Chapter 57 Qi and Blood

"Power comes from the ground, shoulders drop elbows, waist loosen and hips drop, shoulders support elbows horizontally, round crotch wrap knees..."

The "Chiyang Zhuang Gong" frame was set up in the open space in the yard. Under the scorching sun, it seemed as if it was wrapped in flames, and there was a burning sensation all over the body.

"Power comes from the ground, its roots are in the feet, dominated by the waist and hips, passing through the shoulders and arms, and shaped in the wrists and fingers."

Zhong Lin silently recited the power-generating techniques of "Chiyang Zhuang Gong" in his heart, and adjusted his body posture little by little.

At this time, Zhong Lin had been standing in this yard for two hours. The blood coagulation method is different from the dynamic exercises of "Tieshan Gong". It seems simple, but it is extremely difficult to get started. If there is a slight mistake, not only can you not feel the location of the blood, but your body will be more tired and exhausted.

There is no exercise, but Zhong Lin is already sweating and his muscles are sore.

"Shitou, what is Dalin doing?"

"Practicing Kungfu."

"Why don't you move while practicing Kungfu? Just standing there?"

"I don't know, my second brother said he was practicing Kungfu."

"Then can we practice?"

"No, my second brother said we are still young and our bones haven't grown yet. It will take a few more years, otherwise we won't grow tall."

Xiu Ge'er and Xiao Shitou were lying in front of the window, looking at Zhong Lin in the yard, whispering to each other.

Snap! Snap!

Just when the two were about to say something else, suddenly a ruler fell on their buttocks, accompanied by a scream, and the two jumped up.

"Have you memorized the book? Or have you finished practicing calligraphy?"

Old man Xu walked out of the shadows with a gloomy face, and slapped the ruler in his hand twice on his palm, scaring the two little guys so much that they didn't dare to neglect it. They quickly returned to their seats, picked up the brush and started practicing calligraphy.

Zhong Lin in the yard also slowly opened his eyes and shook his numb arms and thighs.

"System."

Host: Zhong Lin

Skills:

Law: Iron Mountain Kungfu (full level), Black Tiger Fist (full level)

Skills: Iron Sand Palm (full level), Rolling Stone Fist (full level), Archery (full level), Flying Locust Stone (full level), Willow Catkins (full level), Wind-Breaking Sword Skill (full level), Instant Kill Skill (full level), Breath-Suppression Skill (full level), Breath-Searching Skill (full level), Eight Steps to Chase Cicadas (full level), Hibiscus Golden Needle (full level)

Miscellaneous: 3D Painting (full level), Calligraphy (full level), Cooking (full level), Medical Skills (full level), Medicine (full level), Disguise Skills (full level), Ventriloquism (full level), Lock Picking (full level),

Skill Points: ∞

The system panel still has no skills of "Red Sun Posture Kungfu". Without condensing Qi and Blood, "Red Sun Palm" has not been refined.

On the contrary, the two martial arts of "Eight Steps to Chase Cicadas" and "Hibiscus Golden Needle" were practiced by Zhong Lin.

"Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada" is a light footwork that emphasizes rapid bursts in a short period of time. As for "Hibiscus Golden Needle", it is a hidden weapon technique. From the name, you can tell that the hidden weapon is a needle-like dart that is more secretive than the locust stone.

These two are just ordinary martial arts, so Zhong Lin naturally learned them easily.

"What's wrong? Why can't I sense the blood?"

Zhong Lin frowned, constantly thinking about what went wrong.

"The Complete Book of Jingyue, Blood Symptoms, says that people have yin and yang, which are blood and qi. Yang controls qi, so when qi is full, the spirit is vigorous; yin controls blood, so when blood is abundant, the body is strong. Life depends on only this."

"According to my understanding, the combination of breathing method and standing meditation can sense qi and blood. The breathing method may not seem complicated, but it takes years to form a breathing habit. It is much more difficult to adjust or even go against the flow than the breathing method of the previous Iron Mountain Kungfu."

Thinking of this, Zhong Lin subconsciously touched his chest. Just when he was adjusting his breathing, he felt a tightness in his chest and almost got a stitch in the side.

"It's time to eat."

When Zhong Lin was about to continue practicing the Chiyang Standing Meditation, a loud shout from Mrs. Xu in the kitchen brought him back to his senses.

Zhong Lin also pressed his thoughts and stopped struggling. This Chiyang Standing Meditation was just a practice he had just done. It was normal that he could not practice it in a short time. Don't worry, just do it slowly after dinner.

The food had already been served on the table, four dishes.

Cold spinach and black fungus, stir-fried pumpkin slices, stir-fried beans with bacon, cold lettuce.

Plus a basket of mixed flour buns.

These are seasonal vegetables grown by Mrs. Xu at home, and they have become delicacies on the table after her hands.

Each dish has a lot of portions, especially the basket of mixed flour buns, each of which is the size of a bowl, with more than 20 of them. A normal strong man would be full after eating three, and Xiao Shitou and his friends would be full after eating half of one.

After washing his hands, Zhong Lin sat in the main seat, and everyone was waiting for him to start eating.

Zhong Lin is the backbone of this group family. Everyone, whether it is Xiao Shitou or the old man Xu's family, is dependent on Zhong Lin in the war and chaos. In everyone's common understanding, the head of the family should enjoy such treatment.

"Eat it all!"

Zhong Lin started to eat first, and then everyone started to eat.

He picked up a mixed flour bun with his left hand, took a bite of the vegetable, and the steamed bun the size of a bowl fell into his stomach in a few seconds.

No mistake, just go to the 6-9 book forum!

As the martial arts progressed, Zhong Lin's appetite grew. The basket of mixed buns on the table was actually prepared for him.

There was no other way. If there was not enough oil and water, he could only make up for it with carbohydrates.

This was because Zhong Lin had prepared in advance and collected a lot of food. I don't know how many people outside had stopped eating at this time.

...

Outside the Black Mountain City.

The forest that should have been lush and green had already turned into a wasteland. All the trees had been cut down to make siege weapons. On the empty land, some refugees were sitting or lying in groups of three or two.

Each of these refugees was dressed in rags, with dull hair, dull eyes, and skinny bodies, like walking corpses.

Bang, bang, bang!

The sound of the gong was resounding, and everyone's attention was instantly attracted.

A tall man walked out of the crowd, beating the gong in his hand.

"Everyone listen, General Guo of the righteous army is recruiting soldiers. Only men between the ages of fifteen and forty are recruited. Those who are willing to join the righteous army will get two pounds of mixed noodles. The number is limited, and no one will be waiting after the deadline."

"I'll say it again. Only men between the ages of fifteen and forty are recruited. As long as you join the righteous army, you can get two pounds of mixed noodles."

With these shouts, one figure after another among the chaotic victims slowly stood up and slowly moved towards the direction of the chaotic army's camp.

"Dad, you can't go! You can't go. What will happen to us if you go?"

"If I don't go, Xiaozhu will starve to death. With those two pounds of mixed noodles, maybe you can survive."

This is a husband saying goodbye to his wife and children.

"Son! I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry. You can't go there. People will die. I saw so many dead people today. The soil was dyed red. You can't go!"

A mother held her thin son and cried.

Everyone knew the danger of siege, but compared to dying in battle, they were more reluctant to die of starvation.

The most painful way to die at this time was to die of starvation.