Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 139 Smell Training
Yongning City, Haoyue Martial Arts Hall.

"You punched a bit high just now, 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, hold back your strength, your feet are empty steps, don't step on them firmly, this will make it easier to connect to the next move."

The apprentice hit it again according to what Zhao Lin said, and found that it was quite coherent. He said with admiration, "Zhao Dujiao is really powerful, and he hits the mark as soon as he said it. No wonder I always feel awkward every time I hit here."

"Of course, Zhao Dujiao is a disciple of Xingyunzong's Elephant Dance Academy, and he can see the crux of it at a glance."

An old-looking apprentice next to him echoed.

Standing under the eaves of the lobby, Ma Chaoxian withdrew his gaze, and whispered to the short and strong man beside him, "How about it, can the person I'm looking for be okay?"

The short and stout man nodded, "That's right, I do have some skills, much better than the showman invited by the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall."

"That is, can the disciples of the Elephant Dance Academy be the same as those of the outer courtyard?" Ma Chaoxian said with some complacency.

After Zhao Lin settled down in the Wuxiang Academy, he remembered Ma Chaoxian's invitation and went to the city to inspect the martial arts hall for more than half a month.

He didn't come to the door directly, but first inquired around the nearby shops and residences. The reputation of the martial arts school is quite good, and he didn't take in any criminals.

When I came to the martial arts hall and talked for a while, I felt that the owners of the gymnasium were all reasonable people, and they didn't make any unreasonable demands, so they agreed to take the post of Dujiao.

Martial arts practice pays attention to the combination of work and rest. Zhao Lin didn't want to spend money in vain, so he took the time to go down the mountain every six or seven days to teach apprentices in the martial arts hall.

Because he is easy-going and serious in doing things, he doesn't have the airs of a disciple of a big sect, and the apprentices in the martial arts hall love to ask him for advice.

After coming and going, the reputation spread, attracting many young people from nearby to join Haoyue Martial Arts.

In addition to instructing apprentices in the martial arts gym, Zhao Lin also sometimes competes with several gym masters in "Pushing Hands".

The so-called Pushing Hands refers to a martial arts competition in which the two sides do not use any internal strength, and their strength and speed are also reduced to the level of ordinary people.

Haoyue Martial Arts has three masters, besides Ma Chaoxian, there is one named Li Kui and one named Zhang He.

The three have different backgrounds and different schools.

Zhao Lin pushing hands with them can also broaden his horizons and improve his actual combat experience.

"Brother Zhao, here is the tea money for this month."

It was getting late, Zhao Lin said his goodbyes and left the martial arts hall. When Ma Chaoxian sent him to the door, he handed over a bag of silver.

"It's...it's early, I've been here for less than a month."

Zhao Lin glanced at the silver, but didn't reach out to pick it up.

"Why are you being polite? Sooner or later, there will be a few days difference. Wouldn't it be troublesome to delay 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 will not be polite."

"Don't..."

After leaving the martial arts hall, Zhao Lin did not go back to Xingyunzong, but walked two streets in the opposite direction to the "Stone Archway" in the west city.

There are many shops in the stone archway, especially the medicine shop, which accounts for nearly half, and you can smell a strong smell of medicine from a long distance.

Ever since he learned about the autumn harvest in September, Zhao Lin started to make preparations for it.

The first is to improve the sense of smell.

Rare herbs are not weeds, they can be seen everywhere, and most of them grow in inaccessible places.

Moreover, each herb has different habits, some grow in the shade at the bottom of the mountain, some like dark and tidal swamps, and some are resistant to cold and drought and grow in the crevices of rocks.

Ordinary people can only search around with difficulty with their eyes, but Zhao Lin is different. He has a keen sense of smell, as long as he knows the taste of a certain rare herb, he can find it along the way.

This time, the spirit of smelling the mink finally has a place to use.

Recently, Zhao Lin eats a lot of fruits and vegetables every day, as well as some sweet and sour foods to nourish yin, to adjust his sense of taste.

Sure enough, the grid of smelling mink in the spirit beast picture 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, but also to have a strong ability to distinguish. Even the police dogs in the previous life have to undergo olfactory training, and it is the same for humans.

The taste of herbs is nothing more than 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 tastes one by one.

Then he mixed them together randomly, and with his eyes closed, he took out a large handful, about a dozen kinds of medicinal materials, and put them into a wooden box.

Bringing the wooden box to a quiet and deserted place, people stood in the distance, sniffing what herbs were in the wooden box.

After repeated practice, Zhao Lin could already stand at a distance of fifty feet and smell exactly what herbs were in the wooden box.

But this is not enough, because the actual environment is more complicated. The mountains and forests have the smell of soil, the aroma of flowers and plants, the sweet smell of wild fruits, the stinky smell of animal excrement and urine, and so on.

All kinds of flavors are mixed together, coupled with the wind, sun and rain, there is a lot of interference.

In order to simulate these disturbances, Zhao Lin put wooden boxes in the dining hall kitchen, in the bamboo forest in the mountains, in the stables, and even underground...

On the day of harvesting in autumn, the elders will announce which mountain to collect the herbs, and at the same time, they will also show the disciples to identify the rare herbs collected before.

Zhao Lin is confident that before that, he can train his nose and become a human to smell the mink.

Many animals can smell truffles buried deep in the ground, and even rare herbs can be found if they are buried in the ground!

Jiusantang, Jishi Temple, Yiyuantang...

There are many medicine shops in the stone archway, and the flow of people is bustling, quite lively.

Without squinting, Zhao Lin walked towards a shop called "Xuanwu Medicine Hall".

As the name suggests, this pharmacy does not sell ordinary herbal medicines, but medicinal materials for martial arts.

Relying on his extraordinary hearing ability, Zhao Lin learned from the disciples of Wuxiang Academy that this medicine hall was actually opened by Xingyunzong.

In addition to medicinal materials, there are also ready-made general soup and Yiqi soup for sale in the store, but the recipe is definitely not as good as that used by the disciples in the sect.

Although the price is slightly expensive, the quality is guaranteed.

"Brother, do you want General Tang's prescription?"

A man with a square scarf wrapped around his head and a baggy exercise suit leaned over and asked.

When warriors go out and meet people they don't know, they often greet each other with the title of senior brother, which is a bit similar to "buddies" and "brothers" in previous lives, and they can't be taken seriously.

Zhao Lin took a look at the man, and flatly refused, "No need."

The formulas of medicinal materials used in martial arts are the undisclosed secrets of various sects, and it is impossible to reduce them to selling on the street.

Besides, Zhao Lin didn't want to open a shop to sell medicine, and he didn't want to set up a martial arts school. Don't say it was fake, even if it was true, he wouldn't be interested.

"It's real General Soup, if it's fake, you'll get your money back..." the man said unwillingly.

Zhao Lin waved his hands without looking back, and walked into the medicine hall.

(End of this chapter)