Immortality Martial Arts: Starting from the Sword Drawing Technique

With only a dozen taels of silver in his arms, Lin Bei walked slowly into Dongshi.

Look around at every stall and occasionally ask about the price.

"The budget is still too low."

Lin Bei muttered and sighed.

Although he still had close to twenty taels of silver, he still needed to keep half of it for living expenses, so he could only budget for ten taels of silver.

Most of the goods here are above ten taels, and few are below ten taels.

Swords are somewhat cheaper, starting at five taels and going up to thirty or forty taels, and are available in all price ranges.

There is also Blood Spirit Ginseng, which is the most common medicinal material in the entire Dong City. The prices vary from a few taels of silver to dozens of taels of expensive ones. The specific price depends on the year.

However, these two commodities are obviously not what Lin Bei urgently needs.

While walking and walking, Lin Bei passed by several stalls, but all of them shook their heads and left.

Suddenly, when passing by a certain stall, he stopped and looked at one of the books.

"Health-preserving power?"

A certain string in his brain was suddenly touched, and with a flash of inspiration, Lin Bei had a whimsical idea.

"The goal of health-preserving exercises is longevity, but the principle seems to be to improve body functions?"

"If the physical function is improved, will the talent and qualifications also be improved..."

Thinking of this, Lin Bei felt a little excited and planned to give it a try.

""Lingshen Gong of Immortality and Youth"???"

"Hiss! What a loud tone! How dare a health-preserving exercise method claim to be immortal and stay youthful forever?!"

“Boss, you are committing fraud!!!”

Just now he glanced at the three characters "Health Preserving Kung Fu", but when he saw the full name of the technique, Lin Bei suddenly saw black lines in the sky.

"Ahem, what do you mean by lying? This is my name for my technique. Is there a problem? Who said you can't name it like this?!"

The stall owner was very thick-skinned. Although he didn't quite understand what Lin Bei said, he still heard that he was calling him a liar and stopped immediately.

"Can a health-preserving skill really lead to immortality and eternal youth?"

Lin Bei stared at him sideways.

"Theoretically it's possible...well, although you can't live forever, there's still no problem in extending your lifespan by a few hundred years."

The stall owner looked confident.

Lin Bei flipped through the book, put it down after hearing the words, and just stared at him without speaking.

There was silence.

The stall owner was a little embarrassed by Lin Bei's stare and felt that he had to say something more.

So, he coughed and said: "Although it is difficult to extend your life by a few hundred years, it is still possible to extend your life by a few decades."

As if he was afraid that Lin Bei wouldn't believe it, he then added: "My great-great-grandfather picked up this technique by chance. He practiced it according to it and finally lived to be one hundred and thirty years old. I will never lie to you. I swear, if someone Half a lie, the sky will strike like lightning, and you will die a good death!"

He swore the poison with a sincere face, and there was no trace of guilt on his face.

Because this technique was really picked up by his great-grandfather, and his great-grandfather really lived to be one hundred and thirty years old, which is quite a long life!

What? His grandfather?

Ahem, although his grandfather also practiced this technique, he only lived to be seventy years old.

But that's not important...

Lin Bei ignored the stall owner and looked at the contents of the book carefully.

The stall owner didn't bother him. Anyway, this was only a quarter of the content. Even if the man in front of him had the talent of photographic memory, it would be useless to write it down.

Lin Bei quickly read through the contents, and after a moment of careful reflection, he let out a breath.

"It's interesting...Boss, how do you sell this technique?"

"Hehe, ten taels of silver, a child is innocent!"

The stall owner squinted his eyes, stretched out two fingers and crossed them together to make a cross.

"Three liang!"

"make a deal!"

Lin Bei: "..."

The stall owner quickly took out three identical books and handed them to Lin Bei. These were three-quarters of the content behind the exercise.

His movements were swift and swift, as if he was afraid that Lin Bei would regret it!

Damn, it’s expensive!

Break your thigh!

Lin Bei was speechless for a while. The price had been reduced to one-third, but he could still be ripped off...

The health-preserving technique of love is not valuable at all!

Forget it, don’t care if it’s worth the money or not, just buy it back and practice it first.

Lin Bei had no intention of going back on his word. In business, someone would always suffer.

What's more, he doesn't think he will be the one who suffers.

Putting the four booklets in his arms, Lin Bei continued to wander around, trying to find out if there were any suitable exercises.

Unfortunately, after searching around, I couldn't find one I could buy.

Although most of them are unaffordable, he feels that if you bargain down the price, there are still some cheap techniques that you can afford.

But no matter what, I can’t afford the expensive ones and don’t want to buy the cheap ones.

Just when Lin Bei was about to go home.

"Huh? There is actually such a technique in this world?"

Lin Bei stood in front of a stall with a strange look on his face.

He slowly knelt down, picked up a book of exercises, and wrote "Five Lightning Whips" in big letters.

"Boss, is this technique of yours serious?"

Lin Bei looked at the stall owner and asked.

The stall owner is a strong man, probably in his early thirties, with a Chinese-shaped face and short hair like pine needles, standing upright, giving him a macho look.

"Of course it's serious. My technique didn't come from killing people and selling goods, so how could it not be serious!"

The strong man obviously misunderstood Lin Bei's meaning and thought he was worried that his goods came from the wrong way.

"How dare I ask my brother your surname?"

Lin Bei saw that he was not an old man in his fifties or sixties, and he was not wearing a white martial arts coat. He was definitely not the master who liked to drink rat tail juice as he remembered.

"Excuse me, my surname is Wang, my single name is Xu."

Brother Lao Wang cherishes words like gold and works calmly, unlike the stall owner in front of him who has an exaggerated style.

"Fortunately, my surname is not Ma..."

Lin Bei was relieved a lot, and at the same time, he also became more interested and began to read through this book with a very "serious" name.

"The main focus is on explosions, which are as fast as lightning. Five consecutive strikes are made in an instant, resulting in five lightning-like firecracker explosions, which makes people overwhelmed and exhausted."

"I didn't expect this technique to be interesting..."

Lin Bei's eyes widened. Apart from the somewhat unorthodox name of this technique, the content was quite remarkable.

More importantly, this skill book is similar to "The Art of Drawing Swords", both of which focus on swiftness and fierceness.

If you practice it yourself, your progress will be very rapid.

And he also happens to lack a freehand technique.

After all, although "The Art of Drawing the Sword" is easy to use, it has a shortcoming.

That is the characteristic of making great efforts in one go, then declining again, and finally exhausting in three attempts.

The sword drawn out of the sheath is unstoppable and the most deadly, but every time the sword is drawn after that, it will be a little weaker than the previous one.

Perhaps in the future, when the "Sword Drawing Technique" is practiced to a higher level, these shortcomings will be made up for.

But now, he needs this skill that can save him at critical moments.

Close combat, explosive, fast, and long-lasting!

It completely makes up for the shortcomings of the lack of follow-up to "The Art of Drawing the Sword".