Cosmic Demon

Chapter 22: Seven Limits of the Flesh, Tightly Binding the Mortal Body

[Intermediate Achievement-Deep Sleep (1/30)]

The next day, Qin Shi still got up early and practiced meditation all night, which did not cause any trouble.

He was still full of energy and vigor.

The "bad beating" I received in the training room yesterday - the minor bruises from punches and kicks - also healed quickly.

The bruises on the arms, calves, waist and back have disappeared, leaving only very light red marks.

“As the saying goes, eating ginseng is not as good as sleeping at five o’clock in the morning. The wisdom of the older generation does make sense.

It's like returning to the city in a game, closing your eyes and recovering in the hot spring, and opening your eyes to be fully recovered. "

Qin Shi was thinking about it. When Lao Liang talked to him about the old martial arts theory, he often quoted long passages of abstruse and difficult-to-understand ancient Chinese texts. The one that left the deepest impression on him was the one about "sleep".

Such as "When practicing to nourish qi, one should first get a good night's sleep. Sleep can restore essence to the body, strengthen bones and tendons", "A good sleep is worth a fortune, so instead of looking for a magic elixir, look for a recipe for sleeping".

"From a scientific point of view, ensuring golden sleep every day helps maintain cell vitality, regulate endocrine system, and improve the immune system and physical fitness."

Qin Shi let out a long sigh. The sense of fulfillment of making progress every day made him relax unconsciously.

It’s like knowing there is an oasis ahead, so you’re not afraid of the heat and thirst at the moment.

Just keep moving forward and reach your destination.

"Settle down! Settle down again! When school starts, I will be back as a top student and take off in one fell swoop!"

Qin Shi silently encouraged himself, put on his clothes and walked outside, filled a basin with cold water, and wiped his face with a towel.

While washing up, he fixed his eyes on the translucent panel of the monument.

【Primary Achievement-Muscle Memory (72%)】

"Keep practicing, and next week you'll be able to unlock the relevant skills."

Qin Shi couldn't help but hum a few times. The battle review was of great help to him.

All-night meditation training is more effective and can deeply imprint the basic movements of fighting techniques into your mind.

Moreover, muscles will not accumulate fatigue and exceed the body's load limit.

"I beat Brother Yuan more than a dozen times. It was quite stress-relieving and I vented all my negative emotions."

After having breakfast with the youngest Qin Lan, Qin Shi headed for No. 9 Middle School as usual.

He came late today, but there were no students from the cram school. The playground was empty, with only the lame Old Liang sitting on top of the stands.

Qin Shi's heart skipped a beat when he felt the gaze that seemed real.

"Lao Liang is a bit serious today. Maybe he lost money drinking and playing cards last night and has a lot of anger that he can't vent."

It is said that martial artists with a high level of vitality can project their own spirits to change their surroundings and even cause weather changes that are close to natural disasters.

Although Lao Liang was definitely not that powerful, Qin Shi still remembered the first time they met. He felt frightened and terrified as if an electric shock ran through his body when he was glared at by the man.

Truly unforgettable!

Therefore, he believed that this unprepossessing physical education teacher had indeed played in the Star Cup and his vitality was at least at the amateur seventh dan.

"Qin Shi, come up and let's talk."

Lao Liang's voice was hoarse, as if he had not slept well all night.

"Wow, you didn't go home all night!"

Qin Shi walked up to the stands and approached. He smelled the pungent smell of alcohol. He glanced around and saw cigarette butts all over the floor.

He had only seen this kind of scene twice in his previous life. Once, his childhood friend confessed his love to a girl in public but was rejected by her. He then got into the rich man's car and had no choice but to accompany her to drink to drown his sorrows.

Another time, he learned that his father sold the house and gambled on football, and lost all his money. Before he even graduated, he was faced with the tragic situation of having to pay for his father's debts.

"Looking at the wine bottles and cigarette butts on the ground, Lao Liang felt even more sad than I did the other two times."

Qin Shi secretly complained in his heart, but said with concern:
"Teacher Liang, why are you drinking so early in the morning? You didn't even cook two dishes. It must be uncomfortable on an empty stomach."

Lao Liang stared at the young man in front of him, without a trace of drunkenness in his eyes, and said straightforwardly: "I want to teach you a skill, Qin Shi."

"Teacher Liang, I have been learning old martial arts from you for a few days. Although I haven't paid tuition, I am still considered your student."

Qin Shi felt uneasy in his heart. He inexplicably felt that there was something wrong with the way Lao Liang looked at him, and it was too passionate.

I wasn't wearing white socks and I didn't have a shaved head, so I wouldn't attract any gay men, right?

He made up his mind and ran away when he saw that the situation was not good!

“Teachers and students, after all, are just doing business for money and fulfilling their obligations.

I am not a kind person, I don't have a compassionate heart, I just want to help those who are down and out."

Lao Liang supported his knees with his hands, his eyes sharp, like a crouching tiger, completely different from his usual image of a frustrated middle-aged man who limped, hunched over, and looked a little decadent.

"Li Yuan and Xie Yucheng, these two guys have some talent, they work hard and can endure hardships, but they can't get started, and they can't become good seedlings that can support the future.

So after they learn boxing, whether they go mining or hang out on the streets, I don’t care and I won’t get involved.

I am only responsible for helping them develop their vitality and giving them the results they want.”

After hearing these words, Qin Shi didn't think there was anything wrong.

After all, no matter what, being a teacher is just a job where you get paid.

If you can fulfill your personal obligations and do your part, you can be considered qualified.

That kind of selfless dedication, like a gardener's candle, is rare in itself.

"But you are different, Qin Shi. You learned the skills in two days and mastered the fighting style in one day. I have been teaching in Zidi No. 9 Middle School for nearly ten years and have never seen such a good seedling."

Old Liang stared at Qin Shi's young face with sharp eyes, as if he saw the time passing by quickly, and many past events came to his mind.

"I have been called a 'genius', so I know what a genius is like."

Are you praising me or yourself?

The corner of Qin Shi's mouth twitched.

With the quick energy recovery buff of [Deep Sleep] and the enhanced training speed of [Muscle Memory], he is indeed worthy of being called an "old martial arts genius"!
"With the two superb attributes of 'Practice never wastes' and 'Learn quickly', who can beat me!"

Seeing that Qin Shi said nothing, Lao Liang's eyes dimmed and his tone slowed down:
“I know that I am just a PE teacher who has no future in No. 9 Middle School. Maybe in a while, this school will be changed into a sports school and the public establishment of the Education Commission will be gone. I will also be laid off and become an unemployed vagrant.

But I'm not a drug dealer who cheats people in the urban circle. The real skills I have are enough to enable a genius like you to reach the threshold of a full-time professional and become a martial artist!

You don't need to worry about this. The computer classes at Xinyi Middle School are connected to the public network in the metropolitan area. With your senior high school identity card, you should be able to log into the official website of the Wushu Association. There are detailed records of my past competition history.

Please believe me, Qin Shi."

Lao Liang spoke the last few words with great sincerity.

When he was young, he lived recklessly and could not tolerate any injustice. He always sought justice in everything, but ended up running into obstacles everywhere.

Even though the young man's temper had calmed down a bit, he still couldn't bend his spine, was not welcomed, and ended up with a lame leg.

After decades of wasted time, his temples have turned gray, and he has neither a son nor a daughter.

Lao Liang himself felt that he was almost losing his spirit. For the rest of his life, he could only live out his days as a useless person and enjoy his retirement.

But God likes to play tricks on everyone and sent Qin Shi to him.

Let this rusty stove that had long been extinguished finally emit a tiny spark again.

"Mr. Liang, what do you want to teach me?"

Qin Shi asked seriously.

"As the old martial arts say, the seven limits of the physical body bind the mortal body tightly. If you don't break free of the shackles, you can't become a true saint!"

Lao Liang spoke each word with a solemn expression:

"Tendons, bones, skin, membranes, energy, strength, and spirit! I can help you break the limit and open the four gates!"

(End of this chapter)