I can't be a demon.

Chapter 11 I, Shen Lian, am a late bloomer
After the two of them clarified the cured fish business, Shen Lian took Ma Yi back to the pawnshop.

Although Mr. Wang was extremely puzzled by Shen Lian's purchase of the cured fish, he did not say much and determined the specific price with Ma Yi.

After this precedent, Shen Lian was no longer limited to the morning market, but visited all the stalls selling food in Xicheng District.

The results were mixed.

There are indeed some scattered ingredients that provide experience, but unlike the bluefish in Bibotan, the rest of the ingredients are obtained by chance in the mountains.

Still can't find any common ground.

After a lot of hard work, Shen Lianwu's progress had just reached 5%.

"It's a pity that the morning market is only busy before the Spring Festival. If it were held every month, it wouldn't take long for warriors to be promoted smoothly."

Shen Lian chewed the cured fish, and his taste buds had begun to adapt to the strange sour and smelly taste.

The starling stands on the shoulder.

"Ah~ What the hell is this? Even dogs won't eat it!"

Shen Lian gave him a middle finger implicitly.

He rushed along the street to the Tide Martial Arts School and found that although the gang was no longer active, it was like a group of hungry wolves. It just didn't dare to make a big fuss about it due to the suppression of the government.

"When the curfew is lifted, Yanliang Town will probably be in chaos for a while."

Shen Lian asked Mr. Wang and learned that Fulin had deliberately inquired about Shen Hansheng's affairs before, and he must have realized that Shen Hansheng might be in danger.

He narrowed his eyes and walked into the door of the martial arts hall while thinking.

The children were practicing the standing method. When Bai Haibo noticed Shen Lian, he couldn't help but smell an indescribable strange smell.

Shen Lian did not hide it and chewed the cured fish while walking.

He even left the fish bones alone, grinding them into fine pieces with his teeth.

"Shen Lian you..."

Shen Lian burped.

"Well."

Bai Haibo covered his mouth and nose, and smiled bitterly, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"Master Bai, would you like to try some snacks from the market?"

"No need."

Shen Lian poured the remaining cured fish into his mouth, and his upper and lower jaws opened and closed continuously, making a sound similar to the grinding of sawdust, which aroused the curiosity of the child.

He looked around the courtyard and saw that the children were all practicing the Zhulang Posture.

It’s just that the outer disciples didn’t receive Bai Haibo’s hands-on instruction, which resulted in their achieving their goals in tangible form but without any real intention.

"Shen Lian, please stand with your fellow disciples."

Shen Lian put down the items he had purchased, followed the child's example, pressed his legs down, and secretly figured out the technique of horse stance.

Bai Haibo was very concerned and immediately came to guide Shen Lian in standing still.

"Pull back the strength. The Zhulang Posture relies entirely on the tendons of the limbs."

Bai Haibo lightly kicked Shen Lian's calf, "Straighten your spine, bow your waist, calm your mind, and visualize a turbulent river in your mind."

He corrected Shen Lian's movements bit by bit.

Bai Haibo did not intend to hide anything, and explained in front of the registered disciples: "You can't get personal instruction, but it doesn't mean you can't get started. If you persevere, there is always a chance that you can become a warrior."

The children did not dare to hope for anything, but they knew that the opportunity was not to be missed, so they looked at Bai Haibo intently.

"External skills cultivate [strength]."

"Once your strength begins to grow, it means you have embarked on the journey of building your foundation, [Skin Refining].

"Different external skills have different strengths. Our Zhulang Posture was created by our ancestors who visualized the ocean tides. The strength is generated by following the waves."

"It's called [Wave Chasing Power]."

As Bai Haibo spoke, his skin rippled like water waves.

"Use standing still to sense the Qi and blood, and then use the Qi and blood to nurture the Zhulang Jing. Remember not to be impatient in your practice, so as not to damage your foundation."

One punch.

The resulting strong winds were howling and the waves were undulating.

The disciples were so full of themselves that only four people could barely stand in the courtyard. They had all reached the edge of skin refining. Among them, Guo Saner, who was in his early teens, had the most outstanding bone talent. Unfortunately, his family was poor, and his martial arts career was destined to be full of difficulties.

"what?"

Bai Haibo showed a surprised look on his face. Shen Lian did not fall to the ground under the wind of punch.

Shen Lian had his eyes tightly closed, looking as if he was in a trance. He was struggling to maintain the Zhu Lang Posture and didn't get the hang of it.

But rather...

Bai Haibo's pupils shrank slightly and he noticed that heat was coming out of Shen Lian's body.

Shen Lian had already begun to sense the Qi and blood by relying on such a clumsy standing posture. In Bai Haibo's opinion, this was simply unprecedented.

"It's simply because I have too much Qi and blood, so I force myself to practice the stance method to refine my body."

But where did Shen Lian get the energy and blood?

Was it a natural gift? Or did he take some powerful medicine recently?
Bai Haibo gave up the idea of ​​taking strong medicine. Shen Lian had not mastered the桩法. Strong medicine was no different from a deadly poison, and he would definitely not be able to take it.

Shen Lian was also surprised.

He hadn't expected that dietary supplements were so effective. His seemingly correct but ambiguous stance could promote nutrition and body refining. He would be glad to completely master the Zhulang Stance.

Shen Lian adjusted the Zhulang Posture according to Bai Haibo's reminder.

The nutrients were consumed very quickly, and in a moment, the stomach and intestines became empty again.

Shen Lian winked at the starling, who curled his lips in disdain and stuffed the peanuts bought at the market into Shen Lian's mouth one by one.

With the supplement of food, supernatural powers can also generate nutrients continuously.

Bai Haibo realized that the reason why Shen Lian had abundant qi and blood was in his stomach and intestines. His stomach and intestines were like a melting pot that accepted everything.

In a sense, Shen Lian's physique is also [naturally special].

However, his natural peculiarity did not cause any negative effects. Instead, it made his stomach and intestines just like those of cattle and sheep, able to drain the food in his stomach.

"With such talent, he only started practicing martial arts at the age of sixteen."

Bai Haibo thought of the monsters and demons he had encountered before.

Shen Lian's talent inevitably makes him more delicious. Once he sets foot in the martial arts world, he will attract the attention of demons and monsters if he is not careful.

"Good fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. Not every time you are in danger will the Jinwu Guards come to your aid."

Bai Haibo sighed deeply and guided Shen Lian more carefully.

The complexity of Zhulang Posture lies in the fact that the strength of the muscles of the four limbs is different, and it must be coordinated with the breathing frequency, otherwise the effect will be very different.

In addition to practicing martial arts, Shen Lian has been paying attention to the career panel.

As a result, the Zhulang Posture has not been revealed for a long time, which shows that mastering the Posture Method is not something that can be achieved overnight. I kind of miss the days of just hanging up the machine.

Bai Haibo watched Shen Lian swallowing food, then turned around and returned to the lobby of the martial arts hall.

After a while.

Bai Haibo brought a bowl of turbid wine that smelled of medicine.

"Shen Lian, try the medicinal wine I made using more than ten kinds of medicinal herbs."

Shen Lian used his keen eyes to see the slightest details without leaving any trace, and only drank the whole wine in one gulp after making sure that there was no problem with it. Immediately, nutrients far beyond the ordinary burst out.

"hiss."

The nutritional value of a bowl of medicinal wine is even more obvious than ten kilograms of raw meat.

"My disciple, you have extraordinary talent. You can use medicinal food or medicinal wine to assist in your martial arts training."

He explained to himself: "The great medicine is made from medicinal materials that are more than a hundred years old and refined into pills."

"It's different with medicinal food and wine. The medicinal materials involved are generally less than ten years old. The medicinal properties complement each other. With your stomach and intestines, it should be able to reach one-tenth or two-tenth the level of the big medicine."

Bai Haibo also handed over a handwritten copy of Zhulangzhuang, asking Shen Lian to read it when he was home.

Shen Lian did not reply.

Because as soon as he took the manuscript, the profession panel reacted.

[Do you want to spend 1 point to master the Wave Chasing Pile?]

(End of this chapter)