Ultraman's opening scene: lifting up Kuroshio Island

He paid no attention to that. Feng Yuan's gaze remained fixed on the mountain wall not far away. He crossed the stream and continued rushing towards the mountain wall without stopping.

Stepping on the scattered, broken stones underfoot, Feng Yuan seemed unaffected, his running speed increasing until he was getting closer and closer to the stone wall, at which point he leaped up.

"Hey!"

"Pfft!"

Under Minghui's watchful gaze, Fengyuan's figure fell from the sky, crashing face down into the water, creating a large splash.

"hateful!"

Feng Yuan climbed out of the water, his clothes soaked through, looking extremely disheveled.

"Your shoulders are too stiff. Relax and try using your waist to generate power."

The monk nodded and gave Feng Yuan some pointers.

"Yes!"

Feng Yuan kept these words in mind, turned around and walked towards the shore. He wanted to adjust his way of exerting force and try again!

Minghui, watching from the side, was eager to try it out. He also wanted to give it a shot, even though he knew this move might not be suitable for him. But who doesn't want to have more skills?

"Young man over there, if you're not busy, why don't you come with this old man to chop some firewood?"

At that moment, the voice of the monk with ten strings of cash drifted over from afar.

Ah, this...

Minghui was a little conflicted, but then he saw that Fengyuan had already rearranged his stance, so he had no choice but to give up.

Forget it, let's not compete with Fengyuan for it now, we'll wait until later.

"Here comes Master Shi Guan!"

Minghui agreed, quickly crossed the stream, walked to the mountain wall, and leaped up.

Its tumbling figure swept over Fengyuan's head in the water and landed steadily on the opposite bank.

At this point, his physical attributes, after being enhanced, far exceeded those of ordinary people, making it easy for him to leap across such a not-so-wide river.

Feng Yuan's physical abilities are even stronger than his, so he can certainly do the same thing. However, he can't rely on brute force for everything; what he needs now is skill.

Minghui put Fengyuan's clothes aside, and then followed the monk Shiguan as they walked further away.

By this time, the sun had fully risen, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, dappling the ground and dispelling the mist in the mountains and forests.

"Hmm, this one is just right."

After walking for a long time, the monk with ten strings of cash finally chose his target.

He put down the basket on his back, walked to the tree he had chosen, stroked its trunk, and murmured, "It's growing too densely, too lush and messy. This isn't good."

"Hey!"

With a soft shout, the monk with ten strings of cash raised his hand, forming a palm-blade shape, and slashed through the air.

"Crack!"

After a barely audible thud, a branch as thick as a child's arm fell to the ground.

Minghui's eyes widened slightly; just a moment ago, he seemed to have seen a flash of light.

"Master Shi Guan, is this how you usually chop wood?" Minghui couldn't help but ask.

The monk picked up the branch from the ground, ran his right hand over it, and the protruding twigs immediately fell off. Then he chopped it three times, splitting the branch into three appropriately sized pieces, and put them in his basket.

Hearing Minghui's question, he seemed somewhat puzzled and said, "Shouldn't chopping wood be done this way?"

Minghui's lips twitched.

Okay, you're the boss, you call the shots!

The monk with ten strings of cash chopped off a few more tree branches using the same method, then stopped moving and looked at Minghui, saying, "My body is finally failing me. I'm tired, young man. How about you help me with the rest?"

"You can just call me Minghui."

Seeing the monk with ten strings of cash looking neither red nor out of breath, and appearing quite energetic, Minghui was somewhat speechless.

But he didn't refuse; he watched from the sidelines for a long time, which made him want to try it himself.

After a quick search, Minghui quickly selected his target. The branch was about three fingers thick, which was just right for him to use for his experiment.

With a slight concentration, Minghui found the right angle and slashed with his right hand in an instant.

"Crack!"

The branch snapped in response, but Minghui frowned.

It doesn't feel right!

This time, he relied more on absolute strength, focusing on a powerful brick-throwing technique, unlike the effortless ease of the monk who had just used the ten-string monk.

The monk with ten strings of cash stepped forward and said with a smile, "Your technique is wrong; it's too strenuous. You need to carefully observe the texture of the branch. The texture is like its veins. If you apply force along it, you can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

"Also, when exerting force, it must be done in one smooth motion, without the slightest hesitation or pause. It's like a fully drawn bowstring; once released, it must be swift and resolute."

Minghui seemed to be deep in thought. While pondering the words of the monk with ten strings of cash, he turned his gaze to the next branch.

"Crack!"

Minghui shook his head; it still didn't feel right.

The monk's words about the ten strings of cash sounded simple, but putting them into practice was not so easy.

Watching Minghui keep trying, the monk with ten strings of cash sat down happily to the side and stopped talking.

Time passed quickly, but Minghui still hadn't succeeded even after the basket was completely filled with firewood; his hands were swollen from chopping.

"Alright, alright, that's enough."

The monk with ten strings of cash got up from the ground and put the basket back on his back.

Minghui looked down at his hands, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Master Shi Guan, I think I'm starting to get the hang of it."

During his final chop, Minghui clearly felt a difference in his grip, but unfortunately, he was still a little short and failed.

"Oh, so fast? But don't rush, you need to balance work and rest."

The monk with ten strings of cash walked past Minghui with light steps.

"Time to go back for dinner!"

Watching the monk with ten strings of cash walk away, Minghui shrugged and quickly chased after him.

Chapter 52 You want to learn? I'll teach you!

Minghui followed the monk Shiguan back to Baiyun Temple, and halfway there he called Fengyuan, who was still practicing jumping across the stream, back with him.

After practicing all morning, Fengyuan had gotten a feel for it, but he was still far from successfully executing the "Jiang Leap".

The repeated falls into the water during practice left him soaking wet. His clothes, soaked with the icy mountain stream water, clung to his skin, and every step he took was a pulling sensation, making him very uncomfortable.

In comparison, the extra weight added by soaked clothes is negligible.

Fengyuan could only take off her outer clothes, leaving only her light underwear, which made her feel a little better.

As he walked, he noticed Minghui's slightly red right hand and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Minghui, what happened to your hand?"

Minghui waved his hand dismissively and said, "It's nothing. I just learned some new moves from Master Shiguan."

He then explained his recent experience to Fengyuan.

Feng Yuan's eyes lit up as he listened. He glanced at the monk with ten strings of cash walking ahead, then leaned close to Ming Hui and whispered, "It sounds just like the training you told me about turning the body into a weapon, but this move focuses more on technique."

"I want to learn this too! It will definitely increase the power of my hand chop!"

Feng Yuan was somewhat pleased. The captain was indeed amazing. This trip to Xinshan was definitely worthwhile. If he could learn these two new moves, it would greatly enhance his strength.

“Okay, I’ll teach you once I’ve learned it.” Minghui smiled and said, “But you have to learn how to jump over the ravine first. Don’t get distracted, or it will reduce your efficiency.”

"I see."

Feng Yuan nodded; he understood this principle.

The journey back was so boring that Minghui started looking around.

Just then, his eyes lit up. In the basket of the monk with ten strings of cash, he saw a straight wooden stick, just the right length and thickness, which seemed to exude endless charm.

The wooden stick was so striking that Minghui couldn't resist the urge to pick it up. He walked over, pulled the stick out of his basket, and examined it closely.

"Hey, this little thing is really unique!"

He swung it a couple of times and found the feel was just right.

This emboldened him even more, and he began hacking and slashing wildly, wielding the wooden stick with impressive skill, looking quite impressive in the process.

Halfway through his dance, Minghui noticed a lone branch extending from a tree not far away. A glint flashed in his eyes, and he took a step forward, bringing his long staff down in a swift motion.

"Crack!"

With a slight sound, the section of tree trunk immediately broke off and fell to the ground.

Minghui looked down and saw that the wooden stick, which was also made of wood, was not damaged after the blow, except for a tiny scratch at the point of impact.

He felt a slight jolt in his heart.

Succeeded?

That move was just a spur-of-the-moment thing he did, and he didn't intentionally use any of the techniques taught by the Ten Strings Monk. But whether it was by chance or not, the effect of that move far exceeded his expectations.

"Wow, that's amazing! I think I really saw a flash of light just now!" Feng Yuan exclaimed in amazement.

The monk with ten strings of cash also witnessed this scene. He stroked his beard, his eyes gleaming, and said softly, "Hmm, I think I know what I need to teach you."

Minghui turned his head: "Hmm?"

............

Back at Baiyun Temple, the monk with ten strings of cash put down his basket first, then walked into the house without looking back, leaving the two looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Where did Master Shi Guan go?"

Fengyuan put her clothes back on; the clothes that had been soaked through were almost dry after walking all this way.

Minghui shook his head and glanced at the tattered wooden stick in his hand.