One pound of meat equals one attribute point.

Chapter 1 Extraordinary
It was noon, and the golden sunlight swept across the city wall, leaving shadows in the ancient city of Changqing County.

Although the sun was shining brightly, it was just the beginning of spring and the weather was not particularly severe.

On this street called Guozi Street, as usual, many vendors were hawking their wares. There were also some street jugglers shouting loudly, attracting many pedestrians to watch.

On the street paved with blue-gray stone bricks, an enlarged and widened brown-yellow carriage slowly passed by, and its wheels rolled over the ground, making a creaking sound.

In the carriage, Su Heng slowly opened his eyes.

He had just finished breakfast less than an hour ago, but now sitting in the carriage, he could smell the aroma of pancakes, fresh pastries and various fried foods in the air, and he felt a hint of hunger in his stomach again, and he couldn't help swallowing again.

Before he knew it, it had been more than five years since he traveled to this world called the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he had gradually begun to adapt to life here.

When he first traveled through time, Su Heng was also full of ambition.

With the knowledge in his memory, he made soap, refined salt, purified strong liquor, helped his family develop the industry, and earned a lot of money. He was also eager to learn martial arts, eager to be able to travel the world of martial arts and become a martial arts master...

Ok,
Unfortunately.

Su Heng's dream of becoming a martial arts master only lasted for three months.

Although there are so-called martial arts, standing exercises, and artistic conception in this world, they focus more on conditioning the body rather than fighting with others. Those so-called first-class masters in the martial arts world can hardly beat an armored warrior holding a spear with bare hands.

After knowing that this world was not even considered a low-level martial arts world, Su Heng's passion to become a martial arts master slowly died down. He had been working hard for such a long time, and now that he had finally traveled through time and space and became a rich young man, he still couldn't enjoy life properly.

This enjoyment of life lasted for five whole years.

It was not until something happened three months ago that Su Heng was surprised to find out that he was actually...

"Xilulu!"

The neighing sound coming from outside the carriage interrupted Su Heng's thoughts, and the carriage that was originally driving steadily on the road slowly stopped.

"What happened?" Su Heng asked through the car curtain.

The driver of the carriage was named Li Si, who was short but smart and capable, and was trusted by Su Heng's father, Mr. Su. Therefore, he became Su Heng's personal bodyguard and was almost inseparable from him when he was outside.

Li Si stood on the carriage and looked up to observe for a while.

After a while, Li Si's voice came, "Someone found a body in the well, and the government officials are investigating. Many people are watching the excitement, so they are blocking the road."

"Just go around it." Su Heng didn't think much about it after hearing it.

"drive!"

"drive!"

Li Si waved his whip and drove the carriage around the street ahead.

The carriage left Guozi Street and entered another slightly quieter Wutong Street with many large trees planted on both sides.

With a neighing sound, the carriage stopped again.

This time there was no accident, but they had already arrived at their destination.

Li Si got off the horse and pulled open the door curtain. Su Heng then slowly got off the carriage and stood firmly on the ground. In front of him was a tall gray-white courtyard. The plaque in front of the door was bathed in the mottled shadows of the sycamore trees, and the four characters "Chun Yang Martial Arts Hall" were written in a flamboyant style.

in front of the gate,
A female martial artist in white training clothes had been waiting here early.

The female martial artist was about 27 or 28 years old. Although her appearance was not stunningly beautiful, her fair face was attractive. Her figure was especially well-proportioned. Through her loose training clothes, one could see the outline of her chest and hips. She looked very talented and mature.

"Junior Brother Su." The female martial artist was named Ning Wantong, the daughter of the owner of Chunyang Martial Arts School.

This Chunyang Martial Arts School had a glorious past in Changqing County, but now in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the general trend is to emphasize literature over martial arts, and it is indeed difficult to achieve success in martial arts in a short period of time. Chunyang Martial Arts School naturally declined gradually.

In recent years, it has even become difficult to maintain.

It was Su Heng's joining and the financial support he provided that helped the martial arts school overcome its difficulties.

Seeing her big money sponsor coming, Ning Wantong's face was naturally full of smiles and her attitude seemed very enthusiastic.

"Senior Sister Ning." Su Heng nodded slightly as a greeting.

Led by Ning Wantong, the two walked through the entrance, passed a beautiful garden, and finally came to a courtyard on the west side. With Ning Wantong's help, Su Heng changed his clothes, also in a pure white training suit.

The two came to the practice room.

The practice room is divided into two floors, facing north and south, and is spacious and bright.

In the training room, the floor was made of solid wood, and in the corners were placed various wooden stakes and sandbags needed for strengthening the Qi. It was just past noon, and there were seven or eight young disciples in the room practicing stake work, and a dull-faced senior brother was seriously pointing out the shortcomings of their postures.

From one static movement to another static movement.

Every change of movement was accompanied by humming and haying sounds. The voices of seven or eight people sounded in unison, which could be considered loud.

Su Heng paused briefly on the first floor, his eyes sweeping over these young disciples.

Then he went to the second floor with Ning Wantong.

Compared to the first layer.

The second floor of the practice room is much more spacious.

Apart from a small wooden table in the middle, a few cushions, and a mural hanging on the east wall, there was no other decoration. Sunlight poured into the room through the open windows, and one could actually see fine dust in the air.

Sitting cross-legged at the wooden table was a bald middle-aged man. He was thin and only about 1.56 meters tall, but his eyes were bright and he looked very energetic.

This man's name is Ning Zhibai, the owner of Chunyang Martial Arts School, and also Su Heng's nominal master.

Of course, there are fewer and fewer people willing to work hard to learn martial arts in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and martial artists do not have any special status. Moreover, Chunyang Martial Arts School was revived because of the money Su Heng funded. Therefore, when they were getting along in the past, Su Heng's status seemed more respected.

Seeing Su Heng coming, Ning Zhibai stood up on his own initiative and forced a smile on his face.

"Master Ning." Su Heng nodded slightly, and the two sat down opposite each other.

"Have you been practicing well these days?" Ning Zhibai took the initiative to speak. On the other side, Ning Wantong made a pot of hot tea for the two of them, then bowed and left.

"Everything is fine." Su Heng thought, "It's just that there are some things in my practice that I still don't quite understand."

"What's the matter?" He saw his big money sponsor's serious attitude.

Ning Zhibai also subconsciously straightened his back, with an expression of listening attentively on his face.

"There are five levels in Pure Yang Gong. After practicing to a high level, it can not only protect you from cold and heat and all kinds of diseases, but also prolong your life to a hundred years and keep you full of energy. But is that all? Is it possible to reach a higher level through some special method or medicine to gain incredible power?" Su Heng stared into Ning Zhibai's eyes and asked seriously.

Ning Zhibai's serious expression gradually turned into a bit speechless when he heard this. Even so, the young master Su in front of him was someone he couldn't afford to offend. Ning Zhibai took a sip of hot tea, sighed helplessly, and then said seriously, "In this world, being able to fight many alone can be considered a good player.

Anyone who could defeat an armored warrior with bare hands could be called first-rate, while a so-called master could only defeat ten armored warriors at the same time at best.

Although Chun Yang Gong is a long-standing martial art, it cannot help you break through the limits of the human body. What is more important is to regulate your breath and follow a moderate and peaceful path.

There is no so-called skill in this world that can allow people to break through their limits.

Even those masters in the martial arts world are so powerful for only two reasons.

The first is that they have strong natural talents, and the second is that they spend all their time and energy on practicing martial arts, engraving all kinds of moves into their muscle memory, so when fighting with others, they can be faster than their brains and arrive first. "

"Is that so?" Su Heng stared into Ning Zhibai's eyes, feeling somewhat disappointed, but he could also tell that his cheap master was not lying.

"Please demonstrate the Pure Yang Gong's standing practice so that I can see how your practice progress has been recently." Seeing that Su Heng wanted to ask more questions, Ning Zhibai could only change the subject quietly.

Su Heng nodded, drank the tea in the cup, and then stood up from the mat.

Pure Yang Gong is divided into standing meditation and breathing method.

The so-called standing meditation is a series of static movements recorded in Chun Yang Gong, which is sometimes combined with specific formulas.

There are twelve postures in the Chun Yang Gong, from the initial three-body posture with hands and feet, elbows and knees, shoulders and hips combined, to the final floating cloud posture with the body slightly tilted, arms stretched up and down, and the back of the head, neck and spine in a straight line.

If the switching between movements is smooth and natural, and the breathing is steady, the standing meditation of Chun Yang Gong is qualified.

As for the breathing method, there is nothing special about it either, it is even simpler.

Normal people's breathing only passes through the lungs, so it seems short and rapid during strenuous exercise. But with the help of some special formulas and breathing methods, the gas can penetrate into the abdominal organs, so the breath seems long and powerful. This method is somewhat similar to some high-pitched singing skills that Su Heng had come into contact with before.

"Not bad, not bad." After completing several sets of standing exercises, Su Heng's forehead was slightly sweaty. Ning Zhibai handed him a clean white towel with a sincere look of admiration on his face, "You are very talented in martial arts."

"If you can study hard and practice diligently, you can also become a master." Ning Zhibai said with emotion.

After saying this,
Before Su Heng could answer, he just started laughing to himself.

"But even a Grandmaster is nothing to you."

For ordinary people, practicing martial arts is barely a way out. But the Changqing Su family is more than just a wealthy family. As the eldest son of the family, Su Heng is destined to inherit this huge family business, which is a good thing that many people envy.

"Master Ning, I want to be alone for a while." Su Heng took the towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then whispered to Ning Zhibai.

"Yeah, okay." Ning Zhibai didn't think much about it.

He just said casually, "If you need anything else, just call me downstairs."

"it is good."

Su Heng nodded.

After Ning Zhibai left along the stairs, Su Heng turned around and looked at the slightly mottled murals on the wall.

The content of the mural is very simple, even empty. In the center of the picture is a bright red sun, with rolling white clouds around it, as if there is a whistling wind, and in the distance you can vaguely see some green mountains outlined by thick black strokes.

The paintings of the Great Zhou Dynasty pay attention to expressing the spirit through the form, and to have both form and spirit.

If viewed from this angle, the mural in front of us can only be considered inferior and does not have much to offer.

But rather,
When practicing the Pure Yang Technique and gazing at the mural in front of him, Su Heng always had some insights.

For example, now, Su Heng was looking at the mural in front of him. He was clearly bathing in the warm afternoon sun, but he inexplicably felt a strong wind blowing. It was as if he was really standing on the top of a dark and gloomy mountain, with the mountain wind whistling, the leaden clouds rolling overhead, the sun rising, and the golden light of glass pouring out...

"call!"

Su Heng's chest rose and fell. He closed his eyes and slowly came back to his senses from the mood of the painting.

When he opened his eyes again, lines of gray-white fonts vaguely appeared in front of him, forming an attribute column.

[Name: Su Heng]

【Height: 1.85 meters】

[Weight: 215 catties]

[Kung Fu: Pure Yang Gong (Fifth Level)]

[Attribute points: 10]

This simple attribute column suddenly appeared after Su Heng practiced the Pure Yang Gong. After Su Heng's verification, he was basically able to determine that the attribute points in the column were positively correlated with weight. In other words, for every pound of weight Su Heng gained, he could gain one attribute point.

As for why Su Heng suddenly wanted to practice Pure Yang Kung...

The reason is simple.

During these five years, Su Heng enjoyed life, indulged in sensual pleasures, became fatter, and his will was worn out. He originally just wanted to change his daily routine, recuperate his body, and increase his Qi and blood by practicing martial arts.

But I never expected that just a few days after learning Chun Yang Gong, I discovered the golden finger that was five years late.

What Ning Zhibai said was right.

Su Heng has excellent talent and aptitude in martial arts and is expected to become a master.

In less than three months, he had already mastered the Pure Yang Technique. Although Su Heng didn't know what Ning Zhibai's level was, from the conversation just now, Ning Zhibai's attainments in the Pure Yang Technique should be far inferior to his.

because,

After practicing to the fifth level.

Su Heng felt more and more that his body was like a ball filled with air, with a feeling of fullness that he had nowhere to vent. He could already vaguely sense another realm of Pure Yang Gong, a completely different new world. But there was a thick layer of oil film separating him, just like seeing flowers in the fog, he could only feel it but could not step into it.

It is for this reason that Su Heng guessed that the Pure Yang Skill has a sixth level, or even a higher level.

However, in order to break through to the sixth level, a special "medicine" was needed as a stimulus. Su Heng came here this time to inquire about this "medicine" from Ning Zhibai. But unfortunately, after a conversation, Su Heng did not gain any obvious results.

"Ning Zhibai probably really doesn't know, but I have another way." Su Heng stared at the attribute panel in front of him with empty eyes.

The column of exercises.

After the fifth level of Pure Yang Gong, a grayish-white "+" sign appears faintly.

Su Heng concentrated his attention and lightly tapped the "+" sign. In an instant, a suction force appeared out of nowhere. The ten attribute points that Su Heng had accumulated with great difficulty became blurred and then disappeared completely.

(End of this chapter)