In the small green brick courtyard, Lu Qingfeng looked at Jiang Ming who was practicing boxing, and for a moment he seemed to have forgotten that he had to go out.
After a while, Jiang Ming finished a set of boxing, stood up, and asked with a smile: "Uncle Lu, how do you think of my boxing?"
Only then did Lu Qingfeng come back to his senses, his eyes full of wonder, and he said: "Although Brother Yan's boxing skills are ordinary, his aura is beyond that of many young people I have seen. Compared with those who are immersed in martial arts in the city,
I am afraid that the old warriors will not be left behind."
"Are you a warrior?" Lu Qingfeng asked tentatively. He didn't believe that a person who could perform such a set of boxing skills could be an ordinary person.
"That's right!" Jiang Ming nodded with a smile, and then sighed: "But now I'm a little troubled, and I can't see the way forward."
Jiang Ming told the truth. After all, after establishing the foundation of martial arts, he found that the way forward was almost cut off and it was difficult to continue on.
If not, he would not have made up his mind to stay in this small Qingshui City...
Lu Qingfeng looked understanding and nodded like a veteran: "It's normal for young people to be distressed. You must persevere. Brother Yan will definitely achieve great achievements in the future..."
"Hey, I just couldn't persevere, and in the end I had to set up a street stall." Lu Qingfeng stretched his arms and kicked his legs, looking like a joke.
However, Jiang Ming could tell that the old man seemed to be joking, but deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a hint of loneliness and complexity, but he just didn't want to show it.
"Stop bragging, Old Lu...you didn't even sense blood back then!" Lu Xiaoyu walked out of the house and exposed his grandfather mercilessly.
"Then why didn't you sense it?" Lu Qingfeng was exposed, and he immediately blew his beard and stared.
"Huh, this girl is just laying it on her head..." Lu Xiaoyu said without blushing. Before Lu Qingfeng hit her butt with a wooden spoon, he jumped and ran out of the yard, screaming.
Lu Qingfeng looked at Jiang Ming and hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he suppressed the impulse and silently pushed the wooden cart out to set up a stall.
Jiang Ming didn't take it seriously. After closing his eyes and resting and thinking for a moment, he continued to play another set of boxing techniques. They seemed to be ordinary boxing techniques, but they were all integrated with his understanding of martial arts, trying to integrate and consolidate what he had learned over the past two hundred years.
The foundation of martial arts.
The so-called foundation-building realm, the most important thing is to build a solid foundation, focusing on precipitation and accumulation, which is the cornerstone of the future road, whether it is the immortal way or the martial arts. The stronger the foundation-building foundation, the better you can walk on this road in the future
Higher and farther...
After a while, Lu Xiaoyu sneaked back, stole the iron sword from the room and ran out. Jiang Ming just pretended not to see him and went about his own business.
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As the days passed, Jiang Ming's life in this small mortal town gradually became stable, and he understood why the grandfather and grandson were busy every day.
In this Qingshui City, the only way to get ahead is to become a warrior.
The martial arts skills here do not seem to be rare. They have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years. Many people have bits and pieces of martial arts skills. Although most of them are not advanced skills, it is absolutely impossible for a third-rate warrior to practice them.
That’s enough for most people….
But practicing martial arts is not easy. It requires a lot of meat to supplement nutrition. Especially in this remote and barren town, it is difficult for the poor to have enough resources to support martial arts training. Only a few forces such as the Black Horse Gang can train warriors at any cost.
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And Old Man Lu wakes up early every day and works hard at night just to save some money and buy monster meat from the black horse gang that can nourish the body so that his granddaughter can smoothly sense blood...
But Lu Xiaoyu didn't want her grandfather to work too hard. Every day after work, she practiced swordsmanship and martial arts in the mountains and forests outside the city, trying to sense the blood and energy with this hard training.
However, Old Man Lu was afraid that Lu Xiaoyu would damage his body through such training, so he always objected. Lu Xiaoyu could not resist, so he could only practice secretly outside the city...
Jiang Ming would also give Lu Xiaoyu some pointers on her practice after dinner, and by the way, he taught her the "Fuhu Fist" that he had improved.
Back then in the mortal world, the first serious martial arts technique he practiced was Fuhu Fist, but it was only one
The incomplete method is extremely harmful to the body through excessive practice. Later, after Jiang Ming improved it, it will no longer hurt the body, and it has a great auxiliary effect in improving blood energy and sensing blood energy.
There are some small flaws... if you practice too much and consume too much energy, you will be extremely hungry. However, the damage to the body is almost gone, so this small flaw is nothing.
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"Brother Yan, this Fuhu Fist you taught me is really powerful. After practicing it, my strength seems to be getting stronger day by day."
On this day, Lu Xiaoyu ran home and said happily.
Jiang Ming was stunned for a moment. He is powerful. After all, I have established a solid foundation in martial arts and improved a novice-level technique. I can't just pinch it with my hands...
But...it's probably not that powerful. I've only been practicing for a few days, and I'm getting stronger day by day.
"How many times do you practice a day?" Jiang Ming suddenly remembered something and asked.
"When I'm busy at work, I don't have much time left, so I can only practice five or six times!" Lu Xiaoyu looked blank: "When I'm not busy, I must have practiced more than ten or twenty times. I didn't count carefully..."
"Did you eat any tonic food like monster meat during the journey?"
"Where is the meat? It would be nice to have a few bites of dry biscuits!" Lu Xiaoyu said speechlessly.
"This..." Jiang Ming was suddenly shocked.
In his estimation, an ordinary person would be exhausted after practicing this new version of Fuhu Fist three or four times...
He looked at Lu Xiaoyu in confusion, "What's the matter with you, little girl?"
"Did I meet the child of destiny?"
Jiang Ming couldn't understand. He pressed on Lu Xiaoyu's shoulder and circulated the spiritual power in her body, but he didn't see anything abnormal. However, this girl's body was indeed much stronger than before she practiced Fuhu Fist.
"The qualifications for cultivating immortals are indeed average. Does this little girl have any incredible martial arts qualifications? However, I don't have the magic formula to detect the martial arts qualifications..."
Jiang Ming was extremely curious about Lu Xiaoyu's situation, but now there was nothing he could do.
However, given Lu Xiaoyu's condition, there is definitely something wrong with her physique...
"With such a strange physique, if I continue on the martial arts path, I might be able to reach an unimaginable level in the future..."
"This... this is barely reasonable!" Jiang Ming pretended to be calm and patted her shoulder: "But it's still far from enough. Keep practicing hard. Maybe one day, you will be able to sense blood energy..."
"Okay!" Lu Xiaoyu was full of fighting spirit. He held up the iron sword and danced it twice in the courtyard, and then quickly threw it into the corner of the house.
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More than two months later, Lu Xiaoyu suddenly felt the blood energy.
"you……"
When Lu Qingfeng heard Lu Xiaoyu's confession, his mind didn't turn around for a moment.
I didn't master my own martial arts skills... but instead practiced other people's skills and sensed the blood?