Chuanwu: Going back to the village to show off?I add some martial arts to become a saint

The same as boxing, the method of double cultivation of life and soul is generally similar.

Lin Qing has already refined Qi, and mastered the method of circling the sky and the breath of the fetus.

At this time, let him study Chapter 1 of Taiyi Jinhua Tenet, just like doing a first-grade problem in sixth grade, easy and easy.

"Wait until tomorrow night to practice the purpose of Taiyi Jinhua, and then break through to the second level."

At this time, Lin Qing hadn't fully adapted to the changes in his blood energy, so he didn't plan to rush for success.

There is a balance of yin and yang in Chinese medicine, and martial arts practitioners should pay more attention to this point.

Internal strength and external strength must be cultivated at the same time. Even if they are no longer interested in learning boxing, there is a reason why Qingyun Temple must let Taoist priests learn boxing.

If you practice too much boxing, your blood will boil, your bones and muscles will swell, and the energy in your body will increase a lot. If you urgently need to vent, you need internal strengthening exercises to maintain balance and avoid leakage of essence.

Conversely speaking, it is the same if you practice too much internal strength.

This is the yin deficiency and yang deficiency in traditional Chinese medicine. The essence of the problem is that the balance of yin and yang cannot be guaranteed.

Seeing that it was eleven o'clock, Lin Qing didn't stop thinking about it and fell asleep.

……

Having nothing to say all night, when Lin Qing woke up the next day, he felt refreshed, as if he had changed into another body, extremely comfortable.

Looking out of the window, looking at the eight poles, the surrounding field of vision has a panoramic view.

"I don't know how high the full level of Taiyi Jinhua Mission is."

During this period of practice, he already had a premonition that Baguazhang and Bajiquan are almost reaching their limits, but the proficiency of Taijiquan is still bottomless, and there is still room for growth.

But this Taiyi Jinhua Tenet is so powerful, it should not be inferior to Taijiquan.

"One level per day, countless muscle memories flooded into my brain, even with such horror, I can't bear it, so I won't go to the waterfall today."

Lin Qing muttered to himself, looking at his skill bar.

You can fill up the records of Shenxilu in the medical heart, and then see if you can create a new medical book in the Taoist temple.

And this Shaolin plum blossom pile has been shelved and not practiced, it's time to brush up to the full level and make an entry.

Making up his mind, Lin Qing raised his foot and walked towards the training ground.

However, as soon as he arrived at the venue, he found that those little Taoist priests had been here early yesterday, and seemed to be waiting for him.

"Don't you need to receive pilgrims or clean the hall?"

Seeing them surrounding excitedly, Lin Qing asked suspiciously.

"Today we take turns off."

Chong Wuzi swallowed his saliva, and said excitedly: "Brother Lin, we take a break today. These are Taoist priests who like to teach martial arts as much as I do. They are all here."

Lin Qing specifically said before that they are not allowed to call themselves old practitioners.

Seeing this group of highly respected Taoist priests in the eyes of pilgrims looking at him like this, he couldn't help but feel a little bit dumbfounded.

"I'm going to practice by myself today, so I won't punch you guys."

Lin Qing is not a professional boxer, he was able to teach them yesterday entirely on a whim.

After rejecting everyone, he searched for something that could practice plum blossom piles, and finally fixed his sight on the bamboo forest in the distance.

"If you use hollow bamboo as a pile and tie a load-bearing stone pier to your body, will there be any special effect?"

A light flashed in Lin Qing's mind.

Compared with wooden stakes, bamboo is lighter, different in size, and hollow in the middle, which tests the muscle control of the stakers more.

Adding stone piers to the body raised the difficulty level again.

Thinking of this, Lin Qing immediately decided to do it, and asked a Taoist priest for a sickle, cut the unsuitable size of bamboo into uneven stakes, and inserted them on the ground with the picture of Hunyuan stakes.

Then he jumped up, stepped on a bamboo with a brisk figure, and lost nearly 170 kilograms of weight with effort.

Step on the hollow bamboo and float up and down, and use the plantar nerves to constantly feel the difference between the bamboo pile and the wooden pile.

"Well, you can try."

Stepping back and forth twice, Lin Qing gradually found this feeling, and looked at the Taoist priests watching.

"Please do me a favor, please pass over the stone pier over there."

Once you are used to the bamboo stakes, let's add loads.

At this time, the Taoist priests were a little confused. Of course they knew that the well-known plum blossom pile would take seven or eight years of hard work just to walk on the pile like walking on the ground.

Unexpectedly, Lin Qing's mind was wide open, and he could adapt so quickly by looking at the thin and hollow bamboo stakes.

And now, he actually has to add weight? !

For martial arts practitioners, this is simply a blow to dimensionality reduction.

"Okay, okay!"

Chong Wuzi came to his senses and hurried to the stone pier that Lin Qing was pointing at.

Seeing two stone piers, one large and one small, placed on the ground, he didn't think much, he bent over and sank, his dantian exerted force, lifted the small stone piers, and ran over holding his breath.

However, Lin Qing waved his hand, pointed at the fifty-jin stone pier, and said embarrassedly:

"Uh, it's not it, it's the one next to it, it's troublesome."

Hearing this, the Taoist priests who were still discussing fell silent, and fell into deep self-doubt.

Chapter 125 Standing on the Bamboo Stake Cleverly, Someone from the South Sect Comes!

It's not that they haven't seen Shaolin plum blossom piles before. After all, they have stayed in this Taoist temple for a long time, and they can meet many masters of martial arts.

But no matter how skilled they are, they are just walking on plum blossom piles with sandbags tied to their bodies.

No one dared to hold a fifty-pound stone pier like this.

This made them fall into a deep doubt whether the plum blossom pile practiced by Lin Qing was the same thing as what they thought.

In fact, it's really not Lin Qing's pretense.

When he was in Xiheidui Village before, he could already practice boxing while standing on a pile with a [-]-jin heavy sandbag tied.

After such a long time, if there is no improvement, then don't practice this skill.

As for practicing like this under the noses of everyone, Lin Qing has actually thought about it.

Anyway, sooner or later, there is no way to escape. There are always people in this martial arts training ground, so you can't stop practicing boxing just because of the crowd, right?

If this is the case, then there is something wrong with the brain.

Slowly hugging the stone pier to his chest, Lin Qingchang took a deep breath, his lower body lowered slightly, and he was posing for the Baodan sitting on the hips, which is common in internal boxing.

When an ordinary person stands, the weight of the body is concentrated on the feet.

And after the whole body has turned into strength, Lin Qing distributed the strength to the muscles in all parts of the body in this posture.

So the slender bamboo under Lin Qing's feet didn't bend or split.

Compared with wooden piles, bamboo piles are more difficult. The main reason is that the force bearing area is too small and the center is hollow.

Therefore, Lin Qing, who was in a weight-bearing state, did not rush to take the first step, but kept adjusting his body shape until he maintained a perfect balance.

Balance technique is a profound knowledge of architecture.

If the attainments are deep enough, you can even use a small fulcrum to support an object that is a hundred times its weight.

When Lin Qing held on to this perfect spot for 2 minutes, he finally took a step out slowly.

Not far away, the Taoist who was watching us had forgotten to breathe.

As if crossing the river by feeling the stones, Lin Qing put one foot on the nearest wooden stake, feeling the balance point.

Afterwards, his dantian exploded, his waist exerted force rapidly, and his other foot was raised abruptly.

"Whoo~"

When Lin Qing's feet landed smoothly on the second bamboo, someone heaved a sigh of relief.

It is said that he is standing up, but in the eyes of everyone, Lin Qing is more like a knight in a martial arts movie with his feet on the bamboo forest and his clothes facing the wind, just like a startling knight.

Don't look at it as a simple step. In this short second, while ensuring explosive power and precision, it also tests its control. It can be said that Zhang Fei's embroidery is so wonderful.

The third step, the fourth step, Lin Qing's movements became more and more familiar.

His plum blossom pile has already been level four, and he can completely walk on the wooden pile like walking on the ground.

So adapting to bamboo stakes is only a matter of time.

Tiangang Zhuang, Beidou Zhuang, Fanxing Zhuang, Jiugong Zhuang.

Lin Qing's movements became more and more proficient, and he walked on the bamboo stake again and again.

He was holding a huge boulder in his arms, but his feet were alive and not chaotic, with many changes, there was an extreme sense of contrast.

After walking five full laps, Lin Qing jumped off the pile and let out a sigh of relief.

He could feel the redness of his lower limbs, and the blood flow was extremely fast. Not only was he not tired, but he still contained amazing strength. The meridians in his lower back became more active, and even the speed of Zhou Tian's circulation became faster.

"This plum blossom pile is really a good thing."

Lin Qing thumped his thigh, feeling a little unsatisfied.

Afterwards, he jumped up again, and out of excitement, he simply stood on it and opened Tai Chi.

……

Jue Guzi led seven or eight people into Qingyun Temple.

This group of people wore white silk and satin exercise uniforms. They were short and lean, with sharp eyes and calluses on their tiger's mouth. Even ordinary people could tell that they were practitioners.

In the center is an old man with white hair. Although he is only 1.6 meters tall, his words and deeds carry an inexplicable aura.

The old man looked around at the scene in the temple and smiled: "The last time I came to Qingyun Temple was three years ago, right?"

"I have to admit that the Taoist temple in the north is indeed more majestic and magnificent than ours, with a lot of grandeur."

Jue Guzi smiled slightly, and answered impeccably: "Master Fang was joking. The Taoist temples in the north pay attention to the simplicity and grandeur, while the Taoist temples in the south are quiet and beautiful. Every detail contains ingenuity. If the two can be combined a little bit and learn from each other, it can be called a great good."

Hearing this, the old man's eyes flashed with displeasure.

This emotion was hard to detect, and the other party quickly recovered his smile, and continued:

"We are just warriors, and we still can't appreciate this architectural art."

"By the way, Taoist priest, I heard that some time ago, a big incident happened in the Baji of Zheng's family. This incident was quite a big one, and even I was discussing it. Do you know something about it?"

With just the right doubt on his face, he asked in a low voice.

Jue Guzi lowered his head slightly: "It's hard for me to talk about other people's family affairs."

"Master Dao, this is not a family matter." A ruddy middle-aged man beside him shook his head and said with a smile, "This is a major event in the martial arts circle!"

"Renjie, the Taoist priest is not from our circle, so I don't know if that's normal?"

The old man surnamed Fang reprimanded, and then asked: "It seems that you should know what happened, let me hear it?"

Seeing the two singing together, Jue Guzi secretly sighed.

He had told Lin Qing before that during this period of time, the Southern Martial Arts Association came to Beijing, so they would naturally come to visit Qingyun Temple.

The old man with white hair and beard in the middle is the current president of the Nanpai Martial Arts Association and the head of Babulian Fang Jinyi.

And next to him is his son, Fang Renjie.

Fang Jinyi led a group of disciples here today, and the attitude of the conversation was obvious enough.

The North and South factions want to unite?Not only is it impossible, but it is also necessary to take advantage of the scandal of the Zheng family to make things worse.

"Hey, President Zheng is the best Liuhe gun in his life, but he was eager for quick success at the last moment, and he got the notoriety of fratricide."

After listening to Fang Renjie's narration, Fang Jinyi let out a long sigh with emotion:

"It's just a pity that I want to imitate Yang Guang and Li Shimin and do something great."

"Father, don't be confused."

Fang Renjie sneered, and said disdainfully: "What Li Shimin is worthy of him? At most, he is Hu Hai who is held in the palm of his hand, but a junior smashed his signboard. It really embarrasses my generation of martial artists!"

"You brat, what are you talking about!"