"Yeah, what's wrong?" Tang Hu looked confused, not sure what his childhood friend meant. "Isn't the first level of learning martial arts just training!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and patted his forehead.

"Snapped--"

Then, he said with a hint of annoyance.

"Look at my memory. Brother Zhao, your family has been collecting medicinal herbs for generations, not an Orion family."

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Do you think you are very humorous?

"Stop laughing, talk about it."

He Zhao waved his hand, indicating to the other party to continue.

"Brother, what do you think is the first thing you need to learn martial arts?"

"Body!"

If he were an ordinary person, he would probably talk about his family background, his master, etc. But he is not a newbie who has just entered the world. He has seen through the essence of it long ago after simulating it hundreds of times.

"Yes, when my father asked me about it, I immediately said talent. He told me that it's not wrong, but it's just too far away from ordinary people.

If you want to practice martial arts as a basic condition, you must have a good physique. Otherwise, if you practice forcefully, your body will be depleted and you will be left with countless hidden injuries. In the worst case, you will be disabled and ruined for the rest of your life.

Therefore, the first level of martial arts training is training. It is taken from the meaning of beating the body and tempering the will. During this period, there are four meals a day, including stewed meat.

In addition, you need to prepare stone locks. Every day, you either practice routines or lift stone locks to exercise your strength. When you become proficient in the routines, you can lift a three hundred kilogram stone lock a hundred times and it will be done.

In the past two years, I rarely left home and just kept exercising at home. I would get up to box when the rooster crowed, and I would stop to rest at dawn. After dinner, I kept lifting stone locks. A few days ago, I lifted three hundred kilograms of stone locks one hundred times in a row.

My father said that my talent is better than when he was a child. It took him three years to barely lift a hundred times."

Tang Hu seemed to have found someone to show off to, rolling up his sleeves to show off his two thick, muscular arms.

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Damn it, are you stimulating me?

Having said that, four meals a day include stew and meat.

I can’t do it!!

Over and over again, the same old saying remains - poverty.JPG.

"What about the next level?"

"Hey, Brother Zhao. Fortunately, I asked, otherwise I would have been stumped by you. If you are successful in training, you will be beaten." Hearing this, the little friend had a smile on his face.

"beat?"

"That's right, I took out the medicinal oil prepared in advance and applied it to the skin all over my body. Someone else beat it with a wooden stick to inject all the medicinal properties into the body bit by bit and spread it.

Over time, my whole body becomes like a diamond. While my strength increases greatly, my ability to resist blows also increases dramatically. When I fight with others, my strength doubles."

Good guy, just torture yourself.

"What is medicinal oil?"

"Let me tell you."

Faced with new questions, Tang Yuankui spoke.

"The so-called medicinal oil is actually a special medicinal liquid for tempering the body. Each martial art, boxing gym, and medicinal oil have different effects. However, most of them can slightly strengthen the body, and need to be supplemented by hitting with a short stick to achieve full effect.

The effect of medicine. Over time, this level was also called thumping by martial arts practitioners."

After a pause, he said again.

"In addition to strengthening the physical body, each medicated oil almost all has a different focus. For example, Xing Yimen, their medicated oil tends to greatly increase the ability to resist attacks.

Hitting them with ordinary fists and kicks is no different from scratching an itch on a child. Moreover, not to mention the injuries caused by the fists and kicks, even if they fall from two or three floors, as long as they are not head-first and the ground is as hard as stone, they can get up and follow.

It's just like everyone else.

Liuhemen, the rival of Xingyimen, uses medicinal oils that focus on flexible joints, improving sensitivity and perception of the outside world. Once a fight begins, it is slippery and dexterous, like a combination of a monkey and a loach.

Of course, medicated oil does not necessarily have to be used after successful training. In fact, for newcomers who are learning martial arts for the first time, applying some to the whole body while exercising will get twice the result with half the effort.

The only thing that is more uncomfortable is that people who are not rich cannot afford the expense of training. When I was young, I spent some time in the outer courtyard under Qingshan Gate.

At that time, there was a kid from a rich family who used a bottle of medicinal oil worth ten taels of silver to strengthen his body when he first entered the profession. His talent seemed to be ordinary, but with the help of the medicinal oil, he entered the profession three months earlier than me.

Disciple, complete your training ahead of schedule.

Although I feel jealous in my heart, I have to accept the reality. Three bottles of medicinal oil a day, calculated in a month, is a full nine hundred taels of silver. How can I compare with others?

Moreover, because he used a large amount of medicated oil when beating his body, he was extremely fast when beating the checkpoints. When I succeeded in training, he entered the inner courtyard early.

So, I became disheartened and left the Qingshan Gate Courtyard. I went home and followed my father, and together we went hunting in the mountains and forests. We married a wife and had children, until now."

After listening to Tang Yuankui's words, four big words flashed in He Zhao's mind - poor in literature and rich in martial arts.

Ancestor, please do not deceive me!

Nine hundred taels, a number that I could not even dream of in my previous life.

"Uncle Tang, can I ask, what is the next level of Beating?"

"Hey, what's wrong with you? It's just a pity that uncle, I only know it's called Yun Jin, and I don't know the reason behind it. But I can tell you something that I saw with my own eyes.

Half a month before I left Qingshan Gate, the young man from a wealthy family came to the outer courtyard. In front of dozens of junior fellow apprentices, he lightly stamped his palm on the stone.

At first, my idea was very simple, that's it. But I didn't expect it, someone knocked on the surface of the stone. After the bluestone cracked, I found that the inside was turned into powder.

Someone asked why this was so, and the other person smiled slightly and uttered one word - Jin! I think it must be the magical aspect of the luck level."

After listening to it, he couldn't help but recall the palm techniques in the "Eight Forms of Diamond" (remaining) at that time.

[Golden Silk Palm: The energy is concentrated in the palm, and when it touches the enemy, all the energy is blasted into it, destroying people's meridians and bones, and practicing Kung Fu by destroying horizontal lines. 】

'A palm technique that can only be used at the level of luck?'

"Okay, we can't continue talking. He boy, it's getting dark soon. It's not safe in the mountains. What's more, there's a big insect active. Go back to the village as soon as possible."

Tang Yuankui looked at the sun and reminded him loudly.

Although he himself has nothing to do with the Lao He family, after all, what relationship can a wealthy hunter have with a poor medicine man? But considering that he is his son's playmate, it is not impossible to give him a few words.

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"Thank you Uncle Tang for clarifying my doubts today."

Hearing this, the man named He nodded.

"I'm sorry about that. I was indeed reckless with that arrow just now." Yu Ling stepped forward and bent down to apologize, obviously realizing his mistake.

"It's okay, you didn't hurt me." He waved his hand, not caring.

"Great! He boy, after hunting the tiger, you come to me and I will teach you how to shoot an arrow. I don't have any skills at Lingbie. In terms of archery, I am at least second in Qingshan Village." The thirty-year-old hunter really has no ability.

Whatever you can do, you can only rely on your own pride.

Before the famous ruthless man could reply, the other party slapped his forehead, seemingly remembering something.

"I see that you have a lot of Chinese medicinal materials in your backpack, and some of them need to be picked by old mountain people without damage. Yesterday, I went to Yuzhitang to buy medicine, and there was a sign on their doorstep that they were recruiting old mountain people, and they would give three hundred yuan a day!

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"Um?"

After hearing this, He Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he clasped his hands in thanksgiving.

"Thank you."

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I can help you."

The four people waved to each other and separated.

He arrived home successfully before dark.

Turn on the stove!

Ten pounds of corn and ten pounds of wild vegetables finally filled my stomach.

Lying on the shabby bed, thinking about what Yu Ling said this afternoon.

"Yu Zhidang."

A drug store recruits experienced herbalists for nothing more than picking herbs.

"I have to go take a look. If it's really what I think, it's better than going into the mountains alone to collect herbs."

As he spoke, he picked up the "Book of Herbal Medicine" that he had read countless times, and developed his proficiency level at the general level.

[Proficiency +1]

[Proficiency +1]

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In the early hours of the morning, he threw the books aside.
To be continued...