ragginovel Chapter 88 Parting Gifts, the Guest's Fortuitous Encounter
Chapter 88 Parting Gifts, the Guest's Fortuitous Encounter
The old Celestial Master has passed away.
He left as quietly as he had come.
He did not say goodbye to Han Laosan and his wife, but left a message for Ma Cong before leaving, asking him to convey his gratitude and leaving some gold and silver as payment for food and lodging.
Ma Cong sat on the bed, looking at the empty room, feeling a little empty inside.
Although he hadn't known the Celestial Master for long, they had been through life and death together, and their friendship was extraordinary.
The old master was not only his senior, but also his friend, and more like an elder who cared about him.
In this world, apart from his mysterious master, Old Man Chen, this seems to be the first time Ma Cong has felt this kind of care from an elder.
Shaking his head, Ma Cong suppressed his emotions.
Ultimately, you have to walk your own path.
The most urgent task is to recover my health as soon as possible and then begin a new training program.
Ma Cong got out of bed and stretched his arms and legs.
His body was filled with explosive power, but because it surged so rapidly, it was still somewhat difficult to control, like suddenly switching to a high-horsepower sports car and not yet getting used to the accelerator and brake.
He needs time to adjust to this new body.
Over the next few days, Ma Cong did not rush to leave, but stayed at Han Laosan's house.
During the day, he would find a secluded spot outside the ice cave and practice boxing over and over again.
Bajiquan, Xingyiquan...
He practiced all the boxing techniques he knew, slowly and thoroughly, from beginning to end.
Ma Cong did not use any special qi; he only used the purest physical strength.
With each punch and kick, he carefully felt the power exerted by his muscles, the transmission of energy through his bones, and the sensation of power flowing through his "jade bones and golden body".
At first, he couldn't fully control it. Sometimes he would use too much force and punch the ice wall, creating a deep pit in the ice. Other times he would lose control, slip, and almost fall.
But with repeated practice, Ma Cong's control over his body is improving at an astonishing rate.
He was captivated by the exhilarating feeling of complete harmony and the power that flowed freely from his heart.
In the evening, Ma Cong would return to the ice cave, sit cross-legged, and digest the insights he gained from practicing boxing during the day, while also drinking a small sip of fire dragon bile.
The bile entered my throat as if I had swallowed a ball of fire; a burst of intense energy exploded in my abdomen and flowed throughout my limbs and bones.
He could feel that the slight deficiency left in his body due to the "fusion of heroic spirits" was being rapidly filled by this extremely yang energy, and there was even a surplus.
His vital energy and blood were becoming more vigorous at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Han couple naturally held Ma Cong, the "young brother of the old immortal," in high esteem.
Every day, they could see the huge commotion Ma Cong made while practicing his boxing outside.
That terrifying power, capable of shattering an iceberg with a single punch, completely overturned their understanding of "human beings".
In their eyes, Ma Cong was probably no different from the legendary mountain god.
Therefore, they became increasingly respectful to Ma Cong, treating him to the best food every day, and even daring not to speak loudly to him.
Ma Cong felt somewhat helpless about their awe, but he was too lazy to explain.
That's good, it saves a lot of trouble.
Five days have passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Ma Cong finished practicing the "Standing Cannon" of Bajiquan for the last time and slowly finished his practice.
call--
A white jet of air shot out from his mouth, and in the sub-zero air, it lasted for more than ten meters before slowly dissipating.
Ma Cong clenched his fist, feeling the terrifying power within his body that he had completely controlled and could wield as easily as his own limbs, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
My body has fully recovered.
Moreover, after these few days of practice, the power brought by the Jade Bone Golden Body has been perfectly integrated into his fist techniques.
He's even stronger now than he was five days ago!
It's time to leave.
Ma Cong returned to the ice cave and found Han Laosan sorting through animal hides.
"Third Brother Han," Ma Cong called out.
"Hey! Brother Ma... Brother Ma, have you finished your practice?" When Han Laosan saw Ma Cong, he quickly stood up with a slightly restrained smile on his face.
These past few days, he has stopped calling Ma Cong "little brother" and started calling him "Brother Ma" with great respect.
"Okay." Ma Cong nodded. "Third Brother Han, thank you and your wife for taking care of me these past few days. I'm planning to leave today."
"Huh? You're leaving so soon?" Han Laosan was taken aback for a moment, then a look of reluctance appeared on his face. "Brother Ma, won't you stay a few more days? This place may be simple, but..."
"No, thank you." Ma Cong smiled and shook his head. "I have important matters to attend to and cannot delay any longer."
"Well... alright then." Seeing that Ma Cong had made up his mind, Han Laosan didn't want to stop him any longer. "I'll go and hitch up the sled and give you a ride."
"No need for that trouble." Ma Cong waved his hand. "I can go by myself. Before I leave, I have something I'd like to give you, as a token of my appreciation to you, seniors."
As he spoke, Ma Cong took out the glass bottle containing the gall of the thousand-year-old fire dragon from his bosom.
After these few days of consumption, most of the bile is still inside.
"Brother Ma, this won't do! This won't do!" Han Laosan exclaimed in alarm upon seeing this, waving his hands repeatedly. "That Fire Dragon Gallbladder was already... already too valuable. We can't accept anything from you!"
He hadn't yet figured out how to use that fire dragon gall, which was as big as a washbasin, but just having it at home had warmed up the entire ice cave considerably, and had cured his wife's long-standing leg ailment by more than half. In his eyes, this was already an immense blessing.
"Brother Han, let me finish," Ma Cong said, pressing his hand down. "This isn't something given to you for free."
Ma Cong looked at him and said earnestly, "You have lived in the far north for many years, and the cold energy in your bodies is stagnant. This Fire Dragon Bile is an extremely yang substance. You and your husband only need to use a small drop every day, mixed with a large pot of water, and drink it regularly. This will not only expel the cold energy from your bodies and prevent all kinds of diseases, but also strengthen your bodies and prolong your life."
"Furthermore," Ma Cong paused, then continued, "I will teach you a simple breathing technique. If you practice it every day and combine it with this bile, in less than three years, your strength will at least double. In the future, when you hunt and gather ginseng in these snow-capped mountains, you will have more means to survive."
What Ma Cong was going to pass on to him was the most basic stance training and breathing techniques in Xingyi Quan. Although simple, they were already an invaluable treasure for ordinary people.
Combined with the medicinal power of the Thousand-Year Fire Dragon's Gallbladder, it would be enough to transform him completely.
Han Laosan was stunned and completely dumbfounded.
Longevity? Double the strength?
This... isn't this the legendary destiny of immortality?
He was so excited that his lips were trembling, and with a thud, he was about to kneel down before Ma Cong.
Ma Cong reacted quickly and caught him.
"Brother Han, what are you doing!"
"Brother Ma, you...you have done our family an immense favor! I, Han Laosan, have no way to repay you but to kowtow to you!" Han Laosan's eyes were red.
"We're friends, there's no need for this." Ma Cong helped him up and said seriously, "I only hope that after you obtain this method, you can keep your true nature and not use it for evil."
"Don't worry!" Han Laosan patted his chest and loudly guaranteed, "If I, Han Laosan, dare to do anything bad, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"
Ma Cong nodded, trusting his character.
Ma Cong then taught him the breathing technique word by word, and personally instructed him several times until he fully grasped the essentials.
After doing all this, Ma Cong solemnly handed the bottle of Fire Dragon Gallbladder to Han Laosan.
"Brother Han, sister-in-law, farewell, until we meet again."
Ma Cong cupped his hands in greeting to him and the Han family woman who came out after hearing the noise, then turned and strode out of the ice cave without lingering.
"Brother Ma! Take care!"
Behind them, the heartfelt cries of Han Laosan and his wife echoed with gratitude.
Ma Cong didn't turn around, he just waved.
Stepping out of the ice cave, the sun was shining brightly outside.
Although it was still cold, he felt warm inside.
Gifts of roses, hand a fragrance.
For him, it was just a trivial matter, but for Han Laosan and his friends, it could change their lives forever.
This feeling is not bad.
Ma Cong determined the direction, then unleashed his movement technique and sped off towards the vast southern landscape.