After entering the tent, Zhao Shengli stamped his feet vigorously and laughed heartily. The three of them also laughed and shook their heads, all looking happy.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Boss Zhao, it's just a discussion, it's nothing."
Zhao Shengli laughed: "Haha, monk, you don't know that Yue Feihu is so annoying! ... He is domineering and doesn't look down on anyone, but he still has some abilities, which is really suffocating!"
Li Muchan smiled: "It's lucky that I won. Next time, it won't be so easy to beat him."
Zhao Shengli patted him on the shoulder and laughed and said: "Haha, you can defeat ten with one force. Monk, your strength is amazing!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I have no other ability, I just have strength."
Zhao Shengli waved: "Come on, Da Kun, Xiao Cai, Li Zi, let's try the strength of the monks!"
He asked Li Muchan to stop, and pushed his shoulders with both hands.
"Okay!" The other three were also very lively and stepped forward one after another and put their hands on Li Muchan's shoulders.
Zhao Shengli shouted: "Push——!"
The four of them pushed hard together, some pushing back, some pushing sideways, with different strengths. Li Muchan stood firmly, motionless, with a smile on his face.
The four of them were just joking at first, but later on, they didn't believe in evil and insisted on letting Li Muchan move. As a result, they were so tired that they couldn't do it.
"Oh..., no, no, forget it!" Zhao Shengli let go of his hand, gasped for air, and hummed: "Good boy, you are so strong!"
The other three people also let go and lay down on the couch one after another, shaking their heads and sighing.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I am born with magical power, but I can't help it. I am also baffled."
"Are your parents very strong?" Zhao Shengli asked.
Li Muchan shook his head: "It's not big, just ordinary."
Zhao Shengli said: "Then you must have eaten some treasure!"
Li Muchan laughed and shook his head. He didn't quite agree with this statement and laughed secretly. Without the twelve major jins, it would be impossible to develop such strength.
"Yue Feihu is also very strong. It will be unlucky for him to meet you!" Zhao Shengli lay on the couch, rolled a few times, and laughed again.
Feng Dakun also lay down and said in a deep voice: "Monk, you have to be careful in the future. This guy Yue Feihu is not honest and can do dirty tricks, so be careful!"
"That's right!" Cai Yuzhang nodded, wiped his face carefully with a towel, and said slowly: "According to his temper, he won't let it go."
Zhao Shengli suppressed his smile, sat on the couch, leaned his head and thought for a while, then slapped his thigh hard: "Monk, you shouldn't let it go this time. If you want to come, remember it hard and let him remember it for a long time!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Be polite first and then attack. Don't be in a hurry. Just take your time."
Zhao Shengli laughed: "Haha, the monk is not an honest boy!"
Li Muchan laughed and lay down on the couch. He felt comfortable all over. He hadn't been so tired for a long time. Only then could he realize how comfortable it was to lie down.
The next morning, Li Muchan got up early and ran with everyone on the martial arts field. He saw Yue Feihu in the team.
Wearing iron armor, Li Muchan felt a little awkward, not heavy, but a little stuffy, and there was a rusty smell.
Yue Feihu was wearing iron armor and an iron helmet. His expression was invisible, but his eyes were sharp and full of murderous intent, and he glanced over from time to time.
People did not laugh at Yue Feihu. Victory and defeat were common matters for military strategists. In the martial arts training field, there were naturally wins and losses, so there was no fuss.
After running for more than ten laps, everyone was exhausted and out of breath. Finally, Li Muchan returned to the tent and took off his armor. When he arrived next to the martial arts training ground, the old man in black robe was already waiting there.
We learned from Zhao Shengli and others that the old man in black robe was named Zhang Wen, and he was the chief instructor of the Xiaoqi Camp. He had a very high status, was of great importance, and was a person who could not be offended.
"Chief Instructor." Li Muchan stepped forward and gave a military salute.
Zhang Wen looked him up and down and said slowly: "Well, today you learn the Flying Bear Palm Technique. I will practice it twice, and you will learn it slowly."
"Yes." Li Muchan nodded.
Zhang Wen grabbed the skirt of his robe, tied it to his waist, and then slowly performed a set of palm techniques. His movements were slow and wobbly, like a black bear walking in the mountains.
This black bear stopped and walked, sometimes rubbing against trees, sometimes picking a few fruits with its paws, sometimes running, chasing prey, and finally lying down to rest lazily.
Li Muchan opened his eyes with force, and the illusion in front of him disappeared. It was still Zhang Wen, not the black bear.
Zhang Wen stopped, turned to look at him, and asked slowly: "Do you see clearly?"
Li Muchan said sheepishly: "General Teacher, I didn't see clearly. My eyes were dazzled just now, and I thought you were a black bear."
Zhang Wen's thick eyebrows moved, but his expression did not change. He said calmly: "Then look at it again."
"Yes." Li Muchan responded.
Zhang Wen performed it again. This time, Li Muchan suppressed his mind and stared at Zhang Wen's movements carefully, seeing that he was slow but agile, and looked a little clumsy. It ended quickly, and it was only twelve postures.
"Can you see clearly?" Zhang Wen turned around and asked.
Li Muchan nodded, stood up and practiced slowly. At the beginning, it was a little awkward and his movements were out of shape, but Zhang Wen's movements were imprinted in his mind, and he slowly corrected them, getting better and better every time he practiced.
Zhang Wen's requirements are very strict. There is no room for mistakes, and there is no room for mistakes. He learns one move after another, and he must be flawless before practicing the next move.
This morning, Li Muchan did not practice riding and archery skills, but practiced the Flying Bear Palm Technique.
However, Red Shadow was very restless in the stable, so Li Muchan let him out and let him play with other horses on the training ground, while he learned the flying bear palm technique from Zhang Wen on the sidelines.
In the morning, he practiced the four postures, and in the afternoon, he practiced sword skills. As for the spear technique, he needed to practice the spear stake first, and then he could officially practice the spear.
Among all the techniques, marksmanship is the most difficult, but also the most powerful. Everyone loves and hates marksmanship.
If you want to practice shooting, the first level is the gun stake. Hold the spear in one hand and hold it level. You need to hold on for an hour. If you can't do it, you are not qualified to practice marksmanship.
The second step is to practice strength. You need to be able to swing the gun body so that it can bend or tremble freely like a wooden pole. Otherwise, the gun will be like a stick, it can only be straight but not bent.
There is no hope in practicing shooting.
After passing these two levels, you can really start practicing shooting.
The sword technique is not so particular, it is easy to get started, but it is not easy to master it. With Li Muchan's strength, one sword strike is very powerful, several times more powerful than others.
In the afternoon, Zhang Jiaoxi had been standing next to Li Muchan, instructing him on his sword skills, seemingly wanting to train Li Muchan well.
Li Muchan understood that Zhang Jiaoxi had no selfish motives. Like all teachers, when he saw a good youngster, he always wanted to teach him well and make him successful.
Yue Feihu was located behind and to the left of him. Li Muchan could feel his murderous gaze, but he smiled slightly and pretended not to know.
For three days in a row, Li Muchan did four postures every day and finally mastered the Flying Bear Palm Technique. From now on, he only needs to practice it well without Zhang Wen's further guidance.
Li Muchan took the time and asked some questions.
Li Muchan asked: "Zhang Jiaoxi, this Flying Bear Palm technique only has moves and no other secrets?"
Zhang Wen shook his head: "Accurate moves are enough."
Li Muchan asked again: "Don't you have any mental method?"
Zhang Wen frowned and said slowly: "Have you ever practiced folk martial arts techniques?"
Li Muchan said: "I have seen it. It seems that all excellent martial arts are equipped with inner strength and mental methods."
Zhang Wen nodded and said calmly: "Military martial arts is different from folk martial arts. There is no need for mental techniques, only moves are enough."
Li Muchan frowned in deep thought and shook his head.
Zhang Wendao: "Martial arts and folk martial arts are completely different. They have always been like this and have been passed down to this day for their own reasons."
Li Muchan said: "General Teacher, they are both internal forces, so why are they completely different?"
Zhang Wen looked at him and said slowly: "I have been thinking about this issue for these years."
Li Muchan stared at him and urged him to continue. Zhang Wen thought for a while and said slowly: "In my opinion, the reason why the two kinds of inner energy do not blend together is because of the source problem."
"The source?" Li Muchan pondered, thoughtfully, and after a moment he said: "Practice essence to transform qi, doesn't qi come from self-ejaculation?"
Zhang Wen showed a rare smile: "It's rare for you to know this."
Li Muchan smiled sheepishly. It is indeed difficult for people in this world to know this, but in modern times, it is not difficult to know.
This is the secret of inner alchemy. In this world, martial arts is well developed, but its spread is extremely secretive. This secret is kept secret and unknown to ordinary people.
Zhang Wen looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back and said slowly: "In my opinion, there are two sources of qi, one is essence and the other is spirit, which results in different qi."
"Folk insiders need to meditate and adjust their breath, so that they can be transformed into Qi." Zhang Wen said.
Li Muchan was thoughtful and nodded slowly.
Zhang Wen continued: "Martial arts in the military are based on turning essence into qi... You don't have to use your heart and mind, as long as you practice the moves well, the inner qi will naturally form."
Li Muchan nodded again.
Zhang Wen suddenly realized, as if he was surprised that he had talked too much, and waved his hand: "Forget it, it's useless to talk about it, just practice hard."
After that, he turned and left.
Little did he know that these few words inspired Li Muchan greatly. It was like clearing away the fog in front of his eyes and connecting all kinds of wonderful things together.
His understanding of the mysteries of spirit, energy, and spirit is far superior to ordinary people.
The human body has the Three Treasures of Essence, Qi and Shen. The formation of life begins with a little bit of spirit turning into Qi, then into essence, and finally the essence becomes the physical body.
His mind was like lightning, and he had a flash of inspiration and quickly caught it. It was about the Nine Turns of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra. He saw the dawn of the Nine Turns of the Marrow Washing Sutra!