Yongning City, Haoyue Martial Arts Hall.
"The punch you just punched was a bit high, lower it a bit."
Zhao Lin was instructing an apprentice about his age to practice boxing, explaining and demonstrating at the same time.
"Look carefully...lower your fists, keep your strength down, and make empty steps with your feet. Don't step firmly. This will make it easier to connect to the next move."
The apprentice hit it again as Zhao Lin said, and found that it was indeed very coherent. He said with admiration: "Zhao Dujiao is really amazing. He hits the mark as soon as he says it. No wonder I always feel awkward every time I hit here."
"Of course, Zhao Dujiao is a disciple of the Xingyun Sect's Elephant Dance Academy, so he can see the crux of the problem at a glance."
An old-looking apprentice next to him echoed.
Ma Chaoxian, who was standing under the eaves of the lobby, withdrew his gaze and whispered to the short and stocky man next to him: "How about the person I'm looking for?"
The short and stocky man nodded, "Yes, he is indeed quite capable. He is much better than the showman hired by the Iron Fist Gym."
"Then, can the disciples of Wuxiang Academy be the same as those in the outer courtyard?" Ma Chaoxian said with some satisfaction.
After Zhao Lin settled down in the Dance Elephant Courtyard, he remembered Ma Chaoxian's invitation and went to the city to inspect the martial arts gym more than half a month ago.
He did not come directly to the door, but first inquired around nearby shops and residences. The reputation of the martial arts school was quite good, and it did not take in any criminals.
After arriving at the martial arts gym, we talked for a long time and felt that the several gym owners were sensible people and did not make any undue demands, so I agreed to take up the post of tutor.
Martial arts practice requires a balance between work and rest. Zhao Lin didn't want to get money in vain, so he took time to go down the mountain every six or seven days to teach the apprentices in the martial arts school how to box.
Because he has an easy-going temperament and is serious about his work, without any airs of being a disciple of a large sect, apprentices in martial arts schools love to seek advice from him.
Over time, the reputation spread, attracting many young people from nearby to join Haoyue Martial Arts School.
In addition to instructing apprentices in the martial arts gym, Zhao Lin sometimes also competes with several gym owners on "push hands".
The so-called push hands is a martial arts competition in which both parties do not use any internal energy, and their strength and speed are reduced to the level of ordinary people, and they only compare moves.
There are three owners of Haoyue Martial Arts School. In addition to Ma Chaoxian, there is also one named Li Kui and the other named Zhang He.
The three people have different teachers and different schools.
Zhao Lin can also broaden his horizons and improve his practical experience by pushing hands with them.
"Brother Zhao, this is this month's tea money."
It was getting late, Zhao Lin said goodbye and left the martial arts gym. When Ma Chao saw him to the door first, he handed him a bag of silver.
"This... is early, it's been less than a month since I came here."
Zhao Lin glanced at the silver and did not reach out to take it.
"Why are you so polite? There's only a few days left between morning and evening. Wouldn't it be troublesome to delay it until the last day?"
Ma Chaoxian laughed and forced the money into his hand.
Zhao Lin did not refuse this time and nodded, "Then I won't be polite."
"Don't..."
After leaving the martial arts hall, Zhao Lin did not go back to Yunzong, but walked two streets in the opposite direction and came to the "Stone Archway" in the west city.
There are many shops in Shipai Fang, especially the medicine shop, which accounts for nearly half. You can smell a strong smell of medicine from a long distance away.
Since learning about the autumn harvest in September, Zhao Lin has begun to make preparations in this regard.
The first is to improve your sense of smell.
Rare herbs are not weeds and can be found everywhere, mostly growing in inaccessible places.
Moreover, each herb has different habits. Some grow in the shade at the bottom of mountains, some like dark and tidal swamps, and some are cold and drought tolerant and grow in the cracks of rocks.
Ordinary people can only rely on their eyes to search around with difficulty, but Zhao Lin is different. He has a keen sense of smell. As long as he knows the smell of a rare herbal medicine, he can find it all the way.
This time the spirit of Wen Xiang Mink finally has a use.
Recently, Zhao Lin eats a lot of fruits and vegetables every day, as well as some sour, sweet and yin-nourishing foods to regulate his taste.
Sure enough, the fragrant mink's grid in the spirit animal map released more white mist than before.
In addition, he also consciously trained his sense of smell.
It is not enough to have a keen sense of smell. You also need to have a strong ability to distinguish. Even the police dogs in the previous life need to undergo smell training, and the same will happen if they are replaced by humans.
The taste of herbs is sour, bitter, sweet, pungent, and salty, and it is not easy to identify rare herbs.
Zhao Lin's method is to buy dozens or hundreds of herbs and memorize their flavors one by one.
Then he mixed them together randomly, closed his eyes, grabbed a large handful, about a dozen kinds of medicinal materials, and put them into a wooden box.
Taking the wooden box to a quiet and deserted place, people stood in the distance and sniffed out the herbs in the wooden box.
After repeated practice, Zhao Lin could stand fifty feet away and accurately smell the herbs in the wooden box.
But this is not enough, because the actual environment is more complex. In the mountains and forests there is the smell of earth, the aroma of flowers and plants, the sweetness of wild fruits, the stench of animal feces and urine, etc.
All kinds of smells are mixed together, and the wind, sun and rain are very disturbing.
In order to simulate these disturbances, Zhao Lin placed wooden boxes in the dining hall kitchen, bamboo forests in the mountains, horse pens, and even underground...
On the day of autumn harvesting, the elders will announce which hilltop to collect herbs from, and will also identify the rare herbs collected previously to their disciples.
Zhao Lin is confident that he can train his nose before that and transform into a human-shaped sniffing mink.
Many animals can smell truffles buried deep in the ground. Even if rare herbs are buried in the ground, you can find them yourself!
Jiushentang, Jishian, Yiyuantang...
There are many drug stores in Shipai Fang, and they are bustling with people.
Zhao Lin walked towards a shop called "Xuanwu Medicine Hall" without squinting his eyes.
As the name suggests, what this medicine hall sells is not ordinary herbal medicine, but medicinal materials used for martial arts training.
Zhao Lin relied on his extraordinary ear and learned from the disciples of Wuxiang Yuan that this medicine hall was actually opened by Xingyun Sect.
In addition to medicinal materials, there are also ready-made general soup and Yiqi soup for sale in the store, but the formula is definitely not as good as what the disciples in the sect take.
Although the price is slightly expensive, the quality is guaranteed.
"Senior brother, would you like General Soup's recipe?"
A man with a scarf wrapped around his head and loose training clothes came over and asked.
When warriors go out and meet people they don't know, they often greet them as seniors, which is a bit similar to "buddy" and "brother" in previous lives, but they can't be taken seriously.
Zhao Lin glanced at the man and simply refused: "No need."
The medicinal formulas for practicing martial arts are the secrets of each sect, and there is no way they can be sold on the street.
Besides, Zhao Lin firstly doesn’t want to open a store to sell medicine, and secondly, he doesn’t want to establish a martial arts gym. Not to mention it’s fake, he’s not interested even if it’s real.
"It's the real General Soup. If it's fake, you'll get your money back..." the man said unwillingly.
Zhao Lin waved his hand without looking back and stepped into the medicine hall.
(End of chapter)
