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

however.

Even though Lin Ji was twenty years younger, he still had the body of an eighty-year-old man.

He had barely stood up when he stumbled violently and fell back down with a thud.

"Ouch...!"

Luckily, I had the Martial Bone, otherwise my bones would have been broken.

Lin Ji chuckled self-deprecatingly, then decided not to bother getting up any further and muttered to himself.

"When I was in high school in my past life, I don't know which school leader went crazy and thought that students didn't like doing radio calisthenics, so he insisted on changing it to some kind of 24-form Tai Chi."

"I was forced and scolded for three years back then, but I never thought it would come in handy now."

"Let me think... Hmm, not bad, I remember those moves perfectly now."

"But this thing is just an alternative form of calisthenics. Not to mention the inner cultivation method, I don't even know the power generation technique."

After pondering for a long time without any results, Lin Ji shook his head and decided to stop thinking about it.

"It's better than nothing! After all, the intricacies of Tai Chi must be quite profound."

"Should I really spend money to become an apprentice at a martial arts school? Forget whether an old man like me would even accept me; I couldn't afford the apprenticeship fee even if I spent all my savings for my funeral!"

He had no money; even if he put his coffin up, he only had five silver dollars to his name.

The tuition fee for a month to become an apprentice at a martial arts school is at least four yuan.

I can't afford it, I really can't afford it.

"If you want to become an apprentice, you need to earn money first. But with my old arms and legs, I can barely make ends meet, let alone earn tuition fees. I'd rather try this Tai Chi first!"

Lin Ji braced himself on the armrests of the chair with both hands and stood up steadily this time.

Stepping out of the courtyard, Lin Ji closed his eyes and mentally reviewed each movement of the Twenty-Four Styles.

The rising posture, the wild horse parting its mane, the white crane spreading its wings...

After a while.

Lin Ji slowly opened his eyes, raised his hands, and assumed a fighting stance.

at first.

His movements were still a bit clumsy and stiff, after all, practicing this move was something from his past life.

But as Lin Ji went through two stances, the dormant martial bone within his body suddenly trembled.

A stream of energy flowed out from his martial bones and soon invaded Lin Ji's limbs and bones.

Lin Ji felt a sudden lightness throughout his body.

The originally awkward and stiff movements became incredibly smooth.

His body seemed to have rehearsed countless times; every turn, every raise of his hand, and every step he took was perfectly timed.

Just then.

The scene before Lin Ji's eyes suddenly changed.

At the summit of the mountains, cranes cry in the clouds.

An elderly man with white hair and beard slowly took a stance, and an invisible, powerful aura surged forth!

Tai Chi divides into Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang give rise to the Four Forms, the Four Forms give rise to the Eight Trigrams, and the Eight Trigrams give rise to all things!

The starting stance is Wuji!

……

Grasp the sparrow's tail!

The immortal releases his sword!

Cloud Hands!

Step up to the Seven Stars!

Draw your bow and shoot the tiger!

……

……

Combined – the power of Tai Chi!

The ancient, complex, and dazzling Tai Chi Chuan techniques unfolded in Lin Ji's eyes like flowing clouds and water.

In the courtyard, Lin Ji imitated them, practicing all the moves as if they were perfectly natural.

As his movements became faster and faster, his moves seemed to have an unending, continuous flow.

The original simplified version of the 24-form exercise, which could only be used to strengthen the body, was completed and re-developed through his continuous practice!

Those lost techniques of generating power, and the boxing intent that contained the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, were gradually revived in Lin Ji's hands.

When Lin Ji finished the last move, "He," he stood firmly in place.

The person's entire demeanor has changed.

His body, which was originally like rotten wood, is now like an ancient sword with its edge hidden in its sheath, restrained and heavy.

Lin Ji squinted slightly, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air, his heart filled with disbelief and shock.

This was not the simplified version of the 24-form martial arts he remembered at all.

If he guessed correctly, the image that had just appeared in his mind was the original Tai Chi created by Zhang Sanfeng.

"This is the true understanding of martial arts? It's absolutely incredible!"

"They actually traced a simplified version of Tai Chi back to its origins."

"Yin and Yang complement each other! Strength and gentleness are in harmony! Excellent! Very good!"

Lin Ji's voice no longer trembled like an old man's; now, though still deep, it was as resonant as a great bell.

At this time.

He felt his blood and qi surging within him, and a force flowed from his abdomen into every part of his body, washing over his flesh and bones.

The previously loose skin and flesh on his arms visibly became fuller, and Lin Ji could feel a stronger force than before when he tried to exert a little force.

There was no warning, no indication.

A sudden realization dawned on Lin Ji.

"This is... the entry-level martial arts! I've 'refined my skin'?"

He actually broke through to the first realm of martial arts, the Skin Refining Realm, just by performing this one set of Tai Chi.

"Hahaha, I've lived for a hundred years! In the end, I've actually become a martial artist."

Having lived to be a hundred years old, the martial arts that I had always dreamed of but could never master were now so easily mastered!

Lin Ji's fingers trembled slightly, his eyes flashed with an unprecedented brilliance, and even the wrinkles on his face smoothed out a bit. The regret and resentment that had been suppressed for a hundred years were transformed into joy at this moment.

However, the overwhelming joy had not yet fully taken hold.

Lin Ji suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

This was followed by waves of emptiness and powerlessness that penetrated to the bone, and an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.

Lin Ji's vision went black, and his legs went weak! He was about to fall to the ground.

"not good!"

Lin Ji was greatly alarmed.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.

"Holy crap..."

"Could it be that we're pushing ourselves too hard and are about to kill ourselves with the training?"

Lin Ji's vision went black.

"It's over!"

This was the last thought in his mind.

The first transmigrator in history to kill himself on the very day he received his cheat ability has appeared, and what he says is absolutely hilarious.

But the coldness Lin Ji had anticipated did not materialize.

Instead, a "gurgling" sound traveled from my stomach to my brain.

hungry!

I'm so hungry!

It felt as if a wild beast was rampaging inside Lin Ji's stomach.

"Well……"

Lin Ji groaned and tried to open his eyes.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, leaving him gasping for breath, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

Lin Ji reached out and pushed himself up, feeling utterly exhausted.

hungry!

A deep, bone-deep emptiness spread from my abdomen throughout my body.

"He's not dead..."

Lin Ji reached out and braced himself against the wall as he moved into the room, his legs trembling with each step.

"He fainted from hunger..."

Lin Ji sat back down in the chair in the room, his head spinning as he pondered.

"Was it from practicing boxing just now? That boxing move that modified my martial arts style drained all the energy from my old bones."

He raised his hand and pinched the weak, limp muscles on his arm.

"How can this 100-year-old body withstand such strain?"

My gaze swept across the table and landed on the oil paper package.

The warm aroma of meat was seeping into his nostrils through the torn corner of the oil paper wrapping.

Lin Ji's eyes reddened, and he grabbed the oil packet and tore it open.

Inside the oil-wrapped paper was two and a half pounds of stewed pork belly, cooked until very tender.