At night.
Chen Tang lay next to the stove, wrapped in a thick cotton quilt, and fell asleep soundly.
I don't know how long it took, but he had a nightmare.
"What, you want to save her?"
A man in white clothes with his hair cut sideways turned slightly, looked sideways, looked at Chen Tang mockingly, and asked with a smile.
Chen Tang said: "I hope you will show your respect."
"Do you know each other? Is she your sweetheart?"
"I don't recognize it."
"That's just nosy."
"If it's nosy business to rob a girl in broad daylight, it's nosy business for me, Chen Tang!"
"Just you?"
The man in white sneered and said, "You can save her if you want. If she can catch my ten blows, I will let her go."
"good!"
…
"Ten knives, already ten knives!" The girl's cry seemed to linger in Chen Tang's ears.
"Nineteen knives, please stop!"
"Twenty-five knives, your words still don't count!"
"Thirty-two swords!"
Chen Tang fell in a pool of blood.
"Come here, please help, save him, I beg you..."
The girl was still crying, which sounded a little noisy.
Chen Tang reluctantly opened his eyes, and in his blurred vision, he vaguely saw a dirty little face that was crying.
"They... let you... go?"
Chen Tang's voice was intermittent, and blood flowed from his mouth with every word he said.
"Uh-huh."
The girl sobbed and nodded.
"that's great."
Chen Tang was so angry that his eyelids became heavier and heavier.
"You, don't die."
"Can't die."
"Big brother, what's your name?"
"My name is Chen Tang, and I am a swordsman."
It was still dark, and the fire in the main room gradually died down, leaving only some red-hot charcoal, flickering with firelight.
Chen Tang suddenly woke up from his nightmare and sat up.
Before he knew it, he was breaking out in a cold sweat.
The scene just now, the crowd around them, even the face of the man in white, and his joking laughter, all seemed like they happened yesterday.
To be precise, this is not a dream.
The predecessor died because of this.
Now, this memory resurfaces intermittently, and the ghost of the man in white is still lingering.
After tossing and turning, unable to sleep, Chen Tang simply got up, went to the courtyard, and started playing Fuhu Fist.
"Huh?"
In the bedroom, at some point, the fat old man came to the window and looked at Chen Tang who was practicing boxing in the courtyard through the gap, with a look of surprise on his face.
"What's wrong, Master?"
Qingmu asked softly.
The fat old man whispered: "We haven't seen him for just a month, and this kid has actually cultivated copper skin. Judging from the strength of his punch, I'm afraid he is already at the ninth level!"
"Cultivation so fast?"
Qingmu was surprised.
A month ago, when Chen Tang left here, he had not yet entered the product.
And she knew very well how difficult it would be to cultivate copper skin.
At the beginning, the master collected countless spiritual herbs and elixirs in the Tianshan Mountains, and she practiced hard for a whole year before she could cultivate the copper skin, and she suffered a lot.
"That's not what surprises me the most."
The fat old man said in a deep voice: "A month ago, I had already practiced Fuhu Fist to the level of 'understanding its changes'. Now, I have taken it a step further and reached the level of 'obtaining its gods'!"
Qingmu opened his mouth slightly and was shocked.
Master once mentioned to her that the world's martial arts consists of four realms: form, transformation, spirit, and meaning.
Know its shape, understand its changes, get its spirit, and understand its meaning.
Most martial arts are only inferior. No matter how you practice, you can only reach the state of mastering its transformation.
Only with superior martial arts can one reach its spirit and understand its meaning.
"Master, didn't you say that if you want to cultivate to the state of 'obtaining the god', it will take more than ten years, or even decades, to be difficult to achieve?"
"Normally, that's true."
The fat old man said: "Throughout the ages, most ordinary warriors have stayed at the realm of 'knowing their form', being able to execute every move accurately and completely, and also knowing how to spot moves."
"There are some outstanding people who can achieve the goal of 'accommodating their changes', mastering the moves and mastering them. When fighting with others, they can adapt to changes and pick up moves at their fingertips."
"The next step is to 'obtain the spirit'. There are very few people who can cultivate to this level."
The swordsmanship that Qingmu is best at has only just reached the state of 'understanding its changes'.
I don't know anything about 'Deqi Shen'.
Qingmu asked: "What are the characteristics of obtaining his god?"
The fat old man said: "To put it simply, it is to understand the essence, get its charm, and make each move come alive, vivid and expressive. When fighting against others, you will always have unconstrained skills."
"Moreover, once you reach this level of cultivation, you can hope to achieve both form and spirit, or even the integration of form and spirit, and then you can develop your own 'power'!"
Qingmu seemed to understand.
After all, this realm was beyond her knowledge.
The fat old man pulled her to the window and whispered: "Now close your eyes, calm down, feel the situation outside, and then you will understand what it means to 'get the magic'."
Qingmu followed the words, closed his eyes, and listened.
In the courtyard, someone was practicing boxing, and there was a lot of excitement.
A punch and a kick, full of power and extraordinary momentum.
Not long after, Qingmu's expression gradually changed!
In her mind, the figure in the yard gradually disappeared, replaced by a majestic and murderous tiger!
"this……"
Qingmu opened his eyes, looking shocked.
Facing such a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, once his mind is taken away by him and his momentum weakens, he will still be his opponent. "
"This person's Niwan Palace is open and he is sitting in a trance. It will be easier for him to cultivate to the divine realm of martial arts. But even so, it is unimaginable to reach this level of cultivation in just one month."
"I'm afraid there is an expert behind this guy."
The fat old man thought to himself, and a hint of curiosity arose in his heart.
…
Chen Tang kept practicing boxing tirelessly until daybreak, then he stopped and rested.
He went out to grab something to eat before heading towards the Plum Blossom Martial Arts School.
In the previous dynasty, everyone practiced martial arts, and even some internal skills and mental techniques were spread among the people in the market.
In this dynasty, apart from the imperial court, only aristocratic families and clan dignitaries had the opportunity to practice martial arts such as internal strength, and it was forbidden to spread it to outsiders.
It is said that they are worried about falling into the hands of evil people and causing endless disasters.
Although there are martial arts schools in various places, they only teach some external skills, and the upper limit is not high.
The same is true for Meihua Martial Arts School.
Mei Nianzhi, the owner of the Plum Blossom Martial Arts School, was famous for his Plum Blossom Fist and Sword and the Plum Blossom Pile Kung Fu that strengthened the body.
Over the past ten years, Meihua Martial Arts School has also trained several ninth-level warriors.
Rich families in Changze County will send their children to the Meihua Martial Arts School if they choose to practice martial arts.
"Chen Tang, I would like to see Miss Mei Ying Xuemei. Could you please inform me."
Arriving at Meihua Martial Arts Hall, Chen Tang said hello to the guard in front of the door.
The guard looked Chen Tang up and down, frowned and said, "Who do you think Miss Mei is that you can see if you want?"
"I'm here to pay back the money, you just go and report it."
Chen Tang didn't want to argue with this kind of person, so he just replied lightly.
After practicing martial arts on the snow-capped mountains for more than two months, Chen Tang was transformed, and his temperament was completely different from before.
Although he was still wearing a set of coarse cotton clothes, he had an extraordinary bearing and a burning gaze. The guard looked at him and avoided them unconsciously.
"You wait here."
The guard couldn't figure out Chen Tang's details, so he said something and ran all the way into the martial arts hall.
