Martial Arts Immortal

No. 33, Jindong Street.

This is a large courtyard, more than twice the size of the place where Lin Zheyu rents.

From the outside, the house looks very exquisite and the price should be very expensive, but I don’t know whether Master Liang rented it or bought it.

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Lin Zheyu knocked on the door regularly.

Not long after knocking, the door creaked open.

Liang Song lamely walked to open the door, turned around and went back to water the flowers.

The yard is full of purple flowers, and there is a refreshing fragrance lingering in the air. It smells good.

The leaves of the plant are green and verdant, and the flowers are large and strange in shape, just like fluttering butterflies. The flowers are rich in color and very beautiful.

"Don't move, just find a place to sit."

Just when Lin Zheyu actively wanted to step forward to help water the flowers, Liang Song stopped him.

He valued these flowers and did not want Lin Zheyu, who did not understand flowers, to harm them.

Lin Zheyu sat silently at the stone table in the courtyard.

Master Liang watered the flowers for more than half an hour, and then he walked to the seat next to Lin Zheyu and sat down with satisfaction.

He walked with a limp and looked like a slovenly old man, without any trace of the temperament of a martial arts master.

"Don't be so formal, just relax."

"I even brought some meat over, so I'm very thoughtful."

"Apprenticeship is not popular here, and besides, I have no plans to accept you as my apprentice."

Liang Song glanced at the things Lin Zheyu brought on the table and said with a smile.

He just wanted to learn some simple martial arts on a whim. How much he can learn depends on Lin Zheyu's understanding.

Lin Zheyu smiled and said nothing. He picked up the tea brewed on the table and poured a cup for Liang Song obediently.

“Martial arts practice depends on understanding, perseverance, and resources.”

"Your physical foundation is too weak and you need to take care of yourself for a while."

Liang Song took the tea from Lin Zheyu, ate the snacks that Lin Zheyu brought, and said with interest.

He liked the stories Lin Zheyu told very much. They were quite interesting and many of the characters in the stories suited his taste.

It’s just that the scholarly spirit is too strong, and the protagonists in the story are all scholars. Indecisive, it sounds annoying.

If he had to say it, it would be right to let Yan Chixia be the protagonist.

"Yeah, I've made some money recently and am already taking care of myself." Lin Zheyu nodded.

"That's not enough. To maintain your body, you need both food and exercise."

Liang Song said calmly: "Your foundation is very poor. You have never been exposed to martial arts. You don't exercise much. Your waist, legs and feet are thin."

"Tall buildings rise from the ground. If you want to practice martial arts well, you need to start with the most basic pile skills."

Liang Song walked to the center of the courtyard.

Throw your arms away, half-squat with your feet, push flat with your hands, move your body slightly, up and down, like ripples caused by the breeze.

"Learn with me."

"This is one of the basic pile skills, horse step pile."

Lin Zheyu walked over and imitated Liang Song, squatting half down, arms stretched out, and his body rising and falling like a horse.

"Your action was wrong."

"As the name suggests, horse stance is a pole skill learned from riding a horse. When standing, you have to stand up and down, and a horse appears out of thin air."

"You have to imagine that you are riding a horse, galloping, your feet turn into the ups and downs of a galloping horse, and the horse is integrated into your waist and legs."

Liang Song said softly.

His figure was up and down, high and low, really like riding a horse galloping.

He demonstrated for a while, then walked to Lin Zheyu and gave instructions: "Grasp the ground with the soles of your feet and straighten your knees naturally..."

"While the body is ups and downs, the body's center of gravity is constantly changing..."

Lin Zheyu followed Liang Song's guidance and gradually got on the right track.

When his posture was wrong, Liang Song would throw a small stone and hit the wrong part of the body with the wrong force.

Soon, Lin Zheyu learned how to stand on the horse stance.

He had just started to stand, but he could not hold on for ten minutes before he trembled all over and sat down on the ground.

"Go back to practice."

"Whenever you can practice the horse stance to the point where you can stand for an hour, come find me again."

"If you can't practice within a month, you won't come."

Liang Song waved his hand and asked Lin Zheyu to leave.

He didn't teach everyone. He liked Lin Zheyu, so he gave him a chance.

But whether to teach or not depends on Lin Zheyu himself.

If you don't even have the perseverance to practice Zhuang Kung Fu until you can stand for an hour, then there is no need to teach it.

"It's master."

Lin Zheyu stood up with trembling feet.

His health was so bad that he could no longer stand on the horse stance for less than ten minutes.

Lin Zheyu did not leave immediately, but asked respectfully: "Master, is there any soup or medicinal bath formula that can help the body recover quickly?"

It is very difficult to learn the horse stance to the point where you can stand for an hour in one month.

One hour is equivalent to two hours, and thirty minutes of running is enough for him now.

Moreover, Lin Zheyu's physical foundation is too poor. Without the assistance of medicinal baths and soup recipes, it would be too difficult to achieve it.

"Yes, but these prescriptions are very expensive. It costs more than one tael of silver to prepare a pair of medicines. This is still the most basic prescription."

"I'll give you a prescription to replenish qi and strengthen blood. Just go to the medicine shop and get it."

"This recipe is about a little more than one tael of silver, so don't overdo it."

Liang Song said.

He asked Lin Zheyu to go into the room and get a pen and paper, and started writing in a hurry.

Liang Song's calligraphy is just like his character, wild and unruly with a bit of scrawl, and in the scrawl... well, I can't write it anymore.

Liang Song's handwriting is terrible.

Who said that masters’ calligraphy must be beautiful?

Lin Zheyu looked at Liang Song's handwriting and took a lot of effort to recognize what was written.

"Thank you, master!"

Lin Zheyu took the prescription and said respectfully.

He said goodbye to Liang Song and went straight to the medicine shop.

"You are really poor in literature and rich in martial arts. A prescription costs one tael of silver."

Lin Zheyu sighed.

In other words, it was easier for him to make money as his books became famous.

An ordinary person would earn about one tael of silver a month, which would only be enough to buy a pair of soup recipes.

Including the more than 300 Wen earned today, Lin Zheyu had accumulated more than 1,800 Wen.

According to the current market conditions, more than 1,500 Wen can be converted into one tael of silver, and Lin Zheyu only has enough money to make a prescription.

Passing by the medicine shop, Lin Zheyu went in and grabbed some auxiliary medicinal materials.

This basic prescription for replenishing qi and replenishing blood can be found in almost every drug store.

Just like what Master Liang said, a pair of medicinal materials cost him one tael of silver plus one hundred and twenty Wen.

Originally, the other party's offer was one tael of silver plus five hundred wen. After some bargaining, Lin Zheyu got a bargain of more than three hundred wen.

This is equivalent to more than his daily income.

When you get home, clean the medicine pot you just bought, put water in it, add the medicinal materials, and simmer over a slow fire.

Making medicinal soup is not as difficult as you think, as long as you control the heat and wait for the time.

A pair of medicinal materials that can replenish qi and blood can be refined three times. After each refining, the remaining medicinal power will be reduced rapidly.

It takes a long time to brew the medicinal soup. Taking advantage of this gap, he came to the yard and stood up on the horse stance.

The toes grip the ground, rising and falling like a horse, looking into the distance.

His health is poor and he can only stand for about three or four minutes at a time.

Every time Lin Zheyu persisted until his legs became weak and he couldn't help but sit on the ground, he would stretch his muscles and rest for a while.

Wait until you regain some strength before continuing to stand.