Chapter 0004 Reward
Li Chengkong listened to Song Minghua's mnemonics while making deductions.
After integrating Yitian, the brain can have a photographic memory and can perform multi-threaded operations, which means multitasking.
By the time Song Minghua finished speaking, he had already calculated it hundreds of times.
This is indeed a simple mnemonic, which only tells you how to breathe and how to coordinate your mind with your breathing to circulate along the Ren and Du meridians.
First, adjust your breathing to be fine and even, as thin as silk, continuous and slow. The most important thing is to keep your mind attached to your breathing and not separate from it for a moment.
It is easy for ordinary people to lose their concentration, easily wander off and become distracted, making it difficult for them to maintain concentration for long periods of time.
As long as your mind is distracted, all previous efforts will be wasted and you will need to regulate your breathing and return to the spirit again.
This is a skill that requires sufficient training .
He controlled his body very delicately and his mind was extremely focused. After a few breaths, he was able to adjust his breathing to an even state, with his heart and breath being in uninterrupted sync.
Then inhale three times and exhale, then inhale five times and exhale, and then inhale nine times and exhale. When you can feel a faint feeling, distract your attention to sense your Dantian.
If there is heat, the mind can leave the breath and return to the heat.
He didn't expect it to be so easy. Heat suddenly appeared and he could even see the heat.
A ball of heat was like a flame or a red mist, hazy and vague, as if it was about to dissipate, yet was being gathered by an invisible force.
He guided the heat along the Ren and Du meridians' small circulation route. After one circulation, the heat became slightly larger.
He suddenly had an idea and increased his thinking speed to ten times faster.
In this state, the speed of thermal energy circulation does not change much, and you cannot feel it speeding up, but you can feel the outside world slowing down and your heartbeat slowing down.
He multitasked, directing the heat while pondering the synchronization of body and mind.
The body doesn't move as fast as the mind.
The only way to defeat martial arts in the world is to be faster. If your body and mind are in sync, you can protect yourself without practicing martial arts.
He has tried it over the past ten days. Through calculation and deduction, he optimized the movements and muscle strength, and his body became just a little faster, which is equivalent to changing the 100-meter dash from thirteen seconds to under ten seconds.
Then no matter how much optimization is done, it is useless because the speed has reached its limit.
With ten times the thinking, his energy was quickly consumed and he soon became drowsy. At this time, the heat in his dantian doubled in size.
He fell asleep until dawn, and continued to practice after waking up. When he became drowsy, his heat doubled again.
He got up drowsily, ate, and when he came to the vegetable garden, he felt better. Physical activity speeded up blood circulation and restored his spirit.
Will it be more effective if you practice while working?
He tried it whenever he thought of it.
Utilizing the ability to multitask, he could practice while working and discover the wonders of inner strength.
When the heat flows through the Ren and Du meridians, the body's endurance is greatly increased and it is less easy to get tired.
This forms a beneficial cycle, in which the circulation of internal energy greatly increases endurance, allowing you to work longer, and working increases your energy, allowing you to maintain practice longer.
"Who taught you the breathing technique?!"
He was practicing while swinging the pickaxe, and was immersed in the beauty of it, but was interrupted by a loud shout from Old Wang.
Li Chengkong continued to mobilize his internal energy and turned his head to look over.
Old Wang was already standing beside him, holding the pickaxe. He stared at him and asked loudly, "Who taught you the breathing technique?"
Li Chengkong still maintained the circulation of his internal energy and said with a smile: " Old Wang, this is the most basic breathing technique, which strengthens the body. It is not very powerful, so don't get so excited!"
"Alas... you, you." Old Wang stamped his feet, looking very disappointed: "After all, you still have to practice martial arts!"
"My body is too weak, I have to practice martial arts eventually."
"Alas..." Old Wang shook his head and said nothing, looking dejected and helpless.
Li Chengkong felt uncomfortable when he was looked at by him, as if he had done something evil that angered God and everyone, and felt sorry for everyone.
Old Wang said angrily: "Stay away from those three people in your room. They are from the Ziyang Sect. Who knows what bad intentions they might have by teaching you martial arts!"
Without waiting for Li Chengkong to ask, Old Wang said directly: "The Ziyang Sect said something about the purple energy raising the sun and the revival of the heavenly root... Hey, it's all a lie. The heavenly root has been cut off, so how can it be restored!"
Li Chengkong moved.
Can the Heavenly Root be restored? Can a eunuch turn back into a man?
"The palace has issued a clear order to ban the Ziyang Sect. Once discovered, you will either be sent to guard the salt in the North Sea or to grow vegetables in the Xiaoling Mausoleum. You will never be able to move!"
"Is this Ziyang Sect one of the three religions and four sects?"
"There is a huge gap!" Old Wang waved his hand: "Zi Yang Sect is just a small sect that cannot be seen in the light. Compared with the three religions and four sects, it is like a petty thief who steals chickens and dogs compared to a prince."
"Old Wang, I don't have enough energy. Is there any way?"
" have no idea!"
"It seems you know."
"I won't tell you even if I know it!"
"This isn't a martial art, so it's okay to tell me, right?"
"Hey, this method of visualization is much more precious than martial arts skills, and they are all secret!"
"Oh... forget it." Li Chengkong shook his head in disappointment.
Old Wang swung his pickaxe vigorously, digging the ground while humming: "Practice, practice, just practice! There will be a day when you will regret it!"
Li Chengkong smiled and said, "I'm going to stay here for the rest of my life anyway, so it doesn't matter whether I practice martial arts or not."
Old Wang remained silent and stopped talking for the entire day, as if he had become a mute and no one paid any attention to him.
Li Chengkong didn't care. While taking a break, he picked up a branch and used it as a sword, stabbing forward continuously.
He calculated and adjusted every inch of his muscles to make the thrust faster and more powerful.
Seeing his progress at a speed visible to the naked eye, Old Wang's eyes flickered, but he remained silent.
Later, Li Chengkong stabbed lightly, and there was a soft whistling sound at an extremely fast speed.
In the following days, Old Wang remained silent and watched coldly as Li Chengkong practiced the breathing technique and the stabbing move.
Li Chengkong has been immersed in cultivation and feels that time is passing very quickly.
The heat from Dantian has spread throughout the entire Dantian, just like smoke filling the room, becoming thicker and thicker, and the Dantian is gradually getting hotter.
That evening, when he returned to the yard from the vegetable garden, he found the atmosphere in the yard depressing, and everyone's faces no longer had the joy of "finally finishing work and having a good rest."
"I heard that this time he was killed inside the house instead of outside."
"It's not safe in this house anymore!"
"What do those guys from Xiaolingwei do for a living?"
"Them? Hey!"
“That’s their dereliction of duty!”
"I heard that the Xiaoling Guards haven't had any night patrols recently!"
"Are they afraid and don't dare to come out? What's the use of them?!"
"Alas... the Xiaoling Guards are all just idling away their time, only trying to avoid mistakes rather than achieve merit."
"We have people who died, isn't that their responsibility?"
"It's better to have a responsibility than to lose your life."
"Assholes, I raised a bunch of them for nothing, they neither farm nor work, they are lazy all day long!"
Everyone started cursing.
Li Chengkong entered the house.
Song Minghua and the other two were sitting on the couch practicing martial arts. He did not disturb them. Instead, he took out the stick hidden in his sleeve and stabbed them lightly.
After practicing for a while, the three of them opened their eyes and discussed.
Li Chengkong then realized that the Shrine Prison had offered a reward, and anyone who caught or killed the murderer would be rewarded with a courtyard.
Two more eunuchs died last night. They were murdered in the house, and the other two people in the house didn't even notice it.
Song Minghua smiled and said, "Old Li, I see you are practicing sword skills. Is it to deal with the murderer?"
Li Chengkong admitted it frankly.
"What a waste of effort!" Hu Yunshi snorted.
Sun Guiwu shook his head: "Old Li, you have never practiced swordsmanship. This move you have learned in such a short time is of no use at all!"
Li Chengkong said: "It's better than waiting to die, right?"
Song Minghua nodded: "That's true."
Hu Yunshi and Sun Guiwu both shook their heads. If practicing like this really worked, then why would they still need to practice exquisite sword techniques?
The next day when they were having dinner, they heard the news again that two more people had died the night before.
The shrine supervisor was furious and issued an even heavier reward: whoever killed the murderer would be given a courtyard and could enter the treasury to choose a treasure.
Li Chengkong continued to practice martial arts, practicing stabbing styles, digging the ground for a while and then practicing sword for a while.
Old Wang suddenly said, "Chengkong, your stabbing method is too crude!"
