Lin Yuanwai was a trustworthy person, and it didn't take long for someone to deliver a small package.
Perhaps it was because he felt guilty, or perhaps these superficial introductory martial arts were nothing to Lin Yuanwai, so Fang Yuan was a little surprised when three books were given to him at once.
At this time, he sat cross-legged on the bluestone, with the flower fox and marten beside him, and carefully opened the title page of a secret book.
"Black Sand Palm?"
Fang Yuan first looked at the secret book as a whole and saw that the book was old. The fonts on it were strong and powerful, but slightly blurry. The corners were damaged. It had obviously been studied by countless generations. It contained ancient meanings and was simply a work of art. It's antique.
"I actually sent the original copy. It seems that Lin Yuanwai is not planning to trick me..."
Fang Yuan saw it and nodded secretly in his heart.
Even a small mistake in this kind of martial arts secret manual can lead to completely different results. A new copy will not be as good as the original.
Just by touching the ancient book, he knew that the warrior back then must have put a lot of effort into it.
"That's right...even the most superficial martial arts, as long as it can be widely spread, it must have something unique!"
Looking at the other two books, they were similar to this one. Fang Yuan couldn't help but feel ashamed of his little thoughts.
He specifically asked for the most widely circulated ones, naturally to facilitate verification.
Anyway, he was not prepared to practice any of the tips given by the other party at the beginning.
After all, martial arts is no better than others, and the knowledge from another world tells him how terrifying it is to become possessed.
"Now it seems... there seems to be some villainy..."
Fang Yuan pondered for a moment: "Besides, I still have medical skills. If I just study without practicing, I should be able to see some problems. In comparison, external skills are better than internal skills, even if there are traps in them , it’s not easy for big things to happen..."
Although this is knowledge from another world, it does not prevent Fang Yuan from using it to speculate.
Thinking of this, he put down the secret book in his hand and flipped through the other two books.
"Eagle Claw Kung Fu? It seems that the deacon of Gui Ling Sect, the cold-faced Tie Ying, can also do this kind of kung fu, but 80% of what he knows is a secret technique, which is much better than the ordinary version on the street..."
Among the three secret books, two are about external skills, and the last remaining one is about unknown skills. It also focuses on how to temper yourself and increase your ability to resist blows. There seems to be some breathing techniques. According to the author, after practicing Dacheng, holding one breath, is enough to deal with blows from ordinary blunt objects.
Inside the package, there was also a small note writing the origins of the three secret books.
"Black Sand Palm was written by Kou Feng, a master of boxing in Qinghe County. It is the most widely circulated and is presented to him by his disciples."
"Eagle Claw Technique, presented by Zhuangke Meng Yuan, is the most common foundation. If you want to practice it to a high level, you need specific internal skills and mental methods!"
"The last book is the most superficial Qigong. No, it's just a summary of some breathing and beating techniques. The original author didn't even name it, so it's called Hard Qigong..."
…
Fang Yuan saw the last and confirmed that these three martial arts books were indeed the worst stuff on the street, and none of them were high-quality.
Of course, no matter how simple martial arts is, it is a set of inheritance and has been refined over time. If ordinary people get one of these, they can barely settle down and make a living and pass on the family to make a living, so they are still relatively cherished.
To trade a 60-year-old red ginseng for this is to break even.
"And... there is no dirt, damage, or alteration... Lin Yuan is still sincere."
Fang Yuan let out a long sigh and began to read each book carefully.
Unknowingly, half a day passed, and the sunset gradually sank, spreading orange-red light all over the earth.
"Giggle!?"
"Giggle?"
The flower fox and marten next to it saw Fang Yuan staring at the secret book with all his attention, and moved his little head curiously. However, the characters on it were like a heavenly book to it. It felt dizzy after reading it, and finally gave up and jumped in lightly. He entered the dense forest, and not long after, he dragged a fat hare over and placed it at Fang Yuan's feet. He stared at him eagerly, with hooks appearing in his black pupils.
"Haha... I just know how to eat!"
Fang Yuan closed the last hard qigong secret book, and immediately saw the flower fox and marten in this picture, and couldn't help laughing again.
The night is getting hazy.
Beside the fire, Fang Yuan skinned and washed the hare, spread it with sauce and roasted it. He then pulled off one of the front legs and threw the rest to the eager fox marten, while he silently thought about what he had read from the secret book today. to the content.
"The martial arts in this world seem to be much more advanced than those in the dream world... and they are systematic and standardized... For example, Black Sand Palm and Eagle Claw Kung Fu are purely external Kung Fu that use drugs to stimulate the body, while Internal Kung Fu focuses on breathing and movement. Qi route, and more advanced ones include Shen Shen visualization and the like... Regardless of any skill, there are specific and consistent levels of classification, and that is the Twelve Levels of the Golden Lock Chonglou!"
This term was mentioned repeatedly in the three secret books. After careful study, Fang Yuan finally understood its meaning.
"According to the concept of martial arts in this world, the human body is a great treasure with unlimited potential, but there are many checkpoints that limit the display of power. The way of martial arts from the beginning is to break through such checkpoints one after another and constantly tap one's own potential! "
As mentioned in the secret manual, there are twelve such levels in the human body, collectively called the Twelve Levels of the Golden Lock Chonglou.
Every time a warrior passes a level, his strength will improve to varying degrees, and it will become more terrifying in the later stages.
And after breaking through twelve levels in a row, you will reach the realm of "Wuzong"!
Even if such a person belongs to Ling Sect, there is only one person.
"The twelve levels of checkpoints inside the body... sound somewhat similar to the descriptions of the twelve regular meridians, the eight extraordinary meridians, etc. in medicine. Is the initial martial arts practice actually a process of flushing the meridians?"
"Twelve levels of checkpoints are twelve levels of realm. Only after breaking through one by one can one achieve the realm of Wuzong! Is that girl Lei Yue so gifted?"
After briefly understanding the difficulty, Fang Yuandeng was a little confused.
In his impression, that girl's martial arts talent is so terrifying
"But I couldn't tell it at the time, but Master should have noticed something. This marriage was a bit strange..."
When he thought of Master Wenxin, Fang Yuan couldn't help but sigh.
The old guy was really kind to him, and he thought of everything for him, but he passed away a little too early.
If I were alive to this day and saw Lin Yuanwai’s face, I don’t know what his expression would be like
As soon as I thought about this, the rich roast rabbit meat in my mouth suddenly lost its flavor.
Fang Yuan stood up half-heartedly, tidied up again, and began to make tea under the moonlight.
In this sitting and forgetting tea ceremony, remembering the layman Wenxin is his unique way of commemoration.
"Hiss!?"
The flower fox and marten next to him seemed to understand, but he seemed to feel the sadness in Fang Yuan's heart and was not as playful as usual.
…
The valley is deep and there is no sun or moon in the mountains. In the blink of an eye, I don’t know how much time has passed. One morning.
Fang Yuan got up early as usual. After drinking his morning tea, he started to work in the fields.
In the ruby rice fields, rice seedlings grew waist-high, and even had heavy ears of rice at the top, making the rice seedlings bend down.
Fang Yuan melted the spiritual fertilizer, blended it into the mountain spring water, and poured it into the rice fields. It suddenly sparkled and carried a fragrant aroma.
"Giggle!"
"Giggle!"
Next to it, the flower fox marten jumped up and down, looking very excited.
Although it looks down on the newly grown rice seedlings, the red jade rice that is now almost mature makes it very excited.
"Remember, no stealing is allowed!"
For this reason, Fang Yuan had to warn it solemnly and repeatedly promised to increase the amount of tea every day before he finally managed to appease it.
“There wasn’t much rice seed before, so it’s pretty good if we can harvest a few dozen kilograms this time. But after this time, we can continue to plant rice seeds, and we can expand the scale of planting next time…”
Fang Yuan was very happy.
In fact, the growth of this batch of red jade rice was simply beyond his expectations, and the growth cycle was astonishingly short.
Firstly, this must be due to the spiritual fertilizer brought by the flower fox marten, and secondly, it is also due to the bonus of his own planting skills that he has created such an incredible miracle.
"Flower Fox Marten, don't worry, after the harvest, I will definitely give you a full meal! After all, you also have a share of the credit!"
Fang Yuan stroked the fluffy head of the flower fox and marten and comforted: "There is also Lingcha, it will soon grow tea leaves for the second time..."
He had a smile on his face and his heart was filled with the joy of the harvest.
After his daily inspection, Fang Yuan came to the monastery again and looked at the secrets placed side by side on the table.
"I have memorized these three exercises by heart, and I have verified them with my own medicine and dream memories. There seems to be nothing wrong... Then practice?"
Fang Yuan's eyes flashed with eagerness to try, but he immediately shook his head: "No! It's not very safe! It seems that I am really afraid of death. For now, the only way is to go to the county again, spend a lot of money, and buy a copy of Take a look, or pass it on to someone to practice..."
The martial arts secret manual was not an ordinary thing, and Fang Yuan was not very sure about its actual operation.
"The little thief is inside!"
"Surround him, don't let him escape!"
"Quick, come on!"
…
Suddenly, a noise came from outside the valley, which made Fang Yuan frown.
"What's up?"
He opened the courtyard door and immediately saw a group of people coming in from the entrance of the valley. The leader was the arrogant young lady Zhou Wenxin.
"You little thief!"
Seeing Fang Yuan, Zhou Wenxin's new and old grudges suddenly came to the fore, and even her voice became sharp: "You insulted me first, and you used fake medicine to kill my father last. I can't go around you today, come to me!"
With a wave of his hand, several servants immediately stepped forward aggressively and surrounded Fang Yuan.