Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 127 Stone Howling Fist

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Zhao Lin's legs crossed slightly, his body leaned forward, his arms swung quickly, and his fists rained down on the steel-plated target.

The steel plate made a crisp sound, and the lingering sound echoed in the basement.

He is now at the first level of Qi, and if he wants to enter the Dance Elephant Academy, he must defeat two disciples at the third level of Qi in a row.

Fighting in the same sect is not a fight for life and death, and you can't use weapons, you can only rely on fists and kicks.

Zhao Lin doesn't have any skills to rely on right now, the Tortoise Armor Strength can only be used for defense, and the Benlei Finger is too slow, so he is hurrying up to practice Shi Xiao Quan.

Otherwise, during the competition, even if the strength prevails, the fists will not be able to bear it.

Shi Xiaoquan is conducive to quick success, and it highlights the word "hard", which is a masculine way.Practicing to the extreme, breaking steles and cracking stones with bare hands, it is difficult to hurt with swords.

You don't need much talent, you just need to work hard.

The disadvantage is that the room for improvement is limited. If you want to improve your strength after breaking through to the blood level, you can only practice other boxing strengths.

Unlike some exercises that can be practiced all the way from Qi state to blood state, or even Yuan state.

Shi Xiaoquan includes two parts: internal training and external training. The internal training hits the ten points from the wrist to the back of the hand, while the external training relies on tempering and hitting, just like training the skin.

"Nine hundred and ninety-one, nine hundred and ninety-two...one thousand!"

Zhao Lin stopped, wiped the sweat from his head, took a short rest, then changed his posture, squatted his legs into a horse stance, and punched hard, hitting the target hard.

bang bang bang...

There are two ways of punching Shi Xiaoquan: fast punch and heavy punch.

Quick punches are mainly point stabs, and they attack in a straight line with the face of the fist; heavy punches use the bony knots on the fist, and the power is stored for a long time, and the power is even greater.

"call……"

About an hour later, Zhao Lin finished punching a thousand punches and wanted to practice for a while, but felt a dull pain in his bones, and knew that today could only end here.

Adversity Returning to the Sea Jue spreads the strength to the flesh and blood, the blood returns to calm, and the cultivation base also returns to the strength realm.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

The bell in the practice room rang, and Zhao Lin looked up, knowing that it was the master calling him.

Quickly pushed open the door of the secret room and walked into the study.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

"Come on, drink the general soup first." Zhu Huaishan pointed to the soup on the table.

Zhao Lin nodded, picked up the bowl, and drank it up.

Practicing boxing strength and palm strength outside will cause great harm to the body. If you can't recover in time, the injuries will accumulate, and you won't be able to continue practicing in a long time.

General Decoction is a decoction for recovery.

Zhao Lin once forgot to drink, and when he got up the next day, he felt numb and itchy in his palms, and his heart ached when he touched it lightly.

Practicing external strength, the true teaching 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 when martial arts were not popular in the early years, there was a burglar named Zhang Xiaosan who made a living by stealing. He was born with poor skills and was often caught and beaten by the victim.

Once Zhang Xiaosan sneaked into a drug store, searched for a long time but couldn't find any money, so he grabbed some medicinal materials randomly, stuffed them into a cloth bag and carried them in his arms.

As a result, he was bumped into by someone before going out, and it was another good beating.

After the beating, the store clerk remembered to search the body and found that the medicinal materials in the cloth bag were all broken into pieces.

Zhang Xiaosan came home, lay on the bed for half a day, and was surprised to find that his body recovered without pain or itching.

In the past, when he was beaten, at least he had to rest for three to five days. Zhang Xiaosan thought that it might be because of the medicinal materials, so he wrote down the medicinal materials and prescriptions from memory.

Since then, whenever he went out to steal, he would always carry a cloth bag containing medicinal materials to protect his vitals. No matter how hard he was beaten, he would recover in less than half a day.

One day his neighbor fell from the roof and broke his leg. He was treated by a doctor for two months but did not recover.

Zhang Xiaosan was moved with compassion, so he gave the medicine powder in the cloth bag to his neighbors.

The neighbor had no choice but to hold on to the idea of ​​treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor. It was applied externally and taken internally every day, and as a result, he was able to walk on the ground in seven days.

This matter was spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and spread among the neighbors, and there was an endless stream of people coming to see the injury.

Zhang Xiaosan simply changed his career and became a doctor, treating people's bruises and becoming more and more famous.

Everyone knew his origin, so they gave this 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 thought the name of Thief Budai was not pleasant, so they changed the name to General Tang.

Until the rise of martial arts, Jiangjun Tang's prescriptions entered the martial arts portal from the folk.

The recovery decoctions of many schools of martial arts are improved based on the general soup, and the name has been used to this day.

Watching Zhao Lin finish drinking the medicine, Zhu Huaishan said slowly, "A policeman named He Qingquan is looking for you outside. I'll let him wait in the side hall."

"He Qingquan?"

Zhao Lin was puzzled, he was no longer in the county office, what did He Qingquan ask him for?
Is there any difficult case?
"Go and see what's going on." Zhu Huaishan said.

Zhao Lin nodded in agreement, walked to the side hall in the backyard, and saw He Qingquan drinking tea with a dull expression.

"Old He." Zhao Lin stepped forward to greet him.

"Captain Zhao..." He Qingquan stood up and laughed.

Zhao Lin quickly stopped and said, "Don't, I'm not the chief arrester now, just call me by my name."

"Look at my memory, I forgot about it."

He Qingquan patted his head, and then his expression changed, "A teenage boy came to the county government today to look for me, saying that the prey you asked the He family to catch has arrived."

"I figured that no matter how small Captain Zhao's matter is, it's a big one, so I rushed here without stopping."

Zhao Lin was surprised and delighted when he heard the words, and suddenly remembered that he had asked the hunter surnamed Jin to catch white-throated and pointed-tailed swifts.

I've been busy practicing kung fu recently, so I forgot about this matter, but I didn't expect the news to come.

"It's troublesome, and I have to make a special trip."

Zhao Lin took out a piece of silver from his arms and handed it over.

"No trouble, just a few steps away."

He Qingquan took his leave and left without further inquiry.

Zhao Lin sent people out, and seeing that it was not too late, he informed his master and went straight to the city gate, buying some meatloaf on the way as usual.

The skylark spirit not only allows itself to master the ability to fly, but also expands the 24 acupuncture points on the chest and back, making it flexible and changeable.

This time it was able to suppress the beard, this spirit played a big role.

The white-throated sharp-tailed swift is the fastest flying among common birds, what will happen if it absorbs its spirit?
Thinking of this, Zhao Lin couldn't help speeding up his pace and rushed to Hejiatun before sunset.

"Ordinary swallows are easy to catch, but this one you want is too difficult! It flies high and fast, and basically never lands."

"It took dozens of sticky nets to catch this one."

Jin Bao took Zhao Lin home and showed him the swallows he had caught.

Inside the cage was a blue-feathered and gray-tailed swallow with a long, pointed tail and a large white patch under its chin.

Zhao Lin nodded secretly, exactly the same as the white-throated and pointed-tailed swift in his memory.

"Thank you for your hard work, this is the reward."

Zhao Lin took out five taels of silver ingots prepared in advance.

"My boss gave it to me last time, how could I have the nerve to ask for more money?" Jin Bao quickly refused.

"Take it, don't tell anyone about it."

Zhao Lin put down the silver ingot and strode away with the cage.

(End of this chapter)