The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 5 Heading to Baozhilin

The next morning, the sun rose.

The colorful clouds in the sky make people intoxicated at first sight.

The royal residence and back garden.

"The force starts from the ground and reaches the whole body. Young Master, you need to experience it carefully and realize every change of the force throughout the body."

“Feel the rhythm of the force and try to control it. This is the first step in integrating the force and the beginning of the standing meditation.”

"Only after you have mastered the basics of the Zhuanggong can you officially start practicing the Iron Shirt. Remember..."

……

Yan Zhendong paced back and forth with a serious expression, explaining his experience in practicing whole-force training, and occasionally patting Wang Yi's back, waist and abdomen.

The power in the palm of his hand surged, using his own power as a medium to vibrate the loose power in Wang Yi's body, guiding him to feel the changes in the power in his body.

Wang Yi stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, his hands hanging naturally to his dantian, his body rising and falling slightly, and his breathing steady and rhythmic.

At this moment, he was closing his eyes slightly, feeling the changes in the strength in his body.

It was very messy, that was his first impression.

In other words, the changes in strength that can be felt are very limited, and there is a feeling of seeing flowers in the fog.

The changes in strength are not revealed outwardly like the moves; they are subtle changes that penetrate deep into the body and reach the entire body.

It is very difficult to learn and requires spiritual perception, well, that is, feeling.

Only by understanding the operating mechanism of strength can he use the Dao in the Yan Dao Hall to become powerful quickly.

You can't be impatient when it comes to comprehending strength, as haste makes waste. This is a method of internal cultivation, and any carelessness will leave hidden dangers that will be detrimental to future cultivation.

As time passed, the sun gradually moved towards the center of the sky, and the sunlight became increasingly fierce.

At this time, Wang Yi's clothes were already soaked with sweat, his flushed cheeks were covered with sweat beads as big as rice grains, and his body was visibly shaking slightly.

Chang Wei walked over slowly, came close and bowed, saying, "Master, Master Yan, the medicinal bath and lunch are ready."

Wang Yi opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of foul air, stood up and chuckled, "Master Yan, have dinner first, and then go to Yuelai Inn later to meet with their boss and finalize the matter as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he took a difficult step and walked slowly towards the east wing.

Yan Zhendong followed slowly and whispered, "The effect of the medicinal bath is closely related to the age of the medicinal materials. If you have a way, it would be best to get some old medicinal materials. This will speed up the process of tempering the body."

"Go to the study room and tell them about the prescription. I'll write it down and go to Baozhilin later. Master Huang runs a clinic, so we can ask him for this matter. I just don't know if Master Yan is willing to give up this prescription..."

"You are joking, sir. It is just a prescription for foundation building. Just take it if you need it..."

"Hahaha... I'll be honored to refuse then... Thank you, I will definitely repay you handsomely in the future."

"You are too polite, sir..."

……

at dusk.

The streets and alleys of Foshan are extremely lively.

There was a constant flow of busy people, including many Westerners and missionaries, as well as well-dressed young men from wealthy families. People were constantly coming in and out of the taverns and shops on both sides of the street.

The hawkers' shouts, the pedestrians' conversations, the children's laughter, and the occasional whistle fill the air with a strong atmosphere of life.

Wang Yi walked slowly on one side of the street, looking at the people passing by, his eyes seemed deep and profound.

Due to economic backwardness, social unrest and other reasons, people of this era generally had low living standards, with malnutrition and tattered clothing being the most common phenomena.

Of course, the gap between the rich and the poor will exist in every era.

The upper class during this period also lived a life of luxury and dissipation, and also rarely cared about the lives of the lower class people.

Being in the midst of the trend of the times, he deeply realized what it means to be powerless... Change is not something that can be achieved overnight, nor can it be achieved by him alone.

The chess pieces are being arranged faster...

Yan Zhendong glanced at the people passing by with a vigilant look, holding a wooden box tightly in his hands, his heart tense.

It's not his fault, as there were a hundred taels of gold in the box.

From childhood to adulthood, when had he ever seen so much money?
Wang Yi glanced back and couldn't help but smile at Yan Zhendong's nervous look.

This was just a casual test for him, and also a training for Yan Zhendong.

He withdrew his gaze and continued walking towards Baozhilin.

The two walked through the noisy street and into a quiet alley.

"Make way, make way..."

As soon as I walked into the alley, I saw a fat man with steady steps, a braid on his head, and a greasy body, pushing a cart of pork towards me.

"Zhu Rourong, is Master Huang in the clinic?"

"Is it you, kid? It should still be in time for you to go now. The master is just about to go out." Lin Shirong stabilized the cart, stood up and looked surprised.

"Then you go ahead and do your work." Wang Yi nodded, walked past Lin Shirong and headed towards Baozhilin deep in the alley, with Yan Zhendong following closely behind him.

"This kid... has changed a lot in this period of time... he seems to be much more cheerful."

Lin Shirong stroked his chin and watched the boy walk away thoughtfully.

I still remember when I first met this kid, he was like a walking corpse, as if he had lost his soul.

Especially those lifeless and dark eyes, my heart still trembles when I think of them now.

He shook his head, turned around and pushed the wheelbarrow towards the market. He had to sell today's pork.

Wang Yi arrived at the door of Bao Zhi Lin and saw Huang Fei Hong preparing to leave. He immediately greeted him with a bow and said, "Master Huang, how are you?"

"Brother Wang, why are you here?" When Huang Feihong saw that it was Wang Yi, he quickly smiled and bowed in return.

When he saw Yan Zhendong holding the wooden box, surprise flashed in his eyes. This man had a steady lower body, strong muscles and bones, and a restrained look in his eyes. His strength should be no weaker than his own. And judging from the positions of the two of them... He nodded in understanding, without any intention of asking any more questions.

"Master Huang, is there something important going on?"

"Just a little thing. Let's go inside and talk. I was confused by what you said about the working class last time. You have to explain it to me this time."

As Huang Feihong spoke, he grabbed Wang Yi's arm and walked into Baozhilin impatiently.

Wang Yi looked helpless. If he had known earlier, he would not have talked about Marxism-Leninism with Huang Feihong.

He only has a superficial understanding of this thing, and teaching it to others is no different from misleading them.

At first, he just wanted to change Huang Feihong's thinking, thereby changing the trajectory of his destiny and gaining the origin from him.

But this guy's thinking was a bit rigid, and he was a bit stubborn. Seeing that his persuasion had little effect, and after spending nearly three months with him, he also felt that Huang Feihong was a good person, so he gave up the idea of ​​pushing him into the fire pit.

But the way things change is really unpredictable.

He had put the idea to rest, but Huang Feihong had some new thoughts, and things suddenly became complicated.

Ya Casu, who was immersed in studying a medical book, heard the approaching footsteps and stood up with a puzzled look on his face. When he saw Wang Yi, who looked helpless, a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Ah? It's... it's you? Young Master Wang, you... you you..."

Ling Yunkai on the side rolled his eyes at Yacasu, stepped forward and bowed, "Hello, Master, hello, Master Wang, you two go to the inner room and chat for a while, I'll go prepare the wine and food."

As he said that, he pulled Yacasu up and walked towards the kitchen in the backyard.

Wang Yi was also a frequent visitor to Bao Zhilin. After a while, Ling Yunkai and Ya Ca Su naturally knew what to do without Huang Feihong telling them.

(End of this chapter)