I add points to my martial arts in the real world

Chapter 10 Suggested retail price 1 yuan

"It's nothing, it's just a few more years of food. But it's gratifying to see that there are still young people willing to learn traditional martial arts, so I can't help but communicate with you."

The old man smiled and shook his head, looking at Qian Dong with a bit more appreciation. At his age, it was most sad to see some traditional skills without successors.

"Little brother, I also have a warning. Martial arts training still requires a balance between work and rest. If you blindly pursue speed, it is easy to damage the roots. You will regret it later. Although tonics can replenish qi and blood, some damage accumulates over a long period of time. It’s hard to make amends with medicine stones.”

The old man continued to sigh with emotion. He had just observed that Qian Dong was already a beginner and had bought a large number of tonics. It was obviously because of Jinjin and the prescriptions given by his elders. Moreover, Qian Dong said that he had only practiced martial arts for a few days. Even if there was a certain amount of water in it, it was still... I haven’t been practicing martial arts for a long time.

Traditional martial arts only requires hard training. No matter how talented you are, it is useless to learn it once. It is just a show. If you want to be proficient in martial arts, you will definitely not be able to do it without hard work, so he has such a reminder.

"Then does the old man have any good way to make up for it?"

Although Qian Dong has a system that can improve certain physical attributes without upgrading skills, and will also repair certain damage in the process, but to be more secure, it is better to ask more professionals in this field.

"Haha, I really do."

The old man said something, looked at Qian Dong with a smile, then took a sip of tea, looking unhurried.

"Please ask the old man to teach me."

When Qian Dong heard this, he immediately stood up and bowed to the old man, looking like he was seriously asking for advice. Although the old man looked like he was already willing to hand it over to him, he still had to fulfill the etiquette he should do.

"Sit down, sit down quickly. In fact, I also had a dream to learn martial arts when I was young, but I come from a medical family, and studying medicine is a hard job. I don't have time to practice martial arts at all. When I have time to practice martial arts, my body can no longer withstand the torture."

Having said this, the old man pushed Qian Dong back to his seat and refilled the tea for him.

Qian Dong didn't interrupt and looked at the old man quietly while holding tea, knowing that he hadn't finished speaking.

"After retiring, I have free time. Thanks to the current Internet, all kinds of martial arts secrets are available. I have also studied a lot in my free time. However, as for improving Qi and blood, as well as improving the body, I found that There are two disciplines, one is Wu Qin Xi, and the other is Shaolin Yi Jin Twelve Postures.

Wuqinxi is suitable for the elderly. The movements are gentle and gentle, and the improvement is silent. If you are a young person, the Twelve Shaolin Yijin poses are still suitable. The movements are more demanding, and the improvement is also very good. The most important thing is that it is gentle and does not What kind of damage can happen if you practice incorrectly? "

The old man didn't delay. Although he spoke a little too much, he still got to the point.

"Please ask the old man to teach me."

Qian Dong's eyes lit up after hearing this. He didn't expect to gain anything like this. He stood up again and begged.

"Haha, there's nothing to teach you. Just sit down and wait, and I'll get you the secret book."

The old man laughed, then motioned for Qian Dong to sit down, and he walked towards the back door.

Qian Dong did not sit down, but stood respectfully, watching the old man leave. He must have a begging attitude when asking for help. Even though he is in his 30s, he still understands the sophistication of these people.

"Here, this is it. You can take it. It's of no use to me anyway."

In less than 5 minutes, the old man came out again, holding an old book in his hand and handed it to Qian Dong.

Qian Dong took it with both hands. The "Shaolin Yi Jin Twelve Postures" was particularly conspicuous on the tree. Qian Dong stood and opened it. Inside was a printed version with pictures and text descriptions, including movements and breathing combinations. All described in great detail.

Qian Dong jumped in as soon as he saw it. He quickly turned to the end and accidentally saw the last line of small print: Published by People's Publishing House in 1980, with a suggested retail price of 1 yuan. "Um, this?"

Qian Dong raised his head and looked at the old man, his tone a little muttering, a little unbelievable.

"Hahahaha, you read that right, it was published by a publishing house, but don't worry, I have researched it and it is absolutely authentic. I even went to verify it. This is the original version of Shaolin."

The old man was very satisfied with Qian Dong's reaction and laughed, with a bit of bad taste in his laughter.

"Actually, these martial arts secrets are not precious. There has always been a saying: one sentence is really passed down, but thousands of books are fake. The real secrets of martial arts training are all passed down orally, especially those involving fighting methods. None of the sects are spread to the outside world, but the Twelve Postures of the Yi Jin Jing are an exception, because they are only used to nourish qi and blood and strengthen the internal organs, and do not involve fighting, so no one needs additional guidance. You It will be good for you to practice it every day before going to bed."

The old man said with a smile and gave instructions.

"Thank you. I'll leave you a phone number. If the old man needs anything in the future, please call me."

Qian Dong carefully put the secret book away, and also remembered this kindness. He planned to go back and study whether he could activate this skill when the time came. If so, he believed that he would be able to nurse his body back to its healthiest soon. status.

After that, he went to the front desk to find the little girl and left his phone number. Then he communicated with the old man and listened to the old man explain how martial arts practitioners should take supplements and maintain their bodies.

In the end, Qian Dong paid 800 yuan and left with a large bag of traditional Chinese medicine. The old man gave Qian Dong a [-]% discount and even said that he could call to order any medicine he needed in the future.

Qian Dong came to the car, touched the secret book, and felt that it was a bit unreal. Before, when he was not exposed to martial arts, there were no traces of people practicing martial arts. But now, as soon as he comes into contact with martial arts, these old seniors appear one by one. It felt a little unreal to be in his life.

No longer thinking about it, I looked back at the drug store again, and then drove towards the Municipal People's Hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, I bought a bouquet of flowers at the entrance and took the familiar gift to the hospitalization area.

"Brother Dong, you are here."

When Qian Dong was at the door of the resident doctor's office, a young man in a white coat walked out. He saw Qian Dong holding flowers and said hello in a low tone.

"Well, how is your sister doing?"

When Qian Dong saw the young man, he stopped, said hello, and asked by the way.

"It's not very good. I got stuck in a mouthful of phlegm two days ago. Fortunately, my mother happened to be nearby. Fortunately, the rescue was timely and I was out of danger."

When the young man said this, his expression became more gloomy.

"Brother Dong, go ahead by yourself. I still have to do rounds on the ward, so I have to go and do my work first."

The young man finally pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, forcing a smile.

"Well, you go."

After Qian Dong finished speaking, he was not in much mood to chat with him, so he turned around and walked towards the familiar ward inside.

(End of this chapter)