48, Fist Strength in the Space for Further Reading)
"In addition, the progress of the Tiger and Crane Double Shape Fist..."
Wei Tu turned his eyes and looked at another line of writing engraved on the golden and purple fate grid.
"Tiger and Crane Double Shape Fist (94/100): Practice seven times a day, and it will be perfected in three years."
"Yesterday, the progress of the Tiger and Crane Double Shape Fist was only 72%. Today, after the health-preserving skill successfully produced the inner energy, the progress has directly reached 94%, an increase of 22%..."
"This means that the time required to perfect the Tiger and Crane Double Shape Fist will be shortened to three years... It can be completed in two and a half years..."
Wei Tu’s heart.
Compared with practicing health-preserving skills, it is very intuitive that the time he spent practicing "Tiger and Crane Double Shape Fist" was shortened.
Three years was shortened to two and a half years, which was a reduction of one-sixth.
"Master said that the inner Qi produced by an external martial artist from the outside to the inside is stronger than the internal Qi of the internal martial arts. One strand of internal Qi is better than ten strands of the internal Qi produced by the internal martial arts..."
Thinking of this, Wei Tu once again sensed the few strands of inner Qi in the meridians, and he slowly moved them to the meridians of his hands.
Next.
He looked forward, his eyes shining brightly, and he suddenly clenched a fist with his right hand and swung it forward with all his strength.
Just hear a roar.
Dust was flying in front of Wei Tu.
A half-inch deep fist mark was suddenly embedded in the earthen wall of the small courtyard.
At this moment, Wei Tu's fist was still two inches away from the wall.
"Is this the teleportation palm power rumored by people in the world?"
"Now...I can also use it..."
Wei Tu looked at the scene in front of him, breathing heavily and sucking in the fresh air.
The punch just now squeezed almost all the energy out of him.
But he was extremely happy in his heart, because this punch seemed simple, but it had extraordinary meaning to him.
On the one hand, it proves that the single martial arts training is correct. The internal energy produced by external martial arts masters is indeed much stronger than that of internal martial arts masters.
Foreign martial arts masters are no weaker than others!
As far as Wei Tu knows, internal martial arts masters don't have the skills to meditate for more than ten years, so they simply can't produce this kind of air-distance punching power.
Both of them, this air punch proved that he had truly entered the path of transcendence.
In the past, the Zhuang Gong and Qi power were all tangible, but the internal power born in his body at this moment was different. It was something that only existed in ordinary people's mouths.
"The county government has not yet received the military order to annihilate Wuyun Tower. There is still time. Let's go to Sanyuan Township first and ask the master to explain the state of affairs at this time..."
Wei Tu thought.
He guessed that Shan Wuju should have "internal true skills" in his hands, which were specially used to cultivate the internal strength developed by external martial arts masters.
Back then, his master, Golden Sword Master Shi Ming, died suddenly because he failed to break through to the innate realm.
If there is no follow-up technique.
Shi Ming, the Golden Sword Man, cannot even try to break through the innate realm.
…
The next day.
It's early in the morning.
Wei Tu went to Xiangjun Yamen to ask for leave and rode to Sanyuan Township.
He knocked on the door of the single house, explained his purpose of coming, and was invited by the maid to sit in the living room in the second courtyard.
Not long after, Wei Tu heard a cough from outside the door.
He quickly stood up, walked outside the house, took Shan Wuju from Shan Gao's hand, and helped Shan Wuju to the main seat in the living room.
Wei Tu looked surprised and looked at Shan Gao on the side with a searching look in his eyes.
More than a month ago, when he came to see Shan Wuju as a gift, Shan Wuju's physical condition was somewhat worse than a few years ago, but there was no difference between him and an ordinary healthy old man of the same age.
It's far from the point where it still needs help.
"Five days ago, while the master was riding a horse for a walk, he suffered a hidden injury. He fell off the horse and was seriously injured..." Shan Gao pursed her lips and explained to Wei Tu.
"It's okay, it's a small problem."
"It takes a few days to recover from the injury. Just take some decoction that nourishes qi and blood." Shan Wuju sat on crutches and waved his hand, indicating that Wei Tu didn't need to pay attention.
At this time, Shan Gao came forward and put a robe on Shan Wuju.
"Brother Wei, what are you doing here this time?" Shan Wuju took a sip of hot tea, moistened his throat, and asked with a smile.
Normally, when Wei Tu saw him, he would not come so early. He would always come after noon, usually with two gifts in his hand.
Today, Wei Tu rushed over very early in the morning and disturbed his rest. He must have something important to do with him.
"This matter..." Wei Tu's voice was low, and he glanced at Shan Gao and several maids serving in the living room.
When Shan Wuju saw this scene, he immediately understood and coughed lightly, asking Shan Gao and several maids to retreat.
Lean less.
Only master and apprentice Wei Tu and Shan Wuju were left in the living room.
"This disciple came to see Master this time because when he was practicing yesterday, he finally entered the legendary... realm of Qi sensing..."
Wei Tu opened his mouth and said.
"What? The state of feeling Qi?" Shan Wuju, who was drinking tea, looked stunned. He glanced at Wei Tu for a few times, "Are you telling the truth? The state of feeling Qi?"
He has been practicing martial arts for decades, but until now, he has never worked from the outside in to practice the internal Qi from the outside.
But now, Wei Tu, who had only practiced martial arts for five years, told him that he had entered the state of Qi sensing...
How can one not be surprised by a single martial arts test?
"Master, please look." Wei Tu didn't talk nonsense. He looked at the tea cup on the coffee table next to him, and then punched it with his fist according to the method last night.
Boom!
There was an explosion.
The tea cup standing on the coffee table was immediately shattered into pieces by Wei Tu's air-distance fist force, and was in a state of disarray.
"Fighting power through the air..."
"This is the power of fisting through the air..."
Shan Wuju muttered to himself when he saw Wei Tu's punch, and he didn't recover for a long time.
Shao Qing, Shan Wuju gathered his mood, looked at Wei Tu, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, and said with emotion: "I have only seen your master fight with this air fist strength back then. Thirty-nine years later, I didn't expect that I would see this air-distance fisting power in you again..."
"I have roughly guessed your purpose of coming here. You want to ask my teacher about the next step in martial arts and how to practice it?"
Shan Wuju smiled and revealed Wei Tu's intention to come to him anxiously.
"Master's wise eyes."
When Wei Tu heard this, he didn't defend himself and praised Shan Wuju.
It is better to practice martial arts sooner rather than later.
Governor Wang sent troops to attack Wuyun Tower. He guessed that it would only happen in the next month or two. If he didn't seize the time to improve his strength, he would have to wait until he died on the battlefield.
At the moment, he is only superficially using the inner energy in his body. If he can get guidance from Shan Wuju... his strength will definitely increase again in this short period of time.
These are all predictable things.
"Your master left a secret book for me when he left, and he cultivated the inner energy that gave birth to martial arts masters outside me..."
Shan Wuju stood up on crutches and motioned for Wei Tu to follow him.
Shortly after.
In the living room.
Shan Wuju glanced at the memorial tablet of his ancestors on the altar table, put a stick of incense on it, bowed three times, then took off the tablet and folded it hard.
Inside the tablet, a thin piece of silver paper suddenly appeared. This silver paper was five inches long and two inches wide. On it were engraved the Zhoutian acupoints and various meridians of the human body...