Rural Shennong

Bao Weiguo was glad that he was always very polite to Chen Ping, and did not show any disdain or contempt for Chen Ping like his grandson.

After being massaged by Chen Ping, Bao Weiguo fell into a deep sleep with a long-lost relaxation all over his body, as if he had taken a sauna in the dog days.

Seeing the old father's serene face and even and powerful breathing, Bao Chong gave Chen Ping a thumbs up, and then pointed outside.

Afraid of waking up his father, he wanted to go out and talk with Chen Ping.

After leaving the door, Bao Chong whispered: "Master Chen, I really don't know how to thank you."

"My dad hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time."

Chen Ping followed Bao Chong to a wooden pavilion in a small garden, and someone brought tea.

He smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing to do with a little effort."

Bao Weiguo poured a cup of tea for Chen Ping: "Doctor Chen is humble, I offer you a toast."

Two old men, and they have just met for a short time, and they have nothing in common.

Moreover, Bao Chong still has a rather boring personality, and he doesn't talk about nothing.

For a while, the atmosphere in the small pavilion was a bit awkward, neither of them knew what to say.

Chen Ping suddenly thought that Bao Chong was a warrior, and he just wanted to know about warriors.

He is very new to the world of martial arts.

If he hadn't met Gong Dashan's assassination in Jiang'an, he would not have known that there were such powerful people in this world.

"Mr. Bao, do you know the martial arts world well?"

Bao Chong froze for a moment: "Of course I understand, aren't you also a martial artist? Didn't your master tell you anything about the martial arts circle?"

Chen Ping shook his head: "I'm just a country handyman. I practiced it by myself. Where did I get such a master?"

"To be honest, you are only the second warrior I have ever seen."

"Mr. Bao, how many warriors are there in this world? Has anyone counted them?"

Talking about martial arts, Bao Weiguo's chatterbox opened up: "How big is the world, hidden in the deep mountains and old forests, how many masters are devoted to studying martial arts?"

"Even the Martial Arts Association dare not say that they can calculate an exact figure."

Chen Ping picked up the beautiful celadon teacup and played with it in his hand: "Oh? And the Martial Arts Association?"

Bao Chong smiled wryly, "You really don't know anything."

"I think your skill should have reached the level of a second-rate warrior."

"I'll take you to register with the Martial Arts Association when I have time."

"You don't have a teacher, it just so happens that the Martial Arts Association often releases some missions."

"As long as you complete the task and accumulate enough points, you can exchange for some things like exercises and medicine."

"Besides, with the certification from the Martial Arts Association, if you meet any unscrupulous gangsters outside, you can save your hands when you show your ID."

Chen Ping has no interest in the Martial Arts Association, he doesn't like being controlled by others.

Bao Chong said that he was a second-rate martial artist, and he was a little curious: "Mr. Bao, do you think I am a second-rate martial artist?"

"You mean, do warriors still have grades?"

Bao Chong said "En!", "The martial arts world has a very clear classification of martial artists."

"First of all, practicing martial arts requires qualifications."

"A person with poor comprehension will not be able to become a warrior no matter how hard he tries, and will piss off his master to death."

Chen Ping nodded and said, "I understand. Some people say that success depends on 90.00% sweat and [-]% talent."

"Actually, talent is the most important thing. A person who is tone deaf can't become a singer even if he practices from morning till night."

Bao Chong chuckled: "It's not rough to say, that's the reason."

"Secondly, being savvy doesn't necessarily make one a martial artist. Roots are also very important."

"Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people who have practiced martial arts for so many years, and they can only be mixed up as martial arts apprentices."

"Martial arts apprentices are not recognized by the martial arts association."

"However, some martial arts apprentices have good comprehension, but poor health. They can also rely on some precious medicinal materials to make up for their fundamental deficiencies."

"Only people with keen five senses, quick movements, quick reactions, heavy strength, and some superficial kung fu can be called second-rate warriors."

He didn't have the nerve to tell Chen Ping that a second-rate martial artist is called a low-level martial artist in the martial arts world.

Chen Ping understood, and he met the conditions Bao Chong said, so Bao Chong positioned him as a second-rate warrior.

"What about the first-class warrior?"

Bao Chong pointed to himself: "A first-class fighter is just like me."

"I have worked hard all year round, supplemented with medicinal materials, and developed external strength, so I can be called a first-class warrior."

After speaking, he got up and walked to a small tree with a crooked neck outside the pavilion, lunged and swung his horse, and threw it out with a loud shout.

Bao Chong's fists were quick and fast, and they were powerful and heavy. There was only a crackling sound, and the small tree with a crooked neck, which was as thick as an adult's arm, was smashed in two by his fist.

After beating, he shook off the sawdust residue on his hands, and returned to the pavilion: "I have long seen this tree with a crooked neck is not pleasing to the eye, so I just want to demonstrate the external strength to you, Doctor Chen."

Chen Ping was a little surprised.

It is impossible for Bao Chong to have used psychic liquid, but his body is stronger than Duan Peilong and Hua Biao who have used psychic liquid.

It's not that the elixir is bad.

If Chen Ping had used the spiritual liquid for Bao Chong, he would have broken through to be a first-class martial artist and become a master of martial arts.

When the outer strength is practiced to the extreme, the energy will enter the body, which is called inner strength.

Inner strength is the symbol of a martial arts master, and Bao Chong's father-in-law, who is also his master, is a martial arts master who has been famous for many years.

Bao Chong introduced to Chen Ping the power of martial arts masters, and then took a sip of tea to moisten his throat: "Beyond martial arts masters, there are martial arts masters."

"When you reach the realm of a master, you can already release your internal energy and external energy, which is to transform energy."

"The master of Huajin can injure the enemy three feet away."

"Grandmaster is already a rare existence, and it is rare to see it."

Chen Ping had a longing look in his eyes: "What about the master?"

Bao Chong stroked his chin and thought for a while: "Above the Grand Master, it is said that there is also a Martial Saint."

"I also heard from my master, but let alone me, even my master has never seen a living Martial Saint."

"It is rumored that as long as one reaches the realm of martial saints, one can be reborn and reborn with severed limbs."

"I'm also hearing it, so just listen to it as an anecdote."

After Bao Chong finished speaking, he found that Chen Ping was holding a teacup, his eyes were dazed, as if he had lost his soul.

He thought that Chen Ping was shocked by what he said.

So he didn't bother Chen Ping, and wanted Chen Ping to digest the information slowly.

How did Bao Chong know that Chen Ping at this moment was not shocked by what he said at all, but was shocked by the inheritance in his mind.

The Nuwa inheritance that Chen Ping accepted is extensive and profound, and what he has learned now is only superficial.

That inheritance was in his mind like a dense fog that could not be dissolved, waiting for him to continue exploring.

Chen Ping vaguely felt something.

If all these inheritances are accepted by him at once, even if his brain is not blown, he will become a fool.

Bao Chong's words gave Chen Ping a deeper understanding of martial arts, and the fog in his mind also faded a lot.

Chen Ping has passed on some new knowledge, which is all about martial arts.

Among them is an article called "Evergreen Kungfu" which covers the first three levels of the exercises, and several prescriptions for strengthening the muscles and bones.

Chen Ping read the exercises and prescriptions in his mind, and was beyond shocked.