leonardwarren Chapter 50 Hard Work
Chapter 50 Hard Work
For the next few days, Lin Mu did not leave his home.
The Zhao family promised to protect him, but he knew the truth in his heart.
Ling Feng is at the Transformation Realm. If he really wants to sneak in at night, this secluded courtyard is the best place to be buried.
Zhao Hu couldn't possibly guard the door day and night.
What you can rely on is his fists.
My second uncle, Lin Youfu, gets up before dawn every day to cook beef bone soup.
My second aunt would place the bowl on the stone stool at the back gate and never take another step inside.
She knew Lin Mu was practicing his boxing and didn't dare to disturb him.
The stronger Lin Mu is now, the better her life becomes, and the more opportunities her son has.
But every time I cleared the bowls and saw that the bottoms were clean, with not even a trace of soup left, I knew that he had exhausted himself again that day.
Lin Mu would stand under the pear tree in the backyard before dawn every day.
The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and he was the only one standing shirtless on the blue bricks, repeatedly laying the membrane, carving the strength, activating, disintegrating, and starting again.
Night fell, the moon climbed to the treetops, casting a long, thin shadow of his, while the muffled thud of his fist still echoed in the courtyard.
Sometimes, when my aunt woke up in the middle of the night and saw changes in light and shadow in the backyard, she knew that he was still practicing his boxing.
On the night the air membrane was first formed, the four forces could only adhere statically, each occupying a corner.
He spent two days repeatedly fusing these four forces together.
Two streams that are too close together will collide with each other, and the spiral force and the fierce force are even more incompatible. If you are not careful, they will be tangled up on the membrane surface.
If you fail, sit down against the pear tree to regulate your breathing. Once your internal energy has recovered somewhat, stand back in your original position.
My second uncle came to deliver lunch and saw him leaning against a tree trunk, panting heavily, with the bowl on a stone stool. He told him, "Take care and rest, don't overwork yourself."
Over the course of two days, the sweat left marks on the blue bricks dried and then became wet again, and finally, he was able to maintain the penetrating power of the Long Wind Fist, the fierce power of the Tiger Fist, the spiraling power of the Wind Control Spear, and the explosive power of the Whip Kick on the membrane at the same time. The four streams flowed side by side, clearly distinct.
Next, we need to increase the amount of force.
Real combat is not about parrying moves; your opponent's punches won't just land where they've positioned themselves.
Therefore, he hoped that his strength could spread throughout his entire body.
He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts and strength dance together.
Start with the left shoulder—as soon as the thought arises, the penetrating force of the Long Wind Fist covers the Jianjing acupoint.
Hold for three breaths, then release. With a thought, the fierce force of the Tiger Fist presses down on the right rib.
Withdraw again, your mind is like fingertips gliding across the membrane, the spiraling, piercing force of the wind-controlling gun rotating in your lower back.
He retreated again, and the explosive force of the whip kick sent a jolt through his right leg's Huantiao acupoint.
Initially, there was a noticeable lag during the switching process.
There was a half-breath interval between the removal and the resumption of operation.
Half a breath later, a master of internal energy struck him twice with his palms.
This level of intensity is unacceptable.
He gritted his teeth and ground it up again and again.
Left shoulder, right rib, lower back, right leg, chest, left arm, back...
He tried each of the more than one hundred acupoints on his body one by one, his mind acting like an invisible finger, moving back and forth on the air membrane.
Sweat dripped from his chin and splattered onto the blue bricks.
My arms are so sore I can't lift them, the internal energy in my meridians is more than half depleted, and my lips are dry, cracked, and pale.
My second aunt came to collect the bowls in the evening. She had only touched the beef slices twice, and the soup was already cold.
He took a sip of cold water and returned to his original position.
One hundred times. Two hundred times.
From half a breath to an instant, from an instant to a single thought.
Until the energy moves with the mind, the air membrane is like a layer of skin that has come alive.
However, this is still somewhat different from his expectations.
A single burst of force can only withstand one punch or kick; in the complexities of combat, it may not be effective.
He began to increase the amount of force.
First, both locations are activated simultaneously.
A long wind fist strikes the chest, while a whip kick presses down on the left arm's flexed limb.
The air membrane trembled slightly, but he gritted his teeth and held on.
Add one more place.
Right shoulder Jianjing, Fierce Tiger Fist.
The three forces were operating simultaneously in different locations, and the internal energy in the dantian was consumed more than doubled, causing sweat to soak through the waistband of his pants.
He persevered and continued adding more.
Four places, five places, six places.
From ordered to random, close your eyes, no longer specify which position to use which force, let your mind wander on the air membrane, activate wherever you think of.
The air membrane is becoming more and more dynamic, no longer a fixed array of shields, but a random net.
The most difficult part is activating all seven at once.
Seven forces operate simultaneously in seven different locations.
The Long Wind Fist is in the chest, the Fierce Tiger Fist is in the right shoulder, the Whip Kick is in both legs, the Wind-Controlling Spear is in the left arm, and the Triple Spiral Force rotates simultaneously at three acupoints.
The air membrane emitted a sharp buzzing sound, and the forces began to pull against each other.
The straight line of the Long Wind Fist was deflected by the spiral force, and the fierce power of the Fierce Tiger Fist almost collided with the explosive force of the Whip Kick.
He was covered in sweat, his temples throbbing. He divided his mind into seven streams, pressing on seven acupoints simultaneously, gradually guiding the surging energy back to its original position.
We held on.
Then he collapsed onto the blue bricks, panting heavily, his vision blurring in waves.
After resting for a quarter of an hour, I got up, drank a ladle of cold water, ate the bowl of cold beef slices that my second aunt had left on the stone bench that evening, and then stood back under the pear tree.
He knew that this was still far from enough.
If there are blind spots on the air membrane, those blind spots are its fatal weakness.
What he wants is for every inch of skin and every acupoint to activate energy at the same instant that his mind touches it.
One more day.
The moon was very round, casting the shadow of the pear tree across the entire backyard.
Lin Mu stood shirtless in the brightest part of the moonlight, his whole body glistening, it was hard to tell whether it was sweat or dew.
He closed his eyes, laid out the membrane, and spread the four layers of force to the thinnest and most even thickness.
Long Wind Fist, Fierce Tiger Fist, Wind-Riding Spear, Whip Kick.
No longer four streams running side by side, but all scattered, wandering randomly under the guidance of intention.
There is no fixed position or direction; wherever the thought points, the energy flows there.
Nearly 50% of the internal energy in his dantian has been depleted.
Each time I laid the membrane, it felt like I was squeezing out strength from the very marrow of my bones. My lips were cracked, my arms were sore and trembling, and my body, which had been training all day, was calling for a halt.
He took a deep breath, suppressing all his fatigue, and then focused his mind on all the acupoints in his body.
Tanzhong, Jianjing, Dabao, Fengmen, Quchi, Hegu, Huantiao, Zusanli, Chengshan...
From head to toe, every acupoint is targeted by intention.
In that instant, the air membrane covering his entire body emitted an extremely faint hum, and radiance flowed from head to toe.
The four forces exploded simultaneously at each acupoint—at the Tanzhong acupoint, the four forces overlapped into a concentric circle;
At the Jianjing acupoint, the Fierce Tiger Fist and Whip Kick vibrate side by side;
At the Quchi acupoint, the spiraling force of the wind-controlling spear rotates rapidly on the skin surface.
At the Huantiao acupoint, the explosive force of the whip kick is like a taut bowstring.
Every inch of the body can operate simultaneously.
All the forces resonated together.
He clenched his fist, and his eyes became unusually bright.
It's finally done.
then……
The blood and energy were drained instantly.
He knelt on one knee on the blue bricks, his hands supporting him on the ground, panting heavily.
My vision went black, the air membrane shattered with a pop, and my muscles trembled uncontrollably.
Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose, hitting the cracks in the bricks and pooling into a small puddle.
The current amount of energy and blood is only enough to last for a moment.
We still need to continue replenishing our Qi and blood, and cultivating our internal strength.
With trembling hands, he pulled out a Qi and Blood Pill from his pocket and popped it into his mouth.
The warmth spread from the lower abdomen, flowing slowly along the meridians, and the feeling of exhaustion gradually subsided.
Lin Mu gradually began to regain his strength.
He slumped down under the pear tree and pulled out a booklet.
[Body Tempering Technique: Minor Success 89/100]