One pound of meat equals one attribute point

It was noon, and the golden sunlight passed over the city wall, leaving a shadow in the ancient city of Changqing County.

Although the sun was shining, it was just the beginning of spring, so the weather was not necessarily fierce.

On this street called Guozi Street, as usual, many vendors were hawking their wares along the street. There were also some street jugglers shouting loudly, attracting many pedestrians to watch.

On the street paved with blue-gray stone bricks, an enlarged and widened brown-yellow carriage slowly drove by, and the wheels rolled over the ground, making a creaking sound.

In the carriage, Su Heng slowly opened his eyes.

He had just had breakfast for less than an hour, but now sitting in the carriage, he smelled the smell of pancakes, fresh pastries and various fried foods in the air, but he felt a hint of hunger in his stomach again, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva again.

Unknowingly, it has been more than five years since he traveled to this world called the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he has gradually adapted to life here.

When he first crossed over, Su Heng was also ambitious.

Relying on the knowledge in his memory, he made soap, refined salt, and purified strong liquor, helped his family expand the industry, and earned a lot of money. He was also excited to learn martial arts, eager to be able to travel across the martial arts world and become a martial arts master...

Well,

It's a pity.

Su Heng's dream of becoming a martial arts master only lasted for three months.

Although this world also has so-called martial arts, standing skills, artistic conception, etc., it focuses more on conditioning the body rather than fighting with people. Those so-called first-class masters in the world can hardly beat a warrior with a spear in his bare hands.

Knowing that this world is not even a so-called low-level martial arts, Su Heng's enthusiasm for becoming a martial arts master slowly extinguished. He has been working hard for so long, and now he has finally crossed over and become a rich young man, but he can't enjoy life well.

This enjoyment of life has lasted for a full five years.

It was not until three months ago that something happened, and Su Heng was surprised to find that he was actually...

"Shhh!"

The neighing sound from outside the carriage interrupted Su Heng's thinking, and the carriage that was originally driving steadily on the road slowly stopped.

"What happened?" Su Heng asked through the curtain.

The driver of the carriage was named Li Si, who was short and tall, but smart and capable, and was deeply trusted by Su Heng's father, Mr. Su. Therefore, he became Su Heng's personal bodyguard and was almost inseparable when he was outside.

Li Si stood on the carriage and looked up for a while.

After a while, Li Si's voice came, "Someone found a body in the well, and the people from the government are investigating. Many people are watching the excitement, so the road is blocked."

"Just go around." Su Heng didn't think much after hearing it.

"Go!"

"Go!"

Li Si waved the long whip and drove the carriage around the street ahead.

The carriage left Guozi Street and entered another slightly quiet Wutong Street with many big trees planted on both sides.

The carriage stopped again with a neigh.

This time, there was no accident, but they had arrived at the destination of this trip.

Li Si turned over and got off the horse, pulled open the door curtain, and Su Heng slowly got off the carriage and stood steadily on the ground. In front of him was a tall gray-white courtyard. The plaque in front of the door was bathed in the mottled shadows of the wutong trees, and the four characters "Chunyang Martial Arts Hall" were written on it.

In front of the gate,

a female martial artist in white training clothes was waiting here early.

The female martial artist looked about 27 or 28 years old. Although her appearance was not so stunning and beautiful, her fair face was also good-looking. Especially her figure was well-proportioned. Through the loose training clothes, you can see the outline of the chest and hips, which made her look full of capital and mature temperament.

"Junior Brother Su." The female martial artist was named Ning Wantong, the daughter of the owner of Chunyang Martial Arts Hall.

This Chunyang Martial Arts School once had a glorious period in Changqing County, but now in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the overall trend is to value literature over martial arts, and it is indeed difficult to see any success in martial arts in a short period of time. Chunyang Martial Arts School naturally declined slowly.

In recent years, it has even been extremely difficult to maintain.

It was Su Heng's joining and the money he donated that helped the martial arts school overcome the difficulties.

Seeing her big sponsor coming, Ning Wantong's face was naturally full of smiles, and her attitude was also very enthusiastic.

"Senior Sister Ning." Su Heng nodded slightly, as a greeting.

Under the leadership of Ning Wantong, the two passed through the entrance, passed through a beautiful garden, and then came to a courtyard on the west side. Under the service of Ning Wantong, Su Heng changed his clothes, also in a pure white training suit.

The two came to the training room.

The training room is divided into two floors, facing north and south, wide and bright.

In the training room, the floor was made of solid wood, and in the corners were placed various wooden stakes, sandbags, etc. needed for training strength. It was just past noon, and there were seven or eight young disciples in the room practicing stake work, and a dull-looking senior brother seriously pointed out the shortcomings of their postures.

From one static movement to another static movement.

Every change of movement was accompanied by the sound of humming and ha-hei, and the voices of seven or eight people sounded in unison, which was considered loud.

Su Heng stayed on the first floor for a while, and his eyes swept over these young disciples.

Then he came to the second floor with Ning Wantong.

Compared to the first floor.

The second floor of the training room is much wider.

Except for a small wooden table in the middle, a few cushions, and a mural hanging on the east wall, there is no additional decoration. The sun shines into the room through the open window, and you can actually see fine dust in the air.

Sitting cross-legged next to the wooden table is a bald middle-aged man. He is thin and only about 1.56 meters tall, but his eyes are bright and energetic.

This man is called Ning Zhibai, the owner of Chunyang Martial Arts Hall, and Su Heng's nominal master.

Of course, there are fewer and fewer people in the Great Zhou Dynasty who are willing to work hard to practice martial arts, and martial artists do not have any special status. Moreover, Chunyang Martial Arts Hall was revived because of a sum of money funded by Su Heng. Therefore, when they were getting along in the past, Su Heng's status seemed to be more respected.

Seeing Su Heng coming, Ning Zhibai also took the initiative to stand up and squeezed a smile on his face.

"Master Ning." Su Heng nodded slightly, and the two sat down opposite each other.

"How's your practice these days?" Ning Zhibai took the initiative to talk. Ning Wantong on the other side made a pot of hot tea for the two of them, and then bowed and left.

"Everything is fine." Su Heng thought, "It's just that there are some things in practice that I still don't quite understand."

"What's the matter?" Seeing his big sponsor's serious attitude.

Ning Zhibai also subconsciously straightened his back, with an expression of listening carefully on his face.

"There are five levels of Pure Yang Gong in total. After practicing to a high level, it can not only benefit from cold and heat, and be immune to all diseases, but also prolong life to a hundred years and be full of energy. But is it just like that? Can you reach a higher level through some special method or medicine to get incredible power?" Su Heng stared at Ning Zhibai's eyes and asked seriously.

Ning Zhibai's originally serious expression gradually became a little speechless when he heard this.

Even so, the young master Su in front of him was a person he couldn't afford to offend. Ning Zhibai took a sip of hot tea, sighed helplessly, and then spoke seriously, "In this world, if you can fight one against many, you can be considered a good player.

If you can beat a warrior with bare hands, you can be called first-class. And the so-called master can only defeat ten warriors at the same time at most.

Although the Pure Yang Gong is a long-standing martial arts, it can't help you break through the limits of the human body. What's more important is to regulate your breath and take the path of moderation and peace.

There is no so-called martial arts in the world that can make people break through their limits.

Even those masters in the world are so powerful for only two reasons.

One is that they have strong talents, and the other is that they spend all their time and energy on martial arts training, and engrave all kinds of moves in their muscle memory, so when fighting with others, they can be faster than the brain and arrive first after starting later."

"Is that the case?" Su Heng stared at Ning Zhibai's eyes, a little disappointed, but he could also see that his cheap master was not lying.

"Show me the Pure Yang Gong's standing practice. I want to see how your practice progress is recently." Seeing that Su Heng wanted to ask more questions, Ning Zhibai could only quietly change the subject.

Su Heng nodded, drank the tea in the cup, and then stood up from the mat.

Pure Yang Gong is divided into standing practice and breathing method.

The so-called standing practice is a series of static movements recorded in Pure Yang Gong, sometimes with specific formulas.

There are twelve forms of standing practice in Pure Yang Gong, from the initial three-body form of hand and foot, elbow and knee, shoulder and hip, to the final floating cloud form of slightly tilted body, arms stretched up and down, back of head, neck and spine connected in a straight line.

The switching between movements is coherent and natural, and the breathing is steady. The standing practice of Pure Yang Gong is qualified.

As for the breathing method, there is nothing special about it, and it is even simpler.

Normal people's breathing is just through the lungs, so it appears short and rapid during strenuous exercise. But with the help of some special formulas and breathing methods, the gas can penetrate into the abdominal organs, so the breath appears long and powerful. This method is somewhat similar to some high-pitched singing skills that Su Heng had come into contact with before.

"Not bad, not bad." After completing several sets of Zhuanggong, Su Heng's forehead was slightly sweaty. Ning Zhibai handed over a clean white towel with a sincere admiration on his face, "You are very talented in martial arts."

"If you can study hard, you can also become a master of the generation." Ning Zhibai sighed.

After saying this,

before Su Heng answered, he laughed to himself.

"But even a master is nothing to you."

For ordinary people, martial arts is barely a way out. But the Changqing Su family is more than a fortune, and as the eldest son of the family, Su Heng is destined to inherit this huge family business, which is a good thing that many people envy.

"Master Ning, I want to be alone for a while." Su Heng took the towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then whispered to Ning Zhibai.

"Well, that's fine." Ning Zhibai didn't think much about it.

He just said casually, "If there is anything else, just call me downstairs."

"Okay."

Su Heng nodded.

After Ning Zhibai left along the stairs, Su Heng turned around and looked at the slightly mottled murals on the wall.

The content on the mural is very simple, even empty. In the center of the picture is a bright red sun, with white clouds rolling around, as if there is a whistling wind, and in the distance you can vaguely see some green mountains outlined by thick black brushstrokes.

The paintings of the Great Zhou Dynasty pay attention to the use of form to express spirit, and both form and spirit.

If you look at it from this perspective, the mural in front of you can only be regarded as inferior, and there is not much to be said about it.

But it happens that,

when practicing Pure Yang Gong, staring at the mural in front of him, Su Heng can always have some insights.

For example, now, Su Heng is looking at the mural in front of him. He is obviously bathing in the warm afternoon sunshine, but he inexplicably feels a gust of wind blowing. It seems that he is really standing on the top of a dark and gloomy mountain, with the mountain wind whistling, the leaden clouds rolling overhead, the sun rising, and the golden light of thousands of feet of glass splashing out...

"Huh!"

Su Heng's chest rose and fell, closed his eyes, and slowly came back to his senses from the artistic conception of the painting.

When he opened his eyes again, lines of grayish-white fonts appeared in front of him, forming an attribute column.

[Name: Su Heng]

[Height: 1.85 meters]

[Weight: 215 kilograms]

[Kung Fu: Pure Yang Gong (fifth level)]

[Attribute points: 10]

This simple attribute column suddenly appeared after Su Heng practiced Pure Yang Gong, and after Su Heng's verification, he was basically able to determine that the attribute points in the column were positively correlated with weight. In other words, for every kilogram of weight gain Su Heng gained, he could gain one attribute point.

As for why Su Heng suddenly wanted to practice Pure Yang Gong...

The reason is simple.

In the past five years, Su Heng enjoyed life, indulged in sensual pleasures, became fatter, and his will was increasingly worn out. He originally just planned to change his daily routine, recuperate his body, and increase his blood and qi by practicing martial arts.

But he never thought that just a few days after he came into contact with Pure Yang Gong, he found that he had a golden finger that was five years late.

Ning Zhibai was right.

Su Heng has excellent talent and physique in martial arts, and is expected to become a master of his generation.

In less than three months, he has already practiced Chunyang Gong to perfection. Although Su Heng is not sure what Ning Zhibai's realm is, from the conversation just now, Ning Zhibai's attainments in Chunyang Gong should be far inferior to his.

Because,

After practicing to the fifth level.

Su Heng felt more and more that his body was like an inflated ball, with a feeling of fullness that had nowhere to vent. He could already vaguely perceive another realm of Chunyang Gong, which was a completely different new world. But there was a thick layer of oil film separating them, just like seeing flowers in the fog, which could only be felt but not stepped into.

It was for this reason that Su Heng guessed that Chunyang Gong had a sixth level, or even a higher level.

But to break through to this sixth level, some special "medicine lead" was needed as a stimulus. Su Heng came here this time to inquire about this "medicine lead" from Ning Zhibai. But unfortunately, after a conversation, Su Heng did not gain much.

"Ning Zhibai probably really doesn't know, but I have another way." Su Heng stared at the attribute panel in front of him with his eyes empty.

The column of skills.

A grayish-white "+" sign appeared faintly after the fifth level of Pure Yang Gong.

Su Heng focused his attention and lightly tapped on the "+" sign. In an instant, a suction force appeared out of thin air, and the ten attribute points that Su Heng had accumulated with great difficulty blurred for a while, and then all disappeared.