Chapter 9: The Foggy Marsh! (Part 1)
"Heavenly Fist." Xiaohui said calmly, "This set of fist techniques is divided into three levels. Once all three levels are mastered, it's the pinnacle of a high-level martial artist. If one reaches the 'Great Completion' realm within this set of fist techniques, they can rival the greatest warriors!"
"Tang Lin couldn't help but be shocked, 'Directly cultivating into a martial artist's fist method?'"
"Not bad. This set of fist techniques can exercise all 360 bones in the human body, including ** and skull." Little Gray said directly: "Today I'll teach you the fist spectrum, tomorrow you can start practicing. Now your body has passed the 'bone plasticity' stage, but under the stimulation of Blood Cloud Pill, all the bones in your body have loosened. This set of 'Tian Xing Quan' (Heavenly Movement Fist) can mobilize the heaven and earth's primordial energy during practice, tempering your bones, and will make your bones return to the 'bone plasticity' period."
"Hmm!" Tang Lin nodded heavily.
"The Heavenly Fist's first layer of fist techniques, mainly focuses on exercising the body's acupoints. Stand up, I'll teach you the postures. The first layer has eighteen postures, connected in a continuous cycle, repeated and circulated, unfolding like a vast river..." Little Grey began instructing Tang Lin.
Tang Lin stood up in the room and struck a pose as requested by Xiao Hui.
"Arms raised, knees slightly bent, hips lifted, back straightened, neck stretched with force, fists clenched..."
Under Xiaohui's guidance, Tang Lin continued to correct his mistakes in posture, and time quietly passed by.
The next day, Tang Lin returned from the academy and began his training directly.
"Bang bang bang......"
In the courtyard, Tang Lin's body was like a dragon, flipping and changing various postures, sometimes standing alone like a golden rooster, sometimes spreading its wings like a giant peng bird, sometimes grasping sand like a monkey, and sometimes swinging its tail like a scorpion.
Splash! Splash!
After completing the eighteen sets of moves, Tang Lin's movements did not stop, continuing to practice in a repetitive cycle, his fists striking out with a whooshing sound like a bellows being pumped, his sleeves fluttering back and forth with a sharpness like a knife edge.
Once, twice, thrice...
Tang Lin was drenched in sweat, but he didn't stop. His body continued to frantically exercise, and the more his body reached its limits, the better the effect would be. His muscles would gradually enter a state of hunger, then wildly devour the free energy in the air, strengthening his body!
As he practiced non-stop, the eighteen moves of this fist technique gradually became second nature to him, and Tang Lin almost didn't need to think about it, his hands and feet automatically executing the moves as if his body had memorized them.
Crack! Crack!
His entire skeleton was burning with heat, Tang Lin's skin turned bright red, and his nostrils shot out scorching white air, yet in the cold winter, he was sweating profusely.
After nearly two hours of non-stop practice, Tang Lin gradually felt that his strength was being drained away, and even lifting his arms was extremely strenuous. He struggled to continue for two more rounds before finally stopping due to exhaustion.
"Starting now, train your finger strength." Xiao Hui shouted sternly like a drill instructor beside him: "Support your body with both hands on the ground, do a handstand and get up, do 100 handstand push-ups!"
Tang Lin's mouth was bitter, but he could only grit his teeth, with the palm of his hand stuck to the ground, and his toes slightly kicked off. His body immediately flipped over and stood up, but swayed unsteadily. He had no choice but to stretch his legs straight and exercise his arm muscles.
One, two, three...
Sweat dripped from Tang Lin's face onto the sandy ground, seeping in and soon leaving a patch of water marks.
Father left the Wu Guan, Tang Lin felt unbound in his heart, every day's training time increased, each time was exhausted before stopping.
Under this daily training, the days of attending classes in the academy became the most relaxing and happy moments for Tang Lin, leading to his rapid progress, especially in calligraphy, with handwriting that even the masters of the academy couldn't help but praise.
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The cold air grew heavier, and the eaves of Longxiang City were lined with rows of icicles. The snow fell heavily, like feathers falling from a giant beast's body, fluttering down in a rustling sound.
The stone lion outside the Pure Yang Martial Hall was covered with white snow, Tang Lin pushed open the door and looked at the empty street, carrying his book bag straight to the east of the city.
Before long, they came in front of a magnificent building, on the top of which was a wooden carving of a red carp.
"You've arrived, Captain Hong has been waiting for you for a long time." A young gatekeeper saw Tang Lin and showed a respectful and affectionate smile on his face.
"Alright, lead the way." Tang Lin nodded and said.
The young gatekeeper immediately led the way in front, although Tang Lin had a bookish air about him, but he didn't underestimate his opponent. Since a month ago, this child who looked like he was only eleven or twelve years old came here every day, and several gatekeepers were familiar with him, also knowing that this child was a respected guest of Captain Hong!
Although I don't know what background this kid has, judging from Captain Hong's attitude, no one dares to be negligent.
Through a courtyard, along a corridor, came to a elegant pavilion.
The arbor was like a teahouse, with swords hanging on the walls. Inside, a young man sat drinking tea, his sword placed in front of him. As he sipped his tea, he stroked the engravings on the scabbard, as if feeling the life force of the sword.
"Captain Hong." The young gatekeeper said respectfully.
The young man slightly furrowed his brow, turned around and saw Tang Lin, immediately brightened up, smiled and stood up to welcome him, politely saying: "It's so cold, it can't be easy for you to walk over here."
Tang Lin waved his hand.
On the surface, he was indeed a bookworm, but in reality, after a month of hard training, he had already become a mid-level martial artist, able to lift three hundred giant boulders with ease, and the cold was no longer a concern for him.
"I brought twenty 'Lian Guang Fu' talismans today, which are a type of sensory talisman. Once any demon or monster approaches within a hundred zhang of your body, the talisman will immediately light up. If the demon is within ten zhang of your body, the talisman will automatically activate and envelop the demon's body, making it shine brightly, allowing you to clearly identify the target."
Tang Lin flipped his palm, took out twenty talismans from the book basket, and looked at Hong Cheng: "This kind of responsive talisman is more expensive than defensive talismans."
"What's an induction class talisman?" Hong Cheng's eyes lit up as he heard this.
"Last time in the Misty Swamp, although we had the defensive talismans you provided and didn't suffer any casualties, we were still forced to retreat by those monsters. Although our numbers could have killed them off, they were too cunning, appearing and disappearing at will. Some of the more powerful ones even seemed to have learned some basic transformation magic, able to change into the grass or trees around us, making it impossible to defend against. Hong Cheng looked at the talisman in Tang Lin's hand, 'Is this thing really that useful?'"
"Are you questioning my credit?" Tang Lin's eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Hong Cheng hastily waved his hand and said, "No, no, thanks to your teacher's talismans earlier, the effect was even better than I imagined. How could I doubt it? It's just that I'm really too excited, and I was worried about this matter, but you brought such a good talisman."
"This symbol is good, but it's difficult to make and costs three times as much as the 'Moon Clock Symbol', thirty taels per piece!" Tang Lin said calmly.
