Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 10 10 Movements, Fighting Methods, Eight Tiger Forms
what?
Hebi was startled, thinking he had misheard. But Cui Yao was a man of swift action. Before the former had even finished his daze, the latter had already completed the test in a few seconds. With a hint of surprise in his eyes, he confirmed:
“It is indeed the realm of feeling qi.”

In this corner of the training ground, the sound was like a sudden blast of water, and the waiters were talking to each other, saying things like "the waiter at the restaurant," "it's just him," "he has a younger brother in the head escort's house," and "it must be someone of honor who helped him."
The noisy sound rushed past, and Cui Yao frowned:
"If anyone disagrees, please stand up and I can give you a test."

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

"Being good at practicing is a skill, but having someone to support you is also a skill."

“If others can do it, you should think about how you can do it yourself.”

"Saying sour things here is useless!"

With a loud shout, the guys were suddenly silent, like rabbits in front of a tiger, not daring to raise their heads.

Cui Yao snorted coldly and told them to practice their skills separately. Then he turned around and looked at the calm Li Cunxiao and nodded slightly.

The two brothers of the Cui family both came from military backgrounds, and later by chance they joined Zhang Lishi's army.

Therefore, both of them are straightforward, or to put it bluntly, have simple and rough personalities.

He didn't care whether anyone had connections or used tonics. How could there be so much fairness in the world?
Those young masters and young ladies in the inner city pay to learn martial arts but don’t have to work. Why don’t you yell at them?

Moreover, Cui Yao knew the origins of the Li brothers, and he was really lucky that the chief escort leader accepted them. Apart from that, was there any extra care?

"I see you practicing every day. With your strength and bones, you should be fine in half a month."

Cui Yao only said this, and without waiting for a reply, he led the two to the other side of the training ground, where there were naturally other bodyguards to fill in.

He Bi came to his senses at this time, looked at Li Cunxiao, and wanted to say something, but looking at Cui Yao's back in front of him, he still held back.

On the other side of the training ground, the number of people was less than half of the group doing horse stance. There were about twenty people, two in a group, practicing sparring.

To put it simply, the so-called routine is a formula obtained by summarizing and refining the means of dealing with different situations.

No matter how the opponent attacks or defends, I have corresponding methods to break, defend and deceive.

When the routine is broken down, it becomes moves, and the coordination of footwork and hand movements becomes footwork and live piles.

The combination of live stakes and moves is the fighting style.

In the legends and stories, those peerless warriors often fought for three days and three nights, but in reality, ordinary people would be out of breath after fighting for less than ten minutes.

Qin Yu and Run Dong sensed their Qi and blood, and all aspects of their physical fitness were already stronger than those of ordinary middle-aged men. However, after practicing for two quarters of an hour, they were now out of breath and their movements began to slow down.

At this moment, Qin Yu saw something and was suddenly stunned. Rundong's fist was not retracted and hit his chest with a bang. The latter was caught off guard and sat down immediately.

"Qin Yu, why are you distracted?"

"Look, look over there, it's them, they've also broken through to the Qi Sense!"

"them?"

Rundong was confused at first. He turned around and looked at his two roommates who were approaching, and his expression froze.

Thinking about the little pride I felt in the morning, I didn't know whether to congratulate or what to do.

Fortunately, Cui Yao and the other two didn't notice this.

After bringing the two to the side of the sparring team, he began to explain:
"The depth of practicing a Kung Fu is commonly known as entry, minor success, major success, and perfection."

"Our escort agency's Tiger Form Fist, the first step is to sense the Qi, a small degree of success is to suppress the Qi, and the great success and perfection is the realm of strengthening the Qi." "You two have already entered the Tiger Form Fist and can sense the Qi and blood. The next step is to mobilize and control the Qi and blood."

"Next, I will teach you the live stake technique and the 'Tiger Form Eight Styles' fighting method."

"When you can reach the point where your strength reaches all four extremities and your Qi follows your heart, then your Tiger Form Fist will be considered fully developed."

Then, Cui Yao began to teach the two of them step by step, how to raise and lower the body, move the feet while standing still, and which footwork should be combined with which moves.

The footwork of Tiger Form Boxing is dynamic and requires that the feet be firmly rooted on the ground, with neither the steps floating nor the strength drifting. When landing, the feet should be placed one after the other but compactly, as light and agile as a magpie landing, as majestic as a tiger sitting on the ground, and as nimble and clever as a cat.

There are eight moves in total:
The tiger pounces, the tiger supports, the tiger braces, the tiger grabs, the tiger holds its head, the tiger leaps up the mountain, the tiger wags its tail, and the tiger kicks its claws.

The name is simple and unpretentious, but when it is actually practiced, every move is fierce and all the attacks are aimed at the vital points. Li Cunxiao and He Bi who were watching Cui Yao's practice felt a chill in their backs.

After Cui Yao finished his demonstration and left, the two men moved closer and saw that the old wooden stake covered with cowhide had several finger holes and fist marks on it.

With a gentle blow, sawdust as fine as flour falls to the ground.

"So fierce?"

Li Cunxiao was clicking his tongue, but Hebi next to him was shaking his head.

"What's that? I heard from my father that once, when they were escorting an convoy, the horse got scared. Escort Captain Cui used just one hand to stop the loaded cart, and the horse's neck broke and died on the spot!"

A thousand pounds with one hand? Doesn't that mean half a ton of force?
Li Cunxiao's heart burned with excitement. He was just about to take the opportunity to ask about the realms above Qi and blood, when Qin Yu came over with a smile:

"Brother Li, Brother He, have you also achieved a breakthrough in sensing Qi?"

Having said that, without being asked, he began to actively share his experience of practicing the exercises over the past two days.

It didn't matter how much experience was in these words, or whether they were true or false. In short, they quickly narrowed the distance between them.

Rundong stood aside awkwardly, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but finally closed it.

When the arduous morning exercise was over and it was time to drink the medicinal soup, Li Cunxiao took a sip and could clearly feel that the heat of the medicinal soup was stronger than what he drank while doing horse stance.

Not only that, when they were working, these guys who were able to sense qi and blood were assigned obviously less work.

And I heard from others that if there is nothing else to do after work, the bodyguards will turn a blind eye if they occasionally go out.

Obviously, even if he is just a reserve escort, his treatment is different from that of an ordinary servant.

Surprisingly, when Li Cunxiao finished his work and returned to the house, he unexpectedly discovered that He Bi, who had left the escort agency at this time in the past, was waiting at the door.

He also spoke directly:
"Brother Li, did you also eat demon meat when you broke through the Qi Sense?"

Seeing He Bi coming over and asking in a low voice, Li Cunxiao said in his heart, "Yes?"
I was just worried about not being able to find a channel to get demon meat, but I didn't expect it to be delivered to my doorstep.

"Brother He, you're joking. I'm short of money, where would I get the money to buy demon meat?"

Hebi smiled knowingly and showed an expression of "I understand" when he heard this.

"Brother Li, don't worry. Chief Cui won't take care of these things. I'm only here to make friends."

"It's not convenient to talk here. Could you please do me the honor of moving to the restaurant?"

(End of this chapter)