Immortal, I Only Practice Forbidden Techniques

Chapter 13: Crouching Tiger Fist

"Smelting Blood Qi?" Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows. In the past, he only knew about Practitioner, but this was the first time he heard such a term.

Old Zhou nodded and said: "The biggest difference between a Practitioner and an ordinary person is that Blood Qi, no matter whether it is training moves externally or breathing internally, the ultimate goal is to refine Blood Qi and transform Qi into energy! Only by practicing Blood Qi , you can touch the threshold of Martial Dao, and you can be called a low-end Practitioner."

"Otherwise, no matter how proficient you are in Fist Technique and how strong your strength is, as long as you don't practice blood strength, you will always be regarded as an ordinary person, and you have no chance of winning against a Practitioner."

"And after practicing the blood force, if you can go a step further and control the blood force to run through the whole body, reaching the state where you can carry a tripod lightly with your strength, and your feet light with a soldier's horse... you can be regarded as a third-rate practitioner."

"It is rumored that from a third-rate Practitioner to a first-rate Practitioner, they are essentially different methods of using blood energy. The first-rate Blood Qi is like a rainbow, which can defeat thousands of troops... As for whether this is true, I don't know."

Jiang Ming frowned and said, "What about the first class?"

"Hahaha..." Old Zhou couldn't help laughing and said, "Brother Ming really dares to think that a first-class practitioner is already a top figure in Dayun Mansion, so why can't he catch your eye?"

Jiang Ming smiled: "Just curious."

"Becoming a Practitioner alone is enough to exhaust many people's life's efforts, and there are very few people who are in the stream...and there is no one in a million Martial Masters who surpass Practitioners." Old Zhou Tou sighed.

"And then?" Jiang Ming blinked.

"Then... I don't know anymore." Old Zhou Tou said angrily, "I'm not a big shot, so to know these things is already well-informed."

"Let's get started, Purple Qi from the East... It's a good time to practice martial arts." Old Zhou Tou took off his shirt, warmed up, and on his thin and old torso, muscles were swimming like earthworms.

"It seems that even if the Practitioner is Blood Qi's decline, it is not comparable to ordinary people..." Jiang Ming thought to himself, if it wasn't for the old Zhou's unmentionable illness, the old Scar would have to bow his head and call him Master Zhou.

"The first form, the tiger sits on the mountain..." Old Zhou squatted slightly, his legs were nailed in place like iron bars: "This is the fundamental technique of Fuhuquan. Whether you practice it well or not will determine your final achievement. ..."

At this moment, the old Zhou Tou seemed to be one with the earth, even if there was a strong wind and rain, he could not move.

Jiang Ming didn't follow the gestures, but tried hard to remember the movements of old Zhou Tou, and tried to understand this style.

"It's like an upgraded version of squatting Horse Stance, mainly training the lower body and core strength..." Jiang Ming secretly thought, this is indeed a crucial step.

About a quarter of an hour later, the old man Zhou finished the external training moves of Fuhuquan. There are 24 moves in total. The first twelve moves are all practice methods, and the last twelve moves are fighting methods. Deadly, like a tiger.

"It's a pity that this Fuhu Fist is too strong, and it is very easy to hurt your body." Old Zhou stopped panting, "Brother Ming, when you practice boxing, you must not be greedy for success, and sense the Blood Qi... You can only practice three times a day at most."

"How long does it take to sense Blood Qi?" Jiang Ming asked.

Only when Blood Qi is sensed, can one practice internal breathing.

"If you're lucky...Three to five years, if you're not lucky, it's a lifetime." Old Zhou said with a gloomy gaze, "I spent eight years inducing Blood Qi, and ten years refining Blood Qi to practice blood energy...that's how I got lucky You can become a Practitioner, now think about it, what's the use, you know why I stopped you from learning martial arts, right?"

Jiang Ming was dumbfounded. No wonder there are few people in Pingan Town who learn martial arts. Practicing martial arts consumes energy and money, and the possibility of becoming a practitioner in the end is very small. It is not something the poor can afford.

"I don't know... How long will it take me?" Jiang Ming thought to himself.

Naturally, he is not afraid of hurting his body, the limit of three times a day...doesn't matter at all.

At last, the old Zhou Tou suddenly said: "Of course, if supplemented with golden worm ginseng, red blood vine and other great tonic drugs, the progress of martial arts will be accelerated a lot."

"Other than that, it's the secret medicine for martial arts... The auxiliary martial arts medicine refined in the martial arts hall in the city can speed up the induction of Blood Qi. If Brother Ming has enough money, you can ask the masters who come to buy medicinal materials..."

Jiang Ming's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Master Zhou, for your reminder. I'll type it up now and you can see if there is anything wrong, please give me more pointers."

As he said that, he recalled the movements of old Zhou Tou, and practiced one move after another.

Old Zhou Tou chuckled, chewing on the golden and crispy Cicada Monkey, while carefully watching Jiang Ming's moves...

He is willing to say so much because Jiang Ming, a junior, really likes him. He used to be a Practitioner anyway, and the old scar was polite when he saw him. If someone else came to learn martial arts, how could he be so dedicated...

Looking at it, the old Zhou was also surprised.

Although Jiang Ming's moves are very slow, and he looks like a novice at first glance, but his movements are very standard, and there is a sense of strength in his gestures.

"Okay!" Old Zhou clapped his hands and praised: "Brother Ming, you are much better than me back then..."

Jiang Ming rolled his eyes in his heart, I have practiced Fist Technique for a month or two, and I have laid the foundation for so long, if it is not as good as you at the beginning, then it is not for nothing.

In the following days, I practice martial arts and eat every day, and when I get tired of practicing, I go to the mountains to collect herbs...

Before I knew it, another month had passed.

The autumn wind is bleak, bringing up the fallen leaves all over the sky, and Yunmeng Mountain Ze has already been covered with golden autumn clothes.

In the depths of the mountain, a figure like a tiger and ape leaped down from the edge of the cliff, stretched out one hand, and hung directly on a protruding rock.

"Red Blood Vine, here it is!"

Jiang Ming used a sickle to cut off a red vine as thick as a little finger, and smiled with satisfaction.

Picking lush leaves in spring, red flowers in summer, roots in autumn, and dead flowers in winter...

The medicinal materials are different in each season, and now is the time to pick the red blood vine.

Since Lao Zhoutou talked about the medicines that are very beneficial for martial arts, Jiang Ming has focused on these medicines.

Googoo~

On the top of the cliff, a fat white rabbit poked its head and cheered for Jiang Ming to gather the medicine.

"Hahaha, you are indeed my lucky star!" Jiang Ming climbed up the cliff and rubbed the rabbit's head: "Second Master Bai, I will take you to eat delicious and spicy food tonight... If I, Jiang Ming, can eat something in one bite, I will never eat it." will starve you."

Late at night, in a cave.

In an earthen pot, red blood vine, golden insect ginseng, poisonous mushroom and other medicinal materials were simmering over a low fire. Jiang Ming was lying on the ground beside him, his eyes sparkling.

"It's only a short shot from sensing qi and blood. Try again tomorrow!"

In the past few days, I have been able to vaguely sense Qi and blood occasionally, but I can't maintain that feeling.

During this period of time, he practiced Fuhu Fist at least a dozen times a day, and never stopped taking all kinds of medicines, but he never expected that Own entered the realm so quickly.

"Maybe this is the difference between quantitative change and qualitative change. You can't just use addition and subtraction to calculate..."

"Just wait until tomorrow!" He calmed down, closed his eyes and fell asleep...

(end of this chapter)