Cosmic Demon

Chapter 60: The Dog Doesn't Bite, the Beginning of the Storm

Sa!
sough!

Whispering rustling——

As the sun sets, the warm orange light shines on the playground.

Qin Shi stood on his feet, swung his arms, and chopped continuously to cut through the airflow.

His movements were extremely swift. He breathed through his nose and lips, and the twelve bloody tendons in his body bounced violently.

The palm was held upright like a single sword, and every strike was extremely sharp, like an afterimage passing through the air, with great momentum.

As the method of exerting force became more and more proficient, the speed of Qi circulation became faster and faster, and the arms were like two steel whips being swung, not to mention the flesh and blood body, even solid steel bars would bend and break.

"It's still a long way off. I can't do what Lao Liang did, and manipulate the airflow to create a wind blade-like cutting force."

Qin Shi frowned, thinking back to Lao Liang's palm strike. The murderous intent contained in it burst out like a sharp blade that could cut through iron like mud.

"Is it because I'm not good enough at cultivating my power? I'm not good enough at concentrating my mind and contemplating, so I can't comprehend the beauty of 'it's as fast as the wind'?"

He was thinking alone and didn't rush to ask Lao Liang.

The old martial arts path also emphasizes that the master leads the way, while the practice is up to the individual.

The master can only clear some obstacles for the apprentice and provide him with support.

As for how to learn and improve and comprehend the essence, it all depends on the disciple's own talent.

"With my amazing wisdom in the art of cultivating the spirit, there is no reason why I cannot grasp the essence of 'as fast as the wind'. There must be something wrong!"

Qin Shi was not convinced and decided to practice for another forty minutes until he had mastered the secret of the "Whale Killing Hand".

The sun sets and the night deepens.

Forty minutes passed in a flash.

"What on earth is momentum? I don't understand. I really don't understand!"

His arms were so sore that he couldn't even lift them, and he still hadn't found a clue. Qin Shi gritted his teeth in anger.

"My spiritual power is as high as 16 points! There is no reason why I can't comprehend the Hundred Phases Refining Technique. What went wrong..."

He considered whether to activate [Deep Sleep] and meditate once more to maintain the dignity of an old martial arts genius!
Lao Liang, who had been watching for a long time, finally spoke up:

"Hongsheng, Hongsheng, is the first character of Hongmen Sheng. In the past, the martial arts world was divided into two factions. The head of the sect would usually accept two disciples to pass on his skills.

One is the mainstay, supporting the facade; the other is behind the scenes, protecting the inheritance. "

Qin Shi calmed down, regulated his breathing, and listened quietly to Lao Liang's story.

“The Hongsheng School does the dirty work and is the real boss.

Therefore, the "wind" and "fire" in the Baixiang Lianshi are not upright fighting skills, but deadly assassination boxing techniques.

You never had blood on your hands when you were little, so your moves always lack a bit of sharpness."

Lao Liang's eyes were sharp.

Back then, he had fully refined its swiftness as fast as the wind and suddenly realized the Whale Killing Hand.

It is to defeat a strong enemy in the ring of life and death and shatter his Adam's apple cartilage.

To this day, Lao Liang still remembers the entire process: his palm chopped out and stabbed his neck. A crisp snapping sound was heard and blood spurted out of his mouth.

The powerful enemy fell on his back, his eyes gradually dimming.

The scorching hot wind swirled and blew across his exhausted body, like the breath of death.

It was at that moment that Lao Liang's mind suddenly opened up.

The eight words "Death is like the wind, always by my side" flashed through my mind.

“When I was young, the Hundred Phases Training Method put more emphasis on concentration of mind and spirit. Your talent in training and fighting methods is particularly outstanding. You can be said to be a seedling of great talent.

But you need to take advantage of the situation, visualize, concentrate, and then comprehend the killing moves, so that your punches and kicks will have "imagery".

This is not something that can be achieved simply by imitating or learning. Comprehension has always been the most elusive quality in the old martial arts world.

Otherwise, I will let you try to break the God's barrier."

Looking at Qin Shi, who had been practicing hard for an entire afternoon but still failed to get the point, Lao Liang laughed and said:

“The road of cultivating one’s mind and spirit is a long one, there is no need to rush.

Slow down and enjoy the scenery along the way, maybe one day you will understand. "

Qin Shi was helpless. No matter how remote Hengzhou was and how forgotten the Old Factory Street was, the general order still existed. It was just that the dividing line between black and white was vague and not so clear.

Where can I see blood?
It's not like the boxers in ancient times who escorted convoys or fought in competitions.

He always wants to pick up weapons and draw knives!
"Master Liang, according to this, how can the New Martial School comprehend the imagery?"

he asked curiously.

The old martial arts school's method of training the mind and energy requires extracting the essence from life and death, fighting enemies, and combat, and tempering it repeatedly.

Finally it all belongs to you!
How to complete the new martial arts school?

"They are too simple. Throughout history, there is nothing that can give birth to killing tactics better than the battlefield, a meat grinder and a melting pot.

Where do you think the 'cannon punch' and 'collapse punch' of the bionic and military styles came from?

Throw it into a trench for a few years, run tens of thousands of miles under the hail of bullets, and anyone would understand. "

Lao Liang shook his head. It was obvious that he had come into contact with many new martial arts schools and faced those incredible and powerful "weird images".

"No wonder the old martial arts have declined. In the age of cannons and battleships, the new martial arts schools have many conveniences and can continuously cultivate talents. The old martial arts schools that are still stuck at the level of breaking the limits of the human body are indeed prone to decline."

Qin Shi really wanted to say to Lao Liang, how could martial arts be such an inconvenient thing.

You also need to comprehend the more common and more intense "trends"!
For example, the dump trucks and bulldozers parked at the Shimen Archway are pretty cool!
But he was afraid that if he spoke so bluntly, Lao Liang would kill him on the spot with a whale-killing move!

“It takes more than one or two days to learn the mental imagery.

You need to change your temper. If you try too hard to achieve everything, you will easily fall into trouble.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, why are you in such a hurry like an old man buried up to his neck in the dirt? "

Lao Liang warned seriously that the reason he taught Qin Shi the Whale Killing Technique was to temper his temper.

Even a peerless genius like He Lanchan needed ten years of practice to achieve great success.

"I want to improve so much, Master Liang."

Qin Shi scratched his head and pretended to be well-behaved.

I thought I would start the monument when I got home in the evening.

Show me the limits of the panel!
……

……

The night was as thick as a curtain, covering the rising star of Hengzhou. The crescent moon was obscured by dark clouds, making the Old Factory Street a little darker tonight.

After leaving the No. 9 Middle School, Qin Shi showed off the super protein given by Lao Cao, while pondering the ways to cultivate his mind.

Passing by a busy snack street, he bought two chicken racks and planned to take them back for a midnight snack.

"Oh, why did Lao Li just leave because he couldn't get over it?"

"Alas, I have to face such an evil person who stole the house deed and mortgaged it!"

"The house is about to be demolished, and I'd like to move to a new house..."

An ambulance with the Dangyang Hospital logo was parked in the spacious open space in front of the shantytown.

Medical staff in white coats and masks carried a stretcher covered with white cloth out of the bungalow.

"Make way! Don't crowd here! Cars won't be able to drive out later..."

The medical staff walking in front shouted.

The huge crowd of onlookers retreated to both sides like waves being broken open.

Uncle Li's wife was leaning on the doorstep, seemingly unable to get up, staring blankly at the cold body being carried into the ambulance.

"Old Li! How could you be so cruel to abandon me..."

After the ambulance left, the mournful wails in the bungalow were quickly drowned out by the noisy discussions.

Qin Shi, carrying two bags of chicken racks, stood across the street and pieced together the whole story from the chattering of people.

Uncle Li's son is idle and recently asked his friends to take him to play cards and gamble. He won a lot at the beginning, but then he started to lose continuously.

Deep in debt, he stole the house deed from his home as collateral.

Originally he was planning to pay off his debts, but when he got there he thought about making a comeback.

As a result, he lost everything and even his leg.

When the debt collectors came to his house a few days ago, Uncle Li felt ashamed to face them and he drank medicine out of despair.

"Gambling dogs harm people."

Qin Shi let out a breath to relieve the depression in his chest.

I have lived in Baogong Street for many years and I am familiar with all the neighbors.

Witnessing such a tragedy, my heart was really upset.

"When Uncle Li's memorial service starts, let the youngest one donate some money for the funeral."

Qin Shi shook his head and suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Cheng Ze, with his head down, holding a cigarette in his mouth but not lighting it, leaned silently against the wall.

The latter seemed to sense it and turned around to meet Qin Shi's gaze.

"Brother Ze."

Qin Shi walked over and said hello.

Midnight Palace has been closed recently and I haven’t been there for several days.

"Your neighbors?"

Cheng Ze raised his chin towards the bungalow.

"Uncle Li, a good man. He used to be a fireman on a railway train, but after he was laid off, he started driving a taxi.

He is always happy to help anyone decorate their home for a wedding, buy furniture, or purchase other things. ”

Qin Shi nodded.

Most of the neighbors in Baogong Street are quite enthusiastic. They are willing to lend a hand with hard work such as laying bricks and tiles, painting and building kangs, as well as buying two packs of ordinary cigarettes and a few meals.

"My son is not doing well, so I have to suffer."

Cheng Ze bit the filter tip, as if he couldn't find a lighter, so he held it between his fingers.

"Xiao Xiao, wait until the demolition and reconstruction agreement is signed, and then you and your sister can move to the west. New resettlement housing will be built there."

Qin Shi said "oh".

He felt that the boss of Beiguan Street, Ze, was not as majestic as before tonight.

"Have you thought about what university to apply to?"

Cheng Ze held a cigarette between his legs and looked down at the shiny shoe surface.

“The targets are Hengda University and HKUST.”

Qin Shi answered.

"That's great! It's been a long time since we had a literary star in Jiuchang Street!"

Cheng Ze smiled:
"If you pass the exam, tell me and I'll give you a big red envelope. When my dad was still alive, he kept saying that if I could get into Hengda or HKUST, he would be willing to accept me as his son. Listen to what he said, haha, the older generation dreams of having someone in the family who can study and become a talent."

Qin Shi said shyly:

"It's all thanks to my sister, otherwise I would have dropped out of school long ago."

Cheng Ze suddenly asked:

"Then don't let your sister down. Hey, did you buy a chicken rack?"

"Well, this is a time-honored brand. Brother Yuan took me there last time."

Cheng Ze smiled and said:

"I haven't tasted it for a long time. I loved chewing it since I was a kid."

The Midnight Palace has all kinds of delicacies, but they even tried to take advantage of my chicken rack.

Qin Shi was stunned and could only reply:
"Brother Ze, why don't you have one? I'll treat you."

Cheng Ze took the hot paper bag without hesitation and waved his hand:
"It's getting late, go back. Don't go to the Midnight Palace recently. I will still pay you your base salary."

"okay."

Qin Shi was filled with surprise after having his chicken rack "robbed".

After he left, Cheng Ze, who had finished eating the entire chicken carcass, wiped his mouth.

He restrained his smile, suppressed all the expressions in his heart, and looked towards the bungalow again. The crying had become weaker, and the old woman leaning on the threshold was persuaded to go back into the house.

After a while, Cheng Ze lowered his head and picked up the cigarette, gently touching the cigarette with two fingers.

laugh!
A spark appeared.

The figure turned and walked into the dark alley.

(End of this chapter)