ball, and most of his beard was burned off, and his hair was also badly burned, but he didn't care about all that. He stared at Cheng Long angrily, feeling that he was deceived.

"Indeed, I am not very good at it. Apart from Water Arrow and Fireball, the other spells are very average."

What Cheng Long said was correct. Apart from the water arrow and fireball spells, all other spells were evil spells, such as exorcism, soul-devouring, puppetry, sleeping spell, seven-star soul-nailing spell, etc.

How can these be used during a competition?

"..."

Yan Chixia was a little bit unconvinced.

"I didn't have a master. I knew nothing when I was little. When I grew up, I was lucky enough to pick up a few Taoist secret books. Then I thought of visiting famous mountains and rivers. However, I was rejected because I had magical powers. Fortunately, I have good talent and was able to find a way by exploring on my own, which led to who I am today."

Cheng Long talks nonsense and makes up stories at will.

Seven parts false, three parts true.

Yan Chixia, who was also a casual cultivator, felt the same way and said seriously, "I can understand. I was also a warrior back then. Later, I inherited some immortal arts, which gave me the skills I have today."

"Master Yan, the Breath-Retaining Technique you promised?"

"I'll teach you right away."

……

Obtain the Breath-Concealing Technique from Yan Chixia.

After a little practice, Cheng Long mastered the trick. He, who used to be as dazzling as a spotlight in the eyes of his peers, became restrained and well-behaved on the spot, without any ostentation in front of the door.

It feels pretty good.

"Master Yan, this is a small gift I prepared for you. Please accept it."

Before leaving, Cheng Long seemed to have thought of something and grabbed a bag out of thin air, revealing the Wuliangye and Moutai that had been prepared long ago.

"these are?"

"Wine, I'll teach you how to open it."

creak!

Suddenly, the door of Wumenju was pushed open, and a young man dressed as a scholar walked in carrying a load on his shoulder.

The scholar's name was Cui Hongjian, and he looked quite honest.

Some time ago, Shi'er went out to subdue demons and monsters, and accidentally burned down Cui Hongjian's house.

In order to make up for his mistake and provide Cui Hongjian with a place to stay, he brought him back to Wumenju.

Cui Hongjian did not see Shi'er catching ghosts, he only saw the other party setting fire to his own house and beating an old man, and he said stubbornly that a wise man would not accept charity and would not live in a house without a door.

But he was a poor scholar and had nowhere to go if he left Wumenju, so he could only stay here temporarily for a while.

The scholar was very fond of quibbling over words and had the integrity of a scholar. He was unwilling to bow down for a few pieces of silver. He got up early every day to grind soy milk and carried a load to the market to sell tofu pudding in order to save money to repair the house as soon as possible.

However, after spending a few days together, he and Shier have reconciled their differences and have become good friends who can talk about anything...

"Brother Cui, why did you come back so early today?"

Shier stepped forward and took the burden, fearing that the scholar would hang around in front of his master and make him unhappy.

Wumenju has never received outsiders. If he wants to break the tradition of Wumenju, he has to show his real ability and practice kung fu well, then the master will turn a blind eye.

"The market closed early today, and I followed everyone else. But it doesn't matter, I can still sell tofu pudding in the evening."

"No way, we have to go to town to sell tofu pudding in the evening?"

"In order to earn money to repair the house, no matter how hard or tiring it is, we have to endure it."

(End of this chapter)