"Okay, I just prepared a medicinal bath. It should be ready now. Go and soak in it. Remember to practice breathing techniques while soaking. Find the feeling of 'skin breathing' so that you can absorb the medicinal power of the bath..."
"The damage to the body caused by the Shaking Armor Technique is extremely severe. Every time you practice it, you need to take a whole set of secret medicine to nourish your body. Otherwise, if you practice it too hard, you will die in two or three days..."
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In the next few days, Li Qi taught Xue Jing the remaining four sets of movements of the Doujia Gong, which corresponded to flesh, tendons, bones and blood respectively.
Each set is more difficult than the last, and each one requires taking different secret medicines and taking different medicinal baths. Li Qi will even give him acupuncture himself, making his whole body look like a hedgehog.
Xue Jing couldn't help but sigh, this is the truth about practicing martial arts... The way in novels where you just get a book of martial arts and start practicing randomly is indeed unrealistic.
The martial arts method is only one aspect, and even a trivial one. The secret medicines and corresponding uses that match the martial arts method are the top priorities and are the true core inheritance of the major martial arts schools.
Time flies, and seven or eight days passed in the blink of an eye.
Hidden Dragon Dojo, in the training hall.
“Ha!!” “Bang!”
In front of the dynamometer in the training hall, ordinary disciples in training clothes were queuing up. They took turns going forward and punching on the dynamometer. Numbers kept popping up on the screen.
"Wen Zhaorong, punching force 201.3kg..."
Xue Jing, wearing a black training suit, stood upright next to the boxing machine. His upright figure was like a strong pine tree, firmly rooted in the ground, giving people a sense of unshakable stability.
He held a stack of notebooks in one hand and a pen in the other, writing on the notebooks to record the disciples' punching strength test results.
Today is the monthly small test day of Canglong Dojo, which is used to check the disciples' progress in martial arts training.
Xue Jing, who was the most idle among Li Qi's disciples, was drafted by Li Qi to be responsible for recording the disciples' test scores.
Several female disciples who had already finished the test were sitting on soft chairs in the rest area nearby. They were looking at Xue Jing and giggling while whispering something.
"Junior brother!" Another young disciple came to the dynamometer, clasped his fists and bowed to Xue Jing. After Xue Jing nodded in response, he began to put on his boxing stance and punched hard at the dynamometer.
"Bang!"
Xue Jing glanced at the screen and wrote on the notebook: "Yi Yingyu, 212.2kg..."
Yi Yingyu seemed a little surprised by the result, with a look of delight on his face. He clasped his fists and bowed to Xue Jing again, then happily went to take the next test.
"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, why don't you take the test too? Let everyone see how powerful your direct disciple is!"
A pretty female disciple nearby started to tease.
As soon as she said this, countless people responded.
"Yes, yes, little brother, give it a try. Everyone is very curious."
"I was not there when Junior Brother attacked twice, it was a huge loss. Show us your skills today~"
"After all, the young brother has only been practicing for a short time. Even though he is a genius, his punching power may not be that strong. Everyone, please don't push him."
There are also those who use the method of provoking others.
Xue Jing smiled and said softly, "No, there's nothing to test. I don't think anything can be found out."
As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples refused to give in.
"Hey~ Why is that? It won't cost you anything to show it to everyone."
"Young Senior Brother, you are really afraid of showing your weakness. Don't worry, how long have you been practicing? No one will laugh at you."
"I will be the first to not forgive anyone who dares to laugh at me, just try it..."
The disciples have always been very curious about this very young disciple of his. It is a rare opportunity to get close to him, so they can't help but want to tease him.
At this time, a man walked over to the door of the training hall. It was Chen Fuguang.
He waved over here without saying anything, and only Xue Jing noticed him.
Xue Jing looked at the disciples who were entangled in front of him, thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "Then I will just give it a try."
Everyone immediately applauded.
"Okay! Let us see the style of our little brother!"
"This is what a direct disciple should be like. Being weak is only temporary. The most important thing is not to be stage-frightened."
"Everyone, get out of the way and watch our little brother perform!"
Everyone was laughing.
They had no ill intentions, they just wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to Xue Jing and join in the fun.
The disciples dispersed and made room for Xue Jing.
He walked to the dynamometer, without any boxing stance, but just leaned sideways and threw a backhand punch at the leather cushion, as casually as throwing a bottle into a trash can.
"puff!"
An extremely dull sound was heard, and there was no response on the screen.
"Hmm?" The disciples looked puzzled.
After Xue Jing threw a punch, he turned and walked towards the entrance of the training hall.
When everyone was wondering, the leather cushion on the dynamometer suddenly cracked with a sound.
Then, as if a chain reaction was triggered, the cushion began to crack in various places, and the sponge inside shattered like dead leaves and fell to the ground, leaving only a bare iron pipe in the original place of the cushion.
Seeing this scene, everyone looked incredulous, as if they had seen a ghost.
"Is this... soft power!?"
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Chapter 58: Poor in Literature and Rich in Martial Arts, the Banquet of the Second Generation
Soft power is also called hidden power.
It is an advanced use of strength.
This effect can be achieved through the subtle manipulation of the force, focusing it at one point, injecting it into the target's body and then exploding it.
Xue Jing punched with soft force, and all the force was applied to the fist pad of the dynamometer without touching the dynamometer itself. Therefore, the machine itself did not react at all, but the fist pad was torn into pieces by this soft force.
People who are good at using soft power, such as Meng Qingjiao, can even control it freely. Their moves are silent and yet they make it look like a light lift. A light touch of the palm can make Xue Jing fly more than ten meters away without hurting him. All the strength is used for 'pushing'.
Ever since Xue Jing's energy reached Level 6 the day before yesterday, he quickly learned how to use soft energy.
But he is not proficient enough yet. When he throws a punch, it makes a dull sound and he cannot achieve the state of doing it silently and with ease.
"Junior brother, please go to the warehouse and get a boxing pad to put on the dynamometer."
Xue Jing reached out and patted an ordinary disciple on the shoulder and said with a smile.
He suddenly felt a little weird, as if he was a leader who had caused trouble for others and needed others to clean up the mess...
However, he had no intention of taking action, but because of the disciples' enthusiastic invitation, he couldn't help but show off his skills. Even if we ignore the facts, it must be the fault of the disciple who instigated the disturbance that the boxing pad was destroyed.
Not knowing that the junior brother in front of him was criticizing them, the disciple nodded quickly and said respectfully: "Yes, junior brother!"
Intentionally or unintentionally, he established his prestige...
Xue Jing smiled, said nothing more, and left the training hall at a leisurely pace.
As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw Chen Fuguang standing there. Xue Jing immediately asked:
"Brother Chen, do you have something to ask me?"
Chen Fuguang put his arm around his shoulders and said with a smile, "The dojo just received a commission that is very suitable for you. Do you want to try it?"
Upon hearing this, Xue Jing showed a hint of interest on his face.
"Please speak, brother."
Ever since he began to practice Doujia Gong, he has deeply realized the meaning of the saying "the poor are good at literature, but the rich are good at martial arts."
The various secret medicines he needs to consume for his daily practice cost an average of nearly 10,000 Zhuxia coins per day.
This is just the cost price! Only the cost of raw materials and processing fees are taken into account, which is equivalent to Canglong Dojo suffering a loss to support him.
Many of the raw materials for these secret medicines need to be obtained from the border areas, and they have to be purchased from those border companies with huge appetites, especially the materials related to "dragon seeds", which are extremely expensive.
As the practice progresses, more and more medicines will be needed, and they will become more and more expensive...
This is also the reason why the direct disciples are so busy and often disappear without a trace, because they have to make money.
Xue Jing's current daily income is only the 200,000 yuan monthly salary from the shelter company, as well as the bonus subsidies after completing the shelter mission... The latter is still an unstable income.
If this continues, I won't be able to support my martial arts training needs.
Therefore, he also had to start learning from other disciples and start accepting some "commissions".
The Canglong Dojo is famous, and many things from all walks of life that need to be solved by warriors are entrusted here. The fees for these commissions are an important source of income for the Canglong Dojo, and are even much more than the tuition paid by ordinary disciples.
As long as Xue Jing completed the commission, he would get a considerable commission, so he asked Chen Fuguang a few days ago to let him handle any commission that suited him.
Now there is finally news.
Chen Fuguang took out his mobile phone, operated it for a few times, and then handed it to Xue Jing.
There is an address above.
[No. 617, Jinhai Street, Dongcheng District, Ruizhu Hotel, Tel: XXXXXXX]
After Xue Jing memorized it, he handed the phone back to Chen Fuguang, who took it and said, "The client is the Ruizhu Hotel. According to them, one of their guests was mysteriously attacked last night."
"Mysterious attack?" Xue Jing looked puzzled.
Chen Fuguang nodded and said thoughtfully, "It was a young woman in her twenties who was on a business trip to Qingcheng from another place. She was staying in her room peacefully in the middle of the night yesterday when she was suddenly killed. Her body was gnawed into a mess. I don't know if it was done by a perverted killer or something else."
"The surveillance camera didn't capture any clues?" Xue Jing asked.
"No, the hotel corridor surveillance did not capture anyone coming to this floor in the hours before and after her death."
"Therefore, the perpetrator may have entered the room from other places, such as a window or balcony."
Xue Jing nodded and said, "So that's how it is. They suspect that the murderer may have practiced martial arts and used his skills to break into the house and kill people?"
Chen Fuguang hummed and said, "That's right... In fact, hotel murders are not uncommon. Usually, we just call the police and hand it over to the Public Security Bureau for investigation."
"It's just that unfortunately, there's a banquet at the Ruizhu Hotel tomorrow... It's hosted by a group of second-generation people from the North City District. The parents of these people are either ruling council members or company bosses, and none of them can get into trouble. Ruizhu Hotel has no choice but to entrust multiple dojos to strengthen on-site protection."
Xue Jing complained: "People have died, and this group of people don't think it's unlucky. Why don't they hold it somewhere else?"
Chen Fuguang smiled helplessly and said, "Originally, the Ruizhu Hotel also suggested that they change the venue or date, but when these second-generations heard that someone had died, they were very excited. They said it was a thrilling feeling and they insisted on having a banquet tomorrow."
Xue Jing raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "You are just talking nonsense."
Once people have money and power, they will naturally lose a lot of things, such as worries...
As the saying goes, the more you lack something, the more you pursue it. He is not surprised that this group of second-generation people would cause themselves trouble. This is quite normal.
"This time, the commission is to protect these second-generations at the banquet. In addition to our Canglong Dojo, there will also be several disciples from other dojos."
Chen Fuguang patted Xue Jing on the shoulder.
"I don't think the murderer will come here to seek death. It's very likely that he will just go through the motions to complete the commission. But you still have to be careful. If you really encounter a danger that you can't handle, don't hesitate, run away immediately. Safety is the most important thing. Let those second-generations die."
Xue Jing smiled and nodded.
"Tomorrow night, someone from the Ruizhu Hotel will drive over to pick you up. Just follow them, little brother."
"Okay, Senior Brother, I have a commission to attend to, so I'll leave first. Feel free to call me if you need anything."
After Chen Fuguang finished speaking, he gave a few more instructions and then left the Canglong Dojo.
Xue Jing sent him to the door before returning to the training hall to continue recording the disciples' test scores.
Unlike before, this time, all the disciples were obedient and conducted the test in silence, and no one teased him again.
The sponge crumbs on the floor had already been cleaned up, and the newly replaced boxing pad exuded a unique smell of leather just produced by the factory.
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Chapter 59 There won’t be any surprises!