Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 45 Learning Skills

Chen Dajiang has recovered from his injury and no longer talks about competing with Lin Jiang.

He's dull, not stupid. How come he can't figure out what happened the other day?

However, you still need to practice the basics.

"You still need to practice the horse stance and learn the movements. There are some things you can't escape in the end. Otherwise, if you use the wrong force, you'll only hurt yourself."

Chen Dajiang spoke very seriously, and Lin Jiang listened very attentively.

Lin Jiang had no objection to this. This is how skills should be practiced; otherwise, even if one possesses great strength, it's all just fancy footwork.

However, rather than directly practicing horse stance, Lin Jiang wanted to see what skills Chen Dajiang actually possessed.

“Practicing the basics is fine, but could you please explain the skills first, Brother Chen? At least I'd like to know what I can learn in the future.”

Chen Dajiang nodded:
“Young master, I’m not very smart. My original master knew thirteen moves in total, but I only know three. I can’t remember their names either. They’re just called ‘hit, smash, run.’”

Chen Dajiang walked to the middle of the yard, set up his equipment, and began to demonstrate to Lin Jiang.

The so-called "hitting" refers to moves primarily using the fists. Chen Dajiang brought his fists to his waist and abdomen, his eyes suddenly widened, his left leg led his waist, his waist led his half-body, and then all his strength gathered in his right elbow, delivering a powerful elbow strike to the heart.

"Hey!"

"Snapped!"

Because of his tone, Chen Dajiang's shouts were hardly impactful, but the sound of his sleeves and the stomp of his foot was terrifying.

Dust flew up in the yard, a few leaves fell from the newly sprouted trees in the distance, and even some roof tiles fell and hit the ground.

The accountant poked his head out and cursed:
"Chen Dajiang! What's wrong with you in broad daylight... Oh, you're teaching the young master? Never mind then."

"My employer gave me a name, Long Meng!" Chen Dajiang emphasized loudly.

The accountant ignored him and continued calculating the accounts.

Even though the big fish problem was solved, the fish catch in the lake has been low recently, and the accountant still has a lot to do.

Chen Dajiang ignored the accounting office and turned to Lin Jiang, saying:

"This is what fighting is all about."

"Just one move?"

"Just one move," Chen Dajiang said. "This is the only move I know in boxing."

"What about the second one?"

Chen Dajiang picked up a stick and hit the target more often this time. Each hit created a gust of wind that stung the person's face.

As the saying goes, "A month for a stick, a year for a knife, a lifetime for a gun," but Chen Dajiang's stick skills are completely unlike those of someone who has only been around for a month.

It's obvious that they've put in real skill.

His staff technique mainly involves smashing, swinging it violently from top to bottom.

If this stick were to hit the thief directly on the head, it would probably smash him like a watermelon.

A small head popped out from Lin Jiang's sleeve, and the little ginseng stared at it, completely mesmerized.

I've read about kung fu in comic books for countless years, and now I'm finally seeing real kung fu.

Her two small eyes remained fixed, not moving an inch.

After a short while, Chen Dajiang finished demonstrating his skills. He then pushed the stick aside and said:
"This move is all about smashing. I've practiced it the most. My master told me that this move is the most ferocious. Besides sticks, other weapons can also be used."

"If you wield a knife, you can split mountains; if you wield a gun, you can unleash a dragon from its lair; even a monk's staff can open the head of a thief who blocks your way."

Lin Jiang discovered that Chen Dajiang had learned all the killing moves; whether it was an elbow strike or a head smash, a single hit would be fatal.

"What's the last resort, running away?"

"My master told me that if I encounter an enemy I can't defeat, I should run away as fast as I can."

"Is this a move?"

"This is a trick," Chen Dajiang said. "It's saved me several times, and there's a trick to it. You run fast by standing on your tiptoes and screaming. You run so fast that most people can't catch up. You run with your heels on the ground first, which means you run longer and have better endurance."

"If there are many people, run towards the crowd; that's called hiding. If you're on a mountain, run towards the flat ground; that's called avoiding. If there's nothing there, try to run in a straight line; that's called leaving. In short, there are many tricks to it."

That is indeed a trick, and a very useful one at that.

"Young master, which of my three moves would you like to learn first?"

All three moves are good moves. Lin Jiang originally wanted to learn how to run, but seeing the small ginseng cuffed to his sleeve, he ultimately chose to smash it.

The two began practicing, but Chen Dajiang didn't notice that Lin Jiang had already released the small ginseng in an inconspicuous little place. The small ginseng was also practicing next to it, stepping into the door of martial arts.

"...Lin Jiang! Lin Jiang!"

When they returned in the evening, the little ginseng jumped right onto Lin Jiang's shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Lin Jiang had also practiced all day. The basic smashing wasn't difficult and he could learn it in a short time. However, Lin Jiang's movements were really not standardized. Many times, he relied purely on brute force to hit down. Although the effect was good, the form was wrong, so the power he generated was not right.

There was no other way; after practicing for a while, Lin Jiang finally did as Chen Dajiang had suggested and obediently went to practice horse stance.

Throughout this process, Lin Jiang did not look at the small ginseng until after today's class ended, when he brought it back.

I wonder how Xiaoshan's ginseng is doing.

"Lin Jiang, I practiced that skill today, and I've basically mastered it."

"The young hero is amazing!"

"Hehe." Little Ginseng scratched his head sheepishly, then suddenly realized what he meant and said repeatedly:
"No, no, that's not what I wanted to talk about. I meant that I can't seem to get a suitable weapon."

Xiaoshan ginseng gestured a couple of times: "The skill I'm learning today requires a weapon, but I'm too small to pick anything up."

Lin Jiang thought about the stick in Chen Dajiang's hand, and then looked at the small ginseng in his sleeve.

Do you have any kind of stick suitable for small ginseng roots?

At her height, a toothpick is too short, and a comb is too long.

What are your thoughts?

My thoughts?

I think you should hold a toothpick and throw it like a javelin.

Of course, this couldn't be said to Little Ginseng. Little Ginseng wanted to be a great hero; she wanted to confront others face-to-face.

After thinking for a long time, Lin Jiang finally came up with the image of a hammer.

Bladed weapons are out of the question. Besides strength, such weapons also require a certain arc of swing. Unless Xiaoshan Shen is given a long sword that is the same length as her body, she will definitely not be able to use it smoothly.

But some heavy weapons are a different story.

If it were a heavy hammer with a sharp blade on one side, and Xiao Shanshen swung it with all his might and smashed it on a person's head, any living person would die from that blow.

"I've figured out what weapon you should use."

"Really? What is it?"

Lin Jiang glanced out the window.

Night had fallen, and the riverside was bustling again.

And it's going to be even more lively than it was a while ago.

In a few days, it will be the Flower Spring Banquet, a day to celebrate the beginning of spring in Chongqing. At that time, everyone on the street will wear a flower and recite a few elegant words.

It is precisely for this reason that the wealthy families of Cangsong are all preparing for banquets, and both tourists and local residents are eagerly anticipating them.

A suitable hammer for small ginseng roots is hard to find.

Go ask Qian Gong if he can make one.

"I'll take you out for a walk, to find a weapon."

……

Officer Guo was a little annoyed.

He arrived at Cangsong two days earlier.

This time, I brought two treasures from the Zhenping Division. The first is a bell that will ring whenever a powerful demon is nearby. The second is a harpoon, which is used to kill water ghosts. As long as there is any unusual movement in the water, you can stab it down and hit it with one shot.

But after he arrived here and reached the lakeside, the bell didn't ring at all, and he couldn't find the wandering swordsman causing the trouble. He's still completely baffled.

When they asked the people along the river, apart from catching a big fish a while ago, they said there was nothing else.

Since this big fish will be caught by someone, it's possible that the big fish is a monster, but it's unlikely that the big fish is a monster.

This left Officer Guo completely disoriented.

Have the troublemakers already fled?
Am I supposed to go back empty-handed?

Feeling utterly frustrated, Constable Guo wandered aimlessly through the streets. The lively atmosphere of Cangsong dispelled some of his confusion, and the street food filled the void in his heart. Constable Guo ate his way through the streets and was no longer really interested in going back to Hanbai.

Just as he was wondering whether he should stay in Cangsong for a few more days, the bell hanging from his waist suddenly rang!
Sensing something, Officer Guo looked up.

In the crowd, a handsome young man was strolling around, holding a candied hawthorn stick in his hand.

(End of this chapter)