I ascended to godhood through the 100-ton King Martial Arts.

The others in the training ground were still engrossed in their training.

Li Qingshan was the first person to go to the kitchen.

It's called a kitchen, but it's more like a simple canteen.

An elderly woman stood weakly in front of several wooden tubs, with rows of bowls and chopsticks stacked on the table.

The remaining space was occupied by several rows of tables and chairs.

After Li Qingshan handed over the sign, he received a bowl of green paste, a large bowl of rice, and a small bowl of vegetables with meat.

He was starving after traveling all day.

The rice and vegetables were just okay, but as long as they were edible, I could keep getting more.

Li Qingshan did a quick calculation of the market price and found that the martial arts school was losing money on food.

As for that bowl of paste, it's a medicinal diet that can only be consumed in one bowl per day.

The paste tastes bitter and sticky, and it even stretches into strings.

Li Qingshan tried several times, but he couldn't suppress the physiological urge to vomit.

Left with no other choice.

He could only borrow a wooden spoon, pinch his nose, and then bring the paste to his throat and swallow it directly.

Even so.

The sticky, unidentified viscous medicinal diet, clinging to his throat, and the distinct sensation of it slowly sliding down his esophagus still made Li Qingshan feel extremely uncomfortable.

He drank several large bowls of water before he felt a little better.

This card reading is really frustrating.

Hopefully, all this suffering wasn't in vain.

...

They left the kitchen.

It was already getting dark outside.

Finally, people gradually emerged from the training ground and headed to the kitchen.

With nothing to do, Li Qingshan simply returned to the dormitory-style dormitory, lay down on the bed filled with the smell of hormones, and let his consciousness sink into his sea of ​​consciousness, falling into a deep sleep.

This state, similar to meditation, can relieve his mental fatigue.

The only problem is that the flow of time in the consciousness space is dozens of times faster than in the outside world.

I had only been lying there for about ten minutes.

Li Qingshan opened his eyes again and stared blankly at the roof beam.

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After a while, people gradually returned to rest.

Various smells began to intensify, assaulting Li Qingshan's nasal cavity, which he was not yet accustomed to.

Some people have noticed Li Qingshan, this newcomer.

But at most, they would glance at him a couple of times; no one would come up to greet him.

Li Qingshan had been thinking about how to deal with the kind of pretentious face-slapping plot from his previous life's novels.

But he is clearly not the protagonist of any novel.

Nobody cares about him at all.

Most of the people who stay here come from ordinary families.

They rely on the wealth their families have accumulated over a decade or even longer to gamble on a chance to change their fate.

The cost was too high.

Before they came, these people had already been screened by their families, so it was impossible for them to be physically weak or mentally challenged.

...

No sleep for one night.

Li Qingshan kept his eyes open until dawn.

I wonder if it's because of the medicinal food I had last night.

He felt much better today.

It's not the comfort of being full of energy, but the comfort of having a full body.

Medicinal cuisine can indeed cover up his daily physical exertion.

Coming to the martial arts school was the right decision.

There's nothing wrong with the cards.

Having solved a major problem, Li Qingshan was in a good mood.

When he got up, a boy who looked like a human-shaped weasel struck up a conversation with him: "You came yesterday?"

Li Qingshan is not a reserved person.

He smiled and nodded: "Yes, I only came yesterday afternoon. I got a sign, but I haven't gotten my clothes yet, and I haven't started learning the stance training."

"It's alright, Old Man Li who distributes the clothes goes for tea every day, but he won't forget," the young man said, quickly glancing at Li Qingshan before adding, "My name is Huang Shan, I'm from the county, my family runs a small business, and I've only been here for half a month."

Huang Shan followed his father around the streets and alleys from a young age, and learned a little about judging people.

It was dark yesterday, so I didn't notice.

When I first saw Li Qingshan sleeping next to me, although he was dressed plainly and was thin, his complexion was rosy and his eyes showed a kind of unintentional calmness, I felt that this person was different.

Li Qingshan noticed the scrutiny from the other person.

He didn't care about that.

He doesn't care as long as it doesn't involve real money.

The two exchanged a few words, then washed up, ate, and went to the training ground together.

...

Through Huangshan, Li Qingshan learned more about the martial arts school.

The No. 8 Martial Arts School has three instructors.

Each instructor takes turns working two days, mainly responsible for answering students' questions and teaching new students the Blood Nourishing Stance Exercise.

If students have any questions, they can ask them, and the teacher will answer them briefly.

Without asking, I just sat there drinking tea.

Whether you learn well or not is completely irrelevant.

As for the trainees.

Those who stay at the martial arts school are all from ordinary backgrounds.

Those wealthy students who enroll at the martial arts school are mostly aiming to enter the Iron Leg Sect through the school. They usually train at home and only come over at the end of the month.

The turnover rate among ordinary students is too high.

They might still be around this month, but they won't have any money left next month.

Therefore, most of the acquaintances are just nodding acquaintances. Only when they encounter a student who has the potential to become a martial artist will someone fawn over them.

Li Qingshan just listened casually to pass the time.

He didn't think he would stay here for long.

...

Today, the instructor at the martial arts school was not Li Tie's father-in-law, but a fat old man.

The other person smiled, first glancing at the students who were already diligently practicing, then pointing out a few of their movements before walking towards Li Qingshan: "New here?"

Li Qingshan nodded: "I came yesterday afternoon, got the badge, but haven't gotten the clothes yet."

The fat old man shook his head: "This old Li is becoming more and more unreliable."

The old man asked a few more questions and, knowing that he hadn't yet learned stance training, began to teach him directly.

Health-preserving standing meditation is a set of dynamic standing postures.

There are nine movements in total, and they look very simple.

Li Qingshan followed along and learned, only to find that these movements, though simple, were not easy to do.

It's like doing the splits.

You'll understand it after watching it once.

However, it's not easy for the body to follow suit.

Seeing that Li Qingshan's movements were crooked, the old man still smiled and led him through the process again and again, offering a few pointers along the way.

After Li Qingshan had memorized all the movements, he said calmly:

"My memory is alright."

The Health-Preserving Stance Exercise consists of nine movements, primarily designed to stretch the muscles and ligaments throughout your body and correct the alignment of your spine and limbs.

The process may be painful, but you have to persevere.

When you can practice stance training as smoothly as flowing water, that's when you've mastered it.

There is also a breathing technique to accompany the movements.

That would be more difficult.

Upon hearing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Li Qingshan's eyes.

He endured the tearing and stinging pain in his body, gritted his teeth, and kept trying to get his movements closer to the standard the old man had taught him.

For normal people, progress needs to be gradual.

It takes time to slowly wear it down.

Unlike him, his ligaments and other ligaments heal automatically if they tear slightly.

As long as you can endure the pain of tearing ligaments all over your body little by little, you can train more and more easily.

Along with the changes in his muscles and ligaments, his entire skeletal system underwent slight adjustments, allowing his health-preserving standing meditation to gradually become smoother.

Seeing the pain on Li Qingshan's face, the old man was about to say something about taking things step by step, but seeing that Li Qingshan was doing it more and more smoothly, he stopped himself from speaking.

After Li Qingshan smoothly completed the entire movement, he asked the old man for advice on breathing techniques. The old man asked curiously, "Have you practiced stance training before?"

Li Qingshan was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat.

He wiped his forehead, panting, and shook his head, saying, "No, but I used to practice some farming skills and stretch my body. It's just that I haven't practiced them for a while, so I wasn't used to it at first."

Upon hearing this, the old man nodded.

That makes sense.

...

"Since you already have a foundation and have memorized the movements, I'll begin teaching you breathing techniques. Let's start with the first movement..."

The old man began to instruct Li Qingshan again.

Breathing techniques, which sound magical, are actually just a breathing rhythm.

Ordinary people breathe in and out.

Standing meditation involves incorporating different breathing rhythms between movements.

It's quite amazing.

Li Qingshan practiced walking meditation according to the movements and breathing rhythm. His body was like a newly lit furnace, gradually warming up, making him feel as if he were soaking in a hot spring, and the more he practiced, the more comfortable he felt.

The energy that was usually plentiful was gradually drawn inward under the guidance of the standing meditation, and changed with the rhythm of the movements and breathing, turning into a kind of burning energy that could be clearly perceived.

The fat old man standing to the side saw Li Qingshan radiating heat and white smoke rising from his head, and the smile that had been on his face froze.

After Li Qingshan finished practicing once.

He looked at Li Qingshan, whose skin was flushed and congested with blood, and said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, "Are you going to tell me this time that you've been exposed to blood before, but you just hadn't practiced for a while and that's why you weren't used to it at first?"

Li Qingshan: ? ? ?

He could tell the old man was unhappy.

Seeing that Li Qingshan remained silent, the old man snorted coldly:

"You've already sensed the blood, yet you're wasting my time here."

Do you really think that by putting on this show, I'll be foolish enough to assume you're a gifted individual and report you to the Iron Legs Sect, using you as a stepping stone to advancement?

Seeing the old man storm off, Li Qingshan finally realized what had happened.

He looked down at his still-reddened palms: "So that state just now was blood sensing, and that burning sensation was blood energy..."

Blood transfusion is surprisingly simple.

No wonder Wang Xiao said that after learning Zhan Zhuang (standing meditation), a person with such vigorous blood and energy, he could feel the blood flowing as easily as drinking water.

He looked up at the old man's departing figure and shook his head.

I was originally going to express my gratitude.

As a result, they didn't give themselves a chance at all.

Oh well, let it be a misunderstanding.

If it weren't for Wang Xiao, a better alternative, Li Qingshan would definitely have endured the misunderstanding, spent time and energy proving that he was an honest man, and then used the fat old man's guilt to gain favor.

Now, he's too lazy to bother with it.

"Let's go, change our clothes, and continue trying to win over Wang Xiao."

Li Qingshan wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked towards the dormitory-style sleeping area.

...

The old man's voice was quite loud when he reprimanded me.

Eating melons is human nature.

On the training ground, the other students couldn't help but stop their movements and secretly glance at Li Qingshan.

As they watched Li Qingshan's departing figure, everyone's gazes turned strange.

There was mockery, envy, and disdain.

This person was a bit foolish, but he was already empathetic and no longer belonged to the same social class as them, who were struggling to make ends meet.

Among those scrutinizing him was Huang Shan, whom Li Qingshan had just met.

Huang Shan suddenly realized something.

No wonder Li Qingshan was so calm; he had already been infected with the blood.

He was speechless at Li Qingshan's clumsy methods that were almost insulting to people's intelligence, yet he was also very envious that the other party had already sensed blood, and even felt a bit of the other party's satisfaction in angering the instructor.

I'm so envious.

Although one cannot be officially registered as a martial artist by having blood in one's body, it means one foot is already on the threshold of becoming a martial artist. Even if one goes out to join a gang, one can become the leader of a street.

As for making friends...

Huangshan seems to have no chance.

In his view, the reason why Li Qingshan dressed plainly and came to the dormitory was to pretend to be a genius and fool the instructors of the martial arts school.

Now that they've been exposed, they naturally won't stay any longer.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing.

...

the other side.

After taking a bath, Li Qingshan took the few pieces of silver that Li Tie had left him, went to the street to buy some pastries, and headed straight for Wang Xiaoliu's address.