Chapter 1 Zen
"In the pond of Hengzhou in Xijin, there are lotus seeds dancing in the living water and bighead greens. Fishermen float their boats and set large nets, and hundreds of scales are gathered in the lake."

A thin man wearing dark linen trousers and rough straw sandals stood on the bow of a wooden boat, shouting the words of a storyteller in the Hengyang City teahouse. Quan acted as a fishing chant, pulling the net and shouting into the boat:
"Brother Rong, do you think that if you sell this fish net, you can open up the red lanterns in the Yuyuan of Hengyang City and find a few girls to have a good night?"

A young man's laughter came from the cabin.

"Let's catch a few big turtles to make up for it first. Why go to Qunyuyuan when you see a weak man who would hide from your own mother-in-law?"

“The fish are cheap now, so it’s good to have food to eat.”

The footsteps made a thumping sound on the ship's deck, and Zhao Rong quickly stepped out of the cabin.

Even though he is only fourteen years old, he is already 1.7 meters tall, with healthy wheat-colored skin, a face as sharp as a knife, and dark and lively eyes. However, the beard at the corner of his mouth is still young, and his childishness has not been lost.

The man laughed and didn't care.

Zhao Rong stepped forward hurriedly, and the man hurriedly handed him the end of the net bag in his hand.

"Hey~!"

Pulling back hard, a net of large or small fish was pulled up from the turquoise lake water.

Hearing a snapping sound, Zhao Rong's face was splashed with water. It turned out to be a big blue-black fish struggling in the net, flicking its tail against the water, and the fishy smell hit his face.

"What a living water lotus seed!"

The man cheered loudly, showing joy, "Brother Rong, hurry up and work hard."

His voice was quite loud, and he attracted old man Zhao on the other side of the wooden boat. The old man took a closer look and immediately laughed and cursed:

"Damn, I thought it was such a big tail, but it's just a pussy."

Zhao Rong suddenly exerted force with his hands that were gripping the net, and a black carp weighing nearly 20 kilograms, along with the fish, shrimps and crabs in the net bag, came into the boat, with a black snail in its mouth.

The thin man Zhao Musheng showed admiration and said in his heart that Brother Rong has great strength.

Two women came on the boat to clean up the catch.

The sunset was cold, and the lake wind blew up strings of fine sunset glow. Zhao Rong raised his head and saw the red light for a long time.

He walked towards Old Man Zhao, who had just walked over:

"Grandpa, we need to get out of the lake quickly. There is a fight between gangs nearby, and there are a lot of boat thieves recently."

"Yes!"

Grandpa Zhao is the owner of a wooden boat, and the lives and fortunes of the dozen or so people on board are not a joke.

His silver-white beard trembled wildly as he cursed:
"Those bastards from the Haisha Gang, Zhang San's boat must have been robbed by them a few days ago, and none of the dozen or so people came back."

"What kind of hero in the world only knows how to bully the common people? Why don't you dare to seek bad luck from the master of the Hengshan Sword Sect?"

He said angrily "Bah" again, beat the gong in his hand, and urged the people on the boat to move faster. They must return to Hengyang City before dark.

"Rong'er, your injury has not healed yet. Please go to the cabin to rest first and avoid the evil wind."

Old Zhao's expression softened a little, and he waved him to go to the cabin, while he went to tell others what to do.

The wooden bulkheads are faded, with visible cracks and patchy water stains. The wooden boards on the floor were loose and dented, giving off a fishy smell.

In a corner of the cabin, there are various broken fishing gear, several bundles of ropes, some old canvases, frayed fishing nets hanging on the wall, and some fish scales remaining.

There is a separate cabin inside with a window facing south.

Zhao Rong stooped and pulled open the wooden door with many gaps.

With a squeaking sound, you enter a rare private territory.

An oil lamp, a wooden window, a narrow bed, a long table piled with miscellaneous items, the only eye-catching furnishing should be a three-foot long sword hanging beside the bed.

There was a lot of noise outside the cabin, and Zhao Rong seemed very used to it.

Because life like today has been repeated for two and a half years.

He was originally a college student majoring in history. After graduation, he joined RT-Mart to kill fish and was suddenly electrocuted and traveled through time.

The most mentioned one in Hengyang City is the "Five Mountains Sword Sect".

A year ago, Zhao Rong accidentally met the leader of the Hengshan Sect, Mr. Mo Da of Xiaoxiang Yeyu, in the city.

Only then did he realize that he had worn the "Golden Hero Smiling Proudly in the World".

He remembered a lot of the plot in "Swordsman", but he couldn't figure out where the timeline was.

Zhao Rong didn't have the energy to delve deeper. In the real world, he couldn't see the whole picture, and he couldn't even see the outline clearly. The first problem he faced now was to survive.

What did he see in two and a half years?
Bandits are rampant, good and evil gangsters are fighting back and forth with no one to control them, and the government has done little. Recently, it is common for boat bandits around the Tanshui in Hengyang City to intercept merchant ships.

The men kill and the women rob, specializing in robbing families and homes.

In the evening half a month ago, he was returning home from the "Iron Fist Martial Arts Gym" in Hengyang City. He saw an uneven road and rescued a girl from a bandit in a narrow alley.

The bandit was quite skilled in martial arts and his attacks were fierce. Even with Lime sneak attack, Zhao Rong was still injured.

The opponent might have a foot, so after he killed him in a sneak attack, Zhao Rong immediately took a detour home. Even when his grandfather, who depended on him for life, asked, he only said that he was injured accidentally while practicing martial arts in the martial arts gym.

"Hu~~"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but exhale.

After untying the cloth on his body, a palm print was faintly visible on his chest.

When he was hit by the palm, he felt his internal organs burning and spat out a large mouthful of blood. He didn't know what palm technique the other party used. He raised his hand and touched a jade pendant hanging around his neck, and his eyes lighted up slightly.

He brought this with him when he traveled through time. At the time, he thought it was an item like a gold finger, but after research, he found that it had no other function except providing a refreshing breath.

But on the night when Zhongzhang was healing his wounds, it was the wisps of coldness emitted by the pendant that suppressed the hot breath in the palm technique and smoothed his inner breath, which was why he healed so quickly.

"I don't know what else it does."

After playing with it for a few times, Zhao Rong felt a little regretful. After tasting the benefits, he did some research, but found nothing new.

"I have already learned a lot of the boxing techniques taught by Master Bao. It seems that even if I become proficient in it, I can only fight against ordinary people in the martial arts world. If I encounter an opponent with an artistic background, I will definitely suffer. "

"The Iron Fist is Invincible. Bao Datong."

Zhao Rong was speechless and heartbroken when he thought of the gangster who was the owner of the boxing gym.

This guy received thirty taels of silver that he had saved hard by selling fish and doing work, which was enough for an ordinary family of three for three years.

In the end, it's not as useful as "a bag of lime".

In my impression, a strong, bearded man slapped his chest loudly:
"Don't worry, I, Bao Datong, am said to be invincible with an iron fist. Who in the world doesn't know that? Who doesn't know that? If you learn three points of my skills, Bao will let you control the three hundred miles around Hengyang City!"

"..."

Mudd, this damn liar!

Zhao Rong looked unhappy.

The most reliable force in Hengyang City is the Hengshan Sect.

The Hengshan Sect is evenly matched with the Huashan Sect among the Five Mountain Sword Sects, and is far behind the other three sects. There are no second-generation disciples who have become famous, and the Huashan Sect next door has Linghu Chong.

But after all, it is one of the Five Sacred Mountains, and the threshold is very high.

If there is no reliable person to recommend you, you will not be able to enter the mountain gate at all.

Zhao Rong didn't care about his reputation. Half a year ago, he wanted to join the sect of Lu Lianrong, the golden-eyed crow. He would first try some Hengshan swordsmanship and systematically learn internal and external skills, but he couldn't get into even this young man's sect.

When Bao Datong saw that he had almost learned his own boxing skills, he revealed that he had a way to join the Hengshan School.

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched.

"I wonder if this damn liar is cheating again."

He pinched the pendant.

In an instant, my mind calmed down.

Practicing Qigong is no joke. If you are not careful, you will get injured. Once you go too far, it will even kill you.

Once a history major, he was quite fond of ancient books.

After traveling through time, my memory became extremely good.

He tried a lot of messy things, such as "If he is strong, let him be strong, and the breeze will blow on the hills. If he is horizontal, let him be horizontal, and the bright moon will shine on the river." and other formulas such as "The way of heaven will make up for the damage and make up for the deficiency."

I can’t practice!

After painstaking efforts, I finally found a secret book that had some effect. Zhao Rong didn't know how to practice Kung Fu at all, but he just slowly explored it and benefited a lot.

You must know that two and a half years ago, this body was very weak, and the original owner died from the cold.

……

"The benefits of the body are the foundation of saintliness. This is only one aspect. Therefore, yin and yang are controlled by people."

Zhao Rong recalled the combined volumes of "Yi Jin Jing" and "Marrow Cleansing Sutra" he bought on Taobao, and this classic health-preserving Zen practice that has been passed down for thousands of years came to mind.

I don’t know if it is the same as the one in Shaolin Temple.

He seemed to understand the exercise routes, meridians and acupuncture points, but did not dare to touch them randomly.

But those weird Zen postures that coincide with the principles of yin and yang can be followed.

Zhao Rong sat cross-legged on the bed, holding his knees with both hands, looking straight ahead, gently closing his eyes, relaxing his arms, and then slowly raising his arms to form a straight arm parallel to his shoulders, with his palms facing the sky.

Then raise your arms overhead, with your palms facing the sky relative to your fingertips, and then raise them to the back of your head, in the posture of "beating the sky drum."

This is the first step of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra.

A warmth grew in his brain, his nerves became more sensitive, his eardrums vibrated slightly, and he could clearly hear the voices of the fishermen at the stern of the boat.

The messy sounds did not disturb Zhao Rong.

He performed the first skill [Ming Tian Gu] three times, and felt that he had reached his limit, so he performed the second skill, but
[Immortal caressing the top].

……

In a rather mysterious posture, Zhao Rong was walking on thin ice, practicing Zen skills carefully.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly there was shouting and shouting outside the cabin!

……

　New book seedling, please collect and recommend ('-'*ゞ

(End of this chapter)