piratefiction Chapter 6 Martial Arts Practice
Chapter 6 Martial Arts Practice
"The first eight stances of the Five Strengths Fist are a kind of skill that requires hard work and sweat to hone. Wenzheng, how's it going? Don't you feel like you've grown taller?"
Seeing the surprise on Feng Xiu's face, Zhou Gang stepped forward, laughed, and asked.
"A little."
Feng Xiu nodded; he truly believed it.
Not only that, but after practicing, I felt my breathing became much deeper.
"This is not an illusion. If you continue to practice, you will only damage your foundation."
Zhou Gang frankly admitted that he had been forcing growth, but then added, "Only by combining it with the right medicinal bath method can one reclaim the results of the training and solidify one's martial arts foundation."
From the very beginning, Zhou Gang never intended for Feng Xiu to follow the orthodox path of cultivation.
Martial arts: the poor are learned, the rich are skilled in martial arts.
Even those who are poor have their own way of training. They need basic moves as a foundation and need to practice horse stance to hone their bones.
As a wealthy and prominent family, the Feng family naturally had no shortage of resources.
Nevertheless, skipping the basics of martial arts and giving up easily would render all the resources useless.
Fortunately, the pacification was sustained.
"Go and rest first. Familiarize yourself with the Five Strengths Fist. Once you can fully execute all sixteen forms, I will teach you the Five Strengths Internal Breathing Method."
Zhou Gang knew he was tired, but he still explained in detail what the internal breathing method was.
In short, the fist form is internal, and the internal energy is external; the order is correct.
The fist technique loosens muscles and bones, stretches tendons, and improves blood circulation.
The internal breathing technique is the absolute core of a martial art!
"External martial arts stances, when combined with internal breathing, can transform the nature of qi and blood, condensing it into true power."
As Zhou Gang spoke, he pointed his fingers like a halberd and casually made a stroke on the round stone table where tea was placed.
There was no violent impact, no flying stone chips, only a very slight hissing sound, like a sharp blade slicing through thick paper.
Then, the stone table, which was half the height of a person, slowly slid down from one-third of its height.
"boom!"
The broken stone table crashed to the ground with a dull thud that made Feng Xiu's feet go numb; the broken edge was as smooth as a mirror.
Feng Xiu's pupils contracted sharply, his heart utterly shocked.
That's so expressive, you must be kidding me.
This isn't just strength, this is sword energy, and it's being emitted from just a finger!
Feng Xiu swallowed hard. He realized something: the martial power in this world might be even greater than he had imagined.
Is everyone at least a Wu Song (a legendary Chinese hero) in terms of skill level?
Feng Xiu stared at the broken stone table on the ground, speechless for a long time. When he came to his senses, he solemnly clasped his hands in thanks, "Thank you, Uncle Zhou."
Supported by Uncle Zheng, he limped out of the west courtyard, his body slick with sweat.
in the bedroom.
Inside the round wooden barrel, amidst the rising steam, stood a composed-looking man from the镖队 (bodyguard/escort team).
He held a flat frame in his hand, taking out one unknown medicinal herb after another, and then added the last skull-shaped herb.
The liquid quickly changed from turbid to a vibrant amber color, rippling outwards.
The man stirred it with a stick for a while, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes.
They must be a wealthy family; they can afford to use all sorts of potent tonics without spending a penny.
Unlike myself back then, when I practiced martial arts, I never even mastered a proper skill.
Suppressing his envy, the man focused on his work again. After the mixed medicinal liquids gradually blended together, a knock came at the door.
"Greetings, Master Zheng."
"Go down."
The man then bowed and withdrew.
Zheng Bo helped the unsteady-footed Feng Xiu to a seat.
As soon as I sat down, an indescribable stinging pain, as if my ligaments and bones had been forcibly stretched, instantly assaulted my body.
"Hiss~" Feng Xiu winced in pain.
Seeing this, Uncle Zheng smiled, reached out and picked up the remaining tonic herbs the man had put in, added more ingredients, and slowly said.
"Young Master, please don't blame Chief Escort Zhou. Your bone age has passed. If you want to cultivate martial arts, you can only resort to drastic measures."
"Uncle Zheng, you're joking. How could I possibly blame him?" Feng Xiu shook his head.
He may be a rich young master, but his inner soul is not.
He wasn't unaware of the principle that "only by enduring hardship can one rise above others."
Moreover, Zhou Gang's displayed martial prowess has already sparked a unique interest in the path of martial arts in him.
"Young Master, Chief Escort Zhou will teach you the Five Strength Fist, a martial art that points directly to the Great Dao."
"Is it really that amazing?" Feng Xiu looked surprised and doubtful. He really knew nothing about martial arts, and all he felt now was pain.
Aside from Zhou Gang's extraordinary martial prowess, I had no sense that this was a peerless divine skill.
"Young Master, you're new here, there are some things you need to know first," said Uncle Zheng while testing the water temperature.
"The first stage of martial arts is called body refinement. It requires combining cultivation and training to open up the muscles, bones, skin and membranes before you can move on to the next level."
"Only when these four steps are completed and progressed step by step, will one be qualified to tackle the hurdle of burning blood."
He could tell that Feng Xiu was genuinely interested in studying this subject, so Zheng Bo explained a little more.
Feng Xiu was speechless upon hearing these words. Having just witnessed Zhou Gang's extraordinary martial prowess, he suddenly returned to the reality of his methodical cultivation.
A feeling of excitement welled up inside him, but he still asked the question.
"Zheng Bo, what level of cultivation have you reached now?"
"If the membrane is refined and the bowels are cleared, the qi and blood will be scattered, and there will be no hope of burning blood in this life."
Zheng Bo wiped his hands again, looked at Feng Xiu who seemed to be deep in thought, and replied.
Indeed, Zheng Bo has entered old age, and his physical strength is not what it used to be.
"How many years did you practice before you reached the stage of refining the membranes and clearing the bowels?"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Bo extended his five slightly withered fingers, closing the other three fingers together and leaving two fingers standing upright.
"Two years?"
"No, it's twenty years."
Feng Xiu was instantly shocked.
Twenty years and he hasn't even reached the second realm?
For a long time, they remained silent.
"Young Master, do not worry. When I was young, I did not have any medicine to nourish my body. I only practiced asceticism, which damaged my foundation. But you are different."
Feng Xiu nodded, feeling a slight sense of relief.
The Feng family is a wealthy family with corresponding martial arts resources, so their training time cannot be compared to that of ordinary commoners.
Moreover, with the martial arts manual as an aid, embarking on the path of martial arts is not a difficult task.
"By the way, Uncle Zheng, you haven't mentioned Uncle Zhou yet. Has Uncle Zhou crossed the Burning Blood barrier?" At this moment, Feng Xiu seemed to have thought of something and asked again.
Zhou Gang didn't just appear out of thin air; he's just like Feng Ao from my memory.
In the childhood fragments, it was always Feng Ao who was saying something.
"Your Uncle Zhou just started a security escort agency," or "You had a fight with your Uncle Zhou," and so on.
Both of them practiced martial arts, which Feng Xiu knew, but he had only been in contact with them for the past two months.
There were many things I didn't have time to find out.
Upon hearing this, Uncle Zheng was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "Burning Blood? Young Master, you underestimate Chief Escort Zhou too much."
Feng Xiu's eyes widened slightly.
"The entire Qingyan City has a population of over 100,000, but there are no more than ten people who can truly surpass Chief Escort Zhou."
"Young Master, guess what realm he's at?"
"Is it really that strong?"
Zheng Bo nodded; he too could see Feng Xiu's shock.
"Young Master, no matter how strong Chief Escort Zhou is, that's his business. Now that you've just entered the realm of martial arts, the more you think, the more distracting your thoughts become, and the more you'll fall behind."
"Calm down and focus on cultivation; this is the true path of martial arts."
Uncle Zheng sighed, then patted the wooden bucket, signaling Feng Xiu not to overthink it.
Zheng Bo refused to say more, so Feng Xiu gave up his plan to continue asking.
In this regard, Feng Xiu always listened to advice. As Zheng Bo said, asking fewer questions, observing more, and practicing more are the best ways to realize one's power.
Then.
Feng Xiu sat in the chair and rested for a while before taking off his clothes with Zheng Bo's help.
The temperature in the medicinal bath tub was just right, and the soft, warm medicinal liquid seeped into the skin through the pores.
Wherever it passed, a wonderful sensation of heat and coolness instantly washed over me, greatly relieving my fatigue.
Feeling the fullness in my body, the comfort was mixed with a blissful, almost ethereal quality, as if I had undergone some kind of baptism.
Feng Xiu closed his eyes slightly, completely lost in thought, and let out a satisfied tremor as he enjoyed the moment.
"This is so much better than stretching after staying up all night!"
Upon seeing this, Zheng Bo smiled slightly and then closed the door and left.