Two Realms: A giant of immortal martial arts emerges from low Wu Gan

Chapter 5 Zhuang Kung Fu and Breathing Method
  In the courtyard, which is three to four hundred square meters in size, more than thirty people are practicing.

Captured with fists and feet, holding the stone plate high.

From Jiang Shu's current perspective, he could clearly see that, except for a few of these thirty or so people, all of them had reached the stage of transporting Qi and blood.

At this level, cotton-padded clothes are no longer needed to keep out the cold.

Between movement and stillness, Qi and blood are rolling like waves, and the limbs and a large spine open and close vertically and horizontally, like a fully drawn bow, showing full momentum.

He watched for a while, then took off his jacket, carefully wrapped a small bag of lime powder and an electric baton, and placed it on the edge of the yard.

Although these fists and kicks are not exquisite, they are obviously more murderous than the martial arts moves in the previous life and Xuanxing.

Jiang Shu learned as he fought, heading towards the empty place, turning sharply, approaching instantly, extending his palms into claws, all in one go.

"The old enemy has risen, be quiet."

Suddenly, there was a creak in the room on the south side of the yard, and the door opened a small crack.

A pretty maid ran out, her voice a little soft.

After hearing this, the apprentices practicing martial arts in the yard stopped at a very fast speed, adjusted their breathing, and stood quietly in place.

All martial arts schools in the county rarely admit formal disciples.

Basically, all apprentices are accepted, wearing ordinary training clothes and practicing martial arts in the outer courtyard.

After paying a martial arts fee of 10 taels per month, you can listen to the master's teachings every three to five days.

"My surname is Qiu. You can call me Master Qiu or Lao Qiu."

Before anyone arrives, the voice comes out first.

The old voice seemed to ring in everyone's ears, instigating the eardrums.

The door to the room was only fully opened at this moment.

The old man walked out slowly, his figure slightly stooped, only about 1.6 meters tall.

But every step he took shook Jiang Shu's mind, like a skinny and hungry tiger walking towards the sheep.

"Martial arts is like climbing a high mountain or wading into deep water. Those without great perseverance and courage cannot climb the heights or wade into the depths. Even if it is the first level of skin grinding, one must maintain the stance skill for a long time and breathe for a long time. , carry Qi and blood, and train the skin with strength."

"Come here today and give a demonstration. Someone is here."

Qiu Lao's words had just finished.

An apprentice wearing a black training uniform walked out quickly, holding a stone in front of his chest.

The stone plate weighs about 500 kilograms. The apprentice performs the pile work and takes root immediately. The waist and horse unite to carry the energy and blood. With a loud shout, he directly lifts the stone plate to his chest.

Under the confused gazes of several new apprentices, Mr. Qiu stretched out his seemingly skinny arm, with his five fingers turning into claws, and struck the stone plate.

There was no change in the stone plate, just a soft sound.

Without any pause, the second time.

The stone plate trembled, and where the edge fell, the five finger prints were extremely clear.

The third time.

Several cracks burst out of the stone plate, and in the center, there were five finger holes half an inch deep, which was horrifying.

"Everyone who comes here knows that Zhanzhuang is divided into three stages, qi and blood induction, qi and blood transportation, and whole body qi and blood circulation. The corresponding strengths are three hundred kilograms, six hundred kilograms, and nine hundred kilograms!"

"After the circulation of Qi and blood, a mysterious and mysterious force will gradually be generated in the body. Using the force to develop a skin film on our skin is the first state of martial arts, the dermabrasion state. This state is also divided into There are three stages: cowhide, stone skin, and iron skin. Newcomers can come up and take a look at each one and figure it out carefully."

Without explaining too much about the difference between small realms, Shi Pan has already given the best answer.

Qiu Lao stood aside with his hands behind his back.

Jiang Shu took the first step, touched the finger hole, and subconsciously put his fingers in.

There was still a trace of residual heat in the finger hole, feeling the real touch of the extremely rough finger hole, and the fine stone dust stuck to his fingers.

Even Wang Chongyang, who is the best in the world of sculpture shooting, cannot carve words on the stone wall.

But in this world, pointing through the stone plate is only the first realm of martial arts.

If he had such a level and could kill Zhao Tai on the spot, even if the leader of the Green Snake Gang came, would he dare to say a word?
  Microdermabrasion.

Cowhide, stonehide, ironhide.

This is the real martial arts!

It’s definitely not just an increase in strength!
  The realm of microdermabrasion is so powerful. On top of the microdermabrasion.

In this world, martial arts are so wonderful that they may be close to magical powers!
  Jiang Shu's blood surged, and he suppressed the desire for strength deep in his heart. He took a few steps back, leaving the opportunity to feel the stone plate to other apprentices.

"You guys, some of you are learning. The new apprentice came out and learned the breathing method and sitting on the hole pile with me for half an hour. The rest stood nearby and practiced the pile."

"Everyone squats five feet apart."

A quarter of an hour later, seeing that the newcomers had already felt the warrior's ability, Qiu Lao spoke again.

"Each martial arts school has its own visual objects for its Zhuang Kung Fu."

"The Hungry Tiger Sitting on the Cave Stake in our Hungry Tiger Martial Arts School is to imagine that you are a supremely ferocious tiger that has been hungry for several days, sitting cross-legged in the cave, with patience and an imminent explosion."

"Keep up with my breathing!"

Qiu Lao, who has been practicing for countless years, is like a fierce tiger squatting.

The sound of breathing, long and thick, was particularly clear in the silent martial arts training ground.

Breathe...breathe...breathe...breathe.

Jiang Shu, who had already mastered the horse stance and sensed his own energy and blood, looked at Qiu Lao's figure and gradually found the rhythm of the Hungry Tiger Breathing Technique, like a tiger squatting in a Hungry Tiger Sitting Hole Pile with the waist and hips as one.

"You, stop, go over there, and I will let Senior Brother You teach you Zhuang Kung Fu later, and lay a solid foundation first."

Not all newcomers can find a rhythm like Jiang Shu.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Mr. Qiu gave up his work, pointed at a fat boy among the new apprentices, and motioned him to the edge of the yard.

The little fat man's face turned red, and he knew that his breathing was messed up.

At this time, everyone in the whole courtyard was practicing the Hungry Tiger Breathing Technique. It was obvious who's breathing was messed up.

After a while, all the newcomers who had arrived in the past five days came to the other side with red faces. Only Jiang Shu tried his best to hold on.

In my mind, a panel slowly emerged:
  Jiang Shu——

Hungry Tiger Breathing Technique: Getting Started (6/1000)

Hungry Tiger Sitting on a Hole Pile: Getting Started (9/1000)

"Okay, everyone, stop for a moment and take care of the new guy."

He didn't know how long he stood there. Jiang Shu closed his eyes and persisted. He only heard Qiu Lao's voice in his ears, and then he became discouraged and almost sat down on the ground.

A strong feeling of hunger came from the intestines, and the voice was low.

"Each martial arts school has unique Zhuang Kung Fu and breathing techniques. But having Zhuang Kung Fu and breathing techniques alone is not enough. After all, it's not like you can't buy Zhuang Kung Fu and breathing techniques on the black market in the county town, so why are they still available? There are so many people coming to the martial arts hall to practice martial arts one after another!"

"That's because - the secret medicine! Whether it is Zhuang Kung Fu or breathing methods, they are all transporting qi and blood. Without enough meat to supplement it, it will only damage the body and weaken the qi and blood."

"But meat is hard to come by. Meat in the entire Pingling County is basically sold in the county government and in large households. If civilians want to buy some meat, the price is as high as the martial arts training fees at the martial arts hall! But if you join the martial arts hall, we are hungry tiger martial arts The secret medicine in the museum can not only make up for the soreness of the skin, muscles, and bones after breathing a lot, but also strengthen the qi and blood. One serving is worth ten pounds of meat!"

"Of course, what you are drinking now is just the broth diluted with the secret medicine. But even so, this soup will never be sold outside!"

Qiu Lao breathed heavily and shouted loudly.

As soon as the voice fell, two maids took out the barrels from the room.

The unique aroma of the secret medicine broth wafted through the yard, swaying the gluttons in every apprentice's belly.

Under the gaze of the maid, the apprentices lined up, each of them picking up a bowl of broth just in time, not daring to overfill it.

"Within half an hour after drinking the secret medicine broth, learn to sit on the burrow and get twice the result with half the effort!"

After walking around the entire courtyard several times and seeing that no one of the more than thirty apprentices was causing trouble, Mr. Qiu said slowly:

"Martial arts consists of practicing, cultivating, and fighting."

"Zhuang Kung Fu is training, breathing method is cultivation. After you finish this round of sitting on a pile, I will show you the fighting methods of our martial arts school."

"Tiger, there are only three killing moves."

"flutter."

"lift."

"Cut."

(End of this chapter)