Chapter 15 Qin Tou
Chapter 15 Qin Tou
There are several public water fetching places in Lihua Lane, but the one closest to Chen Ping'an's home is under the big mulberry tree in the east.
There was a stream beside the big mulberry tree, where women from the alley would often come to wash clothes. There was also a small open space, where many children would come with the women and play around. There was a well in the open space, where the people from the surrounding area got their water.
Chen Ping'an walked very quickly and soon arrived under the big mulberry tree.
Sure enough, there were quite a few people here. Children were running around and playing happily. "I heard that! Old Gao's family in the southeast corner seems to be doing well recently."
"what happened?"
"A few days ago, when I was visiting them, I happened to run into them having a meal and discovered that they were eating braised pork."
"Red-braised pork!? The husband of Old Gao's family has no skills and no strength. What happened? Did he get rich?"
"I don't know! Tell me if it's strange or not!"
"How bizarre! Let's go ask around someday to see if we've found any opportunities to make a fortune!"
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Beside the stream, several women were washing clothes and chatting about their family matters.
Chen Ping'an ignored them and walked straight to the well to draw water.
There was a wooden barrel next to the well that was specially used for drawing water. Chen Pingan threw it into the well.
The clear water splashes everywhere.
Chen Ping'an skillfully swung the wooden rope, and the wooden barrel tipped over and began to swallow up the clear water in the well.
Chen Ping'an looked at the wellhead, and when the water overflowed, he picked up the wooden bucket.
Um! ?
Chen Pingan was slightly stunned. He found that the wooden barrel filled with water seemed a little light, which was completely different from the feeling in his memory.
Chen Ping'an took the wooden barrel out of the well and poured the water into the wooden barrel he brought with him, which was exactly full.
Repeat the previous action and fill another bucket with water.
"Have I become that much stronger?"
The second time he lifted the barrel, he still felt light and brisk. Chen Pingan guessed secretly.
Picking up two buckets of water, Chen Pingan walked towards home.
Along the way, his steps were brisk, completely different from his previous experiences of fetching water.
In the past, he could carry two full buckets of water, but they would shake as he walked, and by the time he got home, half of the water had already spilled out. Two buckets of water meant half of it was wasted on the road.
This is not only labor-intensive, but also inefficient. Therefore, Chen Pingan usually just fills the water container halfway.
But today
Chen Pingan picked it up steadily, looking very relaxed.
Until he poured the water into the water tank, he looked calm and composed, not feeling tired at all.
"This is the change brought about by the first level of Qi and Blood!"
Chen Pingan just felt inexplicably surprised.
For the first time, he felt so clearly the changes taking place in his body.
"Come again!"
Chen Pingan rushed out of the house excitedly.
Repeat this process until the water tank is full to the top.
Normally it would take ten trips to fill the water tank, but today he only made seven or eight trips, because each time he filled the tank, he filled it up completely, instead of filling it half full as he had done before.
"I am more than half as strong as before!"
After having a good experience, Chen Pingan began to practice the iron shirt.
Half an hour later, the familiar +1 experience point appeared.
Name: Chen Pingan
Realm: Qi and Blood Level 3 Martial Arts: Iron Shirt Introduction (15/)
In the following days, Chen Ping'an lived a very regular life.
He would get up early every morning and practice the iron shirt before going to the Nanquanli Lane Zhenfu Office to report in on time.
According to the assignment of the Pacification Office, they patrolled the streets and alleys in Nanquanli Lane to deter scoundrels.
After work every day, after having dinner with Chen Erya, he would practice the iron shirt again.
During these few days, he also met Qin Tou once.
Qin has gray hair and a kind smile.
He is nearly 60 years old, and is about to reach the age of 60. He no longer has the courage and bravery of his youth. If he is not wearing the official uniform of a police officer, he looks like a short old man next door when walking in the crowd.
Only the occasional sharpness that flashed across his eyes revealed his martial arts skills of the second level of Qi and Blood.
Being able to become an official officer of the Nanquanlixiang Zhenfusi with no background and being extremely poor, Qin Tou must have some skills.
This was the case with Old Chen back then, and naturally it was the same with Old Qin.
On this day, Qintou took a rare break from slacking off and patrolled the streets with them.
They hadn't seen each other for a long time, but Qintou was generous enough to pay for tea with them out of his own pocket.
During the conversation, Qintou also mentioned Chen Ping'an's father, Old Chentou, and there was some sigh in his words.
"Old Chen was also a character in his day! If it weren't for the campaign to encircle and suppress the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, he would have been severely injured by a deacon of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. With Old Chen's condition, I'm afraid he would have been able to enter the third level of Qi and Blood in two years! By then, he would not be able to escape the identity of a lieutenant!"
Qi and blood level one, refine the skin! Qi and blood level two, train the flesh! Qi and blood level three, change the tendons!
As long as a runner can successfully enter the third level of Qi and Blood, and has no particularly obvious bad deeds, the Nancheng Town Fusi will generally grant him the status of a runner.
Once one is granted the title of a "chatou", one has truly achieved a class leap.
Chen Pingan was silent. He recalled some of Old Chen's voice, appearance and smile.
Ten Thousand Demons Cult.
"A police officer! In our Nanquan Lane, he deals with important people!"
Qintou took a sip of tea and sighed.
"Boss Qin, you are not bad either. With your Qi and Blood Level 2 martial arts cultivation and your mastery of the Thirteen Swords of the Public Sect, you are a well-known figure in the alleys of Nanquan!"
Monkey Head complimented from the side.
"You said so, Dashan."
Dashan smiled foolishly and nodded in response.
Among the more than 30 official servants in Nanquanli Lane, at least half of them have not been able to enter the second level of Qi and Blood, and are still stuck at the perfect first level of Qi and Blood.
"I'm getting old! In the martial arts, when you get old, your strength is exhausted, your vitality is lost, and your Qi and blood are weakened! I'm already fifty-nine years old. I only have the Qi and blood level 2 cultivation. If I really fight, I'm afraid I'll only be at the level of Qi and blood level 1 perfection."
Qin Tou looked at the knife on his waist, as if he had thought of something.
"This guy has to accept his age!"
"Ginger is still spicy with age, you are still powerful!"
"Hahaha"
Qintou burst into laughter.
Seeing this, Monkey Head and Dashan also laughed dryly.
Although they have not yet started practicing martial arts, they do know a thing or two about martial arts common sense.
There are six levels of Qi and blood, each one stronger than the last!
Except for the last two levels, the first four levels cannot avoid the natural laws of aging, exhaustion, and decline of Qi and blood.
Once you’re over fifty, things start to slowly go downhill.
Unless you nourish your body with all kinds of precious medicinal herbs, you can delay the arrival of decline by several years or even decades.
(End of this chapter)