Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 162: Buddhist magical powers, initiation and transmission of power
Qin Pingliang recognized Zhang Yuan.

More than just recognizing it, I'm afraid I'll never forget it in my lifetime.

On the fourth floor of Yunteng Tower, the dignified prince of Guwang Mansion didn't dare to say a word in front of Zhang Yuan. He was humiliated like that, but he just swallowed his pride.

How could I forget that scene?

Qin Pingliang later asked Qin Yuqing and found out who Zhang Yuan was.

The commander of the Black Ice Platform in Zhengyang County, a god-like being who defeated 20,000 with only 800 men and killed the master in battle.

Anyone who knew the inside story in the army would regard the Black Tiger who led 800 soldiers to defeat 20,000 monks and killed the master as a god.
A general who could achieve such military achievements, even if it was only half of the victory, would die without regrets.

Now Qin Pingliang is no longer in a position to get Qin Yuqing married, and that sick scholar far away in Luyang Prefecture is not completely unsuitable for his sister.

With a figure like Hei Hu coming forward to guarantee it, the Qin family will turn a blind eye.

"Captain Qin, how are you?" Zhang Yuan bowed.

Qin Pingliang's face twitched. He looked at Zhang Yuan, then at Qian Mu who was covering his face and running away.

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Pingliang bowed to Zhang Yuan on his horse and then rushed into Zuowei City.

He really didn't know how to talk to Zhang Yuan.

If you can't bring yourself to say nice things, and you can't bend down, then just don't say anything.

It was not until Qin Pingliang left that Hu Tang and Hong Yang looked at each other.

This guy is extraordinary. He is the son of the lieutenant general and is no ordinary captain.

Zhang Yuan even recognized this person?

"Brother Zhang, you have such a wide network of contacts." Hu Tang grinned.

Zhang Yuan shook his head: "It was just a brief encounter."

Really.

"Let's go, tomorrow is the day for martial arts training. I plan to go to the martial arts school to read some classics. Can you two brothers come with me?"

Zhang Yuan turned around and asked.

Hu Tang and Hong Yang shook their heads at the same time.

Reading?

That is impossible.

I heard there’s a nice place in the county town, but I haven’t been there yet.

……

In Zuowei City, Qian Mu was blocked outside the lobby by Qin Pingliang.

"Captain Qin, the weapons you requested are still on their way. It's not that I won't give them to you, but even if you whip me, I can't get them out now."

Qian Mu leaned against the door and spoke with a bitter face.

This is how it is to be an official in a county town. There are too many people you cannot afford to offend.

When encountering problems, the only options are procrastination and pushing it off.

Qin Pingliang's face was stern, and he snorted coldly: "If you didn't know that the weapons had been sent to the Red Scale Army, do you think I would come here in person?"

Qian Mu's face froze and he stopped talking.

The Red Scale Army is definitely the most important thing now, and any need for military equipment will be given priority.

But some of these things can only be done, not said.

"Qian Ducao, do you recognize Zhang Yuan?"

Qin Pingliang's voice made Qian Mu stunned.

Zhang Yuan?

After taking a quick look at Qin Pingliang's face, Qian Mu bravely said, "When we were in Luyang Prefecture, I was a sergeant and he was an acting captain. I watched him grow up."

Sure enough, the tension on Qin Pingliang's face slowly relaxed.

Qian Mu was delighted and lowered his voice: "Captain Qin, it's a rare visit to Zuowei City. Would you like to sit in the back hall?"

"Zhang Yuan just brought me some tea, would you like to try some?"

Qin Pingliang hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

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Zhengyang County, martial arts.

Library.

Without a martial arts student ID card, you absolutely cannot enter this place.

Even with an ID badge, you can only enter the first or second floor of the three-story attic.

The attic is not very large, and various classics are marked on the bookshelves.

art of war.

Battle formation.

Boxing.

Weapons. Military tactics.

Jianghu martial arts.

Zhang Yuan even saw some books on Buddhism and Taoism stored there.

The classic books that people had to fight for in the martial arts world were placed here casually.

This is martial arts, the foundation of the Qin government.

He walked to the bookshelf of martial arts boxing and exercises, glanced at it, took out a book called "Yi Jin Gu" and slowly opened it.

What he lacks now is the explanation of various cultivation theories and the accumulation of understanding of basic exercises.

Xu Changzhi and Gu Zhenting both came from martial arts sects. Zhang Yuan also asked them, and they learned that the cultivation and inheritance in martial arts sects are mostly taught by special masters.

Many exercises are secret.

Only court martial arts are truly open, and anyone can learn them as long as you are qualified.

The key is qualifications.

"Strength originates from the feet, like the roots of a large tree. If the roots are stable, the strength is deep."

"Martial arts training requires concentrating one's qi and blood, condensing one's true essence, and then tempering one's body to become a golden body and jade bones. Only when one's inner and outer qualities become one can one enter a state of wonder."

"The fist is the blade, the waist is the bow, the force has different levels of intensity, speed, and depth..."

Zhang Yuan had already understood many things.

He just needs a confirmation.

Are the things that I have realized correct?

When I open the classics at this moment, there is really no difference between what is written in the book and what I think and deduce in my heart.

In other words, the path of martial arts that he was taking was correct.

Unconsciously, the true energy in Zhang Yuan's dantian was surging, and the condensed energy became more and more powerful.

This is a process of combining the real and the imaginary, and confirming the martial arts.

"Brother, do you know how to operate the superposition of vibrations mentioned in this classic?"

A voice sounded at the side.

Zhang Yuan turned around and saw a boy, no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, looking up at him.

The young man was wearing a martial arts robe, had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face showed a bit of simplicity and honesty.

"The teacher asked me to find the answer myself, but I know all these words. It's just, it's just..."

The boy scratched his head, looked around, and whispered, "I asked them, but they ignored me and said I was stupid."

Zhang Yuan turned his head and took a look.

This first level of basic martial arts was being read by young students, who were not very old and all had an arrogant look on their faces.

To be able to learn martial arts at this age, one must either be talented or have a good background.

"Zhou Hanhan, at his age, he's still here flipping through basic martial arts. Do you expect him to teach you?"

The young man beside him turned his head, a scornful smile on his face: "The teacher is unwilling to teach you, don't you understand?"

"You don't have any talent for martial arts practice. It would be much better for you to live a peaceful and carefree life as a playboy. Your family isn't..."

The boy didn't say anything else, turned around and walked away with a smile.

The honest young man had already clenched his fists.

"The force of superimposed shocks. When you were practicing the Bull Fist, you couldn't introduce the force into your fist, right?" Zhang Yuan spoke, and with just one sentence, the honest young man nodded heavily.

"Yeah."

The boy's eyes were full of excitement: "Brother, you, you can teach me."

"The moves in Wild Bull Fist that utilize the power of superimposed vibrations are Wild Bull Trampling the Earth, Punch Subduing the Mountains, and Running Bull Blocking the River." Zhang Yuan nodded and said, "The key to these three moves is to generate force from the ground, leveraging the force of the stampede..."

There was desire and confusion in the boy's eyes.

Zhang Yuan felt that it really looked like himself.

I also have an immense desire to learn the path of cultivation, but I only have a superficial understanding of it. I can only explore it alone, not knowing what is right or wrong.

Even if one reaches the Grandmaster level in cultivation, one still has to walk on thin ice.

"Do you believe me?"

Zhang Yuan spoke softly.

The young man nodded repeatedly: "I believe you, big brother. I am stupid. I know that what you said is really useful. I will remember it all and slowly understand it when I go back..."

Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on the boy's head.

A faint golden light flashed by.

Buddhist magical powers.

Initiation and transmission of power.

(End of this chapter)