Zheng……
Zhao Lin's legs were slightly crossed, his body leaned forward, his arms swung rapidly, and his fists hit the boxing target embedded with steel plates like raindrops.
The steel plate made a crisp sound, and the lingering sound echoed in the basement.
He is now at the first level of Qi Realm. If he wants to enter the Dancing Elephant Academy, he must defeat two disciples of the third level of Qi Realm in a row.
Fighting with fellow disciples is not a life and death battle, and you definitely cannot use weapons, you can only rely on fists and kicks.
Zhao Lin doesn't have a technique that he can rely on yet. Turtle Armor Jin can only be used for defense. The effect of Thunder Finger is too slow, so he is seizing the time to practice Shi Xiaoquan.
Otherwise, during the competition, even if the strength prevails, the fists will not be able to bear it.
Shixiaoquan is good for quick results, emphasizing the word "hard" and taking a masculine path. After practicing to the extreme, he can break open monuments and crack stones with his bare hands, but cannot be hurt by swords.
It doesn't require much talent, just hard work.
The disadvantage is that the room for improvement is limited. If you want to improve your strength after breaking through to the blood realm, you can only practice other boxing skills.
Unlike some techniques that can be practiced all the way from the Qi realm to the Blood realm, or even the Yuan realm.
Shixiao Quan consists of two parts: internal training and external training. The internal training targets ten acupoints from the wrist to the back of the hand, while the external training relies on tempering and striking, just like skin training.
"Nine hundred and ninety-one, nine hundred and ninety-two...one thousand!"
Zhao Lin stopped, wiped the sweat from his head, took a rest, then changed his posture, squatted down with his legs into a horse stance, punched hard, and hit the target hard.
Bang bang bang...
There are two punching methods in Shixiao Quan: fast punch and heavy punch.
Fast punches are mainly stabbing, and they move in a straight line and attack with the face of the fist; heavy punches use the bones on the fists, which take a long time to accumulate power and are more powerful.
"call……"
About an hour later, Zhao Lin finished a thousand punches and wanted to practice some more, but he felt a slight pain in his bones and knew that he could only stop here today.
The Art of Returning to the Sea Against Luck dissipates the energy to the bones and flesh, the energy and blood return to calmness, and the cultivation level returns to the realm of strength.
"Ring ring ring..."
The bell in the practice room rang. Zhao Lin raised his head and knew that it was his master calling him.
Quickly push open the door of the secret room and walk into the study.
"Master, are you looking for me?"
"Come, drink the general soup first." Zhu Huaishan pointed to the soup on the table.
Zhao Lin nodded, picked up the bowl, and drank the whole drink.
Practicing fist strength and palm strength outside will cause great harm to the body. If it cannot be recovered in time, the injuries will accumulate, and it will not be long before you can no longer continue practicing.
Jiangjun Tang is a decoction used for recovery.
Zhao Lin forgot to drink it once. When he woke up the next day, he felt his palms were numb and itchy, and the slightest touch caused severe pain.
When practicing external strength, the real secret is not in the exercises and formulas, but in this bowl of soup.
As for the origin of the name of General Tang, there is an allusion.
It is said that in the early years when martial arts was not popular, there was a thief named Zhang Xiaosan who made a living by stealing. However, because of his poor skills, he was often caught and beaten by his victims.
One time, Zhang Xiaosan sneaked into a drug store and searched for a long time but couldn't find any money, so he grabbed some medicinal materials at random, stuffed them into a cloth bag and carried them in his arms.
As a result, he was caught when he was leaving the house and was beaten again.
After the beating, the shop assistant thought of searching him and found that all the medicinal materials in the bag were in pieces.
Zhang Xiaosan returned home and lay on the bed for half a day. He was surprised to find that his body was no longer painful or itchy, but actually healed.
In the past, when he was beaten, he would have to rest for at least three to five days. Zhang Xiaosan thought that the reason might be the medicinal materials, so he wrote down the medicinal prescriptions from memory.
From then on, whenever he went out to steal, he would always carry a cloth bag with medicinal materials to protect his vitals. No matter how hard he was beaten, he would be back to his original state in less than half a day.
One day, his neighbor fell from the roof and broke his leg. He went to the doctor for two months but didn't get any better.
Zhang Xiaosan felt compassionate and gave the powder in the bag to his neighbor.
The neighbor had no choice but to treat a dead horse as a live doctor. He applied it externally or internally every day. As a result, he was able to walk in seven days.
The story spread among the neighbors, and people came to see her in an endless stream.
Zhang Xiaosan simply changed his career and became a doctor, treating people with bruises and injuries, and his reputation grew.
Everyone knew his origin, so they gave the medicine a name: Thief Budai.
Later, Zhang Xiaosan married a wife and had children, and the medicine was passed down from generation to generation.
However, the descendants and grandchildren thought that the name of the thief Budai was not pleasant, so he changed his name to Jiangjun Tang.
Until the rise of martial arts, General Tang's prescriptions flowed from the private sector into martial arts portals.
The recovery decoctions of many sects and martial arts schools are improved based on Jiangjun Decoction, and the name is still used today.
After watching Zhao Lin finish the medicine, Zhu Huaishan said slowly: "There is an agent called He Qingquan outside looking for you. I asked him to wait in the side hall."
"He Qingquan?"
Zhao Lin was confused. He was no longer in the county government office. What did He Qingquan do with him?
Is there some difficult case?
"Go and see what's going on." Zhu Huaishan said.
Zhao Lin nodded in agreement, walked to the back hall, and saw He Qingquan drinking tea with a dull expression.
"Lao He." Zhao Lin stepped forward to greet him.
"Captain Zhao..." He Qingquan stood up and smiled.
Zhao Lin quickly stopped him and said, "No, I'm not the captain now, just call me by my name."
"Looking at my memory, I've even forgotten about it."
He Qingquan patted his head, and then said with a straight face, "Today a teenage boy came to the county office to see me, saying that the prey you asked Hejiatun to catch has arrived."
"I thought that Captain Zhao's matter, no matter how small, is still a big deal, so I rushed over here without stopping."
Zhao Lin was surprised and happy when he heard this, and suddenly remembered that he had asked the hunter named Jin to capture the white-throated sharp-tailed swift.
I have been busy practicing recently and forgot about this matter, but I didn't expect news to come.
"Sorry, I made a special trip."
Zhao Lin took out a piece of silver from his arms and handed it over.
"No trouble, it's just a few steps away."
He Qingquan didn't ask any more questions and said goodbye.
Zhao Lin sent people out. Seeing that it was not too late, he informed his master and went straight to the city gate. As usual, he bought a few meat cakes and took them with him.
Skylark's spirit not only allowed him to master the ability to fly, but also expanded the twenty-four acupoints on his chest and back, making his body movements flexible and changeable.
This spirit played a big role in destroying the beard this time.
The white-throated sharp-tailed swift has the fastest flight speed among ordinary birds. What will happen if its soul is absorbed?
Thinking of this, Zhao Lin couldn't help but speed up his pace and rushed to Hejiatun before sunset.
"Ordinary swallows are easy to catch, but the one you want is too difficult! It flies high and fast and hardly ever lands."
"It took dozens of sticky nets to catch one like this."
Jin Bao took Zhao Lin home and showed him the swallows he had caught.
There was a swallow with blue feathers and gray tail in the cage. It had a long pointed tail and a large piece of white under its chin.
Zhao Lin nodded secretly, it was exactly the same as the white-throated sharp-tailed swift in his memory.
"Thank you for your hard work, this is your reward."
Zhao Lin took out the five taels of silver ingots he had prepared in advance.
"My boss gave it to me last time, so why am I embarrassed to ask for money again?" Jin Bao quickly refused.
"Keep it, don't tell anyone else about it."
Zhao Lin put down the silver ingot and strode away with the cage in hand.
(End of chapter)
