Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 1 Looking for Thunder in Silent Places

Qinglan country.

On the top of the mountain, the light rain covered the entire mountain with a layer of gauze.

Somewhere in the hazy rain and fog, a courtyard with red eaves and blue tiles could be vaguely seen. At this time, a young man was sitting under the eaves of the west wing of the courtyard.

The young man put his chin in his hand and stared at the lines of rain falling from the eaves without blinking, his mind wandering to nowhere.

Lean slightly.

A thunderous thunder shook the courtyard.

Only then did the young man come back to his senses, and the scene during the day could not be suppressed in his mind.

"Name?"

"Wu Meng."

"age?"

"Just turned fifteen."

"Fifteen years old? That's not too young! The twenty-four dozen eagle chicks are the entry-level training. The most important thing is the qualifications of the muscles and bones. The disciples in the palace must not be later than twelve years old before reaching perfection. This is not only a test of qualifications, but also a correct practice. The latest age limit for meritorious service.”

"Elder Rong, I went to the mountain with the second prince when I was ten years old. Thanks to the love of the palace, I was given the status of a disciple. I have only been practicing Xiaolian for five years."

"Are you the medicine boy who followed the second prince to the mountain?"

"Exactly."

"It's a pity... That's it, go and get an introductory volume of Liuhe Thunder Eagle Kung Fu. Although your muscles and bones have been formed, as long as you can endure the hardship and endure hardship, it is not hopeless to reach the bottom of the ranks in your prime..."

"..."

Mo Liu...

Wu Meng came to his senses.

After traveling to this world for more than a year, he has a clearer understanding of this world, or to be precise, this world.

Although the land under your feet is called Qinglan Country and has a huge court power, warriors are definitely the most noble group of people on it.

From the emperors of the past dynasties to the most famous princes and capable ministers, they are all top warriors.

It can be said that warriors rule this land, including the court and the rivers and lakes.

Warriors, according to their strength, are divided into low-level, low-level, second-rate, first-rate, and even rare, heavenly realms with the appearance of gods and humans.

Although there are a large number of warriors, most of them are limited by qualifications, skills, financial resources and other factors, and are at a sub-par level.

According to the elders of Jueshan Palace during the day, Wu Meng missed the best age to practice and his muscles and bones were already set.

The lowest level is the upper limit of his life.

To put it bluntly, he has practiced diligently for most of his life and has been able to make a name for himself in the state and county.

If you are looking for a job, it is more than enough to open a martial arts school or escort agency in a remote county. If you open it in major state capitals, you can at least be a leader.

then……

There is no more.

The best result is that after thirty years, you can save hundreds of taels of silver, wash your hands in a golden basin, and continue the family line.

Thinking too far...

When Wu Meng came to his senses, the sound of rain pouring into his ears.

Looking at the blue bricks and black tiles in front of him, the corridors and pavilions, and then at the undulating green mountains in the distance, there was a little more sparkle in his eyes.

It’s rare to live a new life, and you don’t want to end up somewhere, so you should see more scenery and don’t be as busy and hurried as you were in your last life!

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his young face, and he turned around and rushed into the room.

The rain lasts for half a day and continues continuously.

Just after Xu Shi, the sky was dim.

Wu Meng trotted all the way through the rain, passed through several corridors, and came to the backyard.

This is where I practice on weekdays.

He stood still, took a few breaths, and consolidated the results of the past half day in his mind.

The Liuhe Thunder Eagle Kung Fu is the secret skill of the Jue Shan Palace. Once practiced to perfection, one can be ranked among the top ranks. There are few opponents in the world. Looking at the entire world, it is also a first-class skill.

It stands to reason that if an ordinary Jueshan Palace disciple wants to practice this technique, qualifications, loyalty, and testing are all indispensable. The fact that Wu Meng was able to easily obtain the introductory chapter was really due to the Second Prince’s credit.

Wu Mengli stood in the rain, spent a moment holding a stick of incense to calm down and concentrate, and then moved around at will, executing each stance according to what he had understood over the past half day.

First the Thunder Eagle Fist, then the Claw and Leg poses.

In this process, there is also a change in breathing and mental methods.

If practiced to the extreme, the external form of the eagle will be fierce and flexible, while the internal thunder power will be domineering and tough.

It was supposed to be a fierce stance, but when Wu Meng came out, it was so weird and weird. Not to mention his funny movements, his breathing was completely messed up, not to mention his state of mind.

He put away his posture, feeling somewhat discouraged in his heart.

What the elder said is absolutely true.

During the deduction of each posture, he felt his stiff muscles and bones. Even though he tried his best, he still couldn't help but feel discouraged and fell apart.

There was a feeling of powerlessness like a small horse pulling a large cart, and every step was a struggle.

Wu Meng adjusted his breath and let go of the emotions in his heart.

Summarizing his previous experience, he thought of the Twenty-Four Fights of Eagle Chicks. This small training evolved from the Liuhe Thunder Eagle Kung Fu.

This is a small exercise to lay the foundation for getting started and to stretch your muscles.

Ordinary disciples enter the palace at the age of five, and if they practice to perfection at the age of twelve, they are considered to have acceptable qualifications.

Wu Mengwan has been practicing for several years, and he was just about to perfect it yesterday.

Since it is very difficult to practice the Liuhe Thunder Eagle Kung Fu, it is better to warm up with twenty-four dozen. Although it is unrealistic to expect it to stretch the muscles and bones, mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are.

Do it when you think of it.

There were twenty-four dozen eagle chicks, each of which unfolded like mercury in Wu Meng's hands.

Hearty and refreshing, lifting weights feels like lightness.

This is the embodiment of the perfect state. Even if it is just a small practice and not an elegant one, the skills and force cannot be underestimated.

Among ordinary people who don't know martial arts, it's no big deal that one can defeat many.

Wu Meng's beating lasted half an hour.

He was so immersed in it that he didn't even notice it. He hit it three times before stopping.

However, when he stopped, he suddenly felt that his whole person was different.

Two completely different, mysterious and mysterious breaths, let's call them breaths, arose from an inexplicable place in his body, seemingly full, yet empty.

For a moment, he felt everything in the world and everything seemed to be empty.

"yin and yang……"

Wu Meng slowly spit out two words under the influence of this mysterious feeling.

The words fell.

Many unprecedented insights emerged in his mind, and he vaguely felt that certain states of his body seemed to have become constant at the previous moment.

A certain mysterious and eternal balance has been achieved within the body.

Standing blankly in the rain.

Wu Meng's brain shut down for the first time since time travel.

After a long time, he suddenly came to his senses.

As a time traveler, my own golden finger...

It seems to have arrived!

At this time, a surprised shout came from the archway in the backyard: "Wu Meng, what are you doing standing in the rain? Are you stupid?"

Wu Meng turned around and saw a figure standing in the arched doorway, a full head taller than him, also wearing a navy blue shorts, staring at him.

This is Song Moping, the colleague and sibling of the predecessor Wu Meng.

The two are not related by blood at all, but they are the only two medicine boys who went up the mountain with the second prince. They have been together for a long time and have a very close relationship.

To describe it in casual conversation among Jueshan Palace disciples, one of the two medicine boys acts as a thug and the other is responsible for eye candy.

Yes, Song Moping is the one they call the thug.

(End of this chapter)