Chinese martial arts: From being shot and killed by the armed police during a mountain search to bec

Chen Hongwu turned his head subconsciously.

A young girl was standing behind him, the sea breeze ruffling the stray hairs on her forehead, revealing her delicate features.

She was about the same age as Chen Hongxiu, wearing a moon-white bamboo cloth cheongsam, with a light gray cardigan over it, and a pair of black cloth shoes. She looked clean and elegant, like a lady who had stepped out of a painting.

She stood in the wind, carrying a small wicker suitcase, and looked over with a smile in her eyes.

Chen Hongwu frowned slightly. He searched through his memories but couldn't find this person.

"Young Master Chen, have you forgotten me so quickly?" The young woman took a few steps closer, a smile playing on her lips, her tone slightly teasing.

Chen Hongwu asked, "Who are you?"

The girl paused for a moment, then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her tone tinged with surprise: "You really don't remember me?"

She stomped her foot, somewhat annoyed, and said, "Back in Sanhai County, the eldest son of the Chen family pestered me quite a bit, even saying he wouldn't marry anyone but me."

"It hasn't been that long since we last met, why are you pretending not to know me?"

Chen Hongwu vaguely remembered that the girl's surname was Lin, her name was Lin Yuqing, and she was the eldest daughter of the Lin family in Sanhai County, whose family owned a silk shop.

Before he transmigrated, the original owner of this body had indeed been relentlessly pursuing this Miss Lin for a while, frequently visiting the girls' school.

Chen Hongxiu often teased him about this back then.

After Chen Hongwu transmigrated and practiced martial arts, he never looked for Lin Yuqing again.

After the chaos of war in Sanhai County, he killed Wang Yucheng and Mo Tianyang. The Chen family then moved to Foshan and severed ties with Sanhai County.

Chen Hongwu shook his head: "I have no interest in recalling."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back, descending the gangway and disappearing behind the cabin door.

Lin Yuqing watched his departing figure, her smile freezing for a moment. Then, she bit her lower lip, stamped her foot, and muttered a low snort: "Hmph, what's so great about him?"

She went to Shanghai to stay with relatives. Her family's silk shop in Sanhai County had been looted by Mo Laohu's defeated soldiers. Her parents asked someone to find a distant cousin in Shanghai who ran a cloth shop on Nanjing Road.

She had hoped to run into an old acquaintance on the ship, someone who was now a well-known figure in Guangdong, and strike up a conversation, which would be a valuable connection for her in Shanghai in the future.

She was surprised to be met with indifference; the other party didn't even bother to look at her.

Chen Hongwu returned to the first-class cabin, closed the door, and immediately shut out the noisy deck sounds.

He took off his long gown, leaving only a close-fitting short jacket, and stood in the three-body stance in the room.

The ship rocked and swayed on the sea, its floor rising and falling with the waves.

He gripped the ground with his toes, his Yongquan acupoint was hollow, his waist and hips were relaxed and sinking, and his spine was light and agile with a strong head.

As the boat sways, the body constantly adjusts its center of gravity, with knees slightly bent, ankles slightly turned, and waist and hips slightly twisted. Every subtle adjustment helps to counteract the shift in the center of gravity caused by the boat's swaying.

A person standing on a boat is like a tree with deep roots; no matter how the boat rocks, his roots stay firmly planted.

After practicing the stance for about half an hour, a servant knocked on the door.

A waiter pushed a silver cart with a white porcelain covered bowl, a loaf of bread, a steak, and a small bowl of soup on it.

The steak was prepared in a Western style, drizzled with brown gravy, and served with a few pieces of fried asparagus and half a potato. The knife and fork were placed on the napkin.

Chen Hongwu sat on the sofa, holding the steak down with a fork in his left hand and cutting off a piece with a knife in his right hand, then putting it into his mouth.

The beef was pan-fried to medium-rare, resulting in firm, juicy meat that released its juices between your teeth.

He chewed it more than a dozen times before swallowing. In martial arts, it is said that "chewing slowly and swallowing slowly, and sinking the qi to the dantian" is necessary. Only when food is chewed into a paste can it be thoroughly digested and absorbed by the spleen and stomach, and transformed into qi and blood to nourish the muscles and bones.

Although his Thunder Sound is now corrupted, he still maintains this habit, and his speed is not much slower.

After finishing his steak, he drank a bowl of soup, broke his bread into small pieces and ate them soaking in the soup, then asked the waiter to take the food cart away.

After finishing his meal, Chen Hongwu practiced his martial arts until late at night.

He sat cross-legged on the sofa, the thunderous sound resonating within his internal organs, his blood and qi surging, expelling all the fatigue and distracting thoughts of the day.

The lights on the ship gradually thinned out, and the passengers had all fallen asleep.

The corridor was silent, save for the deep rumble of the engine from the bottom deck.

The sea outside the window was pitch black, with only the moonlight casting a silvery-white band of light on the water's surface, rising and falling with the waves.

Chen Hongwu changed into a close-fitting short-sleeved shirt and shorts, tied the waistband of the shorts tightly with a cloth strip, and folded the clothes he had taken off and placed them on the bed.

Pushing open the cabin door, the corridor was deserted.

He went down two decks along the gangway to the lower deck.

This floor is the cargo area, and it is unattended at night.

Avoiding the sight of the night watchman, Chen Hongwu walked to the side of the ship.

The sea breeze was colder than during the day, carrying a salty, fishy vapor that swept over us.

He glanced at the ship's course, then looked up at the moon's position, and mentally calculated the ship's speed and wind direction.

"That's about it."

Chen Hongwu leaped outwards and silently disappeared into the dark night.

A small wave was stirred up on the sea surface, but it was quickly swept away by the wake of the ship, leaving no trace.

The moment he entered the water, icy seawater surged up from all directions, filling his ears and nostrils, and enveloping every inch of his skin.

Every hair on his body stood on end, and every pore on his skin trembled slightly under the pressure of the seawater.

Having mastered martial arts to such a level, his skin had become extremely sensitive to airflow. Seawater is much denser than air, and every tiny drop of water hitting his skin would be clearly detected by his pores and fascia.

The skin can "hear" the sound of water; this is the ability of the skin to perceive changes in the outside world after developing auditory skills.

The enormous buoyancy kept pushing him upwards.

He relaxed his body slightly, moved his hands, adjusted his posture, and slowly sank down.

The deeper he went, the dimmer the light became, and the greater the water pressure became, squeezing his skin, muscles, bones, and fascia from all sides.

Chen Hongwu assumed the Three-Body Stance in the seawater, extended his palms, and began to practice his fist techniques in the water.

Every punch and every palm strike has to contend with the resistance of the water, making the speed more than ten times slower than on land.

But it is precisely this resistance that causes every muscle and fascia of his to be enveloped by water pressure when he exerts force, amplifying all the details, including the direction of the force, the angle of the joints, and the stretching of the muscles.

When practicing boxing on land, muscles naturally become lazy due to habit, instinctively finding the most energy-efficient way to exert force; but in water, the resistance is uniform and all-around, and any slight laziness will be amplified by the water pressure into obvious deformation of the movement.

After finishing a round of punches, my lungs felt like a bellows being squeezed by water pressure, burning hot.

But he could feel that his blood and qi were being forced to flow even more freely under the pressure at the bottom of the sea.

If the external force is the wave on the surface of the water, and the internal force is the undercurrent at the bottom of the water, then at this moment, the internal force in his whole body is being squeezed into the depths of his bone marrow by the pressure of the seawater, as if it is about to smash open the door to the transformation of force!