"Smelting blood?" Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows. In the past, he only knew about warriors, but this was the first time he heard such a term.
Old Zhou nodded and said: "The biggest difference between warriors and ordinary people is that blood energy. Whether it is external refining of moves or internal breathing refining, the ultimate goal is to smelt blood energy and transform it into energy! Only by practicing blood energy can we
But only when you have touched the threshold of martial arts can you be called an unqualified warrior."
"Otherwise, no matter how proficient you are in your boxing skills and how strong your strength is, as long as you don't develop your bleeding power, you will always be considered an ordinary person and have no chance of winning against a warrior."
"After practicing the blood power, if you can go a step further and control the blood power to circulate throughout the body, reaching the level of being able to carry a cauldron with a light weight, and being able to carry a ashigaru army... you can be regarded as a third-rate warrior."
"It is said that from third-rate warriors to first-rate warriors, they are essentially all different ways of using their blood energy. At the first-rate level, their blood energy is like a rainbow and can defeat thousands of armies... As for whether this is really the case, I don't know."
Jiang Ming frowned and said, "What about the first-class queen?"
"Hahaha..." Old Zhoutou couldn't help but laugh and said: "Brother Ming really dares to think that a first-class warrior is already a top figure in Dayun Mansion, why can't he still catch your eye?"
Jiang Ming smiled: "I'm just curious."
"Just becoming a warrior is enough to consume a lot of people's lifetime efforts, and there is not even one person who joins the stream... And the one who surpasses the warrior is the only one in ten thousand." Old Zhoutou said with sighing eyes.
"Then what?" Jiang Ming blinked.
"Then... I don't know anymore." Lao Zhoutou said angrily: "I'm not a big shot. To know these things is considered well-informed."
"Let's get started, Purple Qi is coming from the east... It's a good time to practice martial arts." Lao Zhoutou took off his shirt and moved to warm up. On his thin and old torso, there were actually muscles swimming like earthworms.
"It seems that even if a warrior's blood energy has declined, he is not comparable to ordinary people..." Jiang Ming thought to himself, if it weren't for the hidden illness in Old Zhou's head, Old Scar would have to lower his head and call Master Zhou.
"The first position, Tiger Sitting on the Mountain..." Lao Zhoutou squatted slightly, his legs nailed to the spot like iron rods: "This is the fundamental technique of Fuhu Fist. Whether you practice it well or not will determine your final achievement.
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At this moment, Lao Zhoutou seemed to be one with the earth. He could remain unmoved even in the violent wind and rain.
Jiang Ming did not follow the gestures, but tried hard to remember Lao Zhoutou's movements and try to understand the gesture.
"It's like an upgraded version of the squatting horse stance, training the lower body and core strength..." Jiang Ming said secretly, this is indeed a crucial step.
About a quarter of an hour later, Old Man Zhou finished the external training moves of Fuhu Fist. There were twenty-four moves in total. The first twelve moves were all training techniques, and the last twelve moves were fighting techniques. They were wide open, big close, and fierce.
Deadly and as powerful as a tiger.
"It's a pity that this Fuhu Fist is too strong and can easily hurt the body." Old Zhoutou stopped panting: "Brother Ming, when you practice boxing, you must not be greedy and rush forward. Before you sense the blood...every time
You can only practice three times a day at most.”
"How long does it take to sense blood energy?" Jiang Ming asked.
Only by sensing the blood energy can you practice the internal breathing method.
"If you are lucky... it will take three to five years. If you are not lucky, it will be a lifetime." Old Zhoutou said with a faint look: "I spent eight years sensing blood energy and ten years refining blood energy to practice blood strength... I was extremely lucky.
If you want to become a martial artist, now think about it, what’s the use? Do you know why I want to stop you from learning martial arts?”
Jiang Ming suddenly became speechless. No wonder few people in Pingan Town learn martial arts. Practicing martial arts consumes energy and money, but the possibility of eventually becoming a martial artist is extremely slim. It is not something that the poor can afford.
"I don't know...how long will it take me?" Jiang Ming thought to himself.
Naturally, he is not afraid of harming his body, so there is no need to pay attention to the limit of three times a day...
Lao Zhoutou finally said suddenly: "Of course, if supplemented with tonic medicines such as golden ginseng and red blood vine, the progress of martial arts training will be much faster."
"Besides that, there are the secret martial arts medicines... The auxiliary martial arts medicines refined by the martial arts halls in the city can speed up the induction of blood energy. If Brother Ming has enough money, he can ask the gentlemen who purchase medicinal materials..."
Jiang Ming's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for the tip. I'll try it again for you to see. If there's anything wrong, please tell me."
As he spoke, he recalled Lao Zhoutou's movements and practiced each move.
Old Zhoutou chuckled, and while chewing the golden and crispy cicada monkey, he carefully watched Jiang Ming's moves...
He is willing to say so much because Jiang Ming, a junior, really has an appetite for him. He was once a martial artist after all, and Old Scar was polite to him. If it were someone else who came to learn martial arts, how could he be so dedicated...
As he looked at it, Lao Zhoutou's eyes were filled with surprise.
Although Jiang Ming's moves are very slow and he looks like a novice at first glance, his movements are very standard and there is a sense of power in his movements.
"Okay!" Lao Zhoutou clapped his hands and praised: "Brother Ming, you are much better than me back then..."
Jiang Ming rolled his eyes in his heart. I have been practicing boxing for a month or two and have laid the foundation for such a long time. If I am not as good as you before, wouldn't it be in vain?
In the following days, I practiced martial arts and ate every day. When I got tired of practicing, I went into the mountains to collect herbs...
Before I knew it, more than a month had passed.
The autumn wind is bleak, bringing up the fallen leaves all over the sky, and Yunmeng Mountain is already covered with golden autumn clothes.
Deep in the mountains, 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, got it!"
Jiang Ming used a medicinal sickle to cut off a red vine as thick as his little finger and showed a satisfied smile.
Pick lush leaves in spring, red flowers in summer, roots in autumn, dead flowers in winter...
The medicinal materials are different in each season, and now is the time to pick red blood vine.
Ever since Lao Zhoutou mentioned those medicines that were very beneficial to martial arts training, Jiang Ming shifted his focus to these medicines.
Gu Gu Gu~
On the top of the cliff, a plump white rabbit poked its head and cheered for Jiang Ming to collect the medicine.
"Hahaha, you are indeed my lucky star!" Jiang Ming climbed up the cliff and rubbed the rabbit's head: "Mr. Bai, I will take you to eat something delicious and spicy tonight... If I, Jiang Ming, can eat it in one bite, I will never
It will make you hungry."
Late at night, in a cave.
In an earthen pot, various medicinal materials such as red blood vine, golden ginseng, and toadstool mushrooms were simmered on a small fire. Jiang Ming was lying on the ground beside him, with light shining in his eyes.
"The distance sensing energy and blood is just one step away. Try again tomorrow!"
In the past few days, I have been able to vaguely feel the energy 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 using various medicines, but he did not expect that his progress would be so fast.
"Perhaps this is the difference between quantitative changes leading to qualitative changes. The difference between practicing only three times a day and practicing more than ten times a day. You can't just use addition and subtraction to calculate..."
"Just wait until tomorrow!" He said calmly, closed his eyes and fell asleep...