Dream Journey from Shaolin

Chapter 10 Martial Arts Genius?

The dinner in Shaolin Temple mainly consists of steamed cakes and vegetarian dishes. The steamed cakes at this time are different from modern ones, and they are filled with various delicious fillings.
In essence, in Jiang Ming's opinion, steamed cakes are more like steamed buns.
Moreover, since the noodles used are far worse than the modern fine noodles, the taste is not to say hard to swallow, but it is also quite unpalatable, but even so, Jiang Ming ate six in one go, making several senior brothers straight Call the rice bucket,

Although Zhan Zhuang tends to be static work, but the consumption of physical strength is no worse than ordinary dynamic work.
However, because Jiang Ming's physique is different from that of ordinary people, the amount of energy he needs to consume is several times that of ordinary people. This is reflected in the fact that he can eat!

As night fell, the Shaolin monks, who had been tired all day, all fell into a sweet dreamland, and the thunderous voices kept coming and going, as if they were playing a unique symphony.
Inside the monk's house, Jiang Ming opened his eyes, sat up slowly, gently removed one of his thighs, and tiptoed into the courtyard.
In the dark night, Jiang Ming recalled the teaching of Tanzong in the afternoon, separated his feet, bent his arms slightly, relaxed his whole body, and assumed a standard seven-star posture.
There has never been any shortcut in martial arts practice. How much effort you put in is what you can gain. Although Jiang Ming has a slight advantage in physical fitness in this world, after all, he did not practice martial arts since he was a child. achieved something,

So he decided to use the ability of not needing to sleep at night, stay up late to stand up, and be pragmatic about his foundation, so that he can enter the next stage more quickly.
Standing for two hours in a row, although he was sweating profusely and exhausted, he obviously felt that he had a little better control over his body, and his strength seemed to have increased a little.
If his body was a rusty machine before, then now, some of the rust on this machine has fallen off,

After moving the sore muscles from standing, Jiang Ming sat down on the ground. He needed to rest and recover his strength.
With a strong physique, his recovery ability is naturally not bad. After resting for less than half an hour, he felt that most of his body had recovered.

Get up and keep standing!
In this way, in the samsara of standing, resting, resting, and standing, the sky gradually began to light up a little, and the whole night, six hours, passed like this,
"This is sour!"

Jiang Ming secretly took a cold shower and lay on the wooden bed again, feeling that his whole body was no longer his own, every muscle in his body was more sour than a certain master's instant noodles,
Close your eyes and rest your mind, let your body recover slowly by itself,

"Boom-boom-boom--"

Less than an hour after I closed my eyes, the morning bell in the temple was rang by the Zhike monk who got up early.

The sleepy-eyed monks were awakened by the sound of the bell, and each of them started rubbing their eyes to get up and get dressed,

And Jiang Ming also opened his eyes, and he, who had recovered most of his body, also pretended to have just woken up, followed the monks to the water tank outside the yard,

Tan Zong, who had been waiting by the water tank for a long time, began to distribute buckets to the monks as usual. When it was Jiang Ming's turn, Tan Zong handed two buckets that were nearly three times the size of the normal buckets to Jiang Ming.
"From today, you use this!"

Seeing that the huge water bucket could almost hold his own, Jiang Ming's face turned a little green.

Just kidding, he has more strength, but with such a big bucket, he will be exhausted, and yesterday he stood on the pile all night, he was not satisfied, and his stomach was still growling with hunger.

"Junior Brother, take care!"

"Junior brother, come on!"

"Junior brother, you can do it!"

With uncomfortable smiles, each monk patted Jiang Ming's shoulder one after another, happily carrying his wooden bucket, and dashed down the mountain.

The monks who were hit by Jiang Ming's exaggerated strength yesterday, when they saw the new wooden barrel in Jiang Ming's hands today, suddenly felt better. Maybe the strength is not so strong, and it is not a bad thing.
"Sure enough, taking pleasure in other people's misfortune, no matter which world or era it is in, is a vice that human beings cannot eradicate!"

Looking at the fast-running brothers, Jiang Ming secretly thought,
"Why are you in a daze, follow up!"

Tan Zong ordered Jiang Ming, who kept twitching the corner of his mouth,

"Yes, Master!"

Jiang Ming took a deep breath, picked up two oversized wooden barrels, and chased after all the senior brothers with an aura of death.

Tan Zong looked at Jiang Ming's leaving back, shook his head with a smile, and followed quickly with his own wooden bucket.

In Tanzong's view, Jiang Ming's potential is absolutely unparalleled, but after all, he didn't practice martial arts since he was a child, and his foundation is still weak.
If you want to have great achievements in the future and not waste the body bestowed by God, you must give it a strong medicine and polish it well.

Compared with yesterday's ease, today's road to fetch water can be said to have gone through a lot of hardships. Just keeping the two buckets of water in a horizontal posture has already made Jiang Ming feel very strenuous.
It was beyond his ability to keep up with the monks on the rugged and steep mountain road.
There were even a few times when he almost fell down because of the slippery road. Fortunately, the stance last night gave him a stronger control over his body, so he barely managed to reach the temple. Even so, the water in his bucket spilled out Most of the time,
For breakfast, due to the stance last night, his body consumed a lot of energy, so he ate ten steamed cakes by himself, breaking the record of the most edible monk in the history of Shaolin Temple again.
After the meal, the training of chopping firewood and kicking and punching as usual,
In the afternoon, when all the monks started practicing martial arts, Tanzong called Jiang Ming to him again,
"Juexin, stand up!"

"Yes, Master!"

Jiang Ming stood up on the spot very naturally. After repeated standing training last night, he already had some experience with this seven-star pile.

"Huh? You got started so quickly!"

Tan Zong saw that Jiang Ming was breathing naturally, and there was a special rhythm in his body, and he instantly understood that this was a sign of getting started with the Seven Star Pile, and he was also surprised.
You must know that it takes at least a month for normal people to start practicing Qixing Zhuang, and even if there is a good master who teaches seriously, it will take at least half a month.

But Jiang Ming, who just learned the posture yesterday, has already started today. This talent is a bit amazing.
However, although Tan Zong was already in shock in his heart, he still commented calmly on the surface:

"It's barely enough, but it's still far from the real mastery. Jue Xin, you practiced martial arts too late, and you can be regarded as a monk halfway. Although you are stronger, your martial arts foundation is too weak. You must not be proud. You still have to work hard!"

Tan Zong felt that Jiang was only 14 years old next year, and his body had surpassed many masters who had practiced martial arts for many years. It would not be a good thing if he found out that he had an amazing talent for practicing martial arts at this time, so he decided to suppress it.
Although Jiang Ming showed a lot of maturity compared to ordinary teenagers, in the eyes of Tanzong, he was still a teenager after all, just a child.

(End of this chapter)