284 [Things about me working in large-scale simulation scenes]
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Tang Hu looked confused, not sure what his childhood friend meant. "Isn't the first level of learning martial arts just training!"
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and patted his forehead.
"Snapped--"
Then, he said with a hint of annoyance.
"Look at my memory. Brother Zhao, your family has been collecting medicinal herbs for generations, not an Orion family."
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Do you think you are very humorous?
"Stop laughing, talk about it."
He Zhao waved his hand, indicating to the other party to continue.
"Brother, what do you think is the first thing you need to learn martial arts?"
"Body!"
If he were an ordinary person, he would probably talk about his family background, his master, etc. But he is not a newbie who has just entered the world. He has seen through the essence of it long ago after simulating it hundreds of times.
"Yes, when my father asked me about it, I immediately said talent. He told me that it's not wrong, but it's just too far away from ordinary people.
If you want to practice martial arts as a basic condition, you must have a good physique. Otherwise, if you practice forcefully, your body will be depleted and you will be left with countless hidden injuries. In the worst case, you will be disabled and ruined for the rest of your life.
Therefore, the first level of martial arts training is training. It is taken from the meaning of beating the body and tempering the will. During this period, there are four meals a day, including stewed meat.
In addition, you need to prepare stone locks. Every day, you either practice routines or lift stone locks to exercise your strength. When you become proficient in the routines, you can lift a three hundred kilogram stone lock a hundred times and it will be done.
In the past two years, I rarely left home and just kept exercising at home. I would get up to box when the rooster crowed, and I would stop to rest at dawn. After dinner, I kept lifting stone locks. A few days ago, I lifted three hundred kilograms of stone locks one hundred times in a row.
My father said that my talent is better than when he was a child. It took him three years to barely lift a hundred times."
Tang Hu seemed to have found someone to show off to, rolling up his sleeves to show off his two thick, muscular arms.
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Damn it, are you stimulating me?
Having said that, four meals a day include stew and meat.
I can’t do it!!
Over and over again, the same old saying remains - poverty.JPG.
"What about the next level?"
"Hey, Brother Zhao. Fortunately, I asked, otherwise I would have been stumped by you. If you are successful in training, you will be beaten." Hearing this, the little friend had a smile on his face.
"beat?"
"That's right, I took out the medicinal oil prepared in advance and applied it to the skin all over my body. Someone else beat it with a wooden stick to inject all the medicinal properties into the body bit by bit and spread it.
Over time, my whole body becomes like a diamond. While my strength increases greatly, my ability to resist blows also increases dramatically. When I fight with others, my strength doubles."
Good guy, just torture yourself.
"What is medicinal oil?"
"Let me tell you."
Faced with new questions, Tang Yuankui spoke.
"The so-called medicinal oil is actually a special medicinal liquid for tempering the body. Each martial art, boxing gym, and medicinal oil have different effects. However, most of them can slightly strengthen the body, and need to be supplemented by hitting with a short stick to achieve full effect.
The effect of medicine. Over time, this level was also called thumping by martial arts practitioners."
After a pause, he said again.
"In addition to strengthening the physical body, each medicated oil almost all has a different focus. For example, Xing Yimen, their medicated oil tends to greatly increase the ability to resist attacks.
Hitting them with ordinary fists and kicks is no different from scratching an itch on a child. Moreover, not to mention the injuries caused by the fists and kicks, even if they fall from two or three floors, as long as they are not head-first and the ground is as hard as stone, they can get up and follow.
It's just like everyone else.
Liuhemen, the rival of Xingyimen, uses medicinal oils that focus on flexible joints, improving sensitivity and perception of the outside world. Once a fight begins, it is slippery and dexterous, like a combination of a monkey and a loach.
Of course, medicated oil does not necessarily have to be used after successful training. In fact, for newcomers who are learning martial arts for the first time, applying some to the whole body while exercising will get twice the result with half the effort.
The only thing that is more uncomfortable is that people who are not rich cannot afford the expense of training. When I was young, I spent some time in the outer courtyard under Qingshan Gate.
At that time, there was a kid from a rich family who used a bottle of medicinal oil worth ten taels of silver to strengthen his body when he first entered the profession. His talent seemed to be ordinary, but with the help of the medicinal oil, he entered the profession three months earlier than me.
Disciple, complete your training ahead of schedule.
Although I feel jealous in my heart, I have to accept the reality. Three bottles of medicinal oil a day, calculated in a month, is a full nine hundred taels of silver. How can I compare with others?
Moreover, because he used a large amount of medicated oil when beating his body, he was extremely fast when beating the checkpoints. When I succeeded in training, he entered the inner courtyard early.
So, I became disheartened and left the Qingshan Gate Courtyard. I went home and followed my father, and together we went hunting in the mountains and forests. We married a wife and had children, until now."
After listening to Tang Yuankui's words, four big words flashed in He Zhao's mind - poor in literature and rich in martial arts.
Ancestor, please do not deceive me!
Nine hundred taels, a number that I could not even dream of in my previous life.
"Uncle Tang, can I ask, what is the next level of Beating?"
"Hey, what's wrong with you? It's just a pity that uncle, I only know it's called Yun Jin, and I don't know the reason behind it. But I can tell you something that I saw with my own eyes.
Half a month before I left Qingshan Gate, the young man from a wealthy family came to the outer courtyard. In front of dozens of junior fellow apprentices, he lightly stamped his palm on the stone.
At first, my idea was very simple, that's it. But I didn't expect it, someone knocked on the surface of the stone. After the bluestone cracked, I found that the inside was turned into powder.
Someone asked why this was so, and the other person smiled slightly and uttered one word - Jin! I think it must be the magical aspect of the luck level."
After listening to it, he couldn't help but recall the palm techniques in the "Eight Forms of Diamond" (remaining) at that time.
[Golden Silk Palm: The energy is concentrated in the palm, and when it touches the enemy, all the energy is blasted into it, destroying people's meridians and bones, and practicing Kung Fu by destroying horizontal lines. 】
'A palm technique that can only be used at the level of luck?'
"Okay, we can't continue talking. He boy, it's getting dark soon. It's not safe in the mountains. What's more, there's a big insect active. Go back to the village as soon as possible."
Tang Yuankui looked at the sun and reminded him loudly.
Although he himself has nothing to do with the Lao He family, after all, what relationship can a wealthy hunter have with a poor medicine man? But considering that he is his son's playmate, it is not impossible to give him a few words.
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"Thank you Uncle Tang for clarifying my doubts today."
Hearing this, the man named He nodded.
"I'm sorry about that. I was indeed reckless with that arrow just now." Yu Ling stepped forward and bent down to apologize, obviously realizing his mistake.
"It's okay, you didn't hurt me." He waved his hand, not caring.
"Great! He boy, after hunting the tiger, you come to me and I will teach you how to shoot an arrow. I don't have any skills at Lingbie. In terms of archery, I am at least second in Qingshan Village." The thirty-year-old hunter really has no ability.
Whatever you can do, you can only rely on your own pride.
Before the famous ruthless man could reply, the other party slapped his forehead, seemingly remembering something.
"I see that you have a lot of Chinese medicinal materials in your backpack, and some of them need to be picked by old mountain people without damage. Yesterday, I went to Yuzhitang to buy medicine, and there was a sign on their doorstep that they were recruiting old mountain people, and they would give three hundred yuan a day!
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"Um?"
After hearing this, He Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he clasped his hands in thanksgiving.
"Thank you."
"Hahaha, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I can help you."
The four people waved to each other and separated.
He arrived home successfully before dark.
Turn on the stove!
Ten pounds of corn and ten pounds of wild vegetables finally filled my stomach.
Lying on the shabby bed, thinking about what Yu Ling said this afternoon.
"Yu Zhidang."
A drug store recruits experienced herbalists for nothing more than picking herbs.
"I have to go take a look. If it's really what I think, it's better than going into the mountains alone to collect herbs."
As he spoke, he picked up the "Book of Herbal Medicine" that he had read countless times, and developed his proficiency level at the general level.
[Proficiency +1]
[Proficiency +1]
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In the early hours of the morning, he threw the books aside.
[Proficiency: 60 (rough), 10 (proficient)]
After settling down and preparing the medicine, I blew out the lights and went to sleep.
The skyline bloomed with a gleam of light.
Someone got up sleepily, relying on muscle memory, half asleep, walked to the three-legged table, stretched out his hand and inserted it.
"hiss--"
He shuddered suddenly, and his whole body suddenly became conscious.
[Stone Splitting Hand: 25%]
The strength has increased again, and the skin, muscles, and bones on the palms have all grown.
Wait until the liquid turns from black to white, then open the window and pour out the residue.
"Clang!"
Picking up the stone in the corner with one hand, there was a rhythmic snapping sound.
Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye.
"boom!"
The stone was returned to its place, and the stove was immediately started to cook.
With ten pounds of corn and ten pounds of wild vegetables, I ate enough and drank enough to wipe my mouth. After placing the stone-cracking medicinal materials, I went straight to Sichun City.
His strength, which was stronger than that of an ordinary adult, shortened the time it took him to travel by half.
After paying a penny, they lined up and entered the city through the small gate.
I casually asked a passerby the location of Yuzhitang, and rushed there in a hurry.
After a while, he came to a magnificent medicine shop.
This hall is more than five times larger than the Tongchun Hall that I visited a few days ago. Maybe I came a little early, and there were not many guests. There were only a few waiters, who were all chatting with each other while yawning.
In addition, there was an old gentleman sitting at the counter, looking drowsy.
At the door of the shop, there is a sign with the words written all over it.
[Recruiting old mountain people to collect herbs, they will be paid three hundred dollars a day, and they will take care of one meal in the evening.]
I don’t blame them for using vernacular, it’s really short and hard to read, and the mountain people can’t understand it.
How many poor people are literate these days?
Not to mention cultural literacy, naturally it is as simple as it comes.
"Buy medicine? Sell medicine?"
When a young boy saw the visitor, he immediately came forward and asked.
"Apply!"
"Apply for a job?"
The other person looked confused as to what applying for a job meant.
"Recruiting at the door."
"???"
The clerk's eyes widened. It clearly stated that we were recruiting experienced drug addicts. Why are you, a young man in his teens, just joining in the fun?
Of course, there were no harsh words.
"What we at Yuzhitang want is a veteran, you"
The rest of the words were not said, but the meaning was expressed clearly.
"Xiao Wu!"
"Mr. Fan."
The waiter bowed to the old gentleman in the hall.
"What's the matter? You're standing at the door and whining."
"Sir, he said he wanted to apply. But the sign says veteran"
Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Fan waved his hand to interrupt.
"Let him in."
It was early in the morning, and he happened to be quite bored, so he wanted to see which kid he belonged to.
The clerk immediately shut up and extended his hand to invite you.
He Zhao was not afraid and walked towards the inside with his legs raised.
"Do you want a job?"
"Um."
"Okay, I won't embarrass you. Did you see it? Pull it out, all the way to the tail, without any damage." Mr. Fan took out a medicine pot with several herbs planted in it.
[The root is thick, long conical, orange-red. The stem is upright and multi-branched. It tastes sweet, slightly bitter, and is warm in nature. It has the effects of stopping bleeding and blood stasis, reducing swelling and relieving pain, and is mainly used to treat bruises and injuries. 】
Hushan grass is said to be grass, but in fact it looks like a carrot. Moreover, the rhizome is tough, and if the soil is suitable, it can be pulled out with a little force.
However, generally those that grow on mountains have relatively hard ground, so they have to be pulled out little by little. In the middle, they have to be shaken back and forth to slowly loosen the soil.
He raised his hand and grasped the Hu Shancao. With a little force on his wrist, he pulled it out immediately.
The roots were stained with soil, but the whiskers on them were not damaged.
"Hey, he is very strong and uses his strength skillfully. He is an old mountain man." A look of surprise flashed in Mr. Fan's eyes, and then he praised with a smile.
The picking process seems simple, and the whole process takes less than one second. In fact, ordinary mountain people are really inferior to him, Xiao He.
He has successively upgraded "Monkey Steps" and "Eight Vajra Postures" from proficient to proficient, and has made great progress in terms of physical strength, strength, agility, etc.
In addition to the proficiency level of "Herb Collecting", a Hushan grass is really not a problem for him.
"Okay, Xiao Wu. You can lead him to the medicine field of our medicine gang. He is no worse than the old medicine people."
"yes."
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy hooked his hand at He Zhao, gesturing to follow him.
The two of them walked in tandem towards the outside of the city.
"We are going to one of the three major medicine fields of our medicine gang. Don't talk too much when we get there. The leader, Manager Xu, has a bad temper. If you get beaten, don't get angry and say nothing. People are looking at you.
If you don’t respond, you won’t cause trouble.”
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I work as a worker, get paid, and do two things?
Grandma, regardless of ancient times or modern times, oppression cannot be avoided!
"Guanshi Xu's sister is one of the concubines of the deputy leader of the Medicine Gang. If you take action, you will be beaten to death and no one will complain." Xiao Wu looked at him without saying a word and couldn't help but warn him again. For fear of the young man,
I don't know the seriousness, and my life was lost in vain because of my passion.
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After leaving the city and walking a few miles, I suddenly saw hundreds of people working hard in the endless medicinal fields.
"Isn't it spectacular? Our medicine gang has a good reputation in the north. It relies on the three major medicine fields, and the land in front of us is already the smallest. The other two fields are called big."
After saying that, he led him to the place where he was in charge.
"Xiao Wu, what are you doing here?" A bald man with a sturdy back and a strong back asked when he saw the young boy.
"Mr. Fan asked me to send someone here."
After Xiao Wu finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed at He Zhao behind him.
"he?"
"Sir, he said he is no worse than an old medicine man."
"OK."
The bald man waved his hand and summoned a group of helpers.
"Take it and go into the fields to work."
The man nodded, and headed to the medicine field with ruthless Zhao, who was ready to fix the bug and take shortcuts.
"In our field, there is a basket every five feet. Just put the picked Hushan grass into it. Later, someone will naturally come to carry it."
When the two arrived at their destination, they all pointed the way.
"Let's do it, three hundred coins a day. But there is one basket, and it must not be less than eight baskets. If it is less, there will be no wages."
How much more?
Didn’t say it!
"By the way, I almost forgot to ask, what is your name?"
"The surname is He and the given name is Zhao."
On the sign that the gang members put on the ground, they scrawled two words - He Zhao.
He looked at the gang members leaving after writing their names, bent down, grabbed the Hu Shancao, and pulled it out with all his strength.
"Um?"
It is much more difficult than growing it in a medicine pot in Yuzhitang.
Rock it back and forth to loosen the soil little by little.
In about thirty seconds, the complete herb was pulled out.
Two plants, three plants, four plants.
[Would you like to save 1 point of proficiency (proficiency)? 】
【whether】
"yes."
[Proficiency: 60 (rough), 11 (proficient)]
Isn’t it better than walking up the mountain in pain, blind cats running around and killing mice?
So, he was very motivated.
Five plants, six plants, seven plants.
Once you do it, it lasts all day.
It was getting dark, and there were people from the medicine gang beating gongs on the ground.
"It's over -"
There was a loud cry from the throat, and hundreds of working herbalists stopped what they were doing and returned.
There is a saying that when a person is in pain and happiness, he is reluctant to let go for a while.