Rustle!
The mourning hall was deathly quiet, with only the sound of joss paper burning.
But beside Feng Quanxing's ears, there was another sound.
It was like a spring, like a downpour, as though all the blood in his body were rushing and circulating.
[Winnowing Basket Water] surged mightily, cycling over and over before finally settling in one place and opening up a dantian.
Perhaps that person had another term for it, but in Feng Quanxing's heart, this was where the "dantian sea of qi" lay!
For no reason at all, he felt that this was what it ought to be called.
"Practice martial arts without practicing Gong, and it will all come to nothing... Fortune, it truly is fortune!" Feng Quanxing secretly clenched his fists, recalling every sentence, every word that person had spoken. "Clear and turbid, Ink Pond... Thank you! Thank you for the fortune you bestowed upon me. I'll remember every word and greedily partake of Winnowing Basket Water's... In the end, beat you to death!"
Suddenly, his ears twitched. He raised his head and saw quite a few martial arts masters entering the mourning hall.
The man in front was actually somewhat familiar.
"Liang Yongyi, it seems you've thrown in with White Cloud Martial Hall!" One of his junior brothers stood up and shouted, "Master's bones aren't even cold, and you dare commit such a heinous betrayal. What are you planning to do before Master's bier?"
"Hmph." Liang Yongyi snorted. "My relationship with Old Man Bai was merely that of someone paying to learn boxing. I paid him, and he taught me. You and I both know that Old Man Bai passed his true skills only to his eight closed-door disciples... But White Cloud Martial Hall is different. Master Bai truly knows how to teach disciples.