Chapter 12
The internal force was vast and surging. Although three years of practice had only turned the internal force into a small river, and there were still two acupoints in the Ren Meridian that had not been opened, not even a complete small Zhoutian, but now that he had practiced the Golden Bell Cover, the internal force like a small river actually turned into the Yangtze River, rushing to attack one of the twelve meridians. This momentum was very intense, but the stamina was also extremely insufficient - after all, this internal force was originally the amount of a small river, and to turn it into a raging wave in an instant was just to drain the water and play with the flow.
Originally, such an impact would be difficult to open the acupoints due to insufficient stamina - opening the acupoints is not the end of the matter, it is necessary to flow the internal force in the opened acupoints and consolidate them before the acupoints are opened. As expected, the first wave of impact did not open the acupoints, but Bai Lang did not stop, and his breathing was also stable, so soon, the internal force flowed back from the opened acupoints and meridians, gathering a new wave, and began to impact again.
The impact was actually quite painful. The key point was that it was not a pain that could be overcome by rubbing. Instead, it was a feeling that the meridians seemed to be broken inch by inch, but one could only endure it. Bai Lang gritted his teeth and endured it. At the same time, he also forced himself to focus on the coordination of movements and breathing, and not think about the feeling of impacting the acupuncture points. The second wave was also unsuccessful, but it was even more painful - and as the movement continued, the third wave was already formed.
The third wave succeeded, opening the acupuncture points and opening the first acupuncture point of this meridian. But Bai Lang couldn't stop yet - because the secret book said to complete this set of movements. So he endured the pain and continued, and this time, the acupuncture points he impacted became the last two acupuncture points of the Ren Meridian... It was also three waves of impact, and the intense pain almost made Bai Lang's movements deformed, but he still failed to open the acupuncture points, but fortunately he finished this set of movements.
Bai Lang finished his practice, breathing slowly to calm the turmoil of his inner strength, controlling it bit by bit and storing it in his Dantian Qi Sea. At this time, the sky was bright, and it was time to go back - and have breakfast. At noon and dusk, he had to continue practicing, but this was not as important as the morning. Bai Lang spent half of his 24 hours a day practicing - moving and being still always took up a lot of time.
In the rest of the time he could go online to collect information, stroll around to relax, or even think about nothing and just enjoy the daydreaming of modern life - even daydreaming was much better than being a thug in the world he traveled through... "It seems no wonder that the so-called Qi-strengthening pill is needed. Even with the level of internal strength I have cultivated it is still like this. If I haven't cultivated any internal strength here, wouldn't it be in vain?" Bai Lang thought as he flipped through the secret book.
The medicinal soup used for external training now seems to be less important - because Bai Lang has used an ointment that is definitely better than this one. A small jar of ointment is distributed every month as a welfare ointment in the gang, and the effect is likely to be better than the medicinal soup recorded in this secret book. Bai Lang has been practicing non-stop for three years, and the effect of the ointment has already penetrated into his bones, and his qi and blood have been developed enough, so when he is only practicing the first level of the Golden Bell Cover, he will not damage his body.
From this point of view, even the Qi-strengthening Pill is probably not necessary. With Bai Lang's level, he can practice like this. The key is that the Golden Bell Cover can actually open up the acupuncture points. It doesn't look fake. However, you still have to be careful about whether you will go crazy. However, with Bai Lang's entry-level internal skills and the internal strength of the river, I'm afraid he is not qualified to go crazy, right? There is also an advantage to not needing those prescriptions , that is, these prescriptions are more used as entry restrictions in Bai Lang's view. "Using expensive or even impossible drugs to stop practitioners - the reason you can't practice is because you can't afford the medicine. Isn't this the usual business of charlatans?"
As far as Bai Lang knows, the hundred-year-old mountain ginseng has probably turned into wood, and it has no medicinal effect at all, but the price is extremely expensive...As for tiger bones? Forget it, it would be better to see if cow bones can be used as a substitute. In Bai Lang's opinion, it is best for him to eat more meat to practice this kung fu.
It seems that the case did not involve him. Logically, he should be imprisoned for at least three years for this injury. However, if Bai Lang cannot be found, it can only be regarded as an unsolved case. The second day, the third day... and even the following months were spent like this by Bai Lang. He went back and forth between the two points and did not cause any trouble. He practiced quietly and the progress was naturally good.
One of the twelve meridians was opened, and even the Ren Meridian only had one acupuncture point left. As long as it was opened, his small Zhoutian would be completed - from then on, the internal force would no longer flow intermittently, and it could be said that his martial arts had made great progress. At this point, he could call himself a martial artist. A martial artist who had not opened the small Zhoutian could only be called a thug. Therefore, Bai Lang was more energetic, practiced more seriously, and had begun to get used to the severe pain in his meridians.
This day, he took a breath of purple air from the rising sun in the morning, and then began to practice the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training Golden Bell Cover, enduring the severe pain of the meridians being forcibly widened, and letting the huge wave of internal force that gathered start to impact the last acupuncture point of the Ren Meridian. Thanks to the hard training over the past few months, his internal force has grown significantly. The Golden Bell Cover training method from the outside to the inside also strengthened his external martial arts, drawing a breath of true energy from the external tendons, bones, skin and flesh, and strengthening his internal force - this is exactly the same as the Thirty-two Long Fist he practiced at the beginning.
So now the huge wave formed by the internal force has two waves, one in front and one behind, and if the front wave fails to hit successfully, it can add 30% of its power to the back wave, adding more power - and of course more pain. Bai Lang practiced the outer door punches and kicks of the Golden Bell Cover in a serious manner, while outside there was a circle of idlers or martial arts enthusiasts watching him practice martial arts. Traditionally, this is considered a taboo, but Bai Lang didn't know or care about it at all - practicing in the park in public is inevitable, otherwise he could practice in his own yard, right?
He just controlled the explosive power of his punches and kept his strength back, not wanting to attract more attention. If he attracted those bored reporters to interview him in the city, it would be troublesome - Bai Lang couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be recognized by those people he beat up after he appeared on TV. There were people of all ages around him, only seven or eight people. The number of people had gradually increased over the past few months, from one or two at first, and then slowly became these seven or eight. It seemed that they didn't actively spread the news.
Bai Lang ignored them for now. He originally estimated that he would not be able to make it after the huge waves hit him today. Maybe it would take a few days. However, he did not expect that the first wave would open the last acupuncture point of the Ren Meridian. The internal force rolled in and traveled along the Ren Meridian. The intense pain instantly turned into an indescribable sense of comfort. He felt light and fluttery as if he was about to fly. The pores on his body that were originally locked suddenly opened up. Sweat flowed out in the blink of an eye, soaking his clothes. The sweat was steaming up. He looked like a freshly baked bun...
