Chapter 2: Hunyuan Pre-Heaven Qigong

  Mount Zhongnan is high and steep, with dense forests, even a little sunshine is not scorching. Chen Yunfeng looked at the dozens of boxes of various scriptures and felt depressed for a moment. These scriptures were all collected when Wang Chongyang established the Chongyang Palace.

  Tao Te Ching, Zhengyi Jing, Shangqing Zhongxian Zhenji, Zhenling Weiyetu, Wushang Miyao, Shangqing, Lingbao, Qimen Dunjia, Taiyi Shengjiao, Taiping Jing, Zhouyi Cantong Qi, Laozi Xiang'er Zhu, Wuyue Zhenxing Tu, Sanhuang Jing, Daozang, and so on, over a hundred kinds of scriptures with thousands of volumes appear to be in great disorder.

  Chen Yunfeng took out the scriptures one by one from the box, and then carefully opened them on the drying platform. As for work, he had always been a factory worker struggling to make a living, and even now, he still hadn't changed this serious habit of his.

  From the time of Chen, he took over the task of sunning the scriptures. In the blink of an eye, it was already noon. Chen Yunfeng had moved to the last few dozen Taoist scriptures. As he turned the pages, he also took a look at them. Those Taoist classics were all books about heaven and earth, human affairs, and so on. Fortunately, he liked reading ancient books when he was young, and he could still understand all the words on it.

  "Hmph..."

  Just as Chen Yunfeng opened the last Taoist scripture at the bottom of the box, for some reason, the cover of this scripture suddenly tore open. Chen Yunfeng's heart was in a flurry, and he hastily tried to cover it up again, but suddenly saw a piece of silk cloth with tiny characters written on it in the interlayer of the cover.

  He quickly glanced around, it was already noon, the Taoists had entered the grand hall dining room for lunch, he quickly pulled out the silk cloth, and when he looked up, his heart suddenly jumped wildly.

  "Hunyuan Xiantian Gong, Wang Chongyang's ultimate skill." Chen Yunfeng's eyes stared at the five characters on the cloth in shock.

  Those who have seen the Condor Hero know that Wang Chongyang relied on Xiantian Gong to defeat Dongxie, Xidu, Nan Di and Bei Gai to become the first of the Five Absolutes. Moreover, at the time of his death, he was still able to rely on the powerful Xiantian Gong to feign death and plot against Ouyang Feng, making this technique extremely formidable.

  At first, Chen Yunfeng analyzed Jin Dadao's martial arts from the above and thought that the Xiantian Gong in Shooting Eagle might not be a martial artist's technique, but a Taoist cultivation technique. Moreover, before the battle of Mount Hua, Wang Chongyang had already broken through the acquired boundary and became a pre-heavenly expert.

  As a congenital martial artist, his lifespan is generally longer than that of ordinary people or martial artists. So why did Wang Chongyang die at the peak of his life? He suspected that there must be some hidden reason. Now seeing Hunyuan Xiantian Gong, he was shocked and then puzzled for a moment. In Jin Yong's original work, it should be Xiantian Gong, but now this name is Hunyuan Xiantian Gong, could there be any difference between them?

  He quickly pulled the silk cloth back into his arms, and in the envelope he saw a small piece of paper again. He took out the paper and read it silently to himself:

  I have practiced the Taoist Xiantian Gong for over 50 years, finally breaking through the Xiantian boundary. However, there is no subsequent method to continue with, so I had to search everywhere to find a method to supplement it. I came to know that the Nine Yin Scripture was written by Huang Zongxi using thousands of Taoist classics, and I had no choice but to defeat everyone at the top of Mount Hua to obtain it.

  After meticulous research, he finally grasped the essence of Taoism and perfected his Xiantian Gong into Hunyuan Xiantian Gong. Unfortunately, the practice of Hunyuan Xiantian Gong requires harmony between yin and yang, but I was biased towards Chongyang and remained unmarried all my life, so the yang fire in my heart was overwhelming;

  As I was about to ascend to the Golden Elixir and become a terrestrial immortal, my body's yang fire burned out of control, causing me to fall short of success. Now, I will seal the Primordial Chaos Qigong within the Daoist canon, hoping that someone with affinity will obtain it and not use it to harm the world... Alas! My only regret in life is that I was unable to marry Chao Ying as my wife.

  Chen Yunfeng carefully put away the note, stuck the cover of the scripture with saliva and threw it into the sun, then smiled strangely and said:

  "Alas, because of the raging fire in his body, he regretted not marrying his wife earlier. This guy is really ridiculous. If only he had slept with Lin Chao Ying earlier, he wouldn't have failed when breaking through."

  But it seems that the Hunyuan Xiantian Gong is not actually a martial artist's internal skill, and can be cultivated to the level of False Dan Realm. However, Wang Chongyang has been cultivating for decades, I don't have such great perseverance and determination to wait until becoming an immortal before going out to roam freely.

  Those nine yin and yang must be obtained, as well as those things that can strengthen oneself. Even if they can't compete with the five extremes, they must still become a top-notch master who can surpass Li Mochou and that Gong Sunzhi."

  After airing the scriptures, Chen Yunfeng touched the Hunyuan Xiantian Gong in his pocket and hurried to the kitchen. He was just a miscellaneous worker and didn't have the qualifications to eat in the cafeteria, so he scooped a bowl of rice from the rice bucket, added some dishes to the bowl, and then squatted down with other miscellaneous workers at the kitchen door to eat.

  Looking at those Taoist priests who had eaten and were strolling outside, each with their heads held high, with an air of invincibility that made Chen Yunfeng secretly amused. These people were still indulging in the reputation of Wang Chongyang being the number one under heaven, yet they didn't know that even if all seven Quanzhen disciples were combined, they wouldn't be a match for any of the Five Absolutes.

  That old rascal can indeed compare with them, and his kung fu might even be stronger, but unfortunately, a martial artist without a competitive heart is just wasting their spirit, no matter how great their skills are.

  After dinner, Chen Yunfeng continued to dry the scriptures. Along the way, Zhen Zhiheng and Zhao Zhijing both came to check on him, and as the eldest disciple, Yin Zhiping also came to take a look, but none of them noticed that one of the scripture covers had been torn apart.

  Yin Zhiping, the Quanzhen Taoist who was known as the First Dragon Rider, was not young in age either. At the time of Shooting Eagles, he and Guo Jing were about the same age, now in his forties, he looked like a man in his thirties. His still somewhat handsome face made Chen Yunfeng want to disfigure it, but this dragon rider had been robbed of his job, and would have to become a hypocritical gentleman from now on.

  Chen Yunfeng didn't dare to easily take out the Hunyuan Xiantian Gong research, and this afternoon was spent in anxiety and tension. After packing up all the scriptures and sending them into the scripture storage room, Zhen Ziheng, who was in charge of this matter, appeared again, looking at the neatly stacked wooden boxes, constantly praising Chen Yunfeng for being down-to-earth and hardworking, and would help Chen Yunfeng speak well whenever he had the opportunity.

  Chen Yunfeng also blindly agreed, Zhao Zhirong is now in charge of miscellaneous chores and purchasing, that stingy and greedy guy would be strange if he could give him a raise, doing miscellaneous chores elsewhere, generally two and a half yuan per month, but here only two yuan, with only two days off per month, simply more ruthless than private bosses in later generations.

  The night at Mount Zhongnan was filled with strong gusts of wind. It had been a month since he arrived, and apart from being told not to enter the restricted area behind the mountain, there were no special requirements. Chen Yunfeng and several other servants who didn't return home lived in a large dormitory, listening to the sound of the wind outside the window. He went to bed early, but without TV, computer or phone, Chen Yunfeng found it difficult to fall asleep.