The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 218: Pretend to break the mind, and be watched while taking medicine

Sui Shi Lou.

A strong wind hit Qin Zhiming's face, and the jade spear in his pupils expanded rapidly.

Qin Zhiming wanted to push away the jade spear, but the moment the spear body touched the jade spear, the jade spear rotated and brushed past the spear body, then suddenly stopped.

Looking at the jade spear touching his forehead, Qin Zhiming raised the corners of his mouth:
"Very good, don't stop next time. I'm strong and you can't hurt me."

Ding ding ding ding ding!

The two jade spears turned into shadows and collided back and forth.

The lecturer who was explaining the rules of the Dao was horrified.

Throat, armpits, abdomen, lower back, heart, and genitals.

Qin Zhiming was stabbed in many fatal places by the gun.
However, when it stabbed, there was only a dull sound but no blood splattered.

The martial artist saw that Qin Zhiming's physique was indeed not afraid of the jade weapon, so she swung the spear in her hand faster and faster.

Qin Zhiming stared closely, remembering the martial artist's movements, breathing, and gaze, and memorized every detail firmly in his mind.

His strength and speed were reduced to the same level as the martial artist's, but the martial artist was able to suppress him.

Although Qin Zhiming could rely on his keen mind to detect the location of the spear attack in advance.

However, when he wanted to stop it, he couldn't.

The martial artist thrust his spear faster, with more force, and at a more tricky angle than his.

Every time she used the spear, her body posture was beautiful.

The spear is an extension of her hands and feet, integrated with her breathing, movements, gaze, and mind.

Afterwards, the two people in the lecturer's eyes gradually changed, and their movements seemed to become more and more similar.

Not only that, the frequency of Qin Zhiming being hit also gradually decreased.

Ding!
Under the martial artist's shocked gaze, his powerful thrust was entangled by the opponent's jade spear.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Zhiming pushed away the martial artist's jade spear and put his own jade spear against his opponent's throat.

"Come again!"

The unwilling martial artist forgot his status as a servant for a moment.

Day after day, year after year, she fell asleep holding her spear.

After much difficulty, he mastered the spear and achieved perfection in spearmanship, making it his proud strength.

Unexpectedly, he was defeated in just half an hour.

She thought Qin Zhiming was lucky and wanted to prove his strength again.

"Come!"

Qin Zhiming, who was in high spirits, agreed without hesitation.

Stab, pierce, beat, attack, entangle, circle, block, grab, pounce, tap, and flick. . .

The two men's spears were like two completely different dragons, fighting each other.

The martial artist's dragon is flexible and versatile, with speed and cunning as its main features.

Qin Zhiming's dragon was lifeless, as if it had no intelligence.

However, as the fight between the two became more intense.

Qin Zhiming's dragon has changed.

Faster and faster, more and more fierce.

"He actually realized his own intention?"

The astonished martial artist's heart trembled.

If she had accepted such a disciple in her later years, she would definitely teach him carefully.

Even if she died at the hands of her disciple in the future, she would die without regrets.

However, Qin Zhiming is a person who wants to learn about all kinds of weapons.

To him, a gun is just a tool, not his life.

It was just such a person who understood the meaning from his own marksmanship.

This was tantamount to telling the martial artist that her life's achievements were nothing to Qin Zhiming.

Qin Zhiming could see that the martial artist was upset.

The mind is confused and the gun is unstable.

bump!
One jade spear hit the ground, and the other jade spear was pressed against the martial artist's heart.

"I know what you're thinking, you misunderstood.

I did not realize my own spear intention, this was a false intention that I imitated with my mind."

“How to imitate?”

"It's simple. I have to devote a part of my mind to thinking that I love guns more than anything else.

Use this mind to control the spear in your hand.

To others, it seemed like I had figured out what I wanted.

In reality, as long as I fight with a warrior who has realized the spear intent at the same level, my false intentions will be exposed in an instant.

After all, fake is always fake.”

After Qin Zhiming finished speaking, he threw up his spear.

thump.

The spear fell into the hole of the weapon rack.

Then, he sat cross-legged and beckoned the martial arts master to sit opposite him. "I am very happy that you have taught me how to use the spear with all your heart.

In return, I will teach you about martial arts."

The martial artist concentrated very hard, afraid of missing a single word.

“I got some good fortune yesterday, and my mental strength increased a lot overnight.

This is also the main reason why my marksmanship has improved so rapidly today.

The power of my mind allows me to notice the changes in every inch of your body when you use a gun.

I just have to remember the changes so my body can make the same movements.

These movements are the result of your years of hard practice in marksmanship.

You and I are both at the bone training stage, and your physical strength and internal energy have reached their limits.

It can’t grow any further, can it?”

"Correct."

The martial artist nodded.

“So, I speculate that the secret of the marrow training realm lies in the mind.

Understand your own intention, and use this intention to integrate the body, internal energy, and mind.

This is the key to building up one's courage and also the method to break through.

Of course, this is just my speculation.

You can learn from it, but the real method is to listen to what your master says."

The martial artist was silent for a moment, then spoke:
“It was my master who ordered me to come to Longhu Ridge.

I asked him, how can I become a marrow practitioner?
He said that when my gun intention and my mind were not affected by external things and were indestructible, I could go down the mountain to find him.

At that time, he will tell me how to become a marrow practitioner.

I didn’t understand what Master meant before, but today I finally understood something.

It seems that my training is not enough."

“I have seen the spirit of many marrow-training warriors. You can tell from their spirit that they have absolute confidence in themselves, and are even overly arrogant.

But which warrior is not arrogant?

Do not have any doubts about your intentions, and concentrate on practicing to improve your mind.

Don’t panic like you did today.”

The martial artist blushed and stood up with Qin Zhiming.

She took the jade stick thrown by Qin Zhiming, got ready, and grinned:
"I'm good with my gun, and my stick isn't bad either!"

Looking at the martial artist rushing towards him, Qin Zhiming swung his stick.

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Medicine Hall.

It is identical to the lecture hall's stone palace, except for the plaque hanging on the top.

A young man in a white shirt and with narrow eyes sat on a huge rock, drinking hot tea and looking down at the bustling square.

At this time, many disciples were scanning the square, looking at the gourds placed on the neatly arranged stalls.

There were also some disciples sitting cross-legged in various places in the square.

In front of the gourds on the stall, there is a wooden sign.

Written above are the names of the pills in the gourd and their effects.

Although everyone knows that to practice the marrow realm one only needs to take Mingshen Pills and Yongxue Pills, not everyone is a heavenly or A-level disciple.

The pills distributed by the temple were only enough for them to last for a few days.

After a few days, they would either steal other disciples' elixirs or go to the service hall to find work.

After finishing the work, the official will give them a sign, which they can exchange for a gourd at a stall in the square.

There are 15 pills in the gourd, enough for them to practice for a few more days.

Therefore, disciples must carefully select and choose the elixir that suits them.

The most important thing is that there is no fighting in the square. Some weaker disciples will immediately find a place to sit cross-legged and take the pills after choosing them.

I will not leave this place until all the pills in my hand are used up.

Otherwise, as soon as you exchange the pills and leave, they will be snatched away by someone else.

Suddenly, a big black rabbit caught the disciples' attention.

There is a word "Tian" hanging around its neck, proving that it is a spiritual beast unique to Tiandeng disciples.

The big black rabbit ran straight into the stone palace, and in less than a moment, came out and walked away.

Unlike the envious and jealous looks of other disciples, the young man with narrow eyes was full of curiosity.

“Why are there disciples from Tiandeng coming to get medicine today?

Normally, at the beginning of the month, the Tiandeng disciples would send spirit beasts to take away the elixirs.

Moreover, there are only a few disciples of the Black Heaven Level, and their pills should have been taken at the beginning of the month.

Unless... a new fat sheep?"

He licked his lips.

(End of this chapter)