Immortal, I Only Practice Forbidden Techniques

Chapter 35 Advance by leaps and bounds

"There is no separation of medicine and martial arts?" Jiang Ming certainly heard this saying, but he only understood it superficially, and immediately cupped his fist and said, "Master Feng, please clarify."

"There is no separation between medicine and martial arts. The superficial meaning is naturally easy to understand. The way of medicine and Martial Dao are interlinked. Martial Dao strengthens the body and the way of medicine nourishes the body. Different routes lead to the same goal. No one can do without the other!"

Pharmacist Feng stroked his beard and continued: "Speaking more deeply, what Martial Dao is practicing is Blood Qi... But you martial arts learners are all rough people, and you all only know how to practice according to the Cultivation Technique. How do you know the true principle of how Blood Qi works? If you don’t know Blood Qi, it will naturally progress slowly and even waste Blood Qi.”

Jiang Ming was taken aback, what Feng Yaoshi said was correct... Although the cowhide and tiger bone is the method that directly leads to the second-rate Martial Dao, the description of Blood Qi is only hazy, and can only be explored and understood by martial arts practitioners. .

Even though Jiang Ming is now a third-rate Practitioner who can control the blood energy to move his whole body, this movement is extremely rough. Every time he condenses the blood energy, he will consume a lot of Blood Qi...

Pharmacist Feng said: "The root of a healer's cure is to regulate Blood Qi, and Blood Qi can cure all diseases... Doctors have seen countless patients, and the research on Blood Qi is more subtle than those of you warriors. many!"

"If you have a doctor with excellent medical skills to help you when practicing martial arts, and to regulate Blood Qi, it may be more useful than drinking the secret medicine for practicing martial arts..."

Jiang Ming's eyes lit up, and he seemed to understand something: "Then you..."

Yaoshi Feng shook his head again and again: "I'm just an old man who can make medicine, but I don't understand these things. I heard him say it when I was playing chess with the old man Sun in Jishitang next door."

"He usually doesn't teach these things to others, but he likes Zuixianlou's roast chicken and old rice wine the most..." Feng Yaoshi blinked.

Jiang Ming was taken aback for a moment, and then said gratefully: "Thank you, Master Feng, for your guidance!"

...

The next day, Jiang Ming lined up at Zuixianlou from morning to noon, and finally spent a penny or two to buy two servings of the signature roast chicken and old rice wine.

"He's so black!"

Thinking about the old Jiangtou's tavern where a meal is only a few copper coins, Jiang Ming couldn't help complaining.

But for the sake of owning Martial Dao, mere money is nothing... Jiang Ming comforted himself in this way, first sent one to Feng Yaoshi, and then quickly walked to Jishitang next door with the other.

In Jishi Hall, there are medicine cabinets all over the wall, and two medicine boys are busy arranging medicinal materials.

The smell of various Medicinal herbs hits his face, which makes Jiang Ming feel a little nostalgic...

As soon as Jiang Ming stepped into the front hall, an old voice sounded: "Huh? Who brought the roast chicken from Zuixianlou?"

Behind the counter, a chubby old man with white hair and childlike face bounced up from the reclining chair, moved his nose twice, and stared straight at the thing in Jiang Ming's hand.

"Excuse me... but Dr. Sun?" Jiang Ming looked at the fat old man in front of him, slightly cupped his hands and said, "I'm from Liehuzhuang..."

"You are the Jiang Ming old man Feng said?" Dr. Sun's face changed, and he immediately lay back angrily: "Damn old Feng, I have not agreed, so I just stuffed him..."

It was only then that Jiang Ming knew in his heart that Yaoshi Feng had already greeted Dr. Sun in advance. It seemed that if it wasn't for Yaoshi Feng, ordinary people would not be able to invite Dr. Sun.

"I owe a big favor..." Jiang Ming sighed in his heart, and he had to find a chance to pay it back in the future.

"Gudong~"

The sound of swallowing saliva suddenly sounded, and Dr. Sun sat up again in embarrassment, muttering: "Sooner or later, he must be beaten, and he will only cause trouble for me..."

"Why are you standing there in a daze, come to the backyard... put your things down!" Doctor Sun said angrily, and walked to the backyard first, and sat at a stone table in the yard.

Jiang Ming hurriedly followed, put the things on the table, and stood aside respectfully. Since he came to ask for advice, he naturally had the proper posture.

Knowledge is always noble, humility is never too much...

Old man Sun carelessly unwrapped the oil paper wrapping the roast chicken, poured himself a full bowl of rice wine, ate and drank as if no one else was around, and then pointed at Jiang Ming with his oily fingers:

"Try your cowhide and tiger bone formula again, and I'll take a look..."

"yes!"

Jiang Ming hurriedly said, and began to practice Fist Technique in the courtyard.

After typing it once, Dr. Sun sneered: "Hmph, so-so!"

"Doctor Sun please advise!" Jiang Ming said earnestly. Although he concealed the Practitioner Cultivation Base, he believed that the Fist Technique he played was correct.

Dr. Sun glanced at him, and Fang said indifferently: "No matter what Realm you are, if you punch like this...you can only hit seven points at most."

"Why?"

"If you and I suffer from the same disease, can we prescribe the same dose of medicine?" Dr. Sun asked rhetorically, poking his bones.

"Of course not, you and I are different in age, fat and thin..." Jiang Ming subconsciously said, and then a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and he seemed to understand.

Dr. Sun nodded: "The same is true for martial arts. The Fist Technique that Guan Feng taught you is based on his body. You can draw a rough picture by taking pictures of cats and tigers, but it is not suitable for your own Fist Technique. Blood Qi does not run smoothly. Become ill for a long time..."

"There is also the method of breathing, which is not an unchangeable truth. Some people can hold a stick of incense in one breath, while others can only hold a few breaths..."

Dr. Sun muttered: "The method of Martial Dao is created by human beings, and the most suitable one is only the founder... And what I want to teach you is how to make the method of Martial Dao practice for you, which is more suitable for you. Even if your body is not as fit as the founder's, it's still much stronger than your random practice now..."

"The vulgar and reckless Guan Feng can't teach you these things!" Dr. Sun spat out a chicken bone and snorted coldly: "It's not because of my guidance that he was able to enter the second class back then..."

"Doctor Sun is amazing..." Jiang Ming boasted without hesitation.

"Play it again, slow down. I will first pick out the relatively large flaws in your moves based on your body shape, and after I am done modifying them, I will teach you how to take care of your Blood Qi..." Dr. Sun waved his hand.

Jiang Ming immediately stood still and continued to play Fist Technique, while Dr. Sun stood aside and began to give instructions...

It wasn't until the evening that Jiang Ming left with a full harvest. He felt that the harvest this afternoon could even catch up with his one-month cultivation.

"The method of Martial Dao is ever-changing, but there is only one foundation, and that is Blood Qi, and Blood Qi will follow Wanfa..." Jiang Ming said to himself.

...

Time flies by, spring leaves are flourishing, summer flowers are blooming...

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ming had already been in Liehuzhuang for three months.

In the backyard of Jishitang, Jiang Ming practiced the Fist Technique of the cowhide tiger bone formula. His limbs stretched like clouds and flowing water, full of the beauty of strength, as if this Fist Technique was tailor-made for him.

"Boy, I really have nothing to teach you..." The old grandson gnawed on the chicken leg, shook his head and said, "After all, I am not a real Practitioner, and it will be up to you to own from now on."

Jiang Ming closed his fists and stood up, bowed and said, "Thank you, Dr. Sun!"

Dr. Sun waved his hand: "No need to thank you, the chicken drumsticks and fine wine these few months are worth tens of taels of silver, even if you have a heart, how can you be like that stingy Guan Feng in the past, who dared to take the fake money from the stall?" Alcohol fools me..."

"Eh? Why didn't I think of that?" Jiang Ming's eyes lit up, seeing Doctor Sun about to fight, he ran away in a hurry.

Back at Liehuzhuang, Jiang Ming also began to think about the way to go next.

In the past few months, under Dr. Sun's guidance, Jiang Ming has changed almost every move in the Niuhide Tiger Bone Jue. It is more efficient to practice, and he is already a "senior sensory Blood Qi" martial artist comparable to Fang Lie. up.

Of course, his real strength has also improved by leaps and bounds, and his control over Blood Qi is even more subtle. In the past, the blood energy smelted from the Blood Qi all over his body could only be used up after three or four strokes of strength. Now, under fine control, he can fully With nine attacks, his strength has almost doubled...

"However, in the future, we can only rely on hard work to improve. It should be difficult to make such a drastic improvement, unless we step into the second-rate realm..."

Jiang Ming shook his head, how difficult it is for a second-rate Practitioner, and there are only a few people in Liehu Village.

If you stay any longer, there will be no opportunity for breakthrough, and it will just kill time...

Sorry, there is only one chapter today, my brain is too tired, I code it out and delete it, I am not satisfied no matter how I write it, I don’t want to write a bunch of shi to make up for it...

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