Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 36
It was getting late and it was not safe to go down the mountain, so Zhao Lin spent the night at Yingzui Cliff.

On the second day, I took the impala body down from the top of the cliff and flew all the way, enjoying the pleasure brought by the speed.

Zhao Lin felt that his running speed had more than doubled. If he compared with animals, he should run as fast as a horse.

Carrying the black-horned antelope back home, put down the things, ate something, and rushed to Liuhemen immediately.

He paid money to practice martial arts, and if he missed a day of learning, he wasted a day of tuition. Now that he had absorbed the second spirit, he couldn't waste any more time.

When passing the gate of the county seat, Zhao Lin stopped to take another look at the notice, which posted a reward order for the Diamond Mountain Leopard and its backbone.

As the leader of the bandits, the Diamond Mountain Leopard will reward those who catch him with a thousand taels of silver, regardless of whether he lives or dies.

The second treasurer, the third treasurer, and the four beams and eight pillars also offered rewards ranging from a few hundred taels to dozens of taels.

Zhao Lin didn't expect that the bandit leader he killed was worth so much money. If he used it to receive a reward, he wouldn't have to worry about tuition fees for the next two or three years.

It's a pity that unless this kind of reward can guarantee complete anonymity, otherwise receiving the reward is death.

Although he had no intention of doing so, Zhao Lin still wrote down the portraits of the bandits.

There are no photos in this era, and most of the portraits are just similar in appearance. The painter has never seen the bandits with his own eyes, and many portraits are based on hearsay.

"You came just in time. There will be a boxing match tomorrow. Let's practice our hands."

When Zhao Lin came to Liuhemen, Sun Xiaofan pulled him and said.

Yuan Cheng also came over, "You have been a beginner for three months, and tomorrow you will have a boxing match, so get ready."

The so-called boxing competition is a competition of boxing skills between apprentices.

The apprentices who learn boxing in Liuhemen will compete every once in a while and rank them according to their strength.

Zhu Huaishan's six disciples each brought two or three apprentices, so the boxing competition between the apprentices was also a kind of assessment for the six disciples.

Yuan Cheng brought three apprentices, He Jin, Sun Xiaofan and Zhao Lin, so he naturally hoped that they would rank higher.

After Zhao Lin wanted to try to absorb the black-horned antelope's spirit, he would improve his martial arts, so he readily agreed.

"Go ahead!"

The two stood facing each other, because Zhao Lin started late, Sun Xiaofan asked him to make the move first.

Zhao Lin moved his body a bit, punched twice and kicked a few times on the spot, he had to adapt to the changes in his body.

"watch out!"

At the same time as the words came out, Zhao Lin moved and punched Sun Xiaofan on the left shoulder.

Sun Xiaofan raised his hand to block, parried Zhao Lin's fist, took advantage of the momentum and slashed down, trying to seize the middle and try to regain the advantage.

Zhao Lin immediately changed his move, stepped sideways and bent his elbow, and bumped into him with an elbow.

Sun Xiaofan has always been known for his quick moves and nimble movements, seeing that Zhao Lin was playing fast with him, he couldn't help smiling, and changed his move accordingly.

The two of them changed their footsteps, their hands kept moving, within ten breaths, there was a muffled sound, and Sun Xiaofan took a few steps back clutching his chest.

"How do you play so fast?" Sun Xiaofan said in disbelief.

Zhao Lin was secretly delighted, in the past when he fought against Sun Xiaofan, he was always dazzled and overwhelmed by the other party, but now that his speed has improved, his moves are not so fast.

"Come again." Sun Xiaofan said unconvinced.

"Okay, this time you make the first move." Zhao Lin nodded.

"Look at the fist!"

Sun Xiaofan touched the ground with his toes, leaped forward, and punched Zhao Lin's chest with both fists.

Zhao Lin blocked it with a cross arm, and then kicked it sideways.

In the second fight, Sun Xiaofan's moves were fierce, it seemed that he was really serious.

It's a pity that Zhao Lin was as nimble as a civet cat, Sun Xiaofan's fist couldn't even touch his clothes.

This time, it only took seven breaths to split, and it was still Zhao Lin who won.

"Why did you suddenly become powerful?" Sun Xiaofan said in surprise.

The first time he underestimated the enemy, the second time he lost nothing to say.

Yuan Cheng was also surprised, but what surprised him was not Zhao Lin's speed, but his flexibility and flexibility.

Ordinary level [-] and even level [-] do not have such a flexible body, only warriors who have trained their tendons can have such a performance.

Is this talent?
Even though Yuan Cheng's heart is quite broad-minded, he couldn't help feeling a little jealousy in his heart.

He knew that Zhao Lin was born with great strength, but it is not uncommon to see strong warriors, but such agility is rare.

This is a natural material for martial arts.

"What am I thinking about here?"

Yuan Cheng laughed at himself and quickly adjusted his mentality.

There are so many warriors in the world, and there are many who are stronger than yourself. Are they all jealous?Then there is no need to live.

"Practicing martial arts emphasizes being as quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, and being fast from the beginning to the end is not a skill. Only when you slow down and then suddenly come quickly can you defeat the enemy."

Yuan Cheng commented, and then called another apprentice He Jin over, "You come and have a few tricks with him."

"Yes."

He Jin walked up to Zhao Lin and stood still, signaling him to make the first move.

"In martial arts competition, pay attention to proportion." Yuan Cheng reminded.

He Jin has practiced in Liuhemen for more than two years, and he is in the second-level realm of strength, and he ranks steadily in the top three among many apprentices.

Because his fists are very hard after bone training, Zhao Lin may not be able to withstand it if he uses all his strength, so Yuan Chengcai reminded him.

Zhao Lin cautiously did not move immediately, confronted for a moment, and suddenly slapped him.

His palm was a feint, used to attract the opponent's attention, halfway through the palm attack, he kicked sideways.

He Jin was not confused, he raised his knees to meet him.

Zhao Lin kicked He Jin's calf and felt that he had hit a piece of iron. Even though he had already retracted his strength in advance, he still felt a sharp pain.

"Bone training realm, the bones are really hard enough!"

Zhao Lin immediately changed his strategy and tried not to confront the opponent head-on.

The two quickly disassembled more than a dozen moves. He Jin had practiced Liuhequan for more than two years and had gained the essence of boxing. After all, Zhao Lin was a new learner and fell behind in moves.

On the other hand, He Jin is already at the second level of the strength realm, and Zhao Lin has just shed his skin twice, the difference in realm is too big, the former can punch without any scruples.

After dozens of strokes, Zhao Lin was forced to go outside the arena, and raised his hands to admit defeat.

"There is a proverb in martial arts, everything is invincible, but it can't be broken quickly. You both have the same."

Yuan Cheng said in an encouraging tone: "Zhao Lin has been a beginner for three months, and he can fight back and forth with He Jin, which is already very good."

Although Zhao Lin lost, he was not disappointed.

This is a competition, not an actual combat. If it is the latter, he can completely remain invincible by virtue of his speed advantage.

No matter what, I finally have the strength close to the second level of strength.

The next day, the sparring went on as scheduled.

Sixteen apprentices took the comparison test. After half a day, Zhao Lin ranked fifth, second only to a few apprentices who had started for two or three years. This was the result of his hard work.

Sect master Zhu Huaishan and several disciples were greatly surprised.

Zhu Huaishan called Zhao Lin to the backyard and said, "You have practiced very well. You can achieve this result in three months. You are a good seed for martial arts."

"Practice well in the future, if you have any difficulties, you can come to me."

Zhao Lin knew that his performance had attracted the sect master's attention, so he calmly said, "Yes, sect master."

"Do you think realm is more important, or actual combat is more important?"

Zhu Huaishan asked suddenly.

Zhao Lin was slightly taken aback, "The realm is still actual combat, what does the sect master mean?"

(End of this chapter)