The Martial Saint, starting with daily intelligence.

"Standing meditation is the foundation of martial arts body training."

"Even in the entire Great Chu, the Spirit Turtle Rock Stance Technique is considered a first-rate stance technique. You must not slack off."

Inside the Zhenyuan Martial Arts School, a middle-aged martial arts master is teaching a group of teenagers martial arts training methods.

After practicing several sets of boxing techniques, Zhong Ming felt his blood and qi surging and boiling, so he leaned against the wall to rest for a while.

At the same time, he picked up a pen and paper to record some trivial matters that happened in the martial arts school today, such as Luo Zheng, who was ranked seventh in the school, and Gu Ziqi, who was ranked ninth, getting into a fight again because of a quarrel.

For example, Lin Zijing and Huang Ziming have become closer, and they are suspected of dating.

For example, among these young men and women, how many have Grade A or Grade B aptitude? How many days does it take for the fastest cultivator to feel their Qi and blood, and what is the average time it takes to feel their Qi and blood?

Zhong Ming's records include both trivial gossip and hidden secrets.

In short, Zhong Ming would record any information he found useful, no matter how small.

As Zhong Ming was taking notes, he noticed someone approaching. The data on the students' cultivation progress that was originally recorded on the paper instantly transformed into his own insights and experiences from today's cultivation.

"Brother Zhongming, what are you writing now?"

  [At this point, I hope readers will remember our domain name: 101𝔨𝔨𝔰.𝔠𝔬𝔪]

"Brother Wu."

Zhong Ming turned around and called out "Brother Wu" as a greeting.

The other party didn't stand on ceremony at all, snatching the booklet from Zhong Ming's hand and casually flipping through a few pages.

Shaking his head, Wu Xiuyuan then tossed the booklet back into Zhong Ming's hands.

"A true teaching can be contained in a single sentence, while false teachings fill countless volumes."

"What's the point of memorizing all this?"

Wu Xiuyuan said indifferently, feeling that Zhong Ming was wasting his time and energy.

In martial arts training, the most important thing is to experience and understand. Once you feel it, everything will fall into place naturally.

If you can't feel it, no matter how much you summarize or how many books you read, it's useless.

Therefore, Wu Xiuyuan simply couldn't understand the point of Zhong Ming doing this.

"I can't compare to Brother Wu's Grade B physical constitution, so I can only resort to these clumsy methods."

"A bad pen is worse than a good memory. While that surging feeling of energy hasn't completely dissipated, quickly write it down. You never know when you might need it."

Wu Xiuyuan simply shook his head, not taking up the topic, and directly stated his purpose.

"Your monthly subscription fee will expire in three days. Master Zhao asked me to ask you whether you plan to renew it or leave it as is?"

"Of course I'll renew my subscription. Even if I'm leaving, I should at least make a name for myself, right?"

Zhong Ming said with a smile.

"Since Brother Wu isn't coming, I'm going to find Master Zhao to renew my tuition later. The tuition fee is already prepared. I was planning to go after Master Lin finished his lecture."

"Since Master Zhao sent Brother Wu to urge me, I'll go over and pay next month's tuition fee right away."

Seeing the other person's hesitant expression, Zhong Ming couldn't help but ask.

"Brother Wu, is there anything else?"

"Brother Zhong, there's something I'm not sure if I should say. We're from the same generation, and I'm also a bit curious about it. Please don't mind."

Zhong Ming frowned slightly, but still spoke.

"Please feel free to speak."

"You've been at Zhenyuan Martial Arts School for two and a half years, and you still haven't been able to break through to the minor success level of the Spirit Turtle Rock Stance Technique. Your monthly tuition and the extra money spent on supplementary medicines and spiritual meals cost at least ten silver dollars. In two and a half years, you've spent nearly three hundred silver dollars."

"If Brother Zhongming still has some money to spare, why not switch tracks? The Westerners' Extraordinary Club is also an option."

"Even just one hundred silver dollars is enough to make an ordinary person become a first-order or even a second-order extraordinary being."

Having been classmates for many years, Wu Xiuyuan couldn't help but remind Zhong Mingwu, who had been making no progress in martial arts.

Not many of the students from the same cohort have persisted to this day. Zhong Ming is one of them, and they have a decent relationship, which is why Wu Xiuyuan reminded him.

Zhong Ming clasped his hands in thanks.

"Thank you for the reminder, Brother Wu."

"It's just that the Western supernatural system has too many hidden dangers, and I don't believe that those foreign devils are really that kind-hearted as to make you a superhuman just by paying you money. Even local aristocratic families can't do that."

"I don't trust them."

Zhong Ming said in a deep voice.

"Besides, I'm really short of money!"

Zhong Ming gave a wry smile.

"If it were two and a half years ago, before I had started practicing martial arts, I might have considered the Western supernatural system."

"But now."

Zhong Ming shook his head with a bitter expression.

"My current financial situation can only last for another six months at most."

"Moreover, there were faint signs of a breakthrough not long ago."

"At this point, it's impossible for me to give up martial arts; I have no choice but to go all the way down this path."

Zhong Ming spoke with a firm tone and a serious expression.

"In that case, I wish Brother Zhong continued success in his martial arts career."

Since Zhong Ming had already said that, Wu Xiuyuan naturally couldn't say anything more and could only offer a polite blessing.

Although he didn't think highly of the other party, whose martial arts talent was truly indescribable.

Generally speaking, if one cannot break through the first stage of body refinement—the blood refinement stage—within three years, it can be basically concluded that one's future martial arts path will not go far.

Zhong Ming has been studying at the Zhenyuan Martial Arts School for two and a half years, but he has not yet mastered the stance training; he is only at the beginner level.

Only by cultivating stance training to a minor level can one condense more "essence and blood" and then break through to the later stage of blood refining.

···

After bidding farewell to Wu Xiuyuan, Zhong Ming entered the inner courtyard.

"Master Zhao."

Zhong Ming greeted the little old man who was lying in the rocking chair sunbathing.

Old Zhao's face was full of wrinkles, and he half-opened his eyes, making out Zhong Ming's figure, but he had no intention of getting up.

"You know the rules. Put the silver dollar next to the register on the table and write down your name."

Master Zhao said calmly.

He continued to bask in the sun, his eyes half-closed, a half-foot-long wool blanket draped over his belly, looking completely content.

Zhong Ming nodded.

First, he showed respect by treating students with the courtesy due to them.

Regardless of the other party's attitude, Zhong Ming needs to ensure that he performs his duties with proper etiquette.

This is the most basic respect for the strong.

The other party simply waved their hand.

With permission, Zhong Ming spread out five silver dollars on the table, then signed his name on the roster and recorded the time of the day.

Zhong Ming was already very familiar with all of this; he had gone through this process countless times.

After paying next month's maintenance fee, it was soon noon.

Zhenyuan Martial Arts School provides basic meals and a bowl of medicinal cuisine daily.

Having spent the money, Zhong Ming certainly wouldn't waste it.

In particular, that bowl of medicinal food is an essential "tonic" for martial arts practitioners, replenishing and activating the body's qi and blood.

Most of the monthly tuition fees are spent on this medicinal meal.

After finishing a bowl of medicinal food, Zhong Ming's blood and qi surged, and his body, which had been cultivating for several hours, was freed from fatigue and regained its strength.

My body was suddenly filled with strength and energy, and I couldn't wait to practice a few more sets of boxing techniques.

Feeling comfortable and warm inside his body, Zhong Ming took out another silver coin from his person.

"Two more bowls, and put the rest on the tab."

"A bowl of medicinal food costs fifty copper coins. At present, one silver coin is worth three hundred and sixty-two copper coins. I'll give you seven bowls. Any objections?"

"no problem."

Zhong Ming nodded, and the extra dozen or so copper coins naturally fell into the hands of the canteen manager.