Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 2 Martial Arts Perception
Zhou Leng walked to the sofa in the living room, sat down, and looked at the electronic calendar with faded edges.

Friday, January 7th.

June 6th is the literary test of the college entrance examination, June 7nd is the physical test, and seven days later, on July 6th, is the last test of the three tests of the college entrance examination, the martial arts test.

He pulled out his phone and looked at the spiderweb cracks in the lower right corner of the screen.

Covered by a mobile phone film, the impact is not significant.

Enter the class parent group to check the messages from teachers of each subject and various information about the martial arts exam.

As time went by, night fell.

Zhou Leng stood up and was about to go out for his evening practice when he remembered Uncle Li's words.

These nights may not be peaceful.

I looked at the green wristband on my left wrist.

After hesitating for a while, although the effect of practicing at home is not as good, what if I encounter danger again...

Lay out the training mat, warm up a little, and perform a set of stacking waves palm...

After practicing external skills, Zhou Leng took a short break, took out a pot of beans, mixed green beans, red beans and yellow beans, spread a large bed sheet in the living room, and hung white paper dotted with spots on the wall.

Zhou Leng kept taking beans out of the basin, controlling his fingers with his true Qi, popping out the beans and hitting the dots on the white paper, practicing his ability to control his true Qi.

After practicing, stretch, then wash up and go to bed.

The sky is bright.

Zhou Leng walked into the kitchen.

Take out a bag of basic morning exercise powder, tear it open, pour it into a shaker cup, and add boiled water.

There are scratches all over the surface of the shaker cup.

Tighten the cup lid, shake it vigorously for 20 seconds, and pry up the lid of the drinking spout. The lid of the drinking spout should not move at all.

I lifted up the shake cup and took a look. It was broken. I unscrewed the entire lid, placed the bottle mouth at an angle to my mouth, and drank from it sip by sip.

After drinking the morning exercise powder, Zhou Leng picked up his phone and keys and pushed the door open.

There was a faint aroma of meat and medicine in the corridor.

After leaving the community, Zhou Leng warmed up on the jogging track.

Light dark clouds scattered across the sky.

As we got closer to Longyou River Park, more and more people came.

The children jumped lightly onto the two-meter-high ladder and ran on the ladder, smiling happily.

The young men practiced their boxing in a methodical manner with their eyes focused.

The young people exercised with dumbbells, barbells, stone locks and other equipment engraved with different words such as "100 kg", "500 kg" and "1000 kg".

Middle-aged people put on earplugs and meditate in deserted places, while some meditate while fishing.

The old people gathered together, exchanging ideas about martial arts or discussing major events in the ten realms.

A magnificent voice sounded on the side of Longyou River Park Square, and Zhou Leng looked over.

The light from the magic projector shot out, interweaving an image of a vast earth in the sky.

Between the long white river and the green farmland, huge city ruins came into view, with thick smoke rising and a black land.

Dense swarms of monsters were running and jumping in the ruins of the city.

Decades ago in the technological era, for unknown reasons, the Blue Planet overlapped and connected with the other nine worlds.

The Ten Realms War breaks out.

An old voice sounded in the projection.

"…Behind me, the children's desks were burning…"

The original projection dissipated and turned into the figure of Martial Ancestor Yu Zhimin, who was wearing a Zhongshan suit, with gray hair, standing on the oath-taking platform.

"…We want to keep the desks in front of children quiet."

After Yu Zhimin finished his last sentence, the projection slowly changed.

Martial Ancestor Yu Zhimin does not know martial arts.

Nor are they from the period of martial arts civilization.

But in the last year of the technological age, he led the warriors with the power of tens of thousands of nuclear explosions, as if he was carrying the sun, and died together with all the enemies, winning the top spot in the War of the Ten Realms.

However, in the subsequent decisive battle, the human race was defeated and forced to enter the era of martial arts civilization.

The ten realms overlap, giving birth to numerous magical treasures and powers.

The spoils of the war between the ten realms became the cornerstone of human martial arts civilization.

Therefore, after a vote by the United Nations, mankind revered Yu Zhimin as the Martial Ancestor.

Zhou Leng raised his head and glanced to the east. Dark clouds covered the sun. He turned his head and glanced at the couplets on the stone pillars on both sides of the Ruge Park Square.

Bright red background with gold lettering.

It is not my intention to be granted the title of Marquis, but I hope the sea will be peaceful.

Zhou Leng stared at the two columns of words again and again, with a gleam in his eyes.

He took out his cell phone, clicked on the timer, took a deep breath, mobilized all his energy, stepped onto the red sprint path, and rushed forward suddenly.

Good luck all the way.

"call……"

Zhou Leng pressed the stop button and walked towards the sidewalk while looking at the phone screen.
03:10:22.

3 minutes 10 seconds.

This means that once you gather all your true energy and fight with all your strength, you can last for 3 minutes and 10 seconds.

One second faster than yesterday.

One step closer to being admitted to Ruda’s affiliated martial arts school.

Zhou Leng walked onto the jogging track and looked forward.

Ruge Mountain stands right in front of us, surrounded by green trees and white rocks. Ruge Mountain Park stretches from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside.

To the front right, there are teaching buildings and several large martial arts arenas.

That is where the Rukayama campus of Rujo Budo University and the martial arts hall affiliated with Rujo Budo University are located.

In the woods to the left front lies the inconspicuous Xiaoru Village.

Zhou Leng lives on the edge of Rucheng, very close to Ruge Mountain, and Xiaoru Village is the end point of his daily run.

My father was born in Xiaoru Village.

When I was a child, I often lived in my ancestral home in Xiaoru Village. As I grew up, I went there less often, but at least twice a month.

Because the mountain behind Xiaoru Village is quiet, it is very suitable for cultivation.

Zhou Leng looked in the direction of Xiaoru Village in confusion.

A light white mist filled the air, covering the mountain village and the western side of Ruge Mountain.

When I came yesterday morning, I was fine.

Zhou Leng tried hard to recall. In his memory, there had been fog all over the city and the entire mountain had been covered by fog, but the fog on the west side of Ruge Mountain had never appeared.

"It must be just a coincidence..."

He looked down at the green bracelet and continued running.

As usual, Zhou Leng ran to the foot of Ruge Mountain before stopping.

Looking up, the whole Xiaoru Village was shrouded in fog, and only the hazy big mulberry tree at the entrance of the village could be seen.

On the cement road ahead, an energetic old man came over and shouted, "Xiao Leng, have you seen Da Huang?"

"Dad Huang didn't return to the village again?"

"I didn't know where it went the day before yesterday, and I didn't pay much attention to it. It often doesn't come back to the village for several days. It was foggy yesterday, and I was afraid it would get lost, so I kept looking for it. I asked in the group, but no one saw it."

"Have you searched the mountain?"

"It's hard to go up the mountain because of the thick fog."

"It just likes to run around, so it should be fine. If the fog clears tomorrow, I'll go up the mountain to practice and look for it while I'm at it."

"If you still haven't found it by tomorrow, I'll let you know. No one in the village is agile except you."

"Then I'll go back and contact you before going up the mountain tomorrow." Zhou Leng said goodbye to the village chief.

"Dahuang's efforts in raising you were not in vain." The village chief walked slowly with satisfaction.

Zhou Leng has become accustomed to the villagers' jokes.

Dahuang is an ordinary-looking Chinese pastoral dog who has been playing with Zhou Leng since he was a child.

Da Huang is also Zhou Leng's life-saving dog.

When Zhou Leng was a child, he went to the river to swim. His legs cramped and he drowned. The other dogs in the village just barked. But the big yellow dog jumped down first, bit Zhou Leng's arm and dragged him to the shore.

There was a time when Zhou Leng was sick, and Da Huang would occasionally hold fish in his mouth and throw them to Zhou Leng, which made the adults and children in the village very envious.

At that time, someone in the village joked that without Dahuang, the family would break up.

Dawang is a well-known socialite. Not only cows, horses, cats and sheep, but even wild animals such as squirrels, wild boars, weasels, magpies and raccoons often play with Dawang.

Dahuang is very smart. Once, a dog thief saw Dahuang at the entrance of the village and got out of his car to catch the dog.

Dahuang limped and pretended to be injured, controlling his speed and leading the dog catcher into the village.

Dahuang suddenly yelled, and all the cats and dogs in the village came out. When the villagers saw it, they ran over with hoes and shovels in their hands, scaring away the dog thief, and the villagers talked about it with relish.

Zhou Leng glanced at the fog, turned around and ran back, still thinking about Da Huang.

Other dogs would be fine, but Dahuang is different.

It's always different.

In any case, I have to go up the mountain to look for it tomorrow. It’s a good time to practice and prepare for the martial arts exam.

Zhou Leng continued running along the road.

Having lost sufficient inner energy, sweat poured down, soaking his entire body.

I ran back to Longyou River Park again. Most of the dark clouds had dissipated, and the sunlight shone through the scattered cracks in the sky and spread across the city.

Zhou Leng narrowed his eyes and looked towards the east.

In the eastern sky, there are two suns, one big and one small.

The small sun is the size of a baby fist and hangs to the lower left of the big sun.

After entering the park and practicing his boxing and kicking skills, Zhou Leng ran back home.

After rinsing, I sat down at the desk as usual.

Zhou Leng stretched out his hand and slowly slid his fingertips across the polished lettering on the left side of the table.

It is not my intention to be granted the title of Marquis, but I hope the sea will be peaceful.

That was Zhou Leng when he was a child, carving it stroke by stroke.

He withdrew his hand, pulled out a thick notebook from the small bookshelf, and opened the cover.

On the first page, the same verses are written, divided on both sides like a couplet.

Between the two columns of poetry, there is a printed picture.

On top of Mount Tai, there is a bright red carving of “The Most Dominant of the Five Mountains” on a huge rock.

In front of the boulder, three young men were arm in arm, looking full of vigor and vitality.

The three people are Wu Duanxiong, Wan Yumin and Zhao Dongjun.

This photo is well known to everyone in the Dragon Country and is also known as the "Three Saints of Mount Tai".

All three of them are martial saints.

Zhou Leng's gaze fell back to the first page of the notebook. Above the photo, the words "Martial Arts Diary" were written.

This is a compulsory homework assigned by all teachers in elementary, middle and high schools, and all students have developed a habit.

I flipped through my notebook and stopped at the martial arts diary I wrote yesterday.

July 7. Overcast.

1. Realm.

Qi and blood state.

The period of nourishing qi.

2. Supernatural powers.

1. The supernatural power of the tribe: the seed of true qi.

2. National magical power: inheritance and continuity. Martial arts perception. Unity. Medicine and supplements.

3. Martial Arts:

1. Internal strength: Xuanchao Jue-minor achievement of the first level.

2. Boxing: Chongshan Fist - Mastery of the Second Heaven.

3. Palm Technique: Layered Wave Palm - Minor Success Level .

4. Leg Techniques: Flying Cloud Leg – Mastered to the fourth level.

5. Step method: Bagua Step-Small Success Eighth Level.

6. Body Movements: Youyun Body Movements - Mastered the Sixth Heaven.

Four, four strange bodies.

Qi: ordinary qi.

Blood: ordinary blood.

Body: Mortal body.

Strength: ordinary strength.

5. Martial arts will.

No perception.

6. Combat awareness.

No perception.

Zhou Leng looked at the clan's magical powers and the country's magical powers.

The final trophy of that explosion of thousands of nuclear weapons was a golden crystal.

After humans were awakened, they formed their own tribe's supernatural powers and the seeds of true qi.

The Seed of True Qi allows masters of the Innate Realm to directly plant the power of True Qi in every human being, allowing them to quickly enter the Qi-cultivation stage.

Martial arts perception is a power that belongs exclusively to the people of the Dragon Country.

Among the many countries on Blue Star, only the Dragon Country possesses the national magical power of "Martial Arts Perception".

This kind of magical power allows the people of the Dragon Country to perceive the details of practice more easily than people of other countries when practicing martial arts.

The flow of true Qi, changes in the body, breakthroughs in bottlenecks, etc. can all be sensed.

Martial arts perception is the foundation of martial arts diary.

It is also a national magical power obtained at the sacrifice of Martial Saint Wan Yumin.

Zhou Leng pressed the ballpoint pen and wrote down today's martial arts diary.

The content is exactly the same as yesterday.

After finishing writing, Zhou Leng took out his mobile phone and was about to take a photo, but suddenly stopped.

Since elementary school, I have been accustomed to writing a martial arts diary in the morning and taking photos to upload to the parent group, but starting today, this homework has come to an end.

Put down the phone.

Saw it.

After sitting in silence for a while, Zhou Leng stood up and walked into the living room, his eyes sweeping across the electronic photo album on the TV cabinet.

Zhou Leng walked to the sofa to rest, and after a while, he took out his cell phone.

"Don't wait until tomorrow, go find Da Huang today."

Open Xiaoru Village’s group and look through the chat history.

Either it is a series of 50-second voice messages, arranged densely, or it is a row of thumbs-up emojis.

I couldn't find any voice message about Da Huang, so I had to give up.

Zhou Leng opened the photo album on his phone. Apart from daily martial arts notes and other study content, most of the contents were photos and videos of Da Huang.

After closing the photo album, Zhou Leng looked up the prices of some portable warrior food and closed it silently.

Zhou Leng opened the freezer of the refrigerator, took out ten sausages and put them into the steamer.

After stir-frying a plate of vegetables, cooking six duck breasts, and eating breakfast with freshly steamed multi-grain rice, Zhou Leng began to pack his hiking bag.

Add steamed sausage, four packs of compressed biscuits, two boxes of chocolate and six bottles of water.

Check the assault jackets, flashlights, first aid medicines, thin warm blankets, second-hand engineer shovels, multi-functional military knives, etc.

There were single tents and other camping supplies at home. Zhou Leng remembered Uncle Li's instructions and gave up camping at night.

After getting everything ready, Zhou Leng changed into a long-sleeved shirt and long pants, put on a half-person-high mountaineering backpack, walked to the door, and stopped.

Looking back at the electronic photo album, Zhou Leng went downstairs with a heavy burden and walked quickly towards Xiaoru Village.

When they arrived at the village, Zhou Leng asked the old village chief and found out that Dahuang still hadn't returned. Without saying a word, he started climbing the mountain.

Walking into the back mountain, Zhou Leng looked up at the faint mist in front of him, feeling vaguely uneasy.

This kind of local fog has never appeared in Xiaoru Village.

Zhou Leng glanced at the green bracelet on his wrist.

Ever since he was attacked by a demon and lost half his life, Zhou Leng has become more cautious.

Now is not a good time to go into the mountains.

However, when Zhou Leng thought of Da Huang's appearance, his eyes gradually became clear.

“It’s not like I haven’t done anything before going up a mountain in the fog.”

Zhou Leng sent a message to Uncle Li, explaining what had happened in detail, then contacted martial arts committee member Mo Hai to ask for leave, took a deep breath, and walked up the mountain.

Guoyun Development Company, Li Linhan looked at Zhou Leng's text message and smiled with relief.

If you don’t even dare to climb the mountain in the fog, how can you cross the sea in the blood!

In the mist, there are green mountains, white rocks and lush forests.

Zhou Leng climbed the mountain along a familiar route.

Whenever we go to a place that Dahuang likes, we shout Dahuang's name.

With the true energy in his body, Zhou Leng felt as if he was walking on flat ground.

I searched for an hour, to no avail.

Zhou Leng stopped and frowned slightly.

To protect against mosquitoes, wear long-sleeved shirts and long pants in midsummer.

But not only was there no sweat on my body, I even felt a little cold and wanted to put on another layer of jacket.

After walking for a while, suddenly, a group of wild boars jumped out in front.

Behind a big black wild boar were six small spotted wild boars.

Seven wild boars stared at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng looked calm.

The true Qi has only achieved a small level of success and cannot exert its full power. The true Qi can only approach the skin and cannot be released further.

But no matter how hard the wild boar's head was, it could not withstand the continuous blows of the Dielang Palm.

Suddenly, the wild boar snorted softly at Zhou Leng, but it didn't seem to have any malicious intentions.

Zhou Leng's heart moved. After the ten realms overlapped, various changes occurred on the earth.

There is a new power between heaven and earth that allows humans to practice quickly.

This kind of power is called aura among humans.

Thanks to the changes on the Blue Planet and the overflow of spiritual energy from the Demon City, stories of animals learning human nature have occurred frequently in recent years.

Zhou Leng didn't care about the absurdity and asked loudly: "Do you know Da Huang? It's... the Da Huang that can bark. You should have heard us call it."

The big wild boar didn't move, then snorted.

Feeling helpless.

Suddenly the wild boar pouted and pointed its nose in one direction.

"Are you saying that Dahuang went in that direction?" Zhou Leng pointed in that direction, half believing and half doubting.

The wild boar seemed not to hear it. It continued to nose in that direction, snorted a few more times, then turned and left.

The little wild boars turned their heads to look at Zhou Leng, snorted twice, and like kindergarten children, they lined up in an orderly line and followed the big wild boar to disappear into the woods.

Zhou Leng looked in the direction where the wild boar was sticking its nose up, with a look of doubt on his face.

I remembered the direction, took out my phone and took several photos, then continued to where Da Huang often went.

By noon, we had been to many places, but still could not see Dahuang's dog.

Zhou Leng took out water, compressed biscuits, sausages and multivitamin tablets from his backpack, ate some of them quickly, took a short rest, and continued searching.

By three o'clock in the afternoon, my voice was hoarse, but there was still no sign of Dahuang.

The place was thickly foggy. Zhou Leng was very familiar with Ruge Mountain and remembered some of its distinctive rocks and trees clearly, so he never got lost.

"It's three o'clock. If we don't get down the mountain, it will be too late."

Zhou Leng has climbed mountains many times and has always followed the instructions of his adults, trying not to spend the night in the mountains.

All the familiar places have been searched.

Rhubarb rarely goes to the remaining places.

Zhou Leng sighed and returned the same way, trying hard to think.

"Today is the third day. Da Huang rarely stays out for three consecutive days. He won't be..."

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt, so I quickly interrupted the bad thoughts.

He walked back slowly, reluctant to go back to the village, when suddenly his eyes moved.

This is where the big wild boar appears.

Zhou Leng looked in the direction the wild boar was pointing.

The sun was setting, the fog was like a thick grey cloth, and the darkness deep in the forest was so thick that it could not be dispelled.

The cold wind blew and Zhou Leng got goose bumps all over his body.

Zhou Leng raised his head and looked ahead.

I still remember that sunny and warm summer afternoon.

The mottled shadows of the trees fell on the woman, who was squatting on the ground with her long hair flowing.

She gently stroked Dawang's head.

"Xiao Huang, you must protect your brother."

"Woof..." The little dog wagged his tail vigorously, stuck out his tongue and grinned.

After that summer, Zhou Leng’s appearance was no longer there in all the spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The next year, Dahuang saved Zhou Leng and fulfilled the promise made that summer.

Zhou Leng took off the green bracelet and stuffed it into his backpack.

Go find rhubarb.

And that summer.

(End of this chapter)