Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 5 includes cultivation techniques.

In ten days, all the grain merchants in Qingyan City, big and small, were the same: if something went wrong, they would just share the burden.

To be honest, this self-comforting thought that everyone else is last in the class, so why am I the only one being punished by standing in the corner, actually works a little.

Feng Xiu immediately felt much more at ease.

"Shall we go now?" he then asked Zheng Bo.

In this sweltering heat, even rocks can get scorched. Aren't you worried about people getting heatstroke while practicing martial arts?

"Um."

Zheng Bo nodded solemnly. He had noticed that the eldest son had done a good job these days, and the head of the family had also praised him highly in private.

But there's one thing about him: he's not ruthless!

I had originally planned to teach martial arts after the spring planting season, but since he took the initiative to ask,

It's also time to mention the plan to temper his character.

"Okay." Feng Xiu nodded.

Upon arriving at the West Courtyard, they found a group of镖队 (bodyguards) practicing their skills under the blazing sun, with Zhou Gang providing guidance from the side.

"Come on, take off your clothes."

Zhou Gang's attitude towards Feng Xiu was very natural, and his words and actions remained as straightforward as a martial artist's, directly stating his position.

Brother Feng meant for him to practice his physical training and not engage in any rudimentary cultivation that would damage his basic abilities, but Zhou Gang did not intend to listen to him.

Learning martial arts is not something that can be accomplished overnight; hard work and talent are the real shortcuts.

There is no such thing as wasted effort.

"Let me teach you how to loosen your muscles and bones first," Zhou Gang ordered after a moment's thought.

Originally, it was thought that Feng Xiu would resist, but to everyone's surprise, after listening, he took off his upper clothes without hesitation, revealing his fair skin.

"I would appreciate your guidance, Uncle Zhou."

The scorching light made Feng Xiu feel a stinging pain all over his body, but he remained calm and, imitating the manners of a martial arts practitioner, clasped his hands in a salute.

Zhou Gang was taken aback for a moment, then burst into loud, cheerful laughter.

"Good lad, I knew I hadn't misjudged you." His expression then turned serious.

"The first hurdle for a martial artist is to calm his restless mind and temper his muscles and bones, and refine his qi and blood."

"Then you'd better study hard."

After speaking, Zhou Gang's aura changed, his feet shifted, and he slowly unleashed a set of fist techniques.

The movements appear gentle and slow, but they actually stretch the fascia throughout the body with flexibility, dispelling stiffness. The sounds of bones cracking are also mixed in between the punches and kicks.

Feng Xiu watched intently, his eyes unblinking.

After a short while, Zhou Gang finished his move, glanced at him, and asked, "How much did you remember?"

Feng Xiu opened his mouth, but Zhou Gang's movements were too fast for his eyes to keep up with, and the movements he remembered were beginning to blur.

He gritted his teeth. "Uncle Zhou, do it again."

Zhou Gang smiled and said, "Okay, you have a stubborn streak."

He continued teaching at an even slower pace, as if afraid that Feng Xiu wouldn't understand, and demonstrated it three times.

Each time he read it slower than the last, Feng Xiu stared intently, memorizing as he gestured the names with his hands.

"How much did you remember this time?" Zhou Gang asked after pausing.

Feng Xiu nodded slightly.

Since you can't remember them, Feng Xiu's method is very simple: just remember the beginning, middle, and end of each move.

That being said, Zhou Gang's approach is still a bit too complicated.

I learned radio calisthenics in elementary school for a week, how could I have remembered it so quickly?

"This fist style is called the Five Strengths Fist. It is the foundation for us martial artists to travel the world. When mastered, it can unify the strength of the chest, hands, and legs."

"Wenzheng, don't force yourself. You only need to learn the first eight forms of the large frame."

Feng Xiu didn't speak, but closed his eyes and went through Zhou Gang's punch trajectory in his mind again.

Following Zhou Gang's example, he adopted the fist salute starting stance and began to fight in a very professional manner.

Thanks to the subtle harmonization of his body through the Eight Vajra Exercises over the past two months, his perception of bodily movements far surpasses that of ordinary people.

However, his footwork was still crooked, and the transitions between movements were too stiff, lacking any fluidity.

He completely lacked the composure he displayed during Zhou Gang's practice.

Just as he unleashed the third move, Feng Xiu's mind went blank, and he felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if he were being pricked by needles.

It felt like some kind of button had been turned on all over my body, and the tearing sensation kept amplifying.

Feng Xiu's face turned pale, and the rosy complexion instantly faded, but he still gritted his teeth and endured it.

Zhou Gang neither stopped him nor offered any guidance; he simply watched quietly.

aside.

Duke Zheng hesitated, his expression suggesting he might try to stop him.

The eldest son doesn't understand, but surely he does?

This Five Strength Fist is not a beginner's martial art; it is the signature skill of the镖队 (bodyguards) and镖子 (bodyguards).

The skills are only passed on to those who are capable of handling tasks independently and leading escort missions.

For a beginner who has no knowledge of meridians and has never even been exposed to martial arts, it is almost like pushing him to the point of ruining his skills!

There was no horse stance training, no stance exercises, and no bone-grinding.

Without any theoretical basis, they immediately started teaching the Five Strengths Fist!

"Young Master, please stop practicing. If you wish to learn martial arts, this old servant can teach you."

In the end, Zheng Bo softened and stepped forward to offer some advice.

But just as he took a step, Zhou Gang blocked his way. "What, you think he can't keep going?"

"Even you don't believe him, so how can he believe in himself?" Zhou Gang glanced at Zheng Bo indifferently.

"Master Zhou!" Uncle Zheng's voice suddenly rose, and his expression hardened.

Zhou Gang stood before Zheng Bo with his arms crossed, as imposing as a mountain, his expression as calm as iron.

"Brother Zheng, you only care about the foundation." Zhou Gang looked at Feng Xiu, who was gritting his teeth in the arena, and said in a low voice, "But when it comes to martial arts, spirit is more important than foundation. Wen Zheng is calm and composed and handles things with moderation. These are his strengths."

"If he can get through this, things will be easier from now on. If he can't, it's better for him to give up on this idea as soon as possible."

The surrounding escort teams had already cleared a large area, and no one dared to interfere when they saw the two important figures arguing.

"Lord Zheng, stop talking."

Feng Xiu paused, his heavy breathing audible, his body drenched in sweat.

"I'm fine."

Learning martial arts is indeed extremely painful, but it's alright, and overall it's still within his tolerance range.

"Young Master, you... sigh~"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Bo sighed softly and did not offer any further advice.

After speaking, Feng Xiu immediately immersed himself in practicing the movements again.

The Five Strength Fist may seem to have only sixteen forms, but each major form contains six to twelve minor moves, and it is not limited to both hands.

With each small move he practiced, Feng Xiu felt his ankles, legs, and muscles all over his body being violently stretched.

Fortunately, Feng Xiu was not a complete beginner; his body was not so weak, and he had some foundation laid by the Eight Vajra Techniques.

Finally, after many stumbles and falls, he managed to execute all the moves.

As soon as he finished training, the long-accumulated soreness, numbness, tingling, and itching, mixed with the stinging pain of his muscles trembling, suddenly hit him, and Feng Xiu felt a dizzying sensation.

[Included: Five-Strength Fist (None)]

On the visual screen, the text about the Five Strengths Fist was flashing slightly, but there was no progress yet.

A few simple words, mixed with a complex mix of fatigue and surprise, welled up in my heart.

In my mind, the slightly chaotic trajectories of the punches I had just practiced seemed to become clearer.

Although it was only a brief moment, it was a feeling of how the muscles should contract and coordinate when exerting force.

It is completely different from his own Vajra Kung Fu.

Feng Xiu stared at the light screen for a moment, then tried to laugh, but as soon as he managed to open his mouth, he gasped in pain.

It wasn't all for nothing!

Just as he expected, it includes the positive feedback that can be displayed when martial arts are transformed!

At this moment, Uncle Zheng's expression turned anxious, and he quickly prepared to step forward to help him up.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Gang interrupted him again, "Don't go, let him hold on."

This time, Zheng Bo did not move. He watched as Feng Xiu endured his discomfort and stood still for a while.

In his previous life, Feng Xiu had never served in the military, but he had participated in systematic militia training.

Some veterans have said that five kilometers is not difficult; once you get past this hurdle, everything else will be easy.

This is the current state of Feng Xiu. He is still in pain all over his body, but he also has an indescribable sense of etherealness.

Aside from my lungs feeling like they were about to explode, everything else felt very comfortable.