Gou Zai Wudao Shi Lian Shen

Practice makes perfect.

[Panlong Stance Exercise: Not Yet Entered]

[Progress: 0/100]

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At the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts School, Lu Chen, who was watching his senior brother Chen Chong practice stance training, suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and then a transparent light screen appeared in front of him.

"Um?"

Lu Chen froze on the spot.

He was stunned at first, then his pupils suddenly contracted and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

The light screen hung in front of me, and the words were crystal clear.

No matter whether he blinked or turned his head, those few lines of text remained in his sight.

It's not a hallucination.

It's not that my eyes are playing tricks on me.

"This is……"

"My cheat code?"

His Adam's apple bobbed, his breathing became rapid, and an overwhelming sense of ecstasy welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Late but here it is!

Six months ago, he was just an ordinary office worker on Earth.

Every day, I work from nine to five, squeezing onto the subway, clocking in, attending meetings, and working overtime. When I get back to my rented room at night, I collapse on the bed and scroll through my phone, occasionally fantasizing about suddenly becoming rich or quitting my job to live a free and easy life.

But one day after work, as I was walking home, I had just crossed the zebra crossing when a car's headlights flashed in front of me, and I was gone.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already transmigrated to this other world and become a sixteen-year-old boy—Lu Chen.

But as a time traveler, he was quite unlucky.

He never became a carefree prince; he was just a poor village boy.

My parents are both from Lujia Village in Chixia County. For generations, my family has been farmers who toil in the fields.

This world has no cell phones, no subways, no companies, and no capitalists who suffocate people.

But this place is no easier than Earth.

Even more cruel.

The Great Zhou Dynasty has been established for more than three hundred years. On the surface, the imperial court still rules the world, but local powerful clans are everywhere, bandits and outlaws are rampant, and natural and man-made disasters are constant.

The lives of ordinary people are very fragile.

A drought can cause an entire village to lose its harvest.

A band of mountain bandits can turn dozens of families into skeletons overnight.

A single decree of conscription could force young and strong men in a family to leave their hometown for years, never to return.

For ordinary people who want to change their fate, the most direct path is to practice martial arts.

Once you become a martial artist, even if you are just a low-level martial artist with slightly stronger qi and blood, you can work as a guard in a wealthy family, escort goods for a security escort agency, or work as a constable in the city's patrol office.

Forget about wealth and luxury, at least we can make a living.

However, there is also a very high threshold for practicing martial arts.

As the saying goes, "The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts."

The tuition fee of ten taels of silver for a martial arts school is a threshold that is difficult for ordinary people to cross.

Fortunately, this year, Canglong Martial Arts School launched a "Good Luck Project" aimed at selecting promising young martial artists from mountain villages, training them to become martial artists, and expanding the school.

The Hidden Dragon Martial Arts School selected forty teenagers from the mountain villages, and Lu Chen was very fortunate to be one of them.

They were exempted from tuition fees, and the martial arts school gave them three months to complete the course.

Within three months, the martial arts school will provide meals and accommodation, as well as instruction in martial arts.

An assessment will be conducted three months later.

Those who pass the assessment and remain will become official disciples of the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts School.

Those who perform exceptionally well may even gain the appreciation of families and shops in the county town, receiving ointments, meat, and training medicine, with the potential to become true martial artists!

On the training ground, Chen Chong, an inner court disciple in charge of instruction, shouted to the young men:

"What I just demonstrated is the martial arts stance training of my Canglong Martial Arts School - the Panlong Stance."

"It is the best way to nourish your qi and blood and strengthen your muscles and bones, and it is also the foundation for your future practice of boxing."

"You guys give it a try!"

Upon hearing this, the dozens of selected teenagers all assumed their stances and began practicing the Panlong Zhuang Gong (a martial arts technique).

Lu Chen also started practicing on the spot.

With the appearance of his cheat system, Lu Chen was shocked to discover that he possessed a magical ability.

Photographic memory!

He can memorize any martial arts technique after seeing it only once, without any mistakes.

He imitated his senior brother Chen Chong's movements, his feet opening and closing, his soles firmly planted on the ground, his waist and hips slowly rotating, causing his entire spine to rise and fall together. From a distance, his spine seemed to transform into a lurking dragon, stretching its muscles and bones little by little with each breath.

Hold your arms in a rounded shape, relax your shoulders and drop your elbows, and tuck your palms inward.

With each breath, his chest and abdomen swelled and throbbed, like the resounding thunder...

Although he was just standing still and moving slowly, Lu Chen felt it was more tiring than running ten miles of mountain road. With each twist of his waist and hips, his muscles felt like they were being forcibly twisted open; with each rise and fall of his back, his chest felt extremely tight, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

But he didn't stop.

The movements in his mind were crystal clear, like silent guides that led him to constantly adjust his posture.

By the time he finished the last movement, Lu Chen was almost completely exhausted. His legs gave way, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

He was holding his knees, breathing heavily.

His short-sleeved shirt was soaked with sweat, his arms were swollen and sore, his waist and hips ached, and his thighs trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"This is so agonizing!"

Lu Chen couldn't help but sigh.

Just as he was catching his breath, the transparent light screen reappeared before his eyes:

[Panlong Stance Exercise: Not Yet Entered]

[Progress: 1/100]

The next moment, an indescribable feeling welled up from deep within his body.

It was as if the coiled dragon stance he had just practiced was being crushed and reassembled by an invisible hand, eventually transforming into an instinct that was deeply ingrained in his bones.

This improved his understanding of Panlong Zhuang Gong.

Lu Chen's eyes shone with undisguised elation.

"it works!"

It really works!

He had only practiced it once from memory, and it actually increased his progress in the Panlong Stance Technique by a little.

He immediately understood the purpose of this "golden touch".

Every practice session will be recorded into the system, and as long as you practice enough times, you will surely achieve something!

By this time, the other boys had also almost finished practicing once.

Some people fell backward onto the ground, their chests heaving violently, as if they had just been pulled out of the water, their mouths agape as they gasped for breath, their throats making a sound like broken bellows.

Some people had their hands on their knees, bent over, and beads of sweat dripped from their chins onto the ground. Even though they had only practiced the stance training once, it felt like they had carried a hundred pounds of firewood for miles, and they could barely straighten their backs.

The boys came from mountain villages and had experienced hardship by chopping firewood, carrying water, and working in the fields.

But this Panlong stance exercise seems to squeeze out every last bit of strength hidden in a person's body. By the end, even breathing becomes difficult.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Only heavy breathing could be heard.

The dozens of village boys, who had been excited and curious, were now covered in dust and sweat.

They then vaguely realized that practicing martial arts was not as simple as learning a few moves.

To stay within three months, to stand out from dozens of people, you'll likely have to endure this kind of hardship every day, or even many times over.