Chinese martial arts: From human punching bags to martial arts mastery

One week later!

Spring sunshine, birdsong and fragrant flowers!

Inside the back room of Hu Qing Yu Tang's main store, there's a warm, steaming medicine pot.

Chen Feng closed his eyes and soaked in the precious medicinal liquid, his muscles and bones slowly relaxing under its nourishment.

This pot of medicine was personally prepared by Hu Sanzhen. The cost of the medicinal materials alone would cost thousands of dollars per week. It could not only rapidly repair the hidden injuries left by his previous battles, but also make his newly acquired Dark Force cultivation more stable.

The medicinal power penetrated the skin through the pores, forcing out the impurities accumulated in the body. These impurities slid off with the sweat, leaving the body with a light and pleasant fragrance.

The internal energy and blood of his hidden strength cultivation surged through his meridians in the Great Circulation. Combined with this highly nourishing medicinal liquid, Chen Feng felt his blood vessels throbbing and his whole body filled with burgeoning power.

And quietly watching over him beside the medicine tub was Xiao Aqiao!

Today she wore a light red silk cheongsam with a subtle pattern. The fabric was as thin as a cicada's wing and had a soft, pearly sheen. It clung tightly to her exquisite figure, outlining her curves perfectly.

The neckline features an exquisite single-button closure, with only the top button loosened, revealing a section of her fair and jade-like neck with graceful lines. Below that are delicate and slender collarbones, subtly recessed, captivating the eye.

Her waist was extremely slender, barely a handful, yet it suddenly became fuller below the waist, outlining a rounded and pert curve. The slit of her cheongsam extended all the way to her knees, revealing her slender, long legs as she walked, her skin as delicate as the finest mutton fat jade.

She was a first-rate beauty, with eyebrows like smoke, eyes like autumn water, and slightly upturned corners, exuding a natural charm. Her lips were full and red, and she was already dazzlingly beautiful without any makeup.

At this moment, steam rose from the medicine barrel, and white mist swirled around her, enveloping her in a hazy, warm light.

The scalding steam seeped layer by layer into her silk cheongsam, the thin fabric quickly becoming soaked with sweat and clinging tightly to her skin, revealing her delicate and radiant complexion, making her curves even more defined and alluring.

Her wisps of hair were damp with moisture, clinging softly to her smooth, full forehead. Tiny water droplets clung to her long eyelashes, trembling slightly before rolling down to the corners of her eyes, creating a wet, alluring effect.

Shoulders, chest, and waist were all half-transparent from the moisture, the fabric clung to the skin, and every curve of her body was both gentle and deadly.

Amidst the swirling warm mist.

Xiao Aqiao's breathing was light and shallow, her chest rising and falling slightly. Her figure under the cheongsam was supple and boneless, yet it possessed a captivating charm, a beauty that was hazy, breathtaking, and made one's heart burn.

Chen Feng glanced up casually, and his gaze was immediately locked on.

That red figure, half-damp and half-transparent in the steam, those faintly visible curves, that pitiful yet naturally alluring appearance, instantly caused his blood to surge and his body to heat up to the top of his head.

"Um--!"

He felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and an unprecedented surge of emotion crashed against his chest.

I've lived two lives!

He had been with countless beauties, but never before had his heart raced so wildly.

Xiao Aqiao's beauty wasn't a striking, dazzling beauty, but a gentle beauty that penetrated to the bone. She was like twenty silver dollars in a shantytown, the only light in a chaotic world that could make him lower his guard and feel affection.

Looking at her cheeks flushed from the heat, and at her carefully standing by his side, Chen Feng felt an indescribable tenderness and heartache. For a moment, he even wanted to reach out and wipe the water droplets from her eyelashes, and to hold this woman, whose eyes were full of him, tightly in his arms.

Reason held back the impulse.

He was now in the eye of the storm in Shanghai, with Du Yuesheng watching him like a hawk and Japanese ninjas lurking in the shadows. One wrong step and he would be doomed. He could not afford to lose his composure at this time!

"Splash—!"

Chen Feng dared not look any longer. He abruptly got up, dried himself off, changed into a neat blue shirt and short jacket, and headed straight for the backyard, hoping to use boxing to suppress the surging heat in his heart and the lingering excitement.

The slight noise woke up Xiao Aqiao.

She slightly opened her eyes, watching Chen Feng's departing figure, her pretty face instantly flushed with a rosy blush that burned from her cheeks all the way to her ears.

Her lips, moistened to a rosy red by the moisture, were gently bitten, her fingertips curling slightly as she gripped the hem of her clothes.

The voice was as soft as a breeze, a shy yet tender murmur, drifting gently in the warm mist:

"Wait for me... wait until after Qingming Festival..."

In the backyard, Chen Feng calmed his mind and began with Tongbei Fist.

"Hey--!"

In his first round of boxing, he performed extremely slowly. Every move and stance involved sinking his shoulders and dropping his elbows, loosening his hips and rounding his crotch, and extending his arms like long whips. His movements were as slow as unraveling silk, and his boxing intent was connected to the earth. Every step he took made the ground tremble slightly, gradually embedding the root power of Tongbei boxing into his marrow.

"ha--!"

In his second round of punches, he suddenly accelerated, his body as fast as the wind, his fist shadows whistling like the wind, his palm winds piercing the air, combining fierceness and agility, reaching the extreme speed yet remaining completely orderly, the power of his punches penetrating through his limbs and bones, mobilizing his blood and qi to their fullest extent, each punch having the power to shatter the air.

After two rounds of punches.

Chen Feng felt that his fist and intention were in harmony, and his intention and qi were in harmony, and his understanding of Tongbei Quan had deepened!

"call--!"

Chen Feng exhaled a long breath and slowly withdrew his fist, standing still.

An unprecedentedly pleasant, tingling sensation spread through his muscles and bones, the power of the Dark Force realm took root completely, and his whole body was filled with a sense of accomplishment and control.

He was certain that if he encountered an opponent like the Smiling Tiger again, he wouldn't need to fight him; he could completely destroy him with three punches and make that guy reincarnate as a good person!

Then a thought occurred to him.

My consciousness instantly entered the panel on my retina, where several lines of pale gold text appeared clearly.

Heaven rewards diligence; success is inevitable.

[Dacheng Tongbei Fist (1300/5000)]

The fist technique and stance training have been perfectly integrated. The fist is the stance, and the stance is the fist. The body moves and the stance training is formed naturally. There is no need to deliberately practice stance training!

[Mastery of Hard Qigong (1850/5000)]

With mastery of hard qigong, his skin, flesh, tendons, and bones are as hard as refined iron, and ordinary swords, spears, slashes, and stabs cannot harm him in the slightest!

[Sharpshooter Xiao Cheng (10/1000)]

With his Ming Jin cultivation integrated with his marksmanship, his arm became like a gunstock, allowing him to hit every shot with a pistol within a range of 150 meters!

Chen Feng felt an overwhelming sense of anticipation. He secretly thought that if he could take another step forward and integrate his internal energy cultivation into his spear technique—reaching the pinnacle of marksmanship—the power would be unimaginably fierce!

My thoughts slowly returned to their source.

Chen Feng frowned slightly as he began to sort out his current thoughts.

Du Yuesheng's intention to kill him was obvious to everyone!

His subordinate gang of eight powerful figures is formidable, and the four of them are even stronger in terms of internal strength. He must seize the time to improve his cultivation in order to gain a foothold in Shanghai!

Besides.

The octopus's whereabouts must be found as soon as possible. The current clues will start with the black swan. It's time to settle all old scores and new grievances!

Just as Chen Feng was deep in thought.

"Tap tap tap—!"

Steady, powerful footsteps echoed outside the courtyard; Ah Si and Pig had come to pay their respects.

"Welcome! Welcome!"

Chen Feng welcomed the two into the house and had them sit down to brew tea.

"Heroes have always emerged from among the young!"

As soon as Ah Si and Piglet sat down, they offered their congratulations, saying that Chen Feng had become famous throughout Shanghai after his battle, and that no one in the martial arts world did not know his name.

Chen Feng simply smiled faintly and didn't say much. Instead, he asked about the recent situation of Dali and his daughter. He nodded in satisfaction after learning that the two were living a peaceful and comfortable life at the dock.

Chen Feng then instructed the two men to select a group of clean, capable, and reliable sailors after they returned. Once he took control of the middle section of the Suzhou Creek, he would replace all the existing workers in that section.

Only by relying on your own brothers can you truly feel at ease!

Ah Si and Piglet's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and they quickly said, "Although the Suzhou Creek section is under the jurisdiction of the Municipal Council, the waterway is teeming with Japanese spies and Green Gang informants. Replacing it with our own people would be ideal!"

The thought of his men having a stable livelihood and him gaining another piece of territory excited the two men so much that they kept rubbing their teacups.

Ah Si then gave a detailed account of the recent situation in the Songjiang waterway, saying that the number of boats traveling on the official canal from Suzhou Creek to Sijingtang had increased dramatically, many of which were from temples...

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng's gaze darkened slightly. He instructed the two to keep a close watch on the situation and not to alert the enemy. He also asked them to keep an eye on the octopus's movements.

the end.

He specifically warned that after the start of spring, foreigners often use sightseeing as an excuse to actually survey China's mountains and rivers, and such behavior is malicious.

"If you encounter them, don't hesitate, tie them up if necessary!"

The three then chatted for a while longer.

Not long after Ah Si and the pig left.

"Tap tap tap—!"

A crisp, pleasant sound of heels came from outside.

Tang Tang, the eldest daughter of the Tang family, arrived gracefully—she wore a pale yellow dress with delicate lace embroidery on the hem, her curly hair styled in a playful and cute way, exuding a charming and lively aura.

Upon seeing Chen Feng, Tang Tang beamed with pride, saying that her father no longer objected to her going out, nor did he stop her from visiting Chen Feng. He even invited Chen Feng to visit the Tang residence when he had time.

She winked playfully and told Chen Feng that her father's only hobby was collecting stones, especially meteorites. He said that when visiting, he didn't need to bring any other gifts, just a few meteorites would suffice.

Accompanying her was her childhood friend, Yu Le, who now works at the Shen Bao newspaper!

Twenty-year-old Yu Le wore a plain cloth dress, had her hair neatly combed to her ears, and had bright eyes and a scholarly air, yet she was also quite dashing. She was clearly a straightforward person.

Yu Le took the initiative to speak, saying that she was extremely fascinated by martial arts masters like Chen Feng, but it was a pity that he was a woman, otherwise she would definitely want to become his apprentice and learn some kung fu.

Tang Tang chimed in, vividly recounting Chen Feng's extraordinary martial arts skills, marksmanship, and even his feat of racing cars at the Shiliupu Wharf. Yu Le listened with astonishment and wide-eyed amazement.

After exchanging a few words with the two, Chen Feng could tell that Yu Le was straightforward and had the integrity and ethics of a journalist, which secretly pleased him.

In these dark and turbulent times, it is crucial to have a media voice that upholds justice!

So he took the initiative to leave Yu Le's contact information in case he needed it in the future.

Before we knew it, it was noon.

Inside the Hu Qing Yu Tang flagship store, a lively and bustling atmosphere prevailed, with all eight round tables fully occupied.

Chen Feng, Xiao A Qiao, Lin Sao, Hu Tao, Hu Mingxuan, Hu Sanzhen, Tang Tang, and Yu Le sat around the Eight Immortals Table. Wang Xiao Er was unceremoniously chased away to another table by Hu Mingxuan.

The table was filled with the aroma of delicious food, and everyone sat together, chatting and laughing, creating a harmonious and joyful scene.