Starting from becoming a god, I travel through the heavens.

When Zhao Sheng opened his eyes again, he saw a white ceiling. He turned his head and looked around. It was a slightly spacious room. He felt something wrapped around his chest. He looked and saw that it was gauze wrapped around his chest several times.

He was about to get up when he suddenly felt a little dizzy. It seemed that he had not yet recovered from excessive blood loss, and his face was still somewhat pale.

Squeak!

The door opened, and a woman carrying a bowl walked into the room. Zhao Sheng turned his head and saw that it was the ponytail girl who had called the doctor for him before he fainted.

"You're awake?" The girl had delicate features and looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. Her bright eyes showed a hint of surprise. She pulled out a chair and sat down beside Zhao Sheng's bed, handing him the bowl in her hand. "Drink this medicine soup quickly."

Zhao Sheng took the bowl, ignoring the scalding heat and bitterness of the medicine, and gulped it down. He then handed the bowl back to the girl and asked, "Where is this ship located?"

"You don't know?" The girl put down the bowl, her eyes suspicious. She thought he was just missing the boat and that's why he took the risk to grab the ladder and get on. She didn't expect that he dared to get on the boat without even knowing where it was going.

Zhao Sheng shook his head. He could tell that the girl's Mandarin had a slight Minnan accent, but Minnan people are distributed all over the world, and he really didn't know where the ship was located.

"This ship is heading to the Philippines. You don't even know where the ship is going, yet you dared to risk coming aboard. You're really brave." The girl smiled when she saw that the person in front of her really didn't know the ship's location.

"By the way, my name is Lin Feixue. What's your name? I see you have two bullets in your back, and your hands are rough with calluses on your knuckles. Are you a boxer?!" Lin Feixue asked.

"Zhao Sheng, I am indeed a boxer." Zhao Sheng nodded. Lin Feixue didn't ask why he was shot, and he didn't want to recount his experience of escaping to the ship.

"I've also practiced some martial arts, but unfortunately I don't have the perseverance! You should rest well; I've already paid for your boat fare." Lin Feixue looked at the shallow calluses on her hands, stood up, picked up her bowl, and left.

Zhao Sheng lay back down on the bed and, after thinking about his plans, decided that, apart from China, the martial arts masters in Southeast Asia were all people who had fled from China and settled down in the Southeast Asian countries.

The Philippines is not far from China, and there are many martial arts schools there. You can go to the Philippines to learn the local martial arts first, and then return to China to visit those famous martial arts masters.

Although the martial arts instructors of the Southeast Asian countries are experienced in fighting, they are slightly inferior to the Chinese martial arts instructors who have been practicing since the founding of the nation. Martial arts are a means of killing.

Those boxers who have lived since the founding of the nation have a more thorough understanding of boxing techniques. Zhao Sheng needs the boxing spirit and intent of these boxers to help him comprehend boxing and create his own martial arts.

With these thoughts in mind, Zhao Sheng planned his next steps, then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Excessive blood loss had caused his energy and spirit to dissipate significantly, and he needed rest to recover.

Therefore, he cannot cultivate for the next few days, as it would easily damage his body. This is because his body is too weak to absorb nourishment, and martial arts are a potent medicine. He must recuperate before he can continue cultivating.

Half a month passed in a flash.

Zhao Sheng stood on the deck, facing the sun, breathing deeply. After half a month of recuperation, his body was almost fully recovered, the aftereffects of excessive bleeding had disappeared, and his complexion was much rosier.

During this time, Lin Feixue brought him medicinal soups, all of which were tonics to replenish qi and blood, and were prescriptions from a certain martial art.

Zhao Sheng also learned about the situation in the Philippines from Lin Feixue. There are dozens of martial arts schools of all sizes in the Philippines, more than in Haman Street, Thailand.

Moreover, there are several famous boxing masters who practice major styles of boxing, such as Wu-style Bajiquan, Gu-style Xingyiquan, Li-style Baguazhang, and many other major styles of boxing.

Lin Feixue's father was also a boxer, the owner of a small martial arts school who opened a school and took on students. He practiced the family's martial arts, Lin's Iron Shirt and Taizu Long Fist, with Ming Jin strength.

This is also why Lin Feixue didn't want to practice martial arts. She didn't want her skin to become as rough as sandpaper, and she didn't like fighting with others. She preferred to learn medicine to treat patients.

These were her heartfelt words a few days ago. Zhao Sheng listened to them, after all, she was his savior, so there was nothing wrong with hearing her heartfelt words.

Of course, after Zhao Sheng learned that Lin Feixue did not like practicing martial arts, he taught her a Taoist breathing method that could cultivate the mind and body, prolong life, and also taught her some traditional Chinese medicine knowledge.

Although it's not enough to repay the debt of gratitude for saving my life.

"We're almost there." Lin Feixue walked over quickly and stood beside him, gazing into the distance at the shimmering sea and the gradually emerging coastline.

Zhao Sheng looked at her. Her face was flushed and her eyes were sparkling like stars in the sky. These were the effects of practicing the Taoist breathing method.

The Taoist breathing method he taught can not only prolong life, but also has some detoxifying, cleansing, and skin-whitening effects, making it a breathing method that aligns with women's aesthetic preferences.

Some Taoist priests or novice Taoists practice breathing techniques to detoxify themselves, resulting in a fair complexion, red lips, and white teeth.

Lin Feixue had been cultivating for several days, so it wasn't surprising that she had such effects in the early stages.

"I know." Zhao Sheng nodded. He looked into the distance, where the outline of the coastline gradually appeared. Even with his good eyesight, he couldn't see the outline of the city.

"Where do you plan to go after you arrive in the Philippines?" Lin Feixue suddenly asked.

"I'll go check out some martial arts schools first. I need to learn some boxing techniques to validate my path," Zhao Sheng replied. Half a month would be enough time for both sides to get to know each other superficially.

His path was martial arts, and she knew that too. "If you don't have a place to stay in the Philippines, you can come with me to my father's martial arts school."

"It just so happens that there are a bunch of martial arts schools in his area, so it will be convenient for you to learn martial arts if you live there. And if possible, I will also ask my father to teach you the martial arts passed down in my family."

Zhao Sheng looked at the girl next to him in surprise. He could understand inviting her to the martial arts school, since it met his requirements. However, he didn't quite understand why she would teach him her family's martial arts.

Or perhaps he didn't understand Lin Feixue's intentions.

Family martial arts are the foundation of a family and cannot be learned or practiced by outsiders unless they are family members. But he is not a member of the Lin family. Do you want him to change his surname?

"If you don't want to, just pretend I didn't say anything. We're almost in the Philippines, I'm going to pack my things." Lin Feixue waited for Zhao Sheng's response for a long time, then left after saying this.

She spent half a month with him and inexplicably developed some strange feelings for him. She didn't know what these feelings were, as it was the first time she had ever experienced this feeling, so she was very flustered.

After all, emotions are a mysterious thing. Some people fall in love at first sight, some fall in love at first sight, and some people are disgusted at first sight.

This is the effect of mutual attraction between human magnetic fields. Weak magnetic fields will attach to strong magnetic fields and want to get closer to strong magnetic fields. The strength of a magnetic field is influenced by factors such as temperament, appearance, and strength.

Zhao Sheng, with his keen eyes, noticed her figure as she fled in a slightly flustered manner, her ears turning red. He thought to himself that this woman was really strange.

He shook his head without thinking much, his eyes looking down at the water. After considering his options, he finally decided to go to Lin Feixue's father's martial arts school.

He was penniless at the moment, so having a decent place to stay was relatively better. As for the deeper meaning behind Lin Feixue's invitation, he either didn't delve into it or pretended not to know.

The large ship quickly docked, and Zhao Sheng and Lin Feixue disembarked together. Then they heard a deep voice calling out, "Junior Sister, I'm here."