The king who sat high on the throne and looked down upon the world just gave an order, which had already put the remaining heroes of the Mohist family and the Six Kingdoms into a dilemma of death.
The rope trapped around the necks of the heroes of the six countries is tightening step by step, and it won't be long before the Mohist government city, the last piece of pure land in the world, turns into ruins.
Tang Xuanming has no way to think about this. All he can do now is to try every means to strengthen himself.
Daily swordsmanship practice is indispensable. Gai Nie inherited the unique skills from Guigu and then honed them with countless heroes. The Mohist family has passed down the swordsmanship for hundreds of years. Generations of heroes have perfected the Mohist swordsmanship as well as their inner strength and mental skills.
Tang Xuanming's one-time act of pretense brought him huge rewards.
But growth takes time at any time. Even if you have the best magical skills in the world, not knowing how to read is still a flaw.
If Gai Nie had not taken the trouble to explain it to Tang Xuanming, he would not have been able to practice with the supreme inheritance of the Mohist family.
In terms of internal strength cultivation, Tang Xuanming's progress was not very fast.
The miraculous inner strength method passed down by later generations is actually a relatively complex breathing method.
By regulating your own internal organs, you can further improve your body's strength and improve yourself from the inside out.
The swordsmanship of Guigu and Mohism is the only choice to hone the physical body, but for external improvement, the effect of integrating the inside and outside can be achieved through the training of muscles and bones plus the practice of internal skills and mental methods.
Only when both the inside and outside reach their peak can it be possible to truly cultivate and develop internal strength. In this regard, Tang Xuanming was still far behind.
On the contrary, Xiang Yu, who was messing around with Tianming every day, showed extraordinary talent. Sometimes people really can't compare with each other.
This person who was later called the Eternal Overlord indeed had something extraordinary about him. His physical body was naturally condensed to its peak internally and externally, making him stronger than ordinary people who had practiced hard for decades.
The cultivation of external skills has reached its peak, which is equivalent to the characters in ordinary martial arts novels who have perfected their spiritual skills.
Gai Nie was once amazed and astonished by this young man's copper skin and iron bones.
"It's okay. I will reach this level soon. It's just the level of a seven or eight-year-old child in the Pi tribe. There's nothing surprising about it."
After practicing hard and traveling long distances every day, he also needed to practice swordsmanship. Tang Xuanming, who was as tired as a dog, lay on the carriage to comfort himself.
The envy, jealousy, and hatred in my heart are beyond words.
The road to the Mohist government city is a bit long, and with the weapons, armors and food supplies of the Xiang clan, it is impossible for the Xiang clan to travel thousands of miles a day, have breakfast in Beijing in the morning, and travel to Tibet the next day, as they did in later generations.
.
At the level of this era, traveling long distances is a torture for people's physical and mental strength.
"Rest where you are!"
Following Fan Zeng's order, Tang Xuanming let out a sigh of relief and almost sat down on the ground.
In order to achieve the effect of training him, Genie did not let him stay comfortably on the carriage. Instead, he threw him behind a group of people, carrying food and weapons on his back, and followed the carriage.
Most of the Xiang family had horses, and weapons and food were all in the carriages. Although the marching speed was not fast, it was equivalent to the speed of a normal person's trot.
Under such circumstances, it was undoubtedly a huge torture for Tang Xuanming to carry a load of dozens of kilograms and follow behind the carriage.
"Phew...I'm going to die!"
Tang Xuanming felt that phantoms were beginning to appear before his eyes, and his eyes were blurred with sweat, but Gai Nie's majestic and cold voice could always ring in his ears when he couldn't support it anymore.
"Sitting cross-legged and practicing internal skills is the best time."
Tang Xuanming bit his tongue. The severe pain brought him back to his senses. He crossed his legs with difficulty with his hands. The long journey made his legs not like his own. The easy and ordinary movements in the past were difficult for him.
It was as difficult as climbing to the sky, and I could barely complete it with the help of my hands.
"Huh...huh..."
I tried hard to adjust my breath. I usually sit in a carriage and practice internal skills and mental methods. However, in this extremely tired situation, I feel like I want to fall asleep as soon as I concentrate my energy.
"Snapped!"
The wooden sword slapped on Tang Xuanming's back, which immediately made him energetic. He did not dare to neglect, held his breath and concentrated, seizing the brief moment of clarity, and completed a round of breathing.
I was exhausted to the extreme, but suddenly there was a gentle force flowing through my limbs, refreshing me.
Tang Xuanming did not dare to neglect. He had tried many times in the past few days and knew that now was the most critical moment. Once he neglected to do anything, the next cycle was not completed, and huge fatigue would surge over him. At that time, he would not be able to complete it again.
Breathing in and out becomes impossible.
The muscle pain would also make him collapse the next day.
"One or two...hey!"
The servants of the Xiang family skillfully set up camp and worked together to erect the pole supporting the tent.
A group of people were quick and agile, collecting firewood and drinking water. The mounted scouts even went hunting in the wilderness to replenish some meat.
It is impossible to sustain a long and arduous journey without appropriate nutrition. Once you get sick and fall behind, you are likely to die.
In this era, there are no various drugs and antibiotics that have been criticized by later generations. Everything can only be carried with life. Any physical condition that is not up to standard, or some details are ignored, may lead to death.
"Grrrrrr!"
When Tang Xuanming finished his breath adjustment and meditation, the water on the fire had boiled, and a group of people skillfully took it from the clay pots, blew it with their mouths to cool it, and drank it in big gulps.
Xiang Liang saw that Tang Xuanming had finished meditating and brought a clay pot over. He handed it to Tang Xuanming with a smile on his face and said, "Drink some hot water. Seeing how much you sweated before, I specially added some water to it."
Salt, if there is no salt to replenish, the little brother may not be able to run tomorrow."
"Thanks!"
Tang Xuanming was not polite. He took the clay pot and drank it in big gulps. After a long journey, his clothes were soaked through. If he didn't replenish some salt in time, the next days would definitely not be easy.
Xiang Liang laughed boldly, sat down next to Tang Xuanming, and said with boiling water on the fire: "Little brother Tang, this method is really good. Since drinking hot soup every day, not many people have diarrhea and illness."
Wow, this method is really wonderful, I wonder where the little brother learned it from?"
Tang Xuanming didn't know how to explain it.
Am I to say that this is a principle that everyone will know later? Drinking raw water indiscriminately can easily lead to diarrhea and even parasites.
Tang Xuanming, who came from a later generation, came up with this suggestion a few days ago because he just couldn't bear to drink cold water every day while traveling long distances.