"There is no separation between medicine and martial arts?" Of course Jiang Ming had heard of this statement, but he only had a superficial understanding of it. He immediately clasped his fists and said, "Please make it clear to Mr. Feng."
"There is no separation between medicine and martial arts. The superficial meaning is naturally easy to understand. Medicine and martial arts are interlinked. Martial arts strengthens the body, while medicine nourishes the body. Different paths lead to the same goal. No one can live without the other!"
Pharmacist Feng stroked his beard and continued: "To go deeper, what is practiced in martial arts? It is blood... But you martial arts students are all rough people. You only know how to practice according to the techniques. How can you understand?
What is the true principle behind the movement of blood energy? If you don’t understand blood energy, your progress will naturally be slow and your blood energy will be wasted when you practice.”
Jiang Ming was startled. What Feng Yaoshi said was right... Although the Oxhide Tiger Bone Jue is a method that directly leads to the second-rate martial arts, the description of blood energy is only hazy and can only rely on the martial arts practitioner's own exploration and perception.
Even though Jiang Ming is now a third-rate warrior and can control blood energy to circulate throughout his body, this operation is extremely rough. Every time he condenses blood energy, a large amount of blood energy is consumed...
Pharmacist Feng said: "The basis for doctors to treat people is to regulate blood Qi. When blood Qi is in order, all diseases will be cured... Doctors have seen countless patients, and their research on blood Qi is much more sophisticated than that of you warriors!"
"If during martial arts training, a doctor with excellent medical skills can help with guidance and regulate blood energy, it may be more useful than drinking the secret medicine for martial arts training..."
Jiang Ming's eyes lit up, and he seemed to understand something vaguely: "Then you..."
Pharmacist Feng shook his head repeatedly: "I'm just an old man who knows how to make medicine, but I don't understand these things. I only heard what he said when I played chess with Old Man Sun from Jishi Hall next door."
"He usually doesn't teach these things to others, but he likes Zuixianlou's roast chicken and old rice wine the most..." Pharmacist Feng said with a wink.
Jiang Ming was stunned for a moment, then said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Feng, for your advice!"
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The next day, Jiang Ming queued at Zuixianlou from morning to noon, and finally spent one tael of silver to buy two portions of the signature roast chicken and old rice wine.
"So damn dark!"
Thinking that a meal in Lao Jiangtou's tavern only cost a few coppers, Jiang Ming couldn't help but complain.
But for the sake of his own martial arts, what does a mere amount of money mean... Jiang Ming comforted himself, first gave one copy to Feng Yaoshi, and then quickly walked to the Jishi Hall next door with the other one.
In the Jishi Hall, medicine cabinets are spread out all over the wall, and two medicine boys are busy sorting out medicinal materials.
The smell of various herbs hit his face, which made Jiang Ming feel nostalgic...
As soon as Jiang Ming stepped into the front hall, an old voice sounded: "Huh? Who brought the roast chicken from Zuixianlou?"
Behind the counter, a plump old man with white hair and a childlike face jumped up from the recliner, twitched his nose twice, and stared straight at the thing in Jiang Ming's hand.
"Excuse me...but Doctor Sun?" Jiang Ming looked at the fat old man in front of him, slightly cupped his hands and said, "I am from Liehu Village..."
"Are you the Jiang Ming that Old Man Feng was talking about?" Dr. Sun's expression changed, and he immediately lay back angrily: "Damn old Feng, I pushed him over here before I even agreed..."
Only then did Jiang Ming know that Doctor Feng had already greeted Doctor Sun in advance. It seemed that if it weren't for Doctor Feng, most people wouldn't be able to invite Doctor Sun.
"I owe you a favor..." Jiang Ming sighed in his heart, and could only find an opportunity to repay it in the future.
"Gudong~"
The sound of swallowing suddenly sounded, and Dr. Sun sat up again in embarrassment, muttering: "Sooner or later, I have to give him a beating, otherwise he will cause trouble for me..."
"What are you still doing? Come to the backyard... put down your things!" Dr. Sun said angrily. He walked to the backyard first and sat at a stone table in the yard.
Jiang Ming hurriedly followed, put the things on the table, and stood aside respectfully. Since he came to ask for advice, he naturally had to behave appropriately.
Knowledge is always noble, humility is never too much...
Old man Sun carelessly opened the oil paper wrapping the roast chicken, poured himself a full bowl of rice wine, ate and drank as if no one else was around, and then pointed at Jiang Ming with a greasy finger:
"Try your cowhide tiger bone technique again and let me see..."
"yes!"
Jiang Ming hurriedly said and began to practice Qiquan in the courtyard.
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"Please give me some advice from Dr. Sun!" Jiang Ming said seriously. Although he concealed his martial arts skills, he believed that his boxing skills were flawless.
Dr. Sun glanced at him and said calmly: "No matter what level you are, if you punch like this... you can only achieve seven points of effect at most."
"Why?"
"If you and I suffer from the same disease, can we prescribe the same dose of medicine?" Dr. Sun asked, holding his bones.
"Of course not. You and I are different in age, fat and thin..." Jiang Ming said subconsciously, and then a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and he seemed to understand.
Dr. Sun nodded: "The same is true for martial arts training. The boxing techniques Guan Feng teaches you are based on his body. You can draw a rough picture by copying a cat and a tiger, but it is not a boxing technique suitable for you. The blood will not flow smoothly and it will become worse over time.
disease……"
"There is also the breathing method, which is not an immutable truth. Some people can hold a stick of incense in one breath, and some people can only hold a few breaths..."
Doctor Sun babbled: "Martial arts methods are all created by people, and the most suitable one is only the founder... And what I want to teach you is how to make the martial arts methods you practice more suitable for your body.
Even if the fit is not as good as that of the founder, it is still much better than your random practice now..."
"Guan Feng, that vulgar and reckless man, can't teach you these things!" Dr. Sun spat out a chicken bone and snorted: "It was not thanks to my guidance that he was able to enter the second-rate class back then..."
"Doctor Sun is amazing..." Jiang Ming praised without hesitation.
"Fight again, slower. I will first pick out the major flaws in your moves based on your body shape. After the modifications are completed, I will teach you how to recuperate your blood..." Dr. Sun waved his hand.
Jiang Ming immediately stood still and continued to box, while Doctor Sun stood aside and began to give careful instructions...
It wasn't until evening that Jiang Mingcai said goodbye and left with a full harvest. He felt that what he had gained in this afternoon was even as much as he had practiced for a month.
"The methods of martial arts are ever-changing, but there is only one foundation, and that is blood and energy. If the blood and energy are in harmony, all methods can be used..." Jiang Ming said to himself.
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Time flies by, spring leaves are luxuriant, summer flowers are blooming...
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ming has stayed at Hunting Tiger Villa for three months.
In the backyard of Jishi Hall, Jiang Ming was performing the Cowhide Tiger Bone Boxing Technique. His limbs were stretched like flowing clouds and flowing water, full of the beauty of strength, as if this boxing technique was tailor-made for him.
"Boy, I really have nothing to teach you..." Lao Suntou gnawed on the chicken leg and shook his head: "After all, I am not a real warrior. From now on, it will be up to you."
Jiang Ming withdrew his fist and stood up, bowing and saying, "Thank you so much, Doctor Sun!"
Dr. Sun waved his hand: "No need to thank you. The chicken drumsticks and wine in the past few months are worth dozens of taels of silver. Even if you are serious, you are not like the stingy Guan Feng who dared to take the fake food from the stall."
The wine fooled me..."
"Eh? Why didn't I think of that?" Jiang Ming's eyes lit up, and when he saw Doctor Sun preparing to fight, he immediately ran away.
Returning to Liehu Village, Jiang Ming also began to think about the next path.
In the past few months, under the guidance of Dr. Sun, Jiang Ming has modified almost every move of the Cowhide Tiger Bone Technique. In practice, he has gotten twice the result with half the effort. On the surface, he is already a "senior blood-sensing" martial artist comparable to Fang Lie.
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Of course, his real strength has also improved by leaps and bounds, and his control over blood energy has become more sophisticated. In the past, the blood energy smelted from the whole body's blood energy could only be used up after three or four hits. Now, under subtle control, he can hit nine times.
Tao, the strength has almost doubled...
"But in the future, we can only rely on hard work to improve. It should be difficult to make such a drastic improvement unless we step into the second-rate realm..."
Jiang Ming shook his head. It was so difficult for a second-rate warrior. There were only a few people in the Hunting Tiger Village.
If you stay any longer, there will be no opportunity for breakthrough and it will just be a waste of time...
Sorry, there is only one chapter today. My brain is too tired. I typed it out and deleted it. I am not satisfied no matter how I write it. I don’t want to write a bunch of stuff to make up for it...