Feng Mian successfully became a disciple, and Chu Qingtian successfully achieved his goal.
Old Chu said he was troublesome, but his body was very honest.
After coming down from the palace tower, Old Chu still couldn't help but asked Feng Mian to follow him.
"Teacher...no, old man, where are we going?"
Feng Mian was confused. He temporarily refused the royal grant. He couldn't stay in the palace for a long time. Now besides following Old Man Chu, he really didn't know where to go.
"Don't talk nonsense, just follow me."
Soon, Old Man Chu led Feng Mian into a mansion quietly.
Because he was climbing over a wall, Feng Mian didn't know where this place was.
Crossing the bluestone road, then bypassing a small bamboo forest. Walking quickly down the small bridge in the garden, Old Chu stopped in front of a large rockery. He looked forward thoughtfully.
"Boy, I have always thought that your spiritual martial arts skills are very special. I have lived for so many years, and I have never seen anyone use boxing skills like you. So today, you use it in front of me and I have a look."
Without hesitation, Feng Mian clenched his fist. Layers of golden light spread slowly.
The meridians on the wrist are completely wrapped by Qi Jin, the fist is like a tiger, and the momentum is like a rainbow.
With one punch, the rockery in front of him trembled slightly, then calmed down in an instant.
Feng Mian frowned and was shocked: "Why is this happening? Although my Thirty-Six Tiangang Fist has not yet exerted its strongest power, my punch has a full five or six points of strength, and it is actually unable to shake a rockery!
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"What does this mean? You're still not good at it!"
Old Man Chu stepped forward and walked around Feng Mian: "Boy, your boxing skills and this set of spiritual martial arts skills are very exquisite. And the skills on your body, if they work together perfectly, they can be perfect."
The conversation changed: "However, the only shortcoming is that your strength is still too weak, and you have not exerted one-tenth of the power of the Thirty-Six Tiangang Fist. The other is your change of state of mind."
He looked at Old Man Chu with a questioning look: "Teacher, please give me detailed advice!"
Nodding, Old Man Chu was so serious for the first time: "Although I can't understand all the subtleties of your boxing technique, it should be beyond the heaven level. But I know that you were too casual with that punch just now."
Looking intently at the rockery, Feng Mian stepped forward. The aura in his whole body was mobilized. Then it quickly gathered on his fists. The technique of the Ming Dynasty King's Golden Body Art caused him to be wrapped in a ball of golden light.
The punch is like a dragon, punching out with both fists at the same time.
The fist shadows gathered in the middle, and the two qi energy hit the center of the rockery without any deviation.
Unexpectedly, Feng Mian's expression changed completely. Because the rockery still showed no trace of damage despite such heavy blows. Apart from trembling, there was not even the slightest bit of damage.
"This is impossible! Why is this happening!"
Feng Mian was well aware of the power of this punch. If he had been an opponent, at that moment, at least his ribs would have been broken. There was just a pile of rocks in front of him, why was it so strong?
"Boy, you still don't understand. This is the first lesson I'm teaching you, so pay attention!"
Next, Chu Qingtian slowly raised his hand, using the same move as Feng Mian. He clenched the fist of his right hand casually, and the energy on his arm exploded. He punched out, the energy surged majestic, and a fist hole appeared on the rockery.
"Do you see it clearly? Do you understand it? Why are the powers you and I do so completely different?"
Silent, Feng Mian almost fell into self-doubt. Why did his fist seem to have no power at all? He had obviously exerted almost all his strength.
"I know what you are going to say. I have observed the way you punch several times before.
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Mode."
Stepping up to Feng Mian, Old Man Chu held his arm.
"Your Thirty-Six Tiangang Fist is of a very high level, and actually has many changes. But because of this, your current strength is not worthy of this level of spiritual martial arts. Do you understand what I mean?"
With a sigh, Old Man Chu continued: "First, the skills on your body are matched with the spiritual martial arts, so your aura becomes very special. Every time, it is unexpected, making it impossible for the other party to react quickly."
Feng Mian quietly understood that the mysterious man had said before that Thirty-Six Tiangang Fist seemed simple and only required punching. But the simpler something is, the harder it is to understand its true essence.
"Secondly, what you have experienced so far are only opponents like Cloud City and Shengtian Academy Branch. Even if you went on missions before, you have not encountered any truly powerful opponents."
After a moment, Feng Mian stared at the rockery. He seemed to understand: "What the teacher means is that I am limited by myself. The performance of the Thirty-Six Tiangang Fist may seem very powerful, but in fact it has not exerted one-tenth of its power."
strength."
Reaching out and taking out the gourd, Mr. Chu took a few sips with a headache: "Your fist only has a fist shape now, but no punching intention. Think about your most powerful punch, when was it?"
Scenes kept flashing through his mind, and suddenly, Feng Mian's eyes suddenly opened.
The golden energy in his fist surged wildly, and he quickly punched out without any hesitation.
The fist shadows dispersed in front of him, and then quickly gathered together. They brought up a golden beam of light and blasted towards the rockery.
With this punch, a mark finally appeared on the rockery, but it was still very shallow.
"Ask yourself, what are you thinking about when you punch?"
Feng Mian stared at the rockery blankly: "When I returned to the Yuncheng Branch of Shengtian College, I was only thinking about finding the antidote for my father. So in desperation, I had no scruples at all, and the attack was a fatal blow."
Raising his brows, Old Chu finally raised a smile on his lips: "It's interesting. This is the fundamental reason. If your punches are meaningless, then they won't have any power at all. The important thing is not the punch, but the intention!"
Taking a step forward, Feng Mian inspected the traces on the rockery.
After taking a closer look, I realized that this rockery was not ordinary. It was secretly covered with dense runes. These runes seemed to be able to absorb a large part of the impact, which was why it was so easy to shake.
"Boy, you continue to practice, and I will take a nap first. Remember, in this imperial capital, if you don't have absolute strength, you will be unable to move forward."
Old Man Chu actually found a shady place and fell asleep directly.
Shaking his head helplessly, Feng Mian did not dare to neglect. He put on his posture and blasted towards the rockery in circles.
Every time he punches, you can see runes flashing, quickly absorbing and dissolving his power.
Bursts of muffled sounds came and went as Feng Mian repeated an action here.
As time passed, he felt a numb feeling on his fists and arms. The back of his hands was already bloody, but the golden light of the Golden Body Art was quickly repairing it.
About two hours later, Feng Mian was sweating profusely, and the clothes on his body were already wet with water.
His fists were clenched, a crackling sound came from the meridians of his arms, and he finally threw the last punch.
Bang! Bang!
A force of rebound struck, and Feng Mian's figure flew backwards and hit the ground.
He was paralyzed on the spot, his limbs stretched out.
At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers: "I can't do it anymore! If I continue like this, I will die!"
But in a blink of an eye, I looked at the rockery in front of me, but there was only one piece missing.
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It's just a small piece, and you can't see it unless you look carefully. It's obvious that these two hours of practice have not had a great effect.
Just when Feng Mian's eyelids were heavy and he was drowsy, he instinctively opened his eyes, reacted almost subconsciously, and quickly backed away, barely avoiding the attack coming from the front door.
Before he could react, another palm struck from the right side.
Feng Mian stomped his steps, and his aura spread out around him. A gleam flashed in his eyes.
Tiangang Fist is ready to go, with pure energy flowing around the fist.
Aiming at the attack in front of him, he punched out like a dragon and shot out explosively.
Boom!
Facing Hong head-on, Feng Mian's fist strength was like the shadow of a golden dragon, spreading out in the middle.
Layers of diffusion spread, and golden light pillars emerged all around, surrounding Chu Qingtian.
With his eyes widened, Feng Mian was delighted: "Unknowingly, I was actually allowed to punch three times!"
But there was no time to be happy. Chu Qingtian stood in the center of the golden light fist and waved his hand casually.
The golden light column was easily broken like a bubble, and then completely dissolved.
"Don't be too happy too early. You can only barely pass this first class. The three-fold punching pressure still only has the form and no fundamental thing. When you can realize the meaning of the punch, you will take another step forward.
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After the words fell, Feng Mian suddenly took a step forward. The energy in his hand flowed, and he hit the rockery hard again. This punch, he did not hold back, and the shadow of the fist gathered in half a second.
The rockery shook violently, and the entire house shook with it.
The next moment, the sound of rapid footsteps came from all around the house, and then there was a voice of scolding: "Someone breaks into the City Lord's Mansion, take it down immediately!"
Turning around to look, Feng Mian found that Old Chu had disappeared without a trace.
Feng Mian: "..."
Without hesitation, Feng Mian dodged, avoiding the sight of many guards, and entered a room.
"Who are you...wuwu..."
The woman was shocked, but before she could call for help, Feng Mian covered her mouth with her hands.
"Girl, I don't have any ill intentions, I just don't want to make things complicated."
Hearing this, the woman in his arms suddenly stopped moving.
He lowered his head in confusion, and a flash of surprise flashed in both eyes: "It's you!"
The two quickly let go and faced each other.
Feng Mian whispered: "I remember you said that your name is Qianyun. Why are you here? What kind of place is this?"
A touch of excitement flashed across Qianyun's pretty face, and then a blush appeared: "Sir, it's you! Qianyun has been looking for you for a long time, but I didn't expect to meet you here. This is the city lord's mansion, and I am the city lord's youngest daughter.
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There are such coincidences in the world. The woman Feng Mian rescued in Qingfeng City, an ordinary girl with no cultivation, turned out to be the daughter of the lord of the imperial capital. The world is really small.
"Sir, why did you come to my city lord's mansion? And why do you do this?"
Her beautiful eyes swept over Feng Mian's body, only to see that he was still sweating and looked miserable.
"It's a long story, but Qianyun, I really didn't mean to break into the city lord's mansion. It was really an unintentional move and there was no malice. Since you are the young lady here, is it okay..."
At this time, the guard's voice came from outside the door: "Ms. Qianyun, did you see anyone suspicious passing by? There is an unidentified person in the house. We are searching. Please open the door and let me wait for confirmation."
Turning her beautiful eyes, Qianyun signaled Feng Mian to be silent: "Sir, of course Qianyun believes in you. Just leave it to me to handle the rest."