Luoyang City in August is picturesque. The Luo River runs through the city, like the south of the Yangtze River, which makes people stretch their pace and wanders between the mountains and rivers. The rows of antique blue brick and tile houses, green willows cut in the wind, gurgling streams that flow slowly, and a century-old quaint dike bridge, towers and scented pavilions, pavilions and orchids all tell that this is a prosperous city no less than Chang'an.

Among them, there are many archways, stop and stare. Occasionally, there are imprints and essays left by literati and poets. Although the words and sentences are not beautiful, they also add to the ink and painting of the city, igniting the hint of mist and rain, and cleaning up the lingering of lovers. In this vague haze, in this old alley where people come and go, the first "martial arts hall" of the Han Dynasty quietly opened.

There are three people in the museum.

The owner of the museum is a Hun man in blue clothes. He is as tall as an iron tower, with bright eyes and a fierce aura of killing and fierce attacks.

The lecturer is a gentleman with a tender face but looks old. His two beards are stuck on his lips and he looks very funny. He wears a coarse linen coat and occasionally reveals the soft silk-like underwear in his cuffs. A serious illness makes him look thin and it is hard to believe that he can teach his apprentices martial arts.

The guy is a thin young man with his eyes dripping and looking very trembling, no different from the servant in the winery.

The reason why he opened a martial arts school was because Han Yan didn't expect what he was going to sell...

It is very troublesome to purchase goods, and it is even more troublesome to settle accounts. I greet the customers with a smile, and the aunt is even more disliked to flatter me. I simply save time and effort. I do a business without any money. Once I clean the business house, I find a plaque to hang it on the door and it will be considered open.

Furthermore, the martial arts hall and the gangsters also have some connections, and those who are in the ranks are convenient for inquiries.

In fact, there were also "martial arts halls" in this era, and the rangers often competed for martial arts. There were many such places, but no one named them these places. However, the "alchemy" trend driven by Huang Lao Zhizhi is more popular than martial arts. It has the official name "danshi", especially in a wealthy place like Luoyang. If anyone has money, if he doesn't invite a alchemist to practice alchemy at home, it means that your family is still far from it.

On the way he came, he did not encounter any dangerous situation. Han Yan was an official in the court, with a rank of 600 stones and a level of not low. Ordinary rangers would never dare to touch him, otherwise they would be a big disaster and their whole family would die.

The Han Dynasty was very strict. Killing people can use money to buy lives, and aristocrats can exploit the people. Rangers who dare to kill the court officials will dare to commit suicide unless the family doesn't want to live. As for those ruthless people who follow the ruthless people of the Meng Dynasty out of admiration or follow the ruthless people, Han Yan has already gotten off the luxury carriage, took off his silk clothes, and asked Shi and Han Erdan to change their clothes, so it is not so easy to recognize them.

When opening a martial arts school, in addition to having masters to keep the market, there are also some real things. Otherwise, if an apprentice comes, there will be no things to teach others. On the first day of the opening, Han Yan asked the pig to write a few magical secrets and use them as treasures in the box to take advantage of emergencies.

There are many people coming and going in the old alley every day, so the news of a martial arts hall opened in the old alley in the south of the city spread wildly. In particular, the owner of the hall is said to be a Hun, a mother, dare to show off his martial arts skills on my Luoyang land, where are we heroes and heroes?

On the second day of opening, a group of uninvited guests were welcomed.

Han Yan was guiding Pig to write secrets of magical skills, and saw three people rushing into the door like dark clouds, blocking the sunlight, making the light in the lobby of the martial arts hall dim.

"Then the owner of the Huns came out!" Some of the heroes looked fierce and weak, and because they were too many people, they clearly came to play the house.

Han Yan had expected this situation and smiled and greeted it: "A few heroes are invited to buy eighteen weapons. I will come back later."

"Are you a friend in the store?" Ranger looked at him with a bad look and asked as he walked in.

“I am a lecturer.”

"Lecturer?" All the goose guys were stunned, and someone sneered and said, "You are talking about how to wear open-crotch pants, right?"

"I'm talking about martial arts." Han Yan made a sound and asked the pig to pour tea and water for several rangers.

The three of them stopped replying, with a smile hidden on their faces. They just thought that this girl became obsessed with martial arts, aging before she got old, and her brain was stupid. Only your weak little body could knock your big teeth with one punch, and let you sleep on the coffin board with two punches.

Han Yan was underestimated and did not compete for strength. He just smiled indifferently. After entertaining the rangers with affectionate feelings, he continued to guide the pig to write secrets of magical skills.

As the saying goes, the person who does not hit a smile on his face is a gangster. Although the Ranger is a gangster, he will not attack people who do not understand force. Especially those who are as thin as a pole, they will win without force if they win. They just sit and chat and fight when the owner comes back.

Han Yan said to himself:

"Ordinary warriors, who fall and fight, improve their physical fitness."

"The fighter can look inside and gather energy to form a spiral."

"The fighter, there is a fighter's yarn coat, which gathers gas and transforms into liquid..."

"... Dou Sheng, standing at the top of the pyramid, the strong man who is in the sky collapses and breaks the earth in every move, and the space is broken, and he can almost compete with the heaven and earth."

The three rangers who were bored and drinking tea were stunned by Han Yan's words and began to whisper.

"Why do I sound so mysterious?"

“…Yes, I feel so too.”

"Dou Sheng... Every move of the land collapses, is it true or false?"

"It must be fake, let's not pay attention to him."

"Well..." He responded so much, but in fact, all of them pricked up their ears and were absent-minded.

Han Yan ignored them and continued to guide the pig, "Building the foundation, consecrating, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, leaving the body...Mahayana, passing the tribulation...Sanxian, True Immortal, Daluo Golden Immortal, Hunyuan Saint..."

The awesome and bragging rangers were stunned. They could no longer care about curiosity. They all stood up and walked towards Han Yan with doubts.

"Lecturer, what did you just talk about the Hunyuan Saint?"

"...Uh?" Han Yan was stunned. Unexpectedly, the rangers were still interested in these tricks. Then they realized that this was the Han Dynasty. The people's cultural level was not high, and the whole people could not be superstitious. After thinking about it, they asked with a smile: "Have you heard of it?"

The three of them looked at each other and shook their heads together.

Han Yan: "We had wizards, legends of ghosts and gods, and masters in the Han Dynasty. Don't you know how they practiced?"

The three of them shook their heads again.

Han Yan: "Then I will spread the realm of cultivation to you so as to distinguish their skills and abilities."

"The initial stage of cultivation is to forge the foundation of the body, and building the foundation is the foundation of the great way, which has a huge impact on your future achievements..."

"Consecration can see what mortals cannot see. Many wizards of the Han Dynasty were in this realm. They would have different understandings of all things in the world. There is a saying: Look at mountains, look at water, look at water, look at things that ordinary people cannot understand. If you can understand, you will not count the birth date or the horoscope, and you will not look at the yin and yang days, but wizards will, because they will be consecrated."

"……… The biggest threshold on the road to cultivation is to undergo the test of the heavenly tribulation, and you will die for a lifetime. If you successfully overcome the heavenly tribulation by chance, you will be an immortal."

“…”

All the three rangers were stunned by Han Yan's words full of fantasy colors and the way of immortals. No one interrupted for a long time, and they all listened carefully.

It was not until Han Yan finished speaking that he let out a long breath, picked up the pig and followed the magical secret book written, and pointed out a few wrong places. He heard a wanderer not holding back his questions, "What you said are all your imagination to fool people, right?"

"Don't you believe me?"

"Don't believe it." Everyone shook their heads together.

When Han Yan saw the reactions of the rangers, he realized that the things he was talking about were too mysterious and ethereal, and were separated from the reality of life. Of course, everyone would not believe things without basis. People fought for a breath and Buddhas fought for a stick of incense. If you don’t believe it, I would like to let you believe it.

"I wonder if you have heard of King Zhou of Shang?"

"Of course I have heard of this. Most of the nobles in Luoyang City were orphans of the Shang Dynasty. Their fathers often told them stories, such as wine pools, meat forests, burning and scoring, hens, and even we have heard of it."

"Do you know why the Shang Dynasty destroyed the country?" Han Yan asked.

"King Zhou is stupid and unruly, all the three-year-old children in Luoyang know it." The three rangers disdained.

"You don't understand this. The demise of the Shang Dynasty was the result of the game between the saints of Hunyuan. Nuwa sent the thousand-year-old vixen Daji to the palace to deceive the king..."

"At that time, the world was full of spiritual energy and could cultivate immortals..."

"By the Han Dynasty, it was already the Dharma-Ending Age, and the practice progress was slow, and gods and immortals became legends, and even foundation building became unattainable."

"...If one day the spiritual energy revives, as long as we have spiritual roots, we can become immortals."

“…”

After Han Yan finished telling the story of King Zhou of Shang, the rangers were all stupid, because except for the fantasy part, what Han Yan told was exactly the same as the stories told by the elders in their memory. They were stitched together, and all the plots could match, even more perfect than what their elders told, and truly restored history.

In this Han Dynasty, where ghosts and gods believe in the world, pursuing immortality is everyone's long-cherished wish. Even the emperor's mother, Empress Dowager Dou, often took "elixirs", and the princes even built "elixirs" and asked alchemists to stay at home for a long time to refine alchemy. Even if they still die in the end, they can study medicines to prolong their lives. It is always good to die slower.

In this atmosphere, wizards are rampant, metaphysics shine in the world, and people seeking immortals and seeking Taoism are everywhere. But no one has seen gods and immortals yet, and no one has found the legendary "cultivation method". Even the realm of cultivation is pure nonsense, no one can improve it, and no one has heard of it.

What Han Yan said pointed out a clear path for the three rangers, but it was still not enough to convince them.

"Since you are aware of the practice of practicing, why are you so thin? I wonder what level you have reached?"

"I have just said that it is the Dharma-Ending Age, and it is difficult to build a foundation. Immortals are already peerless. Besides, it is clear that the practice is one thing, and whether it can be achieved is another thing. Practice requires spiritual roots. If everyone can practice, there will be gods and immortals in the world long ago, so don't confuse them."

"It seems that's the reason." The three rangers whispered to each other, but in fact they had already believed it halfway.

"But, what did you say about fighting spirit just now..." Some Ranger still remembered this.
Chapter completed!