Fortunately, I was safe overnight.

Zuo Lingquan refined Qi overnight and replenished the Qifu meridians with the sufficient spiritual energy provided by Qi Condensation Pill and Bai Yuzhu. Although it was not very pure to swallow it whole, it was enough.

It was a little brighter outside the window, and the rain became a little lighter, turning into a drizzle.

Zuo Lingquan opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Yi next to him.

Jiang Yi sat upright next to her, with swords on her legs flat on her legs. Her expression was quite calm, but her eyes were filled with blood. Seeing that Zuo Lingquan had finished refining Qi, she could no longer bear it, so she fell down and lay on the bedding, closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's over, I almost slain my house to death. I'll sleep for a while..."

Before I finished speaking, I could not hear clearly.

Zuo Lingquan felt a little distressed, got up and got out of bed, took off Jiang Yi's boots lightly, moved his straight and slender legs to the bed, covered it with a thin quilt, and kissed Jiang Yi's forehead again.

Jiang Yi seemed to not like being kissed very much, so she turned over and covered her head with the bedding.

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and sighed, turned around and came to the window. He first checked the several warning talismans attached to the doors and windows. After confirming that they were not touched, he opened the window and brought the dumplings that were blowing wind and rain outside for a night and were soaked into a chicken.

"Jiji~"

The dumpling was covered with white hair and leaned against her body. She felt aggrieved and fed two bird food before she calmed down.

It was still gloomy outside, and there were a few pedestrians coming and going from north to south in the town.

Zuo Lingquan wiped the dumplings with a towel, stood at the window and looked at the mountains and rivers outside the town, looking for directions for investigation. After looking for a long time, he had not seen the way. Instead, he found the people from the rivers and lakes he saw the night before, and walked over from the other end of the town...—

The world is rain.

The short moment in the middle condensed between the white clouds and until it hits the black soil is the swaying life of the people in the martial arts world.

Some people have heavy rains in summer, causing stormy waves with strong winds; some people have thick spring rain, moistening things silently with light winds.

But no matter what kind of rain it is, the final destination will be integrated with the dirty mud. If you want to break out of this fate, you can only become an immortal above the clouds.

Like most people, Song Chi failed to jump out.

The rain drizzled on the umbrella. Song Chi, who was already in his sixties, walked over to Qingquan Town with two apprentices many times.

The town's buildings are old and small in scale, so they can only be considered small places, but they are very famous in Zezhou, a radius of thousands of miles.

Because it is under Bitan Villa.

When Song Chi first entered the world, he came to Qingquan Town. Bitan Villa was not as famous as it is now, and it was the first mountain gate he had ever played.

Since then, Song Chi has been fighting for thirty years with his old fists, and has become the number one person in the Zezhou world since he became a martial artist.

I thought that I could make a successful career in this life and let go of the world and see how much fists the people on the mountain are.

But unexpectedly, he could not escape the fate of "a new generation of people replaced the old one".

The owner of Bitan Villa, who was beaten down by him with two punches, had a son who was beyond his control. At the banquet where he washed his hands, he avenged his father and ruined his thirty years of fame.

The fist was so fierce. When one punch was used, it seemed like a piece of iron wrapped in flesh and hitting someone on the body. It couldn't see clearly or catch it.

Song Chi practiced boxing all his life, and did not believe that people's fists could be so fast, nor did he believe that his fists would lose. So he stayed in the world and wanted to knock back the lost things.

Unfortunately, once a year, I fought for ten years and lost without exception.

Song Chi also became a hero from a generation of martial arts world to yesterday's yellow flower; Bitan Villa became a powerful martial arts world that was terrifying thousands of miles away.

After losing again last year, Song Chi still believed in his fist, but he also knew that it was impossible to get back his former reputation. He was already sixty years old. No matter how hard he practiced, his fist could not be faster. And Tang Hong from Bitan Villa seemed to have no end, becoming stronger every year, being too unreasonable and so strong that it was hard to reach.

People can never give in, but they must not accept their old age. So Song Chi let go of his identity this time and came to celebrate the birthday of the old owner Tang Manor who had beaten him back then.

This is also his real golden basin washing hands. From now on, there will be no "Shen Shen Fist Song Chi" in the world. Only an old man who fishes alone in the snow of the cold river will be left until he merges with the black soil to accept the fate that a man in the world should have.

But the interesting thing about the world is that things will never develop in the direction you expected.

With a feeling of commemorating the past, Song Chi walked through Qingquan Town with an umbrella for the last time, but saw a pair of eyes at the window of an inn.

The eyes are sharp, confident, and sharp, but they make people feel uncomfortable.

It's like the strong wine in a bowl. It makes my throat hurt when I drink it, and it's so spicy that it hits the cover of the sky. But from a distance, it's no different from a bowl of white water, and it's approachable and moisturizes all things.

Song Chi looked up at the handsome young man. He had seen him the night before, but only then did he realize that he was a very delicious young man.

Song Chi stopped on the street, lifted the oil-paper umbrella, and said:

"The young hero looks so handsome, so he also goes to Bitan Villa to join in the fun?"

Zuo Lingquan stood at the window wiping the dumplings, and said with a smile:

"Senior Song is polite. I am here at Zuo Lengganu, a person from the capital, traveling through the world and coming here, wanting to go and have a look."

Song Chi raised his hand gently, asked the two apprentices to leave first, turned around and came to the tea stall next to him to sit down:

"The name is quite interesting. Go to Bitan Villa to ask for an invitation. Please invite me to have a bowl of wine, and I will take you in and join in the fun."

Zuo Lingquan was in the inn the night before yesterday and noticed a few people in the martial arts world. He confirmed that the old man below was just an ordinary person who met by chance. He asked for a chat, and naturally wanted to find a well-informed local person to understand the surrounding situation. The old man was obviously the kind of person he was looking for.

Zuo Lingquan put the dumpling on the windowsill and flew out of the second floor of the inn. His figure fell down with the rain. When he landed smoothly, he opened the oil paper umbrella and did not cause any storm on the street. Even the waiter standing at the door and looking at the distance did not notice that someone had fallen beside him.

Song Chi's eyes were slightly brighter: "Last time I thought Zuo Shaoxia was a gangster who was not as good as gold and jade, so I misunderstood."

"Waiter, get a pot of wine, the best one."

“Okay.

Zuo Lingquan held an umbrella and went to the tea shop across the street and sat opposite the old man:

"I didn't miss it. Mr. Song's fists have probably hit many heroes in the world."

Song Chi's hands were thick and the calluses on his fingers had been polished. Even if he held a tea bowl casually, he could tell the weight of a pair of old fists.

Song Chi put two tea bowls on and asked with a smile:

"Does Zuo Shaoxia want to become a disciple?"

Zuo Lingquan took the wine pot thrown by the waiter, raised his hand to pour the wine, shook his head and said:

"Old Song is afraid he can't teach him."

Song Chi paused with the tea bowl and looked up.

Wow

The clear wine poured from the wine pot is frozen between the wine pot and the wine bowl. If it were not for falling into the bowl, it would prove that the wine was flowing, and it would easily make people mistakenly believe that the wine was solidified in mid-air.

This hand is terriblely stable.

Song Chi nodded slightly, shook his head and smiled:

"There are indeed people in this world that I can't teach you, but you're a little crazy when you say this."

Zuo Lingquan didn't expect that the old man was so crazy and didn't believe it:

"Yeah?"

Song Chi raised his hand to take the wine jar and poured wine for Zuo Lingquan.

Crazy

The wine also solidified in mid-air, and there was no sway at all.

Zuo Lingquan had been traveling unexpectedly for so long, and many masters of the Immortal Family have seen him. This is the first time that he has met a master who can compete with him on the same stage in the world.

The difference between a man from a martial arts world and a man in practice lies in the "Qi Refining Method".

Most people in the martial arts world do not have guidance from their teachers when they are young, and miss the best time to practice. Then they practice by feeling. Even if they practice true qi, their realm will not exceed the sixth level of Qi refining.

At the sixth level, it is actually difficult to distinguish between people in the martial arts world and people in the martial arts world, but at the sixth level, the gap between them will be infinitely widened.

In other words, the starting point of a person in practice is the end point of a secular martial artist.

But there are always a few warriors with great perseverance who can take a few more steps forward; for example, Zuo Lingquan, who can practice swords to half a step without real energy, can't even see clearly in the Ling Valley. The old man in front of him is too old compared to him, and his attainments in secular martial arts are probably not weak.

Zuo Lingquan took the wine bowl and said in confusion:

"In the world, Mr. Song's skills have reached the pinnacle. How could anyone not teach me?"

Song Chi chuckled softly at this recognizable words:

"I thought so before, but after meeting Tang Hong from Biquan Villa, I realized the meaning of endless martial arts."

Zuo Lingquan picked up the wine bowl and ran into the old man:

"That Tang Hong's martial arts attainments are even better than Mr. Song?"

Song Chi shook his head: "It's not that powerful, it's just that the punches are heavy, fast, heavier than a mountain, faster than an arrow, unable to catch them or avoid them."

Zuo Lingquan didn't believe it: "How fast is it?"

Song Chi smiled and held the wine bowl with his right hand flat. He didn't see any movement. He had handed his fist out and hit Zuo Lingquan's face.

Zuo Lingquan raised his left hand, arrived first, and intercepted his fist.

Bang

A muffled sound came from the tea stall under the rain.

Song Chi's wine bowl was still in its original position, but the hand holding the bowl turned into a left hand, and there was not even a trace of wine in the bowl, which proved that he had just let go of his hand and the hanging wine bowl did not fall apart.

Song Chi's right fist was grabbed by Zuo Lingquan, but he couldn't see how Zuo Lingquan made his hand clearly, and his eyes showed a look of surprise:
To be continued...