I practiced with a cheat

A medieval wordless stele?

Zhou Heng's eyes narrowed when he heard this. Could this be the reason why Honghua Palace and Wenhuang Sect wanted to persuade the disciples of Jinglei Villa to participate in the martial arts competition?

——The so-called medieval times refer to 10,000 years ago.

It is said that it was an unprecedentedly prosperous era, with nine gods of the first rank in the world, known as the Nine Saints.

But later, that brilliant era came to an abrupt end for no reason, many powerful people disappeared, and many inheritances were cut off.

Only a few sects have been passed down to this day.

Chunyang Sect is one of them.

"This wordless stele is really so magical that anyone can comprehend martial arts from it." Zhou Heng asked.

"That's not the case." Shopkeeper Bai smiled and shook his head, saying: "In fact, on the contrary, only a few people can comprehend martial arts from the wordless stele.

"Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the Wang family took the initiative to take out the wordless stele as a reward for the martial arts competition, allowing outsiders to comprehend it and then leave the martial arts they comprehended.

"By the way, I have to explain to you that although the Wang family uses the opportunity to comprehend the wordless stele as a reward, there are restrictions on the martial arts that are comprehended.

"First of all, the martial arts that are comprehended from the wordless stele must be copied in the Wang family, and the original comprehender must not teach it to others on his own. If he wants to teach it to others, he must notify the Wang family in writing and get permission. "

"Then isn't this equivalent to the martial arts of the Wang family?" Zhou Heng said in astonishment. Although this martial arts was comprehended from the Wang family's wordless stele, it is too overbearing that the warrior himself does not even have the qualifications to teach it himself.

"There is nothing we can do about it." Shopkeeper Bai sighed softly: "For many warriors, if they cannot join the sect, they can only learn higher-level martial arts by working for the martial arts hall or taking the official route.

"But both of these paths will have various rules and restrictions, and the latter will have high requirements. If you want to be free and casual, you can only put your hope on the adventures in the martial arts world. In comparison, the martial arts gained by comprehending the wordless stele are much more practical.

"Even if the Wang family will impose various restrictions on this martial art, people are generally free and there are no rules and regulations. In this comparison, many warriors will naturally flock to the Wang family's martial arts competition."

"That's understandable." Zhou Heng nodded slightly. After all, the majority of people in the world are ordinary people and ordinary warriors. People who come from big families and can join the sect are a minority after all.

"Are you also interested in this martial arts competition?" asked Shopkeeper Bai.

"I'm interested in that wordless stele." Zhou Heng smiled. If what he thought before was correct, as long as he approached that wordless stele, he would have a high probability of meeting someone from the Plague Emperor Sect.

"That wordless stele is indeed mysterious, and it's normal for you to be interested. "Shopkeeper Bai said with a smile: "The top five in the final competition will have the opportunity to comprehend the wordless tablet. If you are interested, you only need to get into the top five. With your strength, it should not be a problem."

Since Zhou Heng used his own identity when he showed the Chunyang Palace waist badge, Shopkeeper Bai already knew that he was the "Broken Bone Injury" ranked 99th on the list.

With such a level of strength, it would be no problem to sweep the Wang family's competition, let alone the top five.

However, it is said that there will be masters in the top 50 of the list in this competition, so Shopkeeper Bai did not say everything, but only said the top five.

"When is it exactly?" Zhou Heng asked.

"The competition will be held on the third day of July half a month later." Shopkeeper Bai said: "The previous few times were two days of competition, and the awards were issued on the fifth day of July. That day is also the birthday of the old man of the Wang family."

"That's still some time, so I'll trouble Shopkeeper Bai. "Zhou Heng said.

"What are you talking about? We, the servants sent out to other places, have a good life now because of Chunyang Palace. It is our duty to help you. "Shopkeeper Bai said with a smile.

...

After settling down in Shopkeeper Bai's medicine shop.

Zhou Heng began a peaceful and harmonious life of cultivation. Every day, in addition to meditating and refining Qi, improving the proficiency of Xiantian Gong, he practiced Six-Way Broken Plum Hand and Dugu Nine Swords.

The movement of practicing Purple Thunder Seven Strike was too loud, so he just practiced the moves with his palm instead of the sword, and his proficiency increased slowly.

As for the art of fighting with both hands, this martial art is actually closer to a skill in essence. As long as you find the trick, your proficiency will increase quite quickly.

Martial arts:

...

[Eighth Rank] Fighting with Both Hands: Advanced (1568/3000)

[Seventh Rank] Xiantian Gong: Intermediate (265/2000)

[Seventh Rank] Six-Way Broken Plum Hand: Intermediate (157/2000)

[Seventh Rank] Dugu Nine Sword: Intermediate (1885 /2000)

[Fourth-grade Supreme] Seven Purple Thunder Strikes: Fifth Layer (412/5000)

…

At the eighth-grade level, he possessed several seventh-grade martial arts, and even had the low-level application of fourth-grade supreme martial arts. Such a "lineup" is rare even in the top martial arts sects of the world.

Compared with the disciples of ordinary sects, Zhou Heng's martial arts are really much stronger.

They are not in the same league at all.

With his current strength, ordinary seventh-grade disciples are unlikely to be his opponents. Only some seventh-grade disciples from large sects and big families have the strength to fight with him for a few moves, but the chances of winning are still slim.

Only a strong seventh-grade disciple who possesses several unique skills, or a master who has reached the peak of the seventh grade and has glimpsed some of the mysteries of the third grade, can truly threaten Zhou Heng now.

Time passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Heng had already lived with Shopkeeper Bai for ten days.

During these days, Shopkeeper Bai took great care of him, and prepared food, clothing, housing and transportation very well, with almost no omissions.

It can be seen how attentive Shopkeeper Bai was.

After these days, Zhou Heng also became familiar with some people in Shopkeeper Bai's family.

Shopkeeper Bai had a wife, an eight-year-old daughter named Bai Yuejian, and an apprentice in the medicine shop, who was also Shopkeeper Bai's adopted son, a sixteen-year-old boy named Bai Jingtian.

Every morning, the little girl Bai Yuejian would bring a pot of boiled tea to Zhou Heng, and Bai Jingtian would come to clean Zhou Heng's room, making sure it was clean and tidy so that Zhou Heng could live comfortably.

One day, after Zhou Heng had breakfast, he stood in the backyard of the medicine shop.

Xiantian Gong also has standing practice. Practicing it in the standing state can not only enhance the internal energy, but also warm the blood of the whole body, so that the body can be nourished by the internal energy.

Moreover, when standing in the standing state, looking into the distance, emptying the mind, can also feel the charm of heaven and earth, and warm the soul.

When Zhou Heng was standing in the standing state, a little girl in a white dress was sitting on a stone bench not far away, dragging her chin and looking at him intently.

The little girl looked only seven or eight years old, with a delicate and charming appearance, like a porcelain doll, very cute, and it was Bai Yuejian, the daughter of the shopkeeper Bai.

Every day after she came to deliver tea to Zhou Heng, she would watch Zhou Heng standing in the standing state. At the beginning, she would imitate him, but later she found that the standing posture was too tiring and gave up, and just sat there and watched.

——The most important thing about Xiantian Gong is the inner energy running method. Standing is just an external aid to the running of the inner energy. If you really care about it, it is at most equivalent to the ninth-grade standing exercise. Even if someone learns it, it doesn’t matter. Zhou Heng doesn’t care, and Bai Yuejian doesn’t look like she can learn it.

When Zhou Heng finished the exercise, the little girl cheered and said, "Big brother, your eyes were so bright just now, just like two lights, so amazing!"

"This is the divine light that bursts out naturally when the spirit is full." Zhou Heng smiled and touched her head, saying, "If you learn martial arts, you will have such skills sooner or later."

"Woo, learning martial arts is too hard." Bai Yuejian shook her little head and messed up her hair again, saying, "Daddy said that it’s not good for me, a girl, to learn martial arts, but I like to watch big brother practicing martial arts. You look so good when you practice!"

She is obsessed with face at a young age.

"Don't just look at people's faces in the future." Zhou Heng reminded with a smile, then looked around and asked in confusion: "Hey, where's your brother?"

He was talking about Bai Jingtian, the adopted son of Shopkeeper Bai.

Although this young man was an apprentice in the medicine shop, he was also an apprentice in a martial arts school. He practiced martial arts very hard, but his aptitude was not good, and he could not understand many tricks, so his martial arts progressed very slowly.

And this young man was quite shy and not very good at communicating with people.

In fact, as early as when Zhou Heng moved in, Bai Jingtian had the intention to ask Zhou Heng for advice.

After all, a seventeen-year-old master on the human list and an eighth-grade martial artist, these titles were already masters among masters in his opinion.

But because of his personality, it was not until five days ago that Bai Jingtian mustered up the courage to ask Zhou Heng some questions about martial arts.

Zhou Heng had a good impression of this ordinary person who was hardworking and was happy to explain.

Moreover, Bai Jingtian only asked about some basic martial arts that were not yet in the rank. At most, he asked about the ninth-rank swordsmanship taught in the martial arts hall. For Zhou Heng now, teaching martial arts of this level was almost the same as teaching addition and subtraction within ten.

Every word Zhou Heng said could enlighten Bai Jingtian and benefit him greatly. The speed of his martial arts improvement was visible to the naked eye and was very rapid.

Therefore, Bai Jingtian would come to him for advice almost every morning. He felt a little strange that he didn't see Bai Jingtian today.

"Well, brother, he's fine. Maybe he had a lot of things to do today, so he didn't come." Bai Yuejian covered his eyes with a pair of small white hands and whispered.

Seeing this, Zhou Heng smiled and said, "And why did you cover your eyes?"

"Daddy said that eyes are windows to the soul, and when people lie, their eyes will change." Bai Yuejian covered his eyes and lowered his head, saying, "I covered my eyes, so you, big brother, can't find out that I'm lying."

"Haha, are you deliberately letting me find out that you're lying?" Zhou Heng smiled, and then said, "Tell me, what happened to Bai Jingtian?"

"Sir, let me tell you myself." At this time, Bai Jingtian came over, his eyes were a little swollen, and he looked like he was beaten.

"Ah, brother, I didn't tell anyone about your injury!" Bai Yuejian immediately ran away, saying as he ran, "Big brother, I'll leave my brother to you!"

After a while, he disappeared.

Bai Jingtian is a 16-year-old boy with an ordinary appearance. He is quite strong because of his long-term martial arts practice. He is also tall and is a very energetic young man.

"What's going on?" Zhou Heng asked. He had a good impression of Bai Jingtian.

"Mr. Lao is worried, but it's nothing..." Bai Jingtian hesitated for a moment, then said, "I just lost a few moves in a competition and got hurt."

"You didn't let Yuejian tell me, because you wanted to practice hard and win back?" Zhou Heng chuckled.

"Yeah." Bai Jingtian nodded and said, "The one who beat me was my senior brother who entered the martial arts school two months earlier than me. I am indeed not as good as him, I admit this, but I will beat him sooner or later."

"Since it was just a competition between fellow disciples, why did you get hurt like this?" Zhou Heng saw that he was hiding something and said, "You have other conflicts."

"...No, no." Bai Jingtian shook his head.

"To be honest." Zhou Heng said lightly, his tone full of majesty.

"Uh...yes, my senior brother heard that there was a master living in my house and was interested in participating in the Wang family's martial arts competition, and his elders were also going to participate in the martial arts competition, so there was some verbal dispute.

"This master is naturally you, sir, and my senior brother said some disrespectful words when he talked about you. I couldn't stand it, so I argued with him, and then we started fighting. But I was not good at learning skills, and I was ashamed of your teachings, so I was defeated in the end. "Bai Jingtian lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I have caused you trouble."

"What did he say about me? "Zhou Heng said with a smile.

"This, this... He said that you just came from the countryside to live with your poor relatives, and you know a little bit of kung fu, and you can only teach apprentices like me, and you are not worthy of participating in martial arts competitions. "Bai Jingtian whispered.

"It's interesting, your senior brother's brain may not be very good. "Zhou Heng smiled, and then said: "Tell me, how did you lose at that time, and which moves did you lose?"