Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 57 Qi and Blood
"Strength comes from the ground, shoulders and elbows dropped, waist and hips relaxed, shoulders supported, elbows horizontal, crotch rounded and knees wrapped..."

The "Chiyang Zhuang Gong" posture was set up in the open space in the yard. Under the scorching sun, it felt like being wrapped in flames, and a burning sensation filled the whole body.

"Force originates from the ground, its roots are in the feet, it is controlled by the waist and hips, passes through the shoulders and arms, and manifests in the wrists and fingers."

Zhong Lin silently recited the power-generating techniques of "Chiyang Zhuang Gong" in his mind, and adjusted his body posture bit by bit.

At this time, Zhong Lin had been standing in the yard for two hours. The blood coagulation technique was different from the dynamic exercises of "Iron Mountain Kung Fu". It seemed simple, but it was extremely difficult to get started. If there was even a slight mistake, not only would he not be able to feel the location of the blood, but his body would become more tired and exhausted.

Although he hadn't done any exercise, Zhong Lin was already sweating profusely and his muscles were sore all over.

"Shitou, what is Brother Dalin doing?"

"Practice."

"Why aren't you moving while practicing? Just standing there?"

"I don't know either. My second brother said he was practicing martial arts."

"Can we practice then?"

"No, my second brother said we are still young and our bones are not fully developed yet. We need a few more years, otherwise we won't grow taller."

Xiu Ge'er and Xiao Shitou were lying in front of the window, looking at Zhong Lin in the yard, whispering to each other.

Snapped!Snapped!
Just as the two were about to say something else, suddenly a ruler fell on their buttocks. With a scream, the two of them jumped up.

"Have you finished memorizing the book? Or have you finished practicing the calligraphy?"

Old man Xu walked out from the shadows with a gloomy face, and slapped his palms twice with the ruler in his hand, which scared the two little guys so much that they dared not neglect it. They quickly returned to their seats, picked up the brushes and started practicing calligraphy.

Zhong Lin in the yard also slowly opened his eyes and shook his numb arms and thighs.

"system."

Host: Zhong Lin

skill:
Method: Iron Mountain Kung Fu (max level), Black Tiger Fist (max level)

Skills: Iron Sand Palm (max level), Rolling Stone Fist (max level), Archery (max level), Locust Stone (max level), Willow Catkins (max level), Wind-Breaking Blade (max level), Instant Kill (max level), Breath-Suppressing (max level), Breath-Searching (max level), Eight Steps to Chase Cicadas (max level), Hibiscus Needle (max level)

Miscellaneous: 3D painting (max level), calligraphy (max level), cooking (max level), medicine (max level), pharmacy (max level), disguise (max level), ventriloquism (max level), lock picking (max level),
Skill Points: ∞
The skill of "Red Sun Posture" still has not been formed on the system panel, and the qi and blood have not been condensed, so the "Red Sun Palm" has naturally not been refined.

However, Zhong Lin mastered the two martial arts "Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada" and "Hibiscus Golden Needle".

"Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada" is a light Kung Fu footwork that emphasizes extremely fast bursts of energy in a short period of time. As for "Hibiscus Golden Needle", it is a hidden weapon technique. From the name, you can tell that the hidden weapon is a needle-type dart that is more secretive than the locust stone.

These two skills were just ordinary martial arts, so Zhong Lin naturally learned them easily.

"What's wrong? Why can't I sense the Qi and blood?"

Zhong Lin frowned, wondering what went wrong.

"The Jingyue Complete Works, Blood Symptoms, states that humans have yin and yang, which are blood and qi. Yang governs qi, so when qi is full, the spirit is vigorous; yin governs blood, so when blood is abundant, the body is strong. Life depends on these alone."

"According to my understanding, the combination of breathing techniques and standing meditation is the key to sensing the Qi and blood. The breathing techniques may not seem complicated, but it takes years to form a breathing habit. Adjusting them, or even going against the flow, is far from easy. It's much more difficult than the breathing techniques in the previous Iron Mountain Kung Fu."

Thinking of this, Zhong Lin subconsciously touched his chest. When he was adjusting his breathing just now, he felt a stuffiness in his chest and almost got a stitch in the side.

"time to eat."

Just as Zhong Lin was about to continue practicing the "Chiyang Posture", a loud shout from Old Lady Xu in the kitchen brought him back to his senses.

Zhong Lin also pressed his thoughts and stopped worrying. He had only just started practicing the Chiyang Zhuang Gong, so it was normal that he couldn't master it in a short time. There was no rush. He could take his time after dinner. The meal had already been served on the table, four dishes.

Cold spinach and black fungus salad, stir-fried pumpkin slices, stir-fried beans with bacon, and cold lettuce salad.

Add a basket of mixed flour buns.

These are seasonal vegetables grown in Mrs. Xu's home, and they have become delicacies on the table through her hands.

The portion of each dish was huge, especially the basket of mixed flour steamed buns. Each one was the size of a bowl, and there were more than twenty of them. A normal strong man would be full after eating three, and Xiao Shitou and his friends were full after eating half of one.

After washing his hands, Zhong Lin sat in the main seat, and everyone was waiting for him to start eating.

Zhong Lin is the pillar of this group family. Everyone, whether it is Xiao Shitou or Old Man Xu's family, depends on Zhong Lin's power in the chaotic world. In everyone's common understanding, the head of the family should enjoy such treatment.

"Eat them all!"

Zhong Lin picked up his chopsticks first, and then everyone started eating.

He picked up a mixed flour bun with his left hand, took a bite of vegetable, and in no time, the bun, the size of a bowl, was gone into his stomach.

As his martial arts skills progressed, Zhong Lin's appetite grew. The basket of mixed buns on the table was actually prepared for him.

There is no other way. If there is not enough oil and water, you can only make up for it with carbohydrates.

This was because Zhong Lin had made preparations early and collected a large amount of food. Many people outside had already stopped eating by this time.

……

Outside Montenegro City.

The forest that should have been lush and green had long since turned into a wasteland. All the trees had been cut down to make siege weapons. Refugees were sitting or lying in groups of three or two on the empty land.

Each of these refugees was dressed in rags, had dull hair, dull eyes, and was emaciated, like a walking corpse.

咣 咣 咣!
The sound of the gong resounded, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

A tall man walked out of the crowd, beating a gong in his hand.

"Everyone, listen up! General Guo of the Rebellion is recruiting. We're only looking for men between the ages of fifteen and forty. Each person willing to join the Rebellion will receive two pounds of mixed noodles. The number is limited, and no one will be accepted after that."

"I'll say it again. We're only recruiting men between the ages of fifteen and forty. If you join the rebel army, you'll receive two pounds of mixed noodles."

With these shouts, figures among the chaotic crowd of disaster victims slowly stood up and moved slowly towards the direction where the chaotic army was camping.

"Dad, you can't go! You can't go. What will happen to us if you go?"

"If I hadn't gone to Xiaozhu, I would have starved to death. With those two pounds of mixed noodles, maybe you could have survived."

This is a husband saying goodbye to his wife and children.

"Son! Mother is not hungry, mother is not hungry. We can't go there. People will die. Mother saw so many dead people today. The soil was dyed red. We can't go there!"

A mother held her thin son, crying.

Everyone knew the dangers of siege, but they would rather die of starvation than die in battle.

The most painful way to die at this time is to starve to death.

(End of this chapter)