But in fact, after practicing "Huang Po Gong", under the influence of [Zhen Wu], he understood many Taoist and ancient medical knowledge that can only be understood but not expressed in words. After a series of examinations, he discovered various hidden dangers in his body.
The relationship between the five internal organs can be said to be quite unbalanced. The lung (Jin Gong) is overwhelmingly powerful, causing the spleen (Huang Po) to not dare to show up at all. It can only allow the relationship between the five internal organs to develop freely.
Xue Jing understood immediately that the reason why Jin Gong was so powerful was because of [Running]. This skill not only increased his running speed, but also enhanced his lung function.
This is also the reason why he can mobilize strength far beyond that of warriors of the same level, and his lung capacity is huge.
As the being with the worst temper among the five internal organs, Jin Gong's overwhelming power is by no means a good thing, as it can easily cause problems for the body.
But fortunately... Xue Jing himself is strong enough.
Thanks to his skills of [Health Preservation] and [Fitness], as well as his own martial arts training, his energy and vitality were incredibly strong, which prevented Jin Gong from having an attack.
This is equivalent to a family being in a continuous upward period, with a constant supply of external forces covering up family conflicts and preventing the financial crisis from erupting.
In this way, Xue Jing has come all the way to the present safely without feeling anything wrong at all.
However, although the problem is covered up by stronger external forces, the problem itself will not disappear. It will still exist and will always be a hidden danger.
Fortunately, after practicing Huang Po Gong, he has gained sufficient knowledge and has a detailed insight into the situation inside his body.
With his personal action, he actively practiced Huang Po Gong and controlled Huang Po to interfere with the regulation of Jingong and Mumu. This was equivalent to having a top leader behind Huang Po, who personally supported Huang Po. No matter how reluctant Jingong was, he had to obey and start to build good relationships with the other five internal organs.
Jin Gong actively cooperated, and his overwhelming strength turned out to be a good thing, as Huang Po coordinated the other internal organs, allowing them to grow faster and keep up with Jin Gong's strength.
Xue Jing spent the entire afternoon reading and practicing Huang Po Kung Fu.
It was not until after five in the afternoon that he stopped, urged by hunger.
A feeling of 'hunger' came from all over his body.
Every place seemed to be desperately shouting "hungry".
Xue Jing swallowed and felt his mouth a little dry.
"... This kind of professional internal organ nourishing technique consumes too much energy."
He stood up and was about to go to the cafeteria to show off his meal, but suddenly his expression changed.
His bare feet touched the floor of the training room, and he felt countless tiny vibrations through the skin of his feet.
"This is… "
Xue Jing closed his eyes and focused all his attention on the feeling of the soles of his feet.
He tried to analyze the vibrations he felt through touch, accept them completely, decompose them, and even reverse the process based on their "information" to trace them back to their source.
Gradually, a concrete dark space formed in his mind.
He was located in the very center of this dark space. About thirty-five meters behind him, countless glowing footprints were emerging one after another.
That location is the training hall of Canglong Dojo.
The appearance of each footprint represents a disciple taking a step on the ground.
Xue Jing could even calculate what actions they were making based on the weight and strength of their footsteps.
"… The spleen corresponds to the sense of touch among the five senses. The master once said that the 'Daoist girl' he knew when he was young had a very strong sense of touch because she practiced Huang Po Gong. She could feel the vibration of the footsteps of people dozens of kilometers away by touching the ground with her hands, and even detect the strength of the other person from the footsteps."
"Now it seems that what he said is true."
Xue Jing opened his eyes and talked to himself.
He had previously trained the five internal organs from the outside to the inside through the Doujia Gong for a long time. Although the results were mediocre, he had accumulated a lot of experience.
Now that he had practiced authentic internal training and internal organ nourishment skills, he had immediately undergone a qualitative change. His five senses had been greatly enhanced, especially the sense of touch, which corresponded to Huang Po's.
"It seems that I can be a human radar from now on..."
As he thought about this, he left the training room and went to the cafeteria.
Asking the old chef in charge of making medicinal food to prepare as much as possible, Xue Jing began to show off the medicinal food non-stop to make up for the nutritional deficiencies in his body caused by practicing Huang Po Gong.
He didn't stop until he had eaten nearly ten times the amount of medicinal food he usually ate.
His strong digestive system allowed him to digest food as he ate, and he managed to eat dozens of kilograms of food.
Xue Jing walked out of the cafeteria, thinking:
"It's not a good idea to force yourself to eat like this. These ordinary medicinal foods have too low nutritional value for me now. It's like a beast eating grass. Although it can solve the problem temporarily, it's not a long-term solution."
"The Huang Po Kungfu contains a method for making the accompanying secret medicine. We need to go through the Taoist temple's channels and find a company in the border area to purchase a batch of medicinal materials..."
"We must get him the nutrition!"
…
In a dark basement.
An extremely tall man wearing a black windbreaker that covers his entire body was standing in front of two beds that looked like operating tables.
The man had no hair on his head, and there were six button-like things inlaid on the top of his head, like Buddhist precepts. Below the corners of his eyes was a black mask that covered most of his face. The mask was not worn on, but sewn to the skin with fine needle and thread.
He is extremely tall, at least two meters tall. Generally speaking, with this height, even if the BMI is normal, it is easy to give people the impression of being tall and skinny.
But his physique is extremely strong. Even with such a height, he even looks a little fat, like a brown bear standing up.
The man stared at the two 'mummies' lying on the two operating tables without any emotion.
There were two people wrapped in white bandages, with only their eyes and nostrils exposed.
"Jiao Hongyuan, the operation was completed two days ago. How long do you need to lie down?"
The man spoke in a mechanical and steady voice, without any emotion, his voice was low and hoarse.
Jiao Hongyuan, lying on the operating table, opened his eyes and turned his head slightly to look at him.
"Why are you so anxious? I am almost crippled and underwent the limit-breaking surgery. It is already a miracle that I can survive."
"The more offspring the insect queen gives birth to, the better. If we wait a few more days, perhaps a few more 'king insects' will be born..."
Jiao Hongyuan said calmly.
That was not the calmness that comes from being confident in what is planned, but rather a lifeless indifference.
It's like a patient with a terminal illness who has struggled, despaired, and finally, helplessly, feels a sense of indifferent calm.
The man said expressionlessly, "There is only half a month left until the 'big meeting'. We need to allow time for things to ferment among the people. That person has already spoken. You still have three days."
Jiao Hongyuan closed his eyes and stopped looking at him: "It doesn't matter. If he is not satisfied, then he can just find someone else to do it. It's not me who is anxious."
The man narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous tone: "We had you undergo the limit-breaking surgery in advance."
Jiao Hongyuan laughed and said, "That's because you need me to die without any evidence... Don't think I don't know what you put in my body during the operation."
man:"… "
"I know everything, but I don't care because it doesn't matter anymore."
Jiao Hongyuan spoke in a calm tone.
"My martial arts, my disciples, my dojo, everything I had... all has been destroyed."
"To be honest, I can't even feel any hatred towards Canglong Dojo right now. I just simply want to see this world burn, and burn with me."
"Go back. I will take action when it's time. This matter is decided by me. If you are not satisfied, you can kill me now."
The man stopped talking, looked at Jiao Hongyuan deeply, and turned away.
After he left, Jiao Hongyuan turned and looked at Li Chengxuan who was lying on the operating table next to him.
"Chengxuan, I can even think rationally now. The reason why things have come to this point is entirely your fault."
"But now, it doesn't matter."
"If the master is going to die, you must die too. Everyone in the Hidden Dragon Dojo must die too, especially that brat."
"Everything will be burned to ashes..."
Calm and eerie words echoed in the dark basement.
…
A few days later.
On the outskirts of Dongcheng District.
On a flat and wide grassland, Xue Jing looked up at the big sun in the sky, narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned his gaze to the middle-aged man with long hair, who had a handsome face and a sturdy figure, standing opposite him.
Today, the eldest senior brother Meng Boshan had a rare moment of free time and was doing nothing in the Canglong Dojo, so Li Qi suggested that Meng Boshan have a practical training with him.
Things are different now. Xue Jing is no longer the newbie who just started practicing martial arts a few months ago. If he were to fight with his senior brother in Canglong Dojo now, the entire office building would have to be demolished.
So, several people came to the suburbs.
"Come on, Master!"
The little girl Zong Shichan, who was standing dozens of meters away, waved and shouted loudly.
In addition to her, there was Li Qi in a wheelchair, and Meng Qingjiao, who was standing behind him pushing the wheelchair with a cold expression.
"Master, can Master defeat Master Meng?"
Zong Shichan asked Li Qi curiously.
Li Qi touched her head, smiled and said:
"In a fight between martial artists, anything is possible. As long as it's not a life-and-death fight, Xiao Jing does have a chance."
But... the chance is very small.
Li Qi tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers.
Xue Jing exhaled a little, held out his hand and clasped his fists, saying, "Big Brother, please."
"..." Meng Boshang nodded at him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was smiling.
Xue Jing's eyes showed seriousness.
This was the first time he fought against the real senior brother in real life.
All of the previous ones were simulated in the consciousness space, and the simulation was not the real strength of the eldest brother. It was only simulated according to the data of the eldest brother's previous actions.
At the first moment, Xue Jing's pupils turned into a divine silver-white color.
Then—“BOOM!”
With a flash of his figure, Xue Jing disappeared from the spot, leaving behind him a spiral trail of colorful fireworks, rushing straight towards Meng Boshang. Wherever he passed, the grass split to the sides, leaving a long gap.
"Flame Link, Burning Wheel!"
A spiral dent appeared on his right hand, carrying a colorful tail flame, and slammed towards Meng Boshang with unstoppable force.
Meng Boshang stood where he was, stretched out his fist which was as big as a sandbag, and punched out as well.
“Bang!!”
A deafening, thunderous explosion occurred between the two colliding fists.
A circle of distorted light, a terrifying circular air wave visible to the naked eye suddenly spread out from it, bending the hair of the two people and swaying it backwards. Within a diameter of five meters around the two people, the grass was directly blown away, and soil debris was scattered everywhere.
Five meters away, large patches of weeds were bent and expanded in a circle. The clothes of several people watching the battle dozens of meters away were rustled by the airflow.
"..." A slight look of surprise appeared on Meng Boshang's face.
Before he could respond, a violent storm of fists came towards him.
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—”
The overwhelming fist shadows, accompanied by colorful fireworks, came one after another, each punch heavier than the other.
Meng Bo's injured hands turned into afterimages, and he kept accurately blocking Xue Jing's terrifying attack of dozens of punches per second. Although he blocked every blow firmly, the surprise on his face became more and more intense.
Xue Jing became more and more excited as he fought with all his strength and without reservation.
"Thunder Flame Boiling Cauldron!"
Looking at Xue Jing's final and obviously extraordinary attack, Meng Bo's arms were covered with dense golden scales that overlapped with each other.
"boom!!"
Meng Boshang was like a cannonball that was blown away. He retreated rapidly, his feet stomping on the grass and soil, plowing two deep furrows along the way, extending to nearly a hundred meters away.
“Master is so awesome!”
Zong Shichan looked at this scene, his eyes shining as if they could shoot stars.
Li Qi nodded and said with satisfaction: "Very strong offensive, the killing moves are also perfectly integrated..."