#23 - Chapter 23: Martial Arts - Rebirth starts with many children and good fortune

Returning to the spot where the new disciples were to be arranged, he saw three people. He looked at Niu Laoshi and asked, "Has no one else arrived yet?"

Niu Laoshi steadily replied, "Not yet. They'll probably be a little late. Where were you yesterday? You didn't come."

Cheng Feng responded casually, "I had some things to take care of at home yesterday. By the time I finished, it was already midnight."

Niu Laoshi asked curiously, "What does your family do that requires help so late?"

"From Liu Family Village, helping with the work in the fields," Cheng Feng said plainly.

Hearing this, Niu Laoshi didn't ask further and directed Cheng Feng, "Since it's your first day, they should assign you an instructor. Ninth Brother arranged for Qian Ming before. If nothing's changed, he should be teaching you too."

Cheng Feng asked curiously, "Has he taught you guys before? What's he like?"

Niu Laoshi didn't speak, but gave Cheng Feng a look.

Following Niu Laoshi's gaze, a man with a stern expression and a tight face walked towards Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng's heart skipped a beat. It seemed he was quite strict.

That was fine too. Better to have him focus on the work and not be too slick or fond of drinking.

He glanced at his stats panel, which was the same as last night. After doing it twice with Zhang Cai'er, a new piece of information had appeared.

Name: Cheng Feng

Lifespan: 16 (62)

Talent: Blessed with Many Children

Skills: Fishing (Mastery 89%) +

Archery (Beginner 2%) +

Luck Points: 2

His fishing skill remained unchanged because he was too busy.

His archery skill had increased by one percent because he now had a bow and arrow at home, and he'd increased it by demonstrating and explaining it repeatedly when teaching the eldest and third child.

But perhaps due to his aptitude, the increase was too slow.

One point at a time. He still had to verify whether it would increase tonight.

Both the archery and fishing skills now had a '+' sign after their percentage.

Cheng Feng was considering whether to add the points. After thinking it over, he decided to wait until he got home.

What if he added the points here at the martial arts training ground and something changed about him? That wouldn't be good.

He wasn't in a hurry. If the source of the points was really what he suspected...

Then things would be amazing.

While Cheng Feng was pondering, Qian Ming walked over. He was also a young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, but his temperament and gait showed that he was accomplished in martial arts.

Qian Ming stood in front of Cheng Feng and introduced himself, "You must be Cheng Feng? My name is Qian Ming. I'll be the instructor for you six new recruits. If you have any issues or can't come, just let me know in advance."

Cheng Feng quickly cupped his hands and said, "I am Cheng Feng, greetings Instructor Qian."

Qian Ming waved his hand, "No need for so much ceremony. Once you pass the three-month assessment period, then we can formally exchange greetings."

Cheng Feng thought to himself, "So, hierarchy is everywhere."

However, Cheng Feng could understand. Ninth Brother Zhang Zhuo said that Wang Tieshan had run the martial arts school for over twenty years and only had nine inner disciples.

Cheng Feng didn't know the realms after skin refining, but he was sure that it became more difficult as one progressed.

Otherwise, there wouldn't only be nine inner disciples.

Qian Ming first asked Cheng Feng caringly, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Seeing Cheng Feng nod,

Qian Ming got straight to the point, "Since you've eaten, let's begin. It's good to digest it a bit. From now on, you should eat more breakfast. Never practice martial arts on an empty stomach, it won't be effective."

Qian Ming first checked the progress of Niu Laoshi and the others over the past few days, letting Cheng Feng watch.

Then he started teaching Cheng Feng from the beginning, having Niu Laoshi and the others compare themselves.

This was more efficient.

Standing face to face, Qian Ming demonstrated and explained to Cheng Feng, "What you guys will practice first is stance work. The main thing is the posture and coordination with breathing. Use the stance work to experience your own breathing and blood flow. Once the stance work is complete, you can mobilize your own potential strength. There's a sudden burst of force. With this force, you can move things several times or even dozens of times your own weight. This is the Force Refinement Realm."

Cheng Feng asked, "Then what will be used as the standard for my assessment?"

Qian Ming looked at Cheng Feng with admiration and said, "You've hit the nail on the head. Other martial arts schools usually use 8 times your own weight as a test of the effectiveness of stance work, while our Tieshan Martial Arts School uses ten times. Passing is considered to be ten times your own weight."

Speaking of this, Qian Ming even raised a hint of pride on his face.

Cheng Feng secretly calculated that his physique was roughly 110 pounds, and ten times that would be 1100 pounds. This was before practicing stance work. If he practiced stance work and then frantically supplemented his diet, his weight would definitely skyrocket.

He definitely wouldn't reach 200 pounds, so the range would be from 1100 pounds to below 1500 pounds.

The pressure was a bit high.

Was this stance work really that powerful?

Cheng Feng had heard stories in his previous life about a mother lifting a car to save her child.

This could be considered such an outburst.

Cheng Feng was becoming more and more curious.

This martial path was really too powerful.

Qian Ming explained the precautions again and encouraged Cheng Feng and the others, saying that once they passed the assessment, they would be considered one of their own.

Then he taught Cheng Feng the basics of the basics, "Ordinary people can't feel the flow of blood, so it's best to practice dynamic stances first, which is to coordinate the posture and breathing to guide the feeling of blood flow."

Qian Ming taught Cheng Feng every move. For the whole day, Cheng Feng practiced this set of stance work called Fixed Horse Stance.

Simple reaching out, raising arms, turning around, kicking legs, combined with timed humming, ha, hee, mu, similar pronunciations. A set of these was enough to make Cheng Feng sweat profusely and his arms and legs sore.

Cheng Feng had really gained some knowledge this time.

After a whole day, Cheng Feng only practiced three times.

Qian Ming pointed out, "You're not familiar with it yet, so you can't practice for too long. Only by familiarizing yourself with the movements every day, plus the effect of the fierce pronunciation, is it the best."

Cheng Feng clasped his fist, "Thank you for your instruction."

Then he asked, "The master said that my body still needs some medicine to make up for the deficiencies. Can you give me some guidance?"

Qian Ming was accustomed to this situation, "You can go to the medical hall and have a physician prescribe a prescription for you. The master usually mentions this when the inner organs have been deficient. This is more common among disciples from rural backgrounds, and it's not too expensive."

Hearing this, Cheng Feng's doubts were resolved, and he quickly thanked him.

Qian Ming didn't take credit and left when he saw the time.

After the man left, a voice next to Niu Laoshi said, "What's so great about him? He just came a few months earlier than me. In the future, we can also be instructors and drink a few more doses of medicinal soup."

Cheng Feng learned after chatting that after being an instructor for a long time, the martial arts school would give a subsidy for medicinal soup, which was also a way to encourage instructors.

After all, those who practice martial arts will regress if they don't advance.

After asking, Cheng Feng moved away from that person. Cheng Feng felt that he was not worth associating with, so it was better to stay away.

Walking slowly home, Zhang Cai'er had already prepared the meal.

There were vegetables, meat, rice, and soup.

Cheng Feng was very satisfied. He was indeed very hungry after practicing for a day.

He devoured the food.

Zhang Cai'er occasionally picked vegetables for Cheng Feng, with a smile on her face.

What had Cheng Feng been running around for before?

It was so that he wouldn't be burdened by these trivial matters.

To have a stable rear.

A safe harbor where he could hide from the wind and rain at any time.

He could just concentrate on practicing martial arts.