" Although the Nourishing Fist is ordinary, it's the best martial art that the Maoshan Sect has for our disciples. When you cultivate it to a high level, you'll naturally be able to cultivate Dharmic powers. Cultivate well and don't be like Qiusheng and Wencai. One focuses on punches and kicks and neglects everything else. The other is so stupid that he can't even perform the Nourishing Fist well.”
Ren Town.
The mortuary.
Ninth Uncle was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea and teaching his new disciple with a bamboo stick to prevent him from going astray.
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were already giving him a headache. Ninth Uncle did not want this new disciple to dawdle all day and not even be able to teach him his legacy.
Damn it, who was the one who said that the Maoshan Life-preserving Fist was played by the old lady?
If you stand up, I'll beat you to death.
Qin Feng felt that his waist was about to break. This health boxing was really not easy to practice. He had to get up at four or five in the morning to start boxing. Only by persevering could he continue to improve.
Speaking of which, other transmigrators could start their own high-profile path after transmigrating, but what about him?
He met a ghost right after he transmigrated and was almost killed by a female ghost. Fortunately, Ninth Uncle appeared and saved him. Seeing that he was pitiful and homeless, he simply brought him back to the mortuary and accepted him as a disciple. After all, it was not easy for a Taoist priest to accept a good disciple these days.
Subduing demons and killing ghosts and demons were the daily lives of Mao Mountain disciples. How many people who were not afraid of death dared to face these terrifying existences?
If he was not careful, he would die.
"Alright, rest! We'll continue tomorrow."
Looking at the sun in the sky, Ninth Uncle put down the bamboo stick in his hand and shouted.
Qin Feng almost sat on the ground. He was too tired. Right now, he didn't even want to move his fingers.
It took a lot of effort for him to move to a chair and sit down. He picked up the teacup and drank it in big gulps."Master, recently, when I feel tired from practicing boxing, something is moving in my body.”
"Of course. Although the Life-preserving Fist is ordinary, it can generate mana. The things running around in your body are mana, but you can't control them yet.”
Ninth Uncle replied casually. He would try his best to answer Qin Feng's questions.
Qiu Sheng was unreliable, and so was Wen Cai. It was not easy to find a disciple who cultivated diligently, was motivated, and was not afraid of hardship and fatigue. Ninth Uncle also wanted to teach him well, lest people say that he had lived in Ren Town for many years and could not even bring out a decent disciple.
Forget about literary talent. He couldn't count on her. It was enough as long as she could live a stable life.
Qiu Sheng was severely biased in his subjects. His fist technique was not bad, but his other skills were a mess. It was already good enough that he could light up a talisman with his pitiful magical power. There was no hope at all for him to use Maoshan Taoist techniques and formations.
Furthermore, Qiu Sheng was different from Qin Feng and Wen Cai.
Perhaps one day, under his aunt's orders, Qiusheng would have to return to his business obediently and leave the mortuary. However, Qin Feng and Wen Cai would not, because they were both homeless people. Once they left the mortuary, they would have nowhere to go.
"Magic power?"
Wasn't it said that it was very difficult to cultivate magic power in the Nourishing Fist? Could it be that I am a genius?
Blinking his eyes, Qin Feng put down the teacup in his hand and leaned back on the chair. He asked,"Master, can you bring me along when you go to do business tonight?”
There were not many things in the mortuary. Usually, Ninth Uncle would only take action when someone came to invite him. If there were ghosts and monsters that harmed people around, Ninth Uncle would also take action and kill them to prevent these ghosts and monsters from continuing to harm people.
In the morning, when the sky was just measured, someone sent a letter to Uncle Nine. Uncle Nine packed some things and Zhang Xun knew that Uncle Nine was going out to do business.
This was an opportunity that he had to seize.
After transmigrating into this world where there were demons and ghosts everywhere, Qin Feng did not have any so-called cheat. Other people had cheats when they transmigrated, but he did not get anything. The original owner had a magic treasure that could store items. It should be the only benefit he obtained when he transmigrated to this era.
Qin Feng studied it for a month. This spatial magic treasure was not a heaven-defying cultivation technique divine artifact, nor did it have the function of killing demons and ghosts to level up. It only had an additional mobile warehouse.
Qin Feng could only rely on cultivation to increase his strength.
Therefore, he really wanted to go out with Ninth Uncle, even if it was just to do some soy sauce or odd jobs and broaden his horizons.
It had been less than a month since he had transmigrated. He had almost been killed by a ghost when he had just transmigrated and was saved by Ninth Uncle. After the ghost was killed, it accepted the memories of the original owner. The original owner did not seem to know the existence of this space.
Qin Feng only found out about the existence of this space by accident. In this month, Qin Feng tried all kinds of methods. Unfortunately, his spatial treasure only had one function, which was to store items. However, its preservation function was extremely strong.
It was unlike in novels where some transmigrators would be so awesome as soon as they transmigrated. They would give newbie gift bags that contained heaven-defying cultivation techniques, heaven-defying pills, and heaven-defying divine artifacts.
Giving out all sorts of missions and completing them would give him huge rewards. Killing demons and ghosts would give him merit points, and he could then use the merit points to increase his strength.
Therefore, Qin Feng, who was still very weak, could only choose to follow Ninth Uncle. He wanted to gain experience, broaden his horizons, participate in actual combat, and assist others. Then, he would increase his strength as soon as possible. Only then would he have the ability to snowball and constantly become stronger. Only then would he have the ability to protect himself.
Don't think that staying in the mortuary is very safe. According to Wen Cai, because the mortuary deals with demons and ghosts, some powerful demons and ghosts will take revenge and directly attack the mortuary. It's fine if Ninth Uncle is here, but if Ninth Uncle isn't, I won't have the power to protect myself. I will definitely die a miserable death.
"Oh? Why?" Ninth Uncle looked at the new disciple curiously.
If it were Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, they would avoid it if they could unless they called for help. After all, catching ghosts and subduing demons was tiring and dangerous.
Ninth Uncle didn't expect Qin Feng to take the initiative to follow him.
It seemed like a casual question, but it was actually Ninth Uncle's test. Qin Feng didn't dare to be careless. He wasn't Wen Cai or Qiu Sheng who liked to fool around. With Ninth Uncle's protection, wouldn't it be good to work hard and show his strength? Wasting time and playing around all day, what could he get in the end?
When they encountered powerful demons and ghosts, they did not even have the ability to protect themselves.
"Of course, I want to broaden my horizons and help Master do odd jobs. It's good that Master has an errand boy by his side.”
"Oh, not bad."
Qin Feng's words hit Ninth Uncle's heart, causing him to laugh. This disciple was indeed smart and sensible.
"Since you want to go, have a good rest. After dinner, you will set off with Master. Master will take you to catch ghosts.”
Ninth Uncle, who was in a good mood, walked into the ancestral hall with a pipe in his mouth and humming an unknown tune.
Qin Feng looked up at the sky and could not help but sigh.
Qin Feng had only entered the mortuary for a month. Other than the Life-preserving Fist, he had not learned anything else, so he was not even considered a beginner!!
He was not even considered to be at the entry-level now, let alone any realm.
In Ninth Uncle's words, a newbie like him was not even qualified to enter the sect, so how could he have a realm to speak of?
When the magic power in his body increased, he would be able to control it skillfully and learn how to use talisman paper. Only then would he be considered to have entered the door. However, entering the door was basically equivalent to the level of an unranked warlock.
Most of the warlocks who came knocking on doors and causing trouble only knew a few moves, and then relied on these few moves to cheat people.
He did not know how to compare levels and realms.
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