"There is no separation between medicine and martial arts?" Of course Jiang Ming had heard of this statement, but he only had a superficial understanding of it. He immediately cupped his fists and said, "Please make it clear, Mr. Feng."
"There is no separation between medicine and martial arts. The superficial meaning is naturally easy to understand. Medicine and martial arts are interlinked. Martial arts strengthens the body, while medicine nourishes the body. Different paths lead to the same goal. No one can live without the other!"
Pharmacist Feng stroked his beard and continued: "Going deeper, what is practiced in martial arts? It is blood... But those of you who are studying martial arts are all rough people. You only know how to practice according to the techniques. How can you understand? What is the true principle of the movement of blood energy? If you don’t understand blood energy, your progress will naturally be slow and your blood energy will be wasted when you practice.”
Jiang Ming was startled, what Master Feng said was correct... Although the Oxhide Tiger Bone Art is a method that leads directly to the second-rate martial arts, the description of blood energy is only hazy, and can only be relied on the martial arts practitioner's own exploration and perception.
Even though Jiang Ming is now a third-rate warrior and can control blood energy to circulate throughout his body, this operation is extremely rough. Every time he condenses blood energy, a large amount of blood energy is consumed...
Pharmacist Feng said: "The basis for doctors to treat people is to regulate blood Qi. When blood Qi is in order, all diseases will be cured... Doctors have seen countless patients, and their research on blood Qi is much more sophisticated than that of you warriors!"
"If a doctor with excellent medical skills can help with guidance and regulate blood energy during martial arts training, it may be more useful than drinking the secret medicine for martial arts training..."
Jiang Ming's eyes lit up, and he seemed to understand something vaguely: "Then you..."
Pharmacist Feng shook his head repeatedly: "I'm just an old man who knows how to make medicine. I don't understand these things. I only heard what he said when I played chess with Old Man Sun from Jishi Hall next door."
"He usually doesn't teach these things to others, but he likes Zuixianlou's roast chicken and old rice wine the most..." Yaoshi Feng said with a wink.
Jiang Ming was stunned for a moment, then said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Feng, for your advice!"
…
The next day, Jiang Ming queued at Zuixianlou from morning to noon, and finally spent one tael of silver to buy two portions of the signature roast chicken and old rice wine.
"So damn dark!"
Thinking that a meal in Lao Jiangtou's tavern only cost a few coppers, Jiang Ming couldn't help but complain.
But for the sake of his own martial arts, what does a mere amount of money mean? Jiang Ming comforted himself, and first gave one copy to Feng Yaoshi, then quickly walked to the Jishi Hall next door with the other one.
In the Jishi Hall, medicine cabinets are spread out all over the wall, and two medicine boys are busy sorting out medicinal materials.
The smell of various herbs hit his face, which made Jiang Ming feel nostalgic...
As soon as Jiang Ming stepped into the front hall, an old voice sounded: "Huh? Who brought the roast chicken from Zuixianlou?"
Behind the counter, a fat old man with white hair and a childlike face jumped up from the recliner, twitched his nose twice, and stared straight at the thing in Jiang Ming's hand.
"Excuse me...but Doctor Sun?" Jiang Ming looked at the fat old man in front of him, slightly cupped his hands and said, "I am from Hunting Tiger Village..."
"Are you the Jiang Ming that Old Man Feng was talking about?" Dr. Sun's expression changed, and he immediately lay back angrily: "Damn old Feng, I just pushed him over here before I even agreed..."
Only then did Jiang Ming know that Doctor Feng had already greeted Doctor Sun in advance. It seemed that if it weren't for Doctor Feng, most people wouldn't be able to invite Doctor Sun.
"I owe you a favor..." Jiang Ming sighed in his heart and could only find an opportunity to repay it in the future.
"Gudong~"
The sound of swallowing suddenly sounded, and Dr. Sun sat up again in embarrassment, muttering: "Sooner or later, I have to give him a beating, otherwise he will cause trouble for me..."
"Why are you still standing there? Come to the backyard... put down your things!" Dr. Sun said angrily. He walked to the backyard first and sat at a stone table in the yard.
Jiang Ming quickly followed, put the things on the table, and stood aside respectfully. Since he came to ask for advice, he naturally had to behave appropriately.
Knowledge is always noble, and humility is never too much...
Old man Sun carelessly opened the oil paper wrapping the roast chicken, poured himself a full bowl of rice wine, ate and drank as if no one else was around, and then pointed at Jiang Ming with a greasy finger:
"Try your cowhide and tiger bone technique again and let me see..."
"yes!"
Jiang Ming said quickly and started practicing Qiquan in the courtyard.
After the fight, Doctor Sun sneered: "Huh, horse tiger!"
"Please give me some advice from Dr. Sun!" Jiang Ming said seriously. Although he concealed his martial arts skills, he believed that his boxing skills were flawless.
Doctor Sun glanced at him, and then said calmly: "No matter what level you are in, if you punch like this... you can only achieve a seven-point effect at most."
"Why?"
"If you and I suffer from the same disease, can we prescribe the same dose of medicine?" Dr. Sun asked, shaking his bones.
"Of course not. You and I are different in age, fat and thin..." Jiang Ming said subconsciously, and then a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and he seemed to understand.
Doctor Sun nodded: "The same is true for martial arts training. The boxing techniques Guan Feng teaches you are based on his body. You can draw a rough picture by copying a cat and a tiger, but it is not a boxing technique suitable for you. The blood energy will not flow smoothly and it will become worse over time. disease……"
"There is also the breathing method, which is not an immutable truth. Some people can hold a stick of incense in one breath, and some people can only hold a few breaths..."
Dr. Sun rambled: "Martial arts methods are all created by people, and the most suitable one is only the founder... And what I want to teach you is how to make the martial arts methods you practice more suitable for your body. Even if the fit is not as good as that of the founder, it is still much better than your random practice now..."
"Guan Feng, that vulgar and reckless man, can't teach you these things!" Dr. Sun spat out a chicken bone and snorted: "It was not thanks to my guidance that he was able to enter the second-rate class back then..."
"Doctor Sun is amazing..." Jiang Ming praised without hesitation.
"Fight again, slower. I will first pick out the major flaws in your moves based on your body shape. After the modifications are completed, I will teach you how to recuperate your blood..." Dr. Sun waved his hand.
Jiang Ming immediately stood still and continued to box, while Doctor Sun stood aside and began to give careful instructions...
It wasn't until the evening that Jiang Mingcai said goodbye and left with a full harvest. He felt that what he had gained in this afternoon was even as much as he had practiced for a month.
"Martial arts methods are ever-changing, but there is only one foundation, and that is blood and energy. If blood and energy are in harmony, all methods can be used..." Jiang Ming said to himself.
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Time flies by, spring leaves are luxuriant, summer flowers are blooming...
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ming has been staying at Hunting Tiger Villa for three months.
In the backyard of Jishi Hall, Jiang Ming was performing the Cowhide Tiger Bone Boxing Technique. His limbs were stretched like flowing clouds and flowing water, full of the beauty of strength, as if this boxing technique was tailor-made for him.
"Boy, I really have nothing to teach you..." Lao Suntou gnawed on the chicken leg and shook his head: "After all, I am not a real warrior. From now on, it's up to you."
Jiang Ming put back his fist and stood up, bowed and said, "Thank you so much, Doctor Sun!"
Doctor Sun waved his hand: "No need to thank you. The chicken drumsticks and wine in the past few months are worth dozens of taels of silver. Even if you are serious, you are not like that stingy Guan Feng who dared to take the fake food from the stall." The wine fooled me..."
"Eh? Why didn't I think of that?" Jiang Ming's eyes lit up, and when he saw Doctor Sun preparing to fight, he immediately ran away.
Returning to Hunting Tiger Village, Jiang Ming also began to think about the next path.
In the past few months, under the guidance of Dr. Sun, Jiang Ming has modified almost every move of the Cowhide Tiger Bone Technique. In practice, he has achieved twice the result with half the effort. On the surface, he is already a "senior blood-sensing" martial artist comparable to Fang Lie. .
Of course, his real strength has also improved by leaps and bounds, and his control of blood energy has become more sophisticated. In the past, the blood energy smelted from the whole body's blood energy could only be used up after three or four hits. Now, under subtle control, he can hit nine times. Tao, the strength has almost doubled...
"But in the future, we can only rely on hard work to improve. It should be difficult to make such a drastic improvement unless we enter the second-rate realm..."
Jiang Ming shook his head. It was so difficult for a second-rate warrior. There were only a few people in the Hunting Tiger Village.
If you stay any longer, there will be no opportunity for breakthrough and it will just be a waste of time...
