Self-struggle starting from Douluo

They all have their own plans and intrigues, and Qinghuan is always worried that he will become bald one day.

Fortunately, although the old man's hair was gray, it was still thick, which made him feel at ease.

Niu Er was impatiently driven by the old man to prepare a medicinal bath.

Qing Huan said with a smile: "Teacher, there is only one round left, and I will win today."

The old man glanced at him and said, "It's too early to say anything. The next people to come will be your parents."

Qinghuan looked up in surprise.

Since Qinghuan became the old master's apprentice, although he wanted to invite his parents, they never came to visit.

The old man said casually, "If you want to take the imperial examination, you cannot be registered in Xiahe Village."

Without further explanation, he knew Qinghuan would understand.

Pure joy and silence.

How poor was Xiahe Village before? How could it have the money to support a child to go to school?

Moreover, the nearest school is in the town. Based on the old master’s past experience, it is impossible to say that there are no surveillance people in the town!
Qinghuan couldn't tell anyone that she was the old master's student, otherwise she would not live long.

So if Qinghuan wanted to take the imperial examination, not only could his household registration not be in Xiahe Village, but he also had to leave here and take the exam somewhere else.

only……

Qing Huan was puzzled and asked, "Other people study to become officials, so they take the imperial examinations, but I am not interested in this, so why should I take the imperial examinations?"

Qinghuan's enlightenment ambition was to own a village like Xiahe Village. Although the village now belongs to the old manor, it is no different from Qinghuan.

Therefore, Qinghuan’s “ambition is not here” can only be the ambition of “establishing oneself at the age of thirty”.

The old man did not ask Qing Huan about his "ambitions", but just said: "Without fame and honor, Xiahe Village will have to pay taxes."

Qing Huan suddenly realized, and said, "Oh," and said casually, "Then I'll guess Hong Mei."

Very realistic, but also true.

The two played chess in silence.

Butler Hu was looking outside the door expectantly. If the young master could win, it would mean that his planning ability had surpassed that of the old master.

Those people were only staring at the master, but they didn't know that the master had taught a monster.

Time passed by, and finally:

Hongmei walked in hurriedly and said, "Master, your parents just left Xiahe Village in a bullock cart. There was a lot of luggage on the cart. Is that right..."

Qing Huan smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, Sister Hong Mei. When my eldest brother went to the south to sell fruit, I asked him to find a place to settle down there. My parents are going to join him."

Hongmei breathed a sigh of relief.

Butler Hu shouted, "The master is thirteen, the young master is fifteen, the young master wins!"

The old man threw the chess pieces back into the cup, sighed, and said, "What a monster I have taught!"

But there was endless relief in his tone.

Butler Hu and Hongmei both smiled, stood up and bowed, saying, "Congratulations, Master, congratulations, Young Master!"

Qing Huan nodded, smiled and put away the chess pieces, saying: "I can only say that you are a good teacher. If we can't surpass our teachers, wouldn't it be like each generation is worse than the previous one, and we are just going backwards all the way?"

The old man also laughed and said, "You thought of it a long time ago?"

Qing Huan nodded and said, "After the teacher told me the information outside that night, I understood the danger I was facing, so I naturally had to make arrangements early.

My eldest brother's letter came a month ago, but my parents were reluctant to leave their hometown and could not make a decision. So I told them that if the teacher invited them personally one day, it would mean that the situation was urgent and could not be delayed. "

The old master said with emotion: "Yes, I invited them here to discuss something important that concerns you... Do you blame me for putting you in danger?"

Qing Huan laughed and said, "Teacher, what nonsense you are talking about!"

The old master laughed and said, "Yes, I said something stupid. It's my fault!"

Qing Huan packed up the chessboard, handed it to Hong Mei, and said, "Teacher, let's talk about martial arts." The old master smiled and said, "What is there to say about martial arts? It's just like that."

Qing Huan was helpless and said, "What's going on? At least tell me what realms there are in martial arts, what abilities each realm has, etc.?"

The old man smiled slightly, sighed, and said: "The so-called martial arts was originally just to strengthen the body and temper the physique, which was generally used in the army. No matter how much you train, you are still just an ordinary person, just a slightly stronger ordinary person.

Later, in order to fight against the extraordinary people, I formed an army. In order to bring these soldiers closer to the extraordinary people, I worked with a few people to create the so-called martial arts. "

"..."

Qing Huan blinked: "Martial Arts, was it created by the teacher?"

The old man emphasized: "It was not me, but I created it together with several people, including a Taoist priest, a monk, a general, and an imperial physician."

Qing Huan calmed down, thought for a moment, and said, "The marrow washing fluid was provided by the imperial physician, right? Then what use are the Taoist priests and monks, General?"

The old man smiled and said, "Taoists and monks are useless, but Taoism and Buddhism, plus my Confucianism, and the general's experience fighting on the battlefield, combined together, will be useful."

The joy suddenly dawned.

The old man said: "According to our original idea, martial arts should make people stronger step by step, and eventually transcend the mundane world and reach the level of a transcendent.

So when we created martial arts, we divided it into nine levels according to our ideas, so it is also called the Nine Levels of Martial Arts.

Grades one to three, strengthen the muscles and bones, and gather strength; grades four to six, combine the strength of the whole body with the mind; grades seven to nine...nothing."

Qing Huan was surprised and asked, "Why are there no more ranks from seventh to ninth?"

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "Because I was expelled before I even created it!"

Qing Huan understood and said, "So the highest level of martial arts now is the sixth level?"

The old master sighed and said, "I am old and my body is not strong enough to practice martial arts, so I can deduce the first six levels based on other people's experience and ideas, but I can't do it anymore.

After all, I can’t even practice martial arts, let alone the seventh to ninth level, which is a completely fantasy level.”

Qing Huan asked curiously, "What rank is Second Brother Niu?"

The old man curled his lips and said, "He just gathered all the strength in his body and barely counted as a third-grade cultivator. He still couldn't find his own mind."

Qing Huan was surprised and said, "Brother Niu can jump seven or eight meters high and more than ten meters away at once, how come he is only at the third level? His martial arts has a promising future."

The old man asked back: "If a person can jump one meter with one leg, can he jump two meters if he uses both legs together?"

Qing Huan thought for a moment and said, "It shouldn't be calculated this way, right?"

The old man nodded and said, “According to the imperial physician’s understanding, the power contained in the human body is actually very strong, but it is too scattered and dispersed throughout the body.

However, the power that can be mobilized is limited. If you take a deep breath and hold it, you can mobilize more power, but after breathing, this power will be dissipated.

If all the strength could be concentrated together, an effect far exceeding the sum of one plus one could be achieved, so according to this concept, martial arts from level one to level three were created.

However, the muscles and bones of the human body have their limits, and this limit can be raised through medical means. Marrow washing fluid is the original prescription for beginners in martial arts.

Then the Taoist meditation and Buddhist sitting meditation both have miraculous effects. Once combined with the strength of the whole body, they will exert miraculous abilities, so there are four to six levels of martial arts. "

Qing Huan nodded and asked curiously, "Does practicing martial arts require any kind of skills?"

The old man said calmly: "As long as you can feel the strength of your body, you can walk or sleep. It all depends on your personal habits. The generals who created martial arts together at the beginning relied on their own experience of fighting on the battlefield to create several skills.

Other than that, techniques like Five Animal Exercises and Eight Scenery Forging are all considered first to third grade skills."

Qing Huan asked with interest: "What does the teacher plan to teach me?"

The old master rolled his eyes and said, "I told you, I am old and weak, so I can't practice martial arts, and naturally I can't teach you."

Without waiting for Qing Huan to respond, the old master added, "As for the general, I did make a suggestion. Combining his experience in killing, Taoism and medicine, we can create a set of exercises that combine killing and health preservation.

He and I have created a prototype together, but I don’t know what happened to it later.

Go ask him to come over later. If he still has no idea, just finish it." (End of this chapter)