Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

"Come on, let's continue."

Ding Shian's voice was flat and emotionless, like that of a robot without feelings.

Xia He gritted her teeth, her forehead completely soaked with sweat. She felt her lungs gurgling like bellows, and her legs felt as heavy as lead.

But she dared not stop.

Because once it stops, that seemingly ordinary fist will stop with extreme precision one centimeter in front of her nose, and the force it generates will be enough to ruffle her eyelashes.

"Too slow."

"The intention is too obvious."

"Unbalanced center of gravity."

"Don't let your eyes wander."

As Ding Shian analyzed Xia He's moves, he pointed out her problems in the most concise language.

He didn't use any sophisticated methods, and he even used very little Qi. He was like a strict master, holding a ruler, correcting Xia He's bad habits little by little.

"Observe!"

Ding Shian gave a low shout, and his previously slow movements suddenly accelerated.

A straight punch aimed directly at Xia He's face.

This punch was nothing fancy, just a simple straight punch. But in Xia He's eyes, this punch seemed to fill the entire world, impossible to dodge or block.

She instinctively wanted to back away and try to block with her hands.

"Don't retreat!"

Yan Sen's voice came from the side, carrying a hint of disappointment: "Brother Ding is feeding you tips! He's telling you where he's going to hit! Look at his shoulders! Look at his hips!"

Xia He's heart skipped a beat.

Shoulders? Hips?

In that split second, she forced herself to overcome her fear and stared intently at Ding Shian's body.

She saw it.

Before the fist came crashing down, Ding Shian's left shoulder subtly tucked back, and his right hip thrust forward slightly.

This is... what they call a signal?

A sudden idea flashed through Xia He's mind. Her body moved faster than her brain, and she abruptly stopped her step that was about to retreat. Instead, she took a step to the left and leaned to the side.

"call--"

The force of the punch whistled past her ear.

He dodged it?!

Xia He was overjoyed.

However, the next second, a large hand gently rested on her shoulder.

"The reaction was good, but the lower body fell apart."

Ding Shian's voice rang in her ears. Immediately afterward, a gentle yet irresistible force came over her, and Xia He felt the world spinning around her as she was thrown away.

"Thump!"

Xia He fell hard onto the lawn, landing face-first in the dirt.

"Ouch..."

Xia He rubbed her bottom and grimaced as she got up. Although the fall didn't hurt—Ding Shian had used a clever trick—the feeling of being completely crushed was truly frustrating.

"good."

Ding Shian didn't laugh at her; instead, he nodded: "You 'saw' that just now. Although your body couldn't keep up, your consciousness did. That's progress."

"But... this is too difficult!" Xia He looked at Yan Sen with a pained expression, trying to get away with it by being cute, but Yan Sen ignored her.

He never softens his stance on such matters.

"This is the meaning of 'observation'."

Ding Shian walked to the stone table, picked up the tea that Yan Sen had poured for him, and drank it all in one gulp.

"There are no absolutely unsolvable moves in this world, only people who can't react in time."

"Ordinary people look at the moves, experts look at the intentions."

"When you can predict someone's next move by observing their every action, even the frequency of their breath, you will be invincible."

Ding Shian put down his teacup and looked at Xia He: "Your talent is exceptional; your perception far surpasses that of ordinary people. This is probably because your nerves are always on edge. This is a burden in normal times, but in battle, it is precisely a talent."

"Use this tension to observe your opponent."

Perception?

Yes, she has been extremely sensitive to changes in other people's emotions since she was a child. She can immediately sense even the slightest difference in how others look at her.

Could this sensitivity be applied to combat?

If you treat your opponent as a man plotting against you, observe his every subtle movement and anticipate his every intention...

Xia He's eyes suddenly lit up.

She's an expert at this kind of thing!

"Brother Ding, I have an idea, let's give it another try!"

Xia He stood up, clapped her hands, and struck a brand new pose.

This time, her eyes changed.

It was no longer the confusion and fear of before, but rather a hint of... scrutiny.

That look in her eyes was like looking at a man with filthy thoughts who was approaching her.

She was observing.

Observe his eyes, observe his muscles, observe his...desire.

Although Ding Shian didn't have that kind of desire, who says that "aggressive desire" isn't a kind of desire?

"That's interesting."

Ding Shian keenly sensed the change in Xia He's aura.

A slight smile played on his lips as he swayed and attacked again.

This time, he didn't hold back and was ten percent faster than before.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sounds of fists and feet clashing echoed in the courtyard once again.

Although Xia He was still at a disadvantage and was still being beaten badly.

But everyone present noticed that the frequency of her being beaten... had decreased.

She began to try to respond and resolve the challenges instead of simply dodging them.

"Wow, that's pretty good..."

Xu Si had also wandered over at some point, a cigarette between his fingers, watching the fight in the arena with amazement.

"How long has it been? She's already exchanged a few blows with Old Ding? This girl's comprehension is quite impressive."

"That's right."

Yan Sen raised an eyebrow smugly: "Don't you even know who chose you?"

"However..." Xu Si glanced at Yan Sen, "Wood, don't you think Xia's gaze right now... is a little creepy?"

Yan Sen stared intently, and his lips twitched twice.

Xia He, standing in the room, had her eyes slightly narrowed, her gaze revealing an emotion that... of a medical student dissecting a cadaver.

Pure, devoid of any lust, and solely for the purpose of understanding human physiology—the ultimate observation.

"Ahem..." Yan Sen coughed twice. "This is called focus, understand? Focus!"

Time flies, and another three days have passed.

During these three days, apart from eating and sleeping, Xia He basically spent the rest of her time being beaten.

Ding Shian is an extremely responsible teacher, almost to the point of being abnormal.

He transformed himself into a tireless human metronome, constantly adjusting the frequency and intensity of his attacks, always keeping Xia He in a state of "just a little more effort and she can keep up, but if she relaxes, she'll get beaten up."

This kind of high-pressure training is extremely taxing on both physical and mental strength.

Xia He was so exhausted that she collapsed on the ground several times, not even wanting to move a finger.

But every time she sees Yan Sen's smug smile and hears his words, "If it doesn't work out, then forget it. Being a pretty face is fine anyway," she grits her teeth and stands up again.

I don't want to be just a pretty face.

I don't want to be a burden.

I really don't want to be looked down upon by this guy!

The fourth day at dusk.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the courtyard a golden-red hue.

Xia He was panting heavily, her clothes soaked with sweat, and her hair plastered messily to her face. Her body was covered in bruises; although Ding Shian had held back, the falls and bruises she had endured over the past few days were no joke.

"Is this your limit right now?"

Ding Shian stood opposite her, still looking calm and composed.

"If that's all there is to it, then you're still far from perfect."

Ding Shian shook his head, seemingly somewhat disappointed: "Your 'observation' is still superficial. You saw my actions, but you didn't see my 'momentum'."

"Power?" Xia He bit her lip, staring intently at Ding Shian.

"Yes, momentum."

Ding Shian raised his hand, but did not make a fist; he simply spread his five fingers open.

"The momentum arrives before the form moves."

"What you need to see is not just the muscle contractions, but also the will to defeat you!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ding Shian moved.

This time, he didn't use his fists or his legs.

He simply took a step forward.

step!

"boom--"

In Xia He's perception, taking this step was like a mountain collapsing and pressing down on her.

The overwhelming sense of oppression almost suffocated her.

escape!

We must escape!

The body's instincts screamed wildly.

But in that instant, Xia He suddenly recalled what Yan Sen had said to her before.

"Cultivation is like a fish swimming in a boiling cauldron..."

"Endure what ordinary people cannot endure..."

In that instant, amidst Ding Shian's overwhelming aura, she suddenly caught a glimpse of... an opening.

That was an extremely small, fleeting moment.

That was the moment when the old forces had been exhausted and the new forces had not yet been generated!

He's taking a breath!

Even a master like Ding Shian needs a breath to sustain himself when exerting force.

That instant of change in tone was his only weakness!

"I saw it!!!"

Xia He's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

She did not run away.

They didn't hide.

Under Yan Sen's approving gaze and Xu Si's shocked look, she actually faced that "mountain" head-on and advanced instead of retreating!

The Qi within her body was circulating wildly at this moment, but it did not scatter and overflow as before. Instead, it was forcibly compressed and condensed in her right palm.

Pink Qi flowed around her fingertips as if it were a tangible substance.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Xia He's right palm, like a pink venomous snake, pierced through Ding Shian's defensive circle at an extremely tricky angle and accurately struck his... Tanzhong acupoint on his chest!

Although the force of this palm strike was negligible to Ding Shian, who had a protective escape light, it was still a very small amount of power.

But...she hit it!

Ding Shian's figure suddenly stopped.

He looked down at the small hand pressed against his chest, then at Xia He, whose face was full of disbelief.

The air seemed to freeze for a second.

then.

Ding Shian smiled.

"good!"

Ding Shian shouted, his voice filled with excitement. This feeling could only be understood by those who had taught students. It was such a fulfilling thing to guide a student who knew nothing into the field.

"Observe its form, then break its momentum!"

"Xia He, you've mastered the basics!"

Xia He blankly withdrew her hand, looking at her palm.

That feeling just now... was so amazing.

It's like finding the exact end of a tangled mess, then gently pulling it, and the whole world becomes clear.

"I...I hit you?" Xia He murmured to herself.

"You hit her." Yan Sen walked over, handed her a bottle of water, his smile brighter than anyone else's. "While it wasn't very damaging, it was extremely humiliating. Xiangxiang, you're awesome!"

"That last move of yours was quite interesting."

Feng Baobao nodded in agreement.

Xia He clenched her fists, feeling the power within her that she had never experienced before, a power that she could completely control.

An unprecedented sense of accomplishment instantly filled her chest.

She turned her head sharply and looked at Yan Sen.

"Yan Sen!"

"What? Want to hug and celebrate? I'm reluctant, but it's not impossible..."

"I want to eat meat! I want a big pork knuckle! I'm so hungry! My whole body aches!"

Yan Sen: "..."

"Okay, okay, big pork knuckle, big pork knuckle."

Yan Sen shook his head helplessly.

"It's too late to cook now. I'll order delivery. Would you like anything else?"

Under the setting sun, the shadows of the four people were stretched very long.

Ding Shian walked at the back, watching the two people in front of him bickering, and touched the spot on his chest where he had been hit.

It doesn't hurt.

But with his sister-in-law's fierce nature... I hope she won't resort to domestic violence against Yan Sen in the future.

Younger brother, all I can do is wish you good luck.