MTL - As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills-Chapter 13 Fuhu Fist

  Chapter 13 Fuhu Fist

   "Smelting blood energy?" Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows. In the past, he only knew about warriors, but this was the first time he heard such a saying.

Old Zhou nodded and said: "The biggest difference between warriors and ordinary people lies in blood energy. Whether it is external training of moves or internal training of breathing, the ultimate goal is to melt blood energy and transform it into energy! Only by practicing blood energy can you But one who touches the threshold of martial arts can be called a low-level martial artist."

   "Otherwise, no matter how proficient you are in boxing and how powerful you are, as long as you don't practice blood strength, you will always be regarded as an ordinary person, and you have no chance of winning against martial artists."

   "And after training the blood energy, if you can go a step further and control the blood energy to run through the whole body, reaching the state where you can carry a tripod lightly, and your feet are light enough to fight a horse... then you can be regarded as a third-rate warrior."

   "It is rumored that from a third-rate warrior to a first-rate warrior, they are essentially different methods of using blood energy. The blood energy of a first-rate realm is like a rainbow, which can defeat thousands of troops... As for whether this is true, I don't know."

  Jiang Ming frowned and said, "What about the first-rate ones?"

   "Hahaha..." Old Zhou couldn't help laughing and said, "Brother Ming really dares to think that first-class fighters are already the top figures in Dayun Mansion, so why can't they catch your eyes?"

  Jiang Ming smiled: "Just curious."

   "Being a martial artist alone is enough to exhaust many people's life's efforts, and there are even less people who are in the stream... and those who surpass martial artists are no one in a million." Old Zhou Tou sighed.

   "And then?" Jiang Ming blinked.

   "Then... I don't know anymore." Old Zhou said unhappily: "I'm not a big shot, and to know these things is already well-informed."

   "Let's get started, Ziqi is coming from the east... It's a good time to practice martial arts." Old Zhou Tou took off his shirt and warmed up with exercises. On his thin and old torso, muscles were swimming like earthworms.

   "It seems that warriors are not comparable to ordinary people even if their blood is decaying..." Jiang Ming thought to himself, if it wasn't for the old Zhou's unmentionable illness, then the old scar would have to bow his head and call him Master Zhou.

"The first form, the fierce tiger sits on the mountain..." Old Zhou squatted slightly, his legs nailed in place like iron bars: "This is the fundamental technique of Crouching Tiger Fist. Whether you practice it well or not will determine your final achievement... "

  At this moment, the old Zhou Tou seemed to be one with the earth, and he could not move even in the storm.

  Jiang Ming didn't follow the gestures, but tried hard to remember the movements of old Zhou Tou, and tried to understand this style.

   "It's like an upgraded version of squatting, mainly training the lower body and core strength..." Jiang Ming thought to himself, this is indeed a crucial step.

About a quarter of an hour later, the old man Zhou finished the external training moves of Fuhuquan. There are 24 moves in total. The first twelve moves are all practice methods, and the last twelve moves are fighting methods. Deadly, like a tiger.

"It's a pity that this Fuhu Fist is too fierce and can easily hurt your body." Old Zhou stopped panting, "Brother Ming, when you are practicing boxing, you must not be greedy for power. Before you feel the blood... You can only practice three times at most."

   "How long does it take to sense blood?" Jiang Ming asked.

   Only when the blood energy is sensed, can one practice internal breathing.

"If you're lucky... three to five years, if you're unlucky, that's a lifetime." Old Zhou said with a gloomy gaze, "I spent eight years sensing blood energy, ten years refining blood energy and training blood energy... that's how I became lucky. Warrior, think about it now, what's the use, do you know why I stopped you from learning martial arts?"

  Jiang Ming was suddenly dumbfounded. No wonder there are few people in Pingan Town who learn martial arts. Practicing martial arts consumes energy and money, but the possibility of becoming a martial artist in the end is very small. It is not something the poor can afford.

   "I don't know... How long will it take me?" Jiang Ming thought to himself.

  He is naturally not afraid of hurting his body, the limit of three times a day...don't bother at all.

  Old Zhou Tou finally said suddenly: "Of course, if supplemented with golden worm ginseng, red blood vine and other great tonic drugs, the progress of martial arts training will be accelerated a lot."

   "Other than that, it is the secret medicine for martial arts... The auxiliary martial arts medicine refined in the martial arts hall in the city can speed up the response to blood energy. If Brother Ming has enough money, you can ask the masters who come to buy medicinal materials..."

  Jiang Ming's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for your suggestion. I'll type it up now and you'll have a look. If there's anything wrong, please give me more pointers."

   As he spoke, he recalled the movements of old Zhou Tou, and practiced each move.

  Old Zhou Tou chuckled, while chewing the golden and crispy Cicada Monkey, he watched Jiang Ming's moves seriously...

  He is willing to say so much because Jiang Ming, a junior, really likes him. After all, he used to be a martial artist, and the old scar is also polite when he sees him. If someone else came to learn martial arts, how could he be so dedicated...

  Looking at it, the old Zhou was also surprised.

  Although Jiang Ming's moves are very slow, he looks like a novice at first glance, but his movements are very standard, and there is a sense of strength in his gestures.

   "Good!" Old Zhou clapped his hands and praised: "Brother Ming, you are much better than me..."

  Jiang Ming rolled his eyes in his heart. I have practiced boxing for a month or two, and I have laid the foundation for so long.

  In the following days, I will practice martial arts and eat every day, and when I am tired of practicing, I will go to the mountains to collect herbs...

   Before I knew it, another month had passed.

  The autumn wind is bleak, bringing up the fallen leaves all over the sky, and Yunmeng Mountain Ze has already put on golden autumn clothes.

  In the depths of the mountain, a figure like a tiger and ape leaped down from the edge of the cliff, stretched out one hand, and hung directly on a protruding rock.

   "Red Blood Vine, here it is!"

  Jiang Ming used a sickle to cut off a crimson vine as thick as a little finger, and smiled with satisfaction.

  Pluck lush leaves in spring, safflower in summer, roots in autumn, withered flowers in winter...

  The medicinal materials are different in each season, and now is the time to pick the red blood vine.

  Since Lao Zhoutou talked about the medicines that are very beneficial for martial arts, Jiang Ming has focused on these medicines.

  Cuckoo~

  On the top of the cliff, a fat white rabbit poked its head, cheering for Jiang Ming to pick up the medicine.

"Hahaha, you are indeed my lucky star!" Jiang Ming climbed up the cliff and rubbed the rabbit's head: "Second Master Bai, I will take you to eat delicious and spicy food tonight... I, Jiang Ming, will never eat it if I eat it in one bite. starving you."

   Late at night, in a cave.

  In an earthen pot, various medicinal materials such as red blood vine, golden insect ginseng, toadstool mushroom and so on were simmering over a small fire. Jiang Ming was lying on the ground beside him, his eyes shining brightly.

   "It's only a short shot from sensing Qi and blood. Try again tomorrow!"

  In the past few days, I have been able to vaguely sense Qi and blood occasionally, but I can't maintain that feeling.

   During this period of time, he practiced Fuhu Fist at least a dozen times a day, and never stopped taking various medicines, but he never expected that his progress would be so fast.

   "Maybe this is the difference between quantitative change and qualitative change. The difference between practicing only three times a day and practicing more than a dozen times a day, you can't just use addition and subtraction to calculate..."

   "Just wait until tomorrow!" He calmly closed his eyes and fell asleep...

  (end of this chapter)