piratefiction Chapter 30 Distributing Grain
Chapter 30 Distributing Grain
Feng Xiu, ignoring the sweat, looked down at his hands in shock.
My hands are rougher and thicker than before, as if covered with a thick layer of keratin. The most striking feature is my five fingers!
Of the five fingers, except for the thumb, the other four fingers became the same thickness and length!
He could sense that his grip, the distribution of muscle strength in his hands, and his dexterity had all increased several times over!
Meanwhile, on the fingertips and nails of the original ten fingers, sharp protrusions slowly grow.
The fingernails looked as if they were inlaid with a layer of jet-black crystal jade. The black and crystal-clear surface was slightly curved and sharp, revealing a sharp and cold light!
"this.....!"
Feng Xiu was completely stunned; the sense of power, skill, and blood circulation remained.
But the change in his hand, heavy yet sharp, left him speechless for a long time.
"Finger blade, finger blade, the Five Strength Fist is a high-level martial art that emphasizes the ultimate integration of the body's strength, the unification of the five energies, and the strikes delivered through hand techniques."
"Standing exercises and the Eight Vajra Exercises can both be regarded as lower-level martial arts of the Five Strengths Fist, used to solidify the foundation of training methods."
Feng Xiu reached out and pinched the nail on his index finger, offering a guess based on the most fundamental principles.
However, just as he was unconsciously trying to figure out the killing power of the finger blade, he heard a sound.
Click.
The nail on the index finger fell off the nail bed, leaving Feng Xiu stunned.
"No, ah~"
"No!" Feng Xiu's expression hardened, and he immediately began to circulate his inner energy.
Suddenly, a feeling of connection between blood and qi arose spontaneously, as if it were a connection to consciousness in the dark.
Afterwards, Feng Xiu reattached his fingernails, feeling a hard sensation, and then forcefully scratched the crossbeam inside the carriage.
A finger mark is clearly visible!
"This isn't just a fingernail; it's a qualitative change resulting from the substantialization of Qi and blood!"
"It can be like this!?" Feng Xiu pondered to himself.
His surprised expression seemed to evoke the primal principle of martial arts: the finger blade strikes first to gain the upper hand.
"Then, can we shoot our fingernails like projectiles?"
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Throughout the journey, Feng Xiu explored how the Vajra Finger Blade could enhance his combat abilities.
New ideas kept popping into his mind, and after some trying, he found that they were feasible!
And it's highly feasible!
First, there's the issue of hardness. After the nail bed falls off, the nail exhibits an extremely high degree of hardness!
Feng Xiu tried it, biting it with his teeth, and almost broke his molar.
Secondly, there is the issue of connection. To maintain the connection between the nail bed and the nail, the sealing process must consume some of the body's energy and blood to ensure that it does not fall off.
Moreover, through numerous experiments, Feng Xiu gradually discovered the secret to circulating Qi and blood in the Vajra Finger Blade. Then, he found that he could control the growth of his fingernails!
The maximum length is roughly the length of three fingernails stacked together between the index fingers, and it is thicker and has a stronger connection to the nail bed!
"So, the existence of the Vajra Finger Blade instantly granted me extremely high melee and ranged combat abilities?"
Feng Xiu's mind was filled with ideas, but two problems remained before him.
"Regarding the speed of nail regrowth, we need to experiment carefully to figure out exactly how to proceed."
Feng Xiu pondered for a moment, then thought of the ultimate power exertion method of the Five Forces Fist, which combines the five forces into one, and then tried it out.
"No, fingernails are a product of blood and qi, but ultimately, they lack the impact of 'internal fire'."
I tried the Qi and blood circulation diagram of the Vajra Finger Blade again, but it still didn't work.
Feng Xiu shook his head, realizing he had been taking things too seriously.
"Perhaps, after I advance to the Blood Burning stage and gather my blood energy, I can try again. In that case, I'll settle for second best and just use wrist strength techniques to throw it out directly!"
According to his idea, fingernails, or rather, nail bullets.
It should be something you can do with a simple flick of the wrist.
To put it bluntly, it means no pre-cast animation. Setting an ultimate goal before learning more techniques for generating Qi and blood is indeed somewhat unrealistic.
Feng Xiu thought of the glass marbles he played with as a child. It seemed that marbles could achieve the same effect.
Then, he lifted the carriage curtain.
Looking out the car window at the bustling crowd, she gave up the idea of trying it.
"Did I underestimate the Five-Force Fist, or the Eight-Part Vajra Skill?"
"The pinnacle of martial arts represents the power I generate by cultivating the three martial arts techniques to their ultimate level, and coincidentally, the three martial arts techniques share the same origin."
"We need to find a good martial arts technique as soon as possible."
Feng Xiu's thoughts were organized and orderly. After careful consideration, he pondered silently.
The carriage had already left the inner city and passed through the main street in the center, where a gray-white wall separated the inner and outer cities.
The wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs, and the houses in the outer city were somewhat dilapidated. There were also fewer carved railings and painted beams and retro-style buildings in sight.
Along the street, there were many more ragged, emaciated refugees.
Someone stared longingly into the corner of the shop, while the waiter skillfully cleared away the leftover food scraps on the table, and couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Mom, how much longer are we going to stand here?"
Further on, a dozen or so refugees spontaneously formed a market in front of abandoned mud houses, resembling a marketplace.
Occasionally, there were some well-built men with shrewd looks, picking and choosing among the crowd.
This was accompanied by arrogant inquiries about prices and bewildered, stammering responses.
Feng Xiu frowned slightly; he recognized the man.
The style of their clothing clearly indicated that they belonged to the Fan family.
"Mother, why do I have a blade of grass in my hair?"
There was a gaunt woman with a pale face covered in tears and dust, and many refugees around her had signed indentures.
The woman opened her mouth, then looked at the thin girl who looked bewildered and seemed to have never complained of hunger.
Unable to bear it any longer, she lowered her head and cried. After a while, she raised her head and looked at the young man who was about to leave.
"Grandpa, look at me..." The woman hardened her heart and pushed the girl forward.
But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an old voice, "Wait a little longer."
At the same time, a withered arm, following the woman's strength, slightly changed direction and pushed the wide-eyed, bewildered girl towards the street.
"Your destiny has come to an end." The voice continued to ring in my ears.
The woman was startled, only to see that the carriage had stopped.
"Young Master, someone is blocking the way."
In the front cabin of the carriage, the young coachman paused, his hand gripping the reins, and asked in a low voice as he held onto the horse's rope.
"Young Master, shall we continue?"
"parking."
Feng Xiu opened the rear door of the carriage, stepped out, his leather boots landing on the floor, and calmly surveyed the scene.
The many refugees who had not yet been sold, including men and women, the old and the young, all looked away with fear in their eyes.
I don't know why the carriages that used to speed by and I would avoid at all costs have stopped.
A man dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, clearly a young master from a wealthy family, also came down.
"Go now and inform Uncle Zheng to hand over all the managers of the grain shops within the family."
"Summarize the number of homeless people in the city. Starting tomorrow, set up porridge stalls every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Say it was my doing."
Upon hearing this, the young driver quickly replied, "I'll go right away."
He then turned his horse around, drove the carriage, and headed towards the inner city's Feng Mansion.
After the driver left, Feng Xiu sighed softly. If it really was his own farm, he could appease him or make excuses.
But faced with a group of people on the verge of starvation, forced to sell their children, all they could do was offer their meager assistance.
Ultimately, martial arts can be grand and heroic, but it cannot be petty.
Since we've run into this situation, we might as well lend a hand.