Republic of China era: A hundred-year-old still practicing martial arts? Is that right?

Lin Ji sighed, slowly lowered his hands from behind his back, and straightened his hunched back a little.

"In your next life, study more. Don't go to the underworld and not even remember how to write your own name."

The arrogance on the faces of the two thugs suddenly froze, and when their eyes met, they were filled with fear.

Bald Liu San opened his mouth, wanting to say a few more harsh words, but Lin Ji raised his hand, and his withered palm shot out like lightning, grabbing the necks of the two men.

"Hehe!"

Lin Ji cut off their voices; their mouths were wide open, but they could only let out gasps.

"Snap!"

Two crisp cracking sounds rang out simultaneously, particularly jarring in the silent wasteland.

Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, their bloodshot eyes filled with disbelief.

As Lin Ji released his grip, the two bodies collapsed to the ground, twitched twice, and then fell still.

Lin Ji withdrew his hand, looked down at the two still-warm corpses in front of him, and showed no fear of killing.

These two men had long harbored murderous intent towards him. If it had been anyone else today, they would probably have been killed long ago. He was simply doing his duty to rid the people of this scourge.

Lin Ji clapped his hands, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes.

"I haven't killed anyone in decades, but my skills haven't gotten rusty."

Lin Ji remembered that it was during the late Qing Dynasty.

That year, Jiangcheng suffered a major disaster, with countless people starving to death throughout the city, and countless refugees fleeing the famine from all directions.

His son was only three years old that year, and he was so hungry that he was barely clinging to life.

For half a bag of moldy mixed grain flour, Lin Ji personally strangled two refugees who had fled to their deaths.

From then on, he understood that this was a cannibalistic world, a world where being kind to others was being cruel to oneself.

If Lin Ji were to show mercy and let these two bastards go today, he was certain they would turn around and seek revenge.

Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots!

This is the truth that Lin Ji realized over a hundred years.

He bent down and grabbed a green-skinned man by the back of his collar with one hand. With his qi and blood circulating, the weight of the man, weighing over a hundred pounds, felt like nothing in Lin Ji's hands.

He walked steadily, dragging two corpses, toward the depths of the dense forest on the outskirts of the city, where a mass grave was located.

Lin Ji threw the two corpses into a deep pit in the mass grave. He then gathered some dry branches to cover the bodies, making sure they were completely covered before turning and heading home.

back home.

It was already getting dark.

The pork belly I bought during the day was stewed in the pot, bubbling away and emitting a wonderful aroma.

Sitting in front of the stove, as he stuffed a bundle of firewood into it, Lin Ji recalled the image of Bai Xiaonian standing in a stance during the day.

"That kid's stance must have been learned from the martial arts school. It seems better than what I figured out myself." Lin Ji muttered, standing up from in front of the stove and imitating Bai Xiaonian's stance, with his feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and hands clasped in front of him, assuming a stance.

As soon as I stood still.

Lin Ji immediately sensed something was different.

A force rose from the soles of his feet, traveled up his legs and spine, and penetrated into his limbs and bones.

"This...it actually mobilized all the muscles in my body!"

"As expected, the orthodox martial arts school techniques are different."

After standing there for about half an incense stick's time, Lin Ji couldn't help but frown.

"Why does it always feel like something's missing? Why do I feel like there are a few areas where I can't quite get the hang of it?"

"What if we adjust it like this?"

As Lin Ji pondered this, he slightly changed his posture, and a strange sensation spread from his spine.

"Is it Wu Gu?"

Sensing something amiss, Lin Ji immediately guessed the source of the change.

Immediately adjust your posture according to your intention: turn your left toes inward, lower your knee, and slightly adjust the angle of your straight back...

With each adjustment, Lin Ji could feel his body exerting force more smoothly.

Thus, guided by Wu Gu, Lin Ji gradually corrected his stance.

One hour later.

As Lin Ji's toes made their final movement.

His blood and qi surged like a rushing river, coursing through his body. In just a moment, beads of sweat appeared on Lin Ji's forehead, and his muscles ached all over.

"This... could this be the method for tempering muscles and tendons in the Flesh Refining Realm?" Lin Ji's heart stirred, and he guessed, but he didn't dare to be too sure.

"I'm going to accompany Bai to the symposium tomorrow. We can take this opportunity to see what the martial arts hall is like. If we can see the instructors practicing, we might learn something."

Having made up his mind, Lin Ji, feeling increasingly sore and bloated, decided to stop and enjoy a delicious meal of pork belly.

I slept without any dreams!

In the morning, the abundant energy within him roused the sleeping Lin Ji.

"Ouch!"

Stretching, Lin Ji looked down and a smug smile appeared on his lips.

"Hey! Old buddy, are you hoping to have a second or third spring in your life?"

Lin Ji stroked the stubble on his chin, and Bai Yu'er's words involuntarily came to mind.

"Mr. Lin, I still stand by my word. If you ever want to come back, just come find me anytime. I won't charge you."

"hey-hey!"

After quickly reheating the leftovers from yesterday, Lin Ji walked into the yard and saw the fist marks on the woodpile. He went over, took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and threw another punch!

"Bang!"

After the loud bang, sawdust flew everywhere.

Looking down, the fist marks on the wooden stake were deeper than yesterday, more than an inch deep.

"good!"

Lin Ji laughed heartily, feeling extremely happy.

"It seems this old man has made the right choice!"

Not forgetting his promise to Bai Yu'er, Lin Ji locked the courtyard gate and headed towards Bai Yu'er's house.

Lin Ji had only walked a few steps from his house when he saw a few neighbors standing sparsely under the old locust tree.

"Something interesting is happening in Dog Tail Alley?"

Lin Ji muttered to himself in curiosity, then walked around the crowd that was blocking his view and took a peek.

A vibrant color caught Lin Ji's eye.

Under the old locust tree.

Standing there was a silver-haired woman wearing a red cheongsam and black high heels.

The woman's cheongsam had a very high slit, and she leaned against a tree, revealing a long, snow-white leg through the slit.

She held a jade pipe in her hand, her red lips slightly parted, and she exhaled smoke rings.

Her silver-white hair was styled perfectly, exuding elegance and a touch of nobility.

Throughout the entire process, she didn't glance at anyone around her, as if the scrutiny directed at her had nothing to do with her.

The neighbors in Dog Tail Alley glanced at him sideways, but dared not speak loudly, keeping their voices very low, yet they still reached Lin Ji's ears.

"Who is this woman? She's dressed so flamboyantly."

"Tsk tsk, those legs, that waist, amazing! It's a pity he has white hair, he doesn't look like a nice guy."

"Hehe, if I could sleep with her, my life wouldn't have been in vain!"

Lin Ji felt a sense of unease and forced himself to look away from those long legs, suppressing his shock.

"In this chaotic world of war, what woman besides a prostitute would dare to be so ostentatious? Let alone her attire, even that pipe is something a prostitute couldn't afford. This woman is no ordinary person!"

Lin Ji glanced at the woman again, and a faint sense of danger emanated from her.

Lin Ji slowed his pace, bypassed the old locust tree, and continued walking towards Bai Yu'er's house.

They hadn't gone far when the woman under the old locust tree put down her pipe, parted her red lips slightly, and spoke in a voice that was charming and alluring.

"Excuse me, sir, please wait a moment."