Surviving in the chaos of battle, I'm grinding for proficiency.

After finishing the New Year's Eve dinner, Li Chuan returned to his room.

The quilt on the bed was still that old cattail quilt, but perhaps because my mother had time to take care of it and often took it out to air it.

The cattail quilt no longer had that unpleasant damp and musty smell, but it still had some odor.

Covered by this quilt, Li Chuan's thoughts drifted away.

Once he succeeds in his second attempt and earns money, he will definitely buy his family clean, fluffy cotton quilts.

……

The next morning.

Li Chuan did not stay at home, but rushed to Songfeng Martial Arts School without stopping.

He knew very well that he didn't have the right to rest yet.

Cao Yan's "Brother Zhou" will be back in a few months.

The martial arts competition will also be held soon.

I must reach the level of internal strength as soon as possible!

Li Chuan touched the heavy ten taels of silver in his pocket and strode into the market.

The donkey meat was barely enough, but it wasn't good enough.

If I want to cultivate faster, I must buy better meat.

Li Chuan scanned the meat stall for a while and finally decided to buy venison.

Venison costs 150 coins per catty, and I eat two catties a day.

That means it costs 300 coins a day, and 9 taels of silver a month.

He would never have dared to spend the ten taels of silver that Cao Yan had "given" to him.

In other words, if he hadn't fought Cao Yan, he wouldn't have known how big the gap was between himself and a true peak Ming Jin, and he wouldn't have been willing to buy expensive venison.

But the fact that he barely managed to kill the heavily injured Cao Yan with all his might made Li Chuan realize that he was not strong enough.

If Cao Yan had more tricks up his sleeve, if his injuries hadn't been so severe, everything would have been different!

Li Chuan made up his mind and bought six catties of venison in one go, enough for three days.

Nine hundred coins, enough to buy more than ten catties of donkey meat, vanished in an instant like water.

But there was no trace of heartache in Li Chuan's eyes.

This is a necessary expense to become stronger.

The situation is not peaceful.

Rather than being a miser and waiting for unknown dangers, he would rather invest his money in himself!

With six catties of venison, Li Chuan returned to Songfeng Martial Arts School.

It's the first day of the Lunar New Year now, and the disciples have all gone home.

The huge martial arts school appeared empty.

Li Chuan returned to his dormitory and set up a large pot.

"It's getting really cold today, the water's frozen solid." Li Chuan looked at the ice in the bucket and smiled wryly.

He shook his head, smashed the ice into several pieces with one hand, and threw the larger piece into the pot.

Place dry grass underneath to start a fire, then add dry firewood.

A few moments later, a crackling sound could be heard.

After the water boiled, Li Chuan threw the venison in to cook.

After simmering for about half an hour, Li Chuan scooped out the piping hot venison.

While it was still hot, he chewed the fragrant venison with gusto.

As the venison entered my stomach, a warm current rose within me.

It first appeared in the abdomen, and then slowly spread to the limbs.

"It's so hot!" Despite the freezing winter, Li Chuan felt like he was radiating heat all over his body!

"Such nourishing food deserves to be used for martial arts training!"

Taking advantage of his surge of energy, Li Chuan braved the freezing cold and went directly to the training ground.

In the vast expanse of white, Li Chuan first raised his hands upwards with palms facing up, then placed his left foot on his knee and squatted down until his buttocks touched his heels.

Just a few breaths after performing this action, Li Chuan could feel all the muscles in his body being activated.

The previously scattered and wandering qi and blood in the abdomen, as if drawn by a force, rapidly rushed into the meridians and membranes to nourish them.

In an instant, steam rose from his body.

"At first it was painful, then it turned into a tingling sensation, and finally it was completely pleasurable!"

The more Li Chuan practiced, the more energetic he became.

He finally understood why someone in his past life had become addicted to fitness.

You can feel every muscle in your body getting stronger through training.

This feeling is addictive!

At the same time, my proficiency in the Baoshan Zhuang stance is also increasing.

Li Chuan counted them, and it was much faster than when he ate donkey meat before!

"This money was well spent!" Li Chuan thought to himself with gratitude.

It's true that having money is great.

I've heard that those wealthy and powerful families have been eating wild beasts, taking medicinal diets, and bathing in medicinal herbs since they started practicing martial arts.

If one is also blessed with superior physical attributes, their progress will be beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

One can get a glimpse of this from Qin Feng's two months of visible strength and six months of hidden strength alone.

After standing for more than half an hour, Li Chuan felt a little tired.

After resting for a while, he started practicing Tongbei Quan (a style of Chinese martial arts) on the wooden stake again.

"It can be as fast as lightning, or it can stop in an instant. When you make a move, you must make it impossible for your opponent to predict it." Li Chuan muttered Luo Zhengjiao's words.

Facing the hard wooden stake, he first clenched his fist and slammed it down.

Make a shallow pit on the surface of each wooden stake.

Then he joined his fingers together to form a sword, which was insidious and vicious.

He unleashed a variety of Tongbei Quan techniques.

If someone were watching, they would notice that his moves, though seemingly ordinary, are actually unpredictable.

The punch was followed by an instant switch to a finger sword, and then to a sweeping elbow strike.

This is precisely the essence of Tongbei Quan: to keep the opponent guessing.

"It's the first day of the Lunar New Year, why aren't you home yet?"

Liang Xingzhou walked out from the inner courtyard, his hands behind his back.

Li Chuan stopped what he was doing, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said:

"Master, I am dull-witted and must put in more effort than my fellow disciples in order to have even a sliver of hope of passing the test."

Liang Xingzhou stared intently at Li Chuan.

I never expected that there would be such a hardworking person as Li Chuan in the Foreign Languages ​​Department.

Once he reached his position, he rarely paid attention to matters concerning the outer courtyard.

He focused all his attention on how to cultivate the disciples of the inner court.

After all, those people are the ones who truly have the potential to carry on the torch.

Especially for someone with superior physical attributes like Qin Feng, that is of utmost importance.

Therefore, he was somewhat surprised:

"I have some impression of you. You have inferior physical attributes, and your chances of breaking through to the next level are slim. But even so, you still have a sincere heart for martial arts."

"Not bad, not bad."

Liang Xingzhou stepped forward and casually gave Li Chuan a few pointers.

These few words alone, in Li Chuan's view, slightly increased his proficiency in Tongbei Quan.

That's comparable to him practicing for several hours!

"With diligent practice, you might still be able to pass the test," Liang Xingzhou encouraged, then turned and left.

As Liang Xingzhou stepped out of the courtyard gate, he looked back at the figure diligently practicing in the snow and sighed inwardly:

"If someone with average physical attributes had this kind of perseverance, that would be great. For someone with inferior physical attributes, it would be extremely difficult to succeed in the second attempt."

"What a pity, what a pity."

After Liang Xingzhou left, the entire training ground fell silent again.

Li Chuan practiced alone until late at night before returning to the dormitory.

"Phew, it takes a long time to truly appreciate the goodness of venison!"

Li Chuan felt a sense of satisfaction as he watched the progress of his Baoshan Zhuang and Tongbei Quan training.

That's three hundred coins a day! Luckily, it wasn't a waste of money!

However, Li Chuan also knew that the extravagance of eating two catties of venison every day could not last.

The ten taels of silver he got from Cao Yan were enough for him to eat for a month or two.

In the future, it seems we'll have to go back to donkey meat.

……

Yu Sinian returned on the third day of the Lunar New Year to practice martial arts with Li Chuan.

The two often sparred, which accelerated Li Chuan's mastery of Tongbei Quan.

Time passed day by day, winter turned to spring, and the disciples gradually arrived.

A month and a half later, Cao Yan had almost nothing left of the ten taels of silver he had received, plus his monthly salary.

Li Chuan looked at the donkey meat in front of him, but found it hard to bring himself to eat it.

If he had never experienced the goodness of venison, he could accept donkey meat without any qualms.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality!

"I need to find a way to earn more money... Senior Brother Luo said there's a batch of rare medicine to deliver tomorrow, I'll go find him and ask him what's going on!"

Li Chuan thought to himself.