From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

After encouraging Zhu Yuan, Zhou Ping stood upright with his hands behind his back, cleared his throat, and patiently explained some in-depth knowledge about basic stance training to them.

"There is no bottleneck in basic stance training for either you, Zhao Tiezhu, or you, Zhu Yuan." His gaze swept across their faces. "Because your natural talents are good enough, as long as you are willing to work hard, you can keep improving."

"When you can stand continuously for an hour according to the standard, it means that you have achieved a minor success in the basic stance training. At this time, you can continue to practice with a special breathing method." Zhou Ping said, while making a slow, rising and falling motion on his chest with his hand to indicate the rhythm of breathing.

"When you have mastered the basic stance training and can stand still for two hours, you will clearly feel an increase in your strength. Of course, this is still too far away for you now."

At this point, Zhou Ping paused slightly, glancing at Zhu Yuan, who was listening intently, and then at Zhao Tiezhu, who was standing next to him with a hint of excitement on his face.

What he said next was even more important.

"And to become a martial artist, to break through to the Ming Jin stage," Zhou Ping emphasized, speaking each word clearly, "one of the necessary conditions is to perfect the basic stance training, and the sign of perfecting the basic stance training is that you can stand continuously for four hours!"

"Four hours!" Zhao Tiezhu's eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape, and he subconsciously touched his stomach. "What if I get hungry standing here?"

Zhou Ping did not directly answer Zhao Tiezhu's somewhat naive question. He merely glanced at Zhao Tiezhu before turning his gaze back to Zhu Yuan, and his tone shifted to a more gentle arrangement.

"Zhu Yuan, you have to go earn money this afternoon, so you'll have limited time. Just focus on practicing your basic stance training for now," he said to Zhu Yuan, pointing to the ground. "When you've mastered the basic stance training, come and let me know."

"As for you, Zhao Tiezhu," he turned to Zhao Tiezhu again, "I'll teach you something else this afternoon if I have time."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuan immediately nodded.

Zhou Ping arranged the teaching according to the actual situation of the two. Compared with Zhao Tiezhu, who could stay in the martial arts school in the afternoon, Zhu Yuan could only study systematically in the morning.

"From now on, practice hard. If you don't understand anything, feel free to ask me anytime," Zhou Ping said as a final instruction.

After saying that, he turned around and walked away with steady steps, heading towards a dozen or so other disciples who were practicing nearby.

After correcting some of their movements, he walked to a relatively quiet open space at the edge of the training ground and began to practice on his own.

Aside from his daily teaching duties, Zhou Ping spends most of his remaining time diligently practicing.

Calculating the time, he has been an outer disciple of Dongyun Martial Arts School for ten years. He works very hard every day, hoping to advance further and become an inner disciple of Dongyun Martial Arts School, at which time he can receive personal guidance from the old master.

Inner disciples, also known as inner disciples, are a core and important part of the Dongyun Martial Arts School.

Zhu Yuan's gaze involuntarily followed Zhou Ping's retreating figure.

He saw Zhou Ping assume a somewhat strange fixed posture, then his chest began to rise and fall rhythmically, and his breathing became long and deep.

This should be the stance training for martial artists in the Ming Jin stage.

"Zhu Yuan, that..." came Zhao Tiezhu's hesitant voice from the side.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuan knew that Zhao Tiezhu was probably still troubled by the question that Zhou Ping hadn't answered earlier.

He turned his head and looked at Zhao Tiezhu's confused yet somewhat serious expression, and couldn't help but find it a little funny.

"Tiezhu, when that time really comes, you shouldn't feel hungry."

"Oh, oh." Zhao Tiezhu nodded as if he understood, but his face was still a little blank. He seemed to understand, but not quite.

Without giving Zhao Tiezhu a chance to ponder or ask questions, Zhu Yuan reached out and patted his arm, then said, "Alright, Tiezhu, you've rested enough, right? It's time to start your second standing meditation."

"Okay!" Zhao Tiezhu was immediately invigorated by Zhu Yuan's reminder and stopped dwelling on the previous question.

His second standing meditation session began.

Zhu Yuan had only been resting for a short time and needed to continue resting.

During his break, Zhu Yuan discovered a pleasant surprise.

It must be due to the nature of his profession as a porter that he recovered so quickly.

Feeling that it was about right, he began his second standing meditation session.

Until noon.

It's almost lunchtime.

So far, Zhu Yuan has stood on the stake four times, each time for a longer period of time.

On his last attempt, he was able to hold the stance for 45 minutes, just 15 minutes away from mastering the basic stance training. Zhao Tiezhu, on the other hand, stood for five times, with the longest session lasting just over 15 minutes, and his rest periods were much longer than Zhu Yuan's.

According to Zhou Ping, Zhao Tiezhu's progress was consistent with his average physical attributes.

As for Zhu Yuan's situation, there must be other reasons related to his talent, but Zhou Ping didn't know the specifics.

He only told Zhu Yuan that this was a good thing.

Now is not the time to think about this problem; we should be replenishing our energy.

"Let's go eat!"

"Okay, Senior Brother Zhou."

As Zhu Yuan answered this question, his stomach rumbled, while Zhao Tiezhu's stomach protested even louder.

The dining area at Dongyun Martial Arts School is in the backyard.

Different disciples eat in different places.

Disciples like them, who were only nominally accepted as disciples, ate under a shed built in the backyard.

If the disciples are from wealthy families, they won't care about this meal, or they simply don't want the martial arts school to eat this meal.

Therefore, the registered disciples who could afford to eat at the martial arts school were not wealthy people.

After parting ways with Zhou Ping, Zhu Yuan and Zhao Tiezhu started queuing up for food.

There are nearly a hundred registered disciples of the Dongyun Martial Arts School who have appeared here.

According to Zhou Ping, most of these bones were miscellaneous.

Most miscellaneous bones will leave after a month, while a few will stay longer, usually for six months to three years.

How long they can persist largely depends on their family circumstances.

At the front of the procession were four large pots, two buckets of steamed buns, seven bowls of vegetables, and a woman in her forties standing there.

Her voice was as loud as thunder.

"Line up! One at a time!"

Zhu Yuan, who had been quietly waiting in line, soon got his turn.

He glanced at the lunch menu.

The steamed buns in the bucket were a bit yellowish from being mixed with other grains, but they were still steaming hot.

Two pots contained stewed cabbage with tofu and a few slices of pig's blood, with oil splattering on the surface of the soup. The other two pots contained pickled vegetable soup, which looked dark and had a few vegetable leaves floating on top.

"New here?"

"Mm." Zhu Yuan nodded.

"My surname is Wang, you can call me Aunt Wang."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuan briefly introduced himself, "My name is Zhu Yuan."

"Zhu Yuan, how much can you eat?"