Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 12 Jimin Pharmacy
Student life is one of the best times in a person's life, not only because it represents our youth.

Because of their time together, they became more innocent and less calculating.

With his memories from both lifetimes merging together, Zhao Rui cherishes this precious time at school even more.

After school in the afternoon, Zhao Rui left the school and rode his bicycle to Jimin Pharmacy.

Li Cunxin was sitting solemnly at the octagonal table in the pharmacy, taking the pulse of a visiting guest.

The guest was a young woman dressed in a gorgeous cheongsam, with delicate features and her long, curled hair styled with a bright green hairpin.

Several strings of sparkling jade stones hung from the hairpin, resembling the style of ancient court ladies.

The young woman had a graceful figure, and the twilight cast a beautiful glow on her dark blue cheongsam.

The brocade at the chest is thick and full, like the spring colors under a landscape painting, meandering along the waist.

The slit in the cheongsam unfolded like a sandalwood folding fan, revealing a glimpse of glaze, like the undried glaze on a piece of white porcelain, through the woman's swaying, plump legs.

She's a woman with a very mature, married woman's charm.

Beside the two stood the eldest and fifth senior brothers, both of whom were learning medicine from their master.

As for their skill level, Zhao Rui didn't know. He didn't even know his own master's skill level, let alone his two senior brothers.

He always felt that his master was more likely a fraud.

"Ms. Zhao is in good health. She will take the two doses of medicine I prescribed in a short while and then rest quietly for a few days, and she will be fine!"

Li Cunxin removed his fingers from the young woman's fair wrist, stroked his long beard, and said calmly.

"It's good that you're alright. I've been feeling restless and increasingly uncomfortable these past few days. I think it's because my daughter's college entrance exam is approaching and she's too nervous!"

The young woman smiled, her bright eyes and white teeth like flowers in early spring, instantly lifting one's spirits.

"Yes, children have their own blessings, Ms. Zhao, please don't worry!"

"Thank you, Dr. Li!"

The young woman rose slightly, and her exquisite curves, like those of a jade sculpture, instantly unfolded. The pert arc not only did not disappear, but became even longer and firmer.

"You're too kind, the price is 600 yuan!"

Li Cunxin spoke without raising his eyebrows.

The young woman didn't find anything inappropriate about it; instead, she bowed respectfully and left.

Zhao Rui knew this woman; she was a long-time client of his master, often coming to him for pulse diagnosis and treatment.

Zhao Rui was just a little kid back then, and he didn't understand the beauty of this kind of young woman. Now that he has memories of his past life, he realizes that this woman is absolutely stunning.

No wonder Master took pulses and diagnosed patients with such seriousness.

After briefly greeting his master and senior brothers, Zhao Rui went straight to the martial arts hall and found his third senior brother.

He had already made a phone call before coming, and his third senior brother was already waiting here.

"I've noticed that your understanding of the Cloud Hands and Stars Plucking Technique has become increasingly profound lately. You must be close to breaking through the Small Heavenly Circuit, right?"

The third senior brother said this as soon as they met.

"Senior brother has a keen eye; it should be soon. I must thank you for your tireless help!"

"Don't be so polite, we're all fellow disciples!"

The third senior brother smiled, and then the two of them changed into martial arts uniforms and began to fight.

The art of martial arts is profound and extensive.

From the perspective of cultivation alone, there is a distinction between static and dynamic exercises.

Quiet exercise involves practicing alone, opening up the internal energy, and practicing the techniques. Over time, the body will naturally move at will, and the techniques will become natural.

Dynamic exercises, on the other hand, place greater emphasis on actual combat, improving physical reaction in fighting, integrating martial arts into the body's memory, working from the outside in, and ultimately achieving the same goal through different paths, with internal and external integration!
The distinction between static and dynamic exercises is not clear-cut; most martial artists possess both.

Therefore, it wasn't surprising that Zhao Rui sought out his senior brothers to gain more practical experience; on the contrary, it was a sign of his diligent study. Among his fellow disciples, he had the closest relationship with his third senior brother, which was why Zhao Rui approached him.

"Junior brother, the second level of our Cloud Hands Star-Picking Technique emphasizes comprehension. Watch how well I execute this Star-Scattering Formation!"

"Then I won't stand on ceremony, junior brother. Cloud Crane Cry!"

The two senior brothers learned their martial arts from the same master and were quite familiar with each other. When they fought, they countered each other's moves with incredible speed.

"Wow, Third Junior Brother, Little Junior Brother, you two are really having a great time!"

At this moment, a man and a woman walked in through the entrance of the martial arts hall. Upon seeing Zhao Rui and the other person fighting, they immediately raised their voices and spoke.

"It's more fun with more people, come join us!"

The third senior brother laughed heartily, then took a step forward, his body soaring like a cloud, and leaped into the air, engulfing the two of them in his attack.

Zhao Rui was speechless. This third senior brother was fighting so well, yet he complained that it wasn't enough.

Once I reach level eight, I'll show you how I crush you!
The newcomers were the second senior brother and the fourth senior sister. All three of them were far more powerful than Zhao Rui. Once they started fighting, Zhao Rui had no chance to intervene.

They could only stay there dejectedly, waiting for their fight to end.

The three men exchanged blows, their internal energy surging, creating a violent collision that shook the entire martial arts hall.

"That was awesome! Junior brother, don't just stand there, come join us!"

The second senior brother and the others laughed and leaped into the air, taking Zhao Rui, who was still standing there, with them.

Zhao Rui felt a chill run down his spine, but since things had come to this point, he could only grit his teeth, concentrate, and deal with it properly.

He endured this for about ten minutes, during which time he had already taken several blows from his senior brothers and sisters.

If the three hadn't been careful, he would have already been coughing up blood and suffering internal injuries.

Although you took a lot of beatings, it wasn't all for nothing. After the four of them fought for a quarter of an hour, a new change finally appeared on Zhao Rui's system panel.

"Reaching for the stars with cloud-like hands, 100% progress!"

Zhao Rui unleashed a devastating attack, forcing the three back. He leaped out of the battle circle, panting heavily, and said, "Let's stop fighting! Let's stop fighting!"

Upon hearing this, the three withdrew their stances and laughed, "Junior brother, you have to work harder! We brothers are counting on you to bring glory to our master."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rui quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, I can't take on this responsibility! Senior brothers and sisters, please don't belittle me!"

“If we don’t turn to you, who else would we turn to? You are the youngest disciple of our master.”

Fourth Senior Sister smiled brightly, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"Wait until you get into university and train for a few years. I reckon you'll be able to beat them then!"

The second senior brother echoed this sentiment.

Upon hearing their words, Zhao Rui's handsome face immediately showed a bitter expression, as if he had suffered from constipation.

The master had an "enemy" with whom he had a feud for most of his life. Later, for reasons unknown, he stopped feuding and instead let his disciples cause trouble.

A competition is held between disciples every three years.

Winning a disciple can earn you an electric scooter, but that's not the main point. The main point is the reputation of the sect and the master's face.

Unfortunately, Jimin Pharmacy lost in the last two consecutive sessions.

There's no other reason than that my skills are inferior.

In the past two years, Li Cunxin's disciples at every level have been unable to compare with him; it's no wonder they've lost.

Li Cunxin was often angry about this, but martial arts training is not child's play; it's not something you can just do on a whim.

As a newly recruited disciple, Zhao Rui initially embodied a great deal of Li Cunxin's effort and hopes.

After two matches, Li Cunxin lost interest in having any high expectations for Zhao Rui anymore.

If you lack talent and don't work much harder than others, how can you win?
(End of this chapter)