Chapter 0005: One Style
Li Chengkong stopped the iron rake.
The two of them were raking the ground, sifting out the grass roots from the dug mud.
"Old Wang, are you going to teach me swordsmanship?"
"good!"
"Why did you change your mind?"
"That guy has been causing a lot of panic recently. What if you really run into him?"
"Thank you, Old Wang!"
"Alas..." Old Wang looked sad.
Li Chengkong smiled and said, "Can't bear to part with it? Then forget it!"
"You really shouldn't practice martial arts!" Old Wang sighed, "Practicing martial arts is just asking for trouble!"
Li Chengkong smiled and didn't argue with him.
What Old Wang said makes sense, but things in the world are often not as we wish, just like the situation now, do I have any other choice?
I have already died once, and I don't want to live another dull life like in my previous life.
In a world where martial arts flourish, not practicing martial arts is more hateful than being castrated and becoming a eunuch.
What's more, he has never given up the idea of restoring his body. It may be possible for him to restore his genitals through practice and become a man again.
Old Wang pulled out a wooden stick from his sleeve, which was as thick as his index finger. "Watch me, I will only teach you this one move. This is the Qian Kun move, and you are not allowed to pass it on to others!"
He stabbed lightly, silently.
Li Chengkong only felt his eyes blurred and the stick was already in another place.
The impact of this stab on him far exceeded the sense of speed when flying on an airplane. He even had an illusion that the instantaneous speed of this stab was faster than that of an airplane.
Old Wang breaks down each movement in detail, from the toes and soles of the feet to the calves, thighs, waist and abdomen, and then to the shoulders, elbows, wrists, fingers, and the coordination of internal force.
This seemingly ordinary stab involves dozens of key points and is more complicated than one can imagine.
When ordinary people practice this move, it is most likely that they will lose sight of one thing while focusing on another.
Old Wang passed this move to Li Chengkong because he saw his talent and exquisite control over his body .
"Practice, don't work today!" Old Wang threw the stick to him.
Li Chengkong took it and smiled: "Ha, Old Wang, you are really cunning."
The wooden stick turned out to be an iron stick. It felt heavy in my hand, and I felt inexplicably at peace holding it.
"Stop talking nonsense and practice quickly!" Old Wang snorted, "If we really run into that devil, we'll have to rely on this to save our lives!"
Li Chengkong's face turned serious, he stopped joking and began to practice the Qiankun style.
Old Wang found that he didn't need to correct himself. Li Chengkong was improving over and over again, and his speed was getting faster and faster.
He shook his head and sighed, with a look of regret on his face.
When returning to the room at night, Li Chengkong said hello to them and continued to practice the Qiankun style.
Song Minghua and the other two were chatting together.
They were all surprised to see how fast he stabbed, but they looked at each other and continued chatting, pretending not to see anything.
"It would be great if we could kill that guy and take over the yard!" Sun Guiwu said with a smile.
There were dozens of people in their yard, and it was too noisy. They had to queue up to take a bath and to go to the toilet in the morning.
It is not conducive to rest or cultivation, and it makes people feel uncomfortable living there.
Having your own yard is quiet and comfortable, which is the dream of all eunuchs who grow vegetables.
"You haven't even slept yet, and you're already dreaming!" Hu Yunshi said coldly, "Why don't you think about whether you can survive if you really run into this!"
"With our combined attack technique, our chances of winning are great!"
"How come it's such a coincidence? Why did he come to our place?"
"Hehe." Sun Guiwu smiled mysteriously.
Song Minghua said: "This courtyard is not so easy to take. The four who died are no less powerful than us."
"Stop talking nonsense and start practicing!" Hu Yunshi said coldly, closing his eyes and starting to meditate and practice Qi.
Song Minghua and Sun Guiwu sat on the couch and meditated and practiced martial arts.
Li Chengkong also put away the iron rod and went to the bed to practice qigong.
In the blink of an eye, he had only a trace of energy left, and he stepped lightly onto the ground to continue practicing the Qian Kun move.
After stabbing hundreds of times, when your spirit has almost recovered, close your eyes and practice Qi, then practice the Qiankun style after practicing Qi for a while.
This cycle repeated itself until late at night when he finally went to bed and fell asleep hugging the iron rod.
Before going to bed, he looked towards Sun Guiwu. Sun Guiwu had already fallen asleep, but he frowned.
He had a vague feeling that Sun Guiwu would cause trouble.
He had been with the three of them for less than a month and had a general understanding of their personalities.
Sun Guiwu is cheerful and generous, impulsive and courageous. Such a person can do anything.
Because he practiced too much, he fell asleep as soon as the thought came to his mind.
When he was in a deep sleep, he was suddenly awakened for some unknown reason.
He felt something was wrong, so he didn't move in a hurry. He opened his eyes slightly, and what he saw shocked him.
Song Minghua and two other men were fighting with a man in black.
It was the first time he saw warriors fighting with his own eyes, and the first time he knew that people could move so quickly and fiercely, which gave him a spooky feeling.
The man in black was thin and had his face covered, with only a pair of eyes flashing with cold lightning.
The moon was very big tonight, and the moonlight shone on his couch and illuminated the room.
He could clearly see the movements of the man in black, as swift as a ghost, his hands spread out like eagle claws, his nails faintly flashing with cold light, his moves made him feel cold all over and his heart was chilled.
The four of them moved incredibly fast, so quickly that Li Chengkong was dizzy.
But what was strange was that their palms intersected, their clothes fluttered, and such intense movements did not make any sound.
He wondered if there was something wrong with his ears, but he could hear his own heartbeat. If there was nothing wrong with his ears, then there must be something wrong with them.
Am I dreaming?
He huddled on the bed without moving, maintaining slow and even breathing, his eyes half-closed, and clenched the iron rod.
Unexpectedly, among the three, Song Minghua, who looked the weakest, had the strongest martial arts skills. His movements were graceful, fast and precise, and he could always block the black-clothed men's attacks on Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshi's vital points in time.
If it weren't for him, Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshi would have been hit in the heart or back and fallen to the ground.
Li Chengkong adjusted his thinking speed back, and they all went into slow motion, with every move clearly visible.
He memorized these moves and deduced them at the same time.
Song Minghua and the other two had a tacit understanding. Song Minghua was in charge of defense, blocking the attack of the men in black, while Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshi were in charge of attack.
The three men seemed to be at a disadvantage, but they were not injured. They fought patiently, making the men in black move faster and faster.
Li Chengkong could see that the black-clad man's moves were fast but somewhat disorganized.
Could this man in black be the so-called "ghost"? The master of magic, the murderer who killed several people?
How did he happen to enter this room?
A light bulb went off in his head, and he thought of Sun Guiwu's mysterious smile.
Obviously it is related to Sun Guiwu!
Suddenly, Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshi pressed down on Song Minghua's back.
Song Minghua's clothes stuck tightly to his body.
The palm that Song Minghua slapped out suddenly became faster, passing over the black-clothed man's interception and hitting the black-clothed man's chest.
The man in black shuddered and froze in place as if he had been cast under a spell.
Song Minghua pressed his right palm on his chest and looked at him coldly.
Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshi breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mission accomplished!" Sun Guiwu said with a smile.
Hu Yunshi glared at him fiercely: "Nonsense!"
Song Minghua was still pressing on the black-clad man's chest without moving, not letting up, and would not let go until the black-clad man was completely dead.
"Old Song, is he dead?" Sun Guiwu stepped forward to pull off the black-clad man's hood, and Hu Yunshi also reached out to feel his breath.
When their fingers were about to touch the black scarf, they suddenly retracted their hands and hurriedly stepped back.
The black-clothed man's eyes suddenly opened, emitting a blood-red light.
"Swish! Swish!" The two claws slashed across the chest of Song Minghua and Sun Guiwu respectively, and the body shot towards Hu Yunshi like a spring.
Hu Yunshi was unable to react in time as the nails flashing red light were so close that they were about to dig into his eyes.
"Uh..." The man in black suddenly stopped, and his fingernails stopped in front of Hu Yunshi's left eyelid, just a hair's breadth away.
