Chapter 151 Isn’t this unreasonable?
"Young Master, you are so strong, have you really never learned any martial arts to strengthen your strength?"
Judge Wu released the hand of the young man in front of him and asked with a look of disbelief. He just simply tested the young man's wrist strength, but even from this he could infer the general level of the young man's physique.
Innate in martial arts!
Judging from the strength of his physique and the abundance of his qi and blood, this boy's body is definitely not inferior to those warriors who have advanced to the innate level through horizontal training of kung fu.
However, these martial artists have suffered so much and endured so much hardship since childhood. They have treated their bodies like a piece of fine iron, tempering them thousands of times. Only then have they achieved their innate achievements in martial arts.
But forgive his poor eyesight, he really couldn't detect any signs of physical training on this young master, and he didn't think that this young master needed to be tortured like those martial artists who practiced martial arts.
“I’ve never learned it!”
Feng Qing'an answered sincerely that the main credit for his current strong physique was due to Heishan, because Heishan was a living being with fresh blood. Donghuang, Nange and even the Fiery Sun Tree and Bright Dragon Armor that he contracted later, did not provide as much feedback and enhancement to his physique as Heishan.
"You have never practiced martial arts, yet you have such a strong character. You are truly blessed!"
Wu Pan's eyes were complicated at this moment. He learned martial arts from his family and had been practicing both internal and external skills since he was a child. But even so, he only became a congenital warrior when he reached adulthood. He can now recall the suffering he had endured in the past.
But looking at the young man in front of him, if he hadn't investigated tonight, he wouldn't even know what level his physique was at among warriors. This vigorous blood and energy seemed to have fallen from the sky, and he came into being in a daze.
“Shame on you!”
Feng Qing'an observed the man's words and expressions and knew that he had probably provoked Judge Wu and made him recall something bad.
"Sir, with such a solid foundation, have you ever thought about learning martial arts?"
At this moment, after examining Feng Qing'an's body, Wu Pan had already begun to cherish his talent. If he had previously explained his martial arts experience and the use and control of strength just to repay the favor of the sword, now he had the urge to pass on his legacy.
But he also knew that he was far from qualified to be the young man's teacher. Even so, he was willing to teach him martial arts training methods, those techniques of strengthening the body, cultivating true qi, and even fighting techniques. He now wanted to teach him everything he knew.
He had no use for it anyway, and to be honest, he had also visited the descendants of his family. Nearly two hundred years were enough to cause a small family that was not prosperous to begin with to decline, even with the protection of a god like him.
Learning martial arts requires not only talent, but also a lot of money. Both are indispensable. No family can guarantee that there will be geniuses in every generation. Big families can try their best to marry wives and have children to increase the number, but small families cannot follow suit.
"There have been!"
Feng Qing'an nodded in acknowledgment. Before his elder brother took the imperial examination, and before he inherited the beastmaster's legacy, he would have been willing to learn anything as long as someone taught him, but no one did.
"I have summarized and compiled a martial arts book, which contains all my martial arts knowledge, as well as some speculations and conjectures. Today, we hit it off, young master, so I will give it to you as a gift!"
As he spoke, Judge Wu actually took out a book from his arms, and in front of Feng Qing'an's surprised gaze, he took out a second book, and then a third one.
In the blink of an eye, a thick pile of books was piled up on the desk in front of Feng Qing'an. Obviously, this ghost god also possessed some kind of magic weapon that could store objects.
This is not surprising. What surprised Feng Qing'an was that this ghost was so generous that he gave him all his hard work in his lifetime.
"Isn't this inappropriate?"
"These are just a pile of waste paper to me. They are of no use to me."
As he was speaking, the burly man stood up and looked towards the east. The distant sky was already turning pale, and the sun was about to rise.
"If you don't want to accept it, then just throw it away. Even if you want to use it as a fire starter, I will take my leave for now!"
After he finished speaking, the ghost did not wait for Feng Qingan to respond. His figure slowly dissipated and he left.
“This is really…”
Feng Qing'an looked down at the thick stack of classics on the stone table and felt as if he was in a dream. He just casually swung his sword, but it actually brought back the life's work of a warrior.
"Let's see!"
Feng Qing'an, who showed no sign of fatigue at all, sat down at the stone table, picked up a book and began to read it. The little golden-scaled dragon, who had been eavesdropping on his collar all night, no longer had any scruples and came out directly, wrapped around his wrist, also reading attentively.
Feng Qing'an looked at the studious little guy and smiled knowingly, but he didn't take his behavior to heart.
After all, it is a newly born spiritual being, so it is normal for it to be curious about things it has never seen before. This is the martial arts of the human race, and it is of no benefit to a spiritual object like it. Even if it learns it, it will be useless.
It was precisely because of this that Judge Wu did not care even when he discovered that there was a little guy eavesdropping on Feng Qing'an. He just sighed that this young man had great fortune and actually had such a spiritual weapon with him.
"You really are teaching me everything you know!"
Feng Qing'an simply flipped through one book, which contained a rather profound martial arts internal power technique, as well as a method of strengthening the physique that matched the technique, namely horizontal training kung fu. He continued to flip through the second book, and was more and more surprised.
It is no wonder that this martial arts judge called it a martial arts classic, because it includes nearly ten kinds of mental methods at different levels, and even matching external skills. It also contains all the single pill recipes, medicinal foods, taboos, etc. needed for practice.
In addition to the internal and external martial arts skills, it also records the fighting techniques of many weapons such as swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, which also include the use and meticulous mastery of strength.
This is also the part that Feng Qingan is most interested in. He has no interest in practicing martial arts now, not to mention whether he has a talent for martial arts. Even if he has a talent, the martial arts classics he has obtained now only cover a wide range, but the level involved is not high, at least not in Feng Qingan's eyes.
There are two levels of martial arts practice: acquired and innate. Acquired martial artists are the most common and largest group of martial artists. Their practice focuses on internal strength or physical training. After accumulating to a certain level, they will undergo a transformation, returning from acquired to innate.
However, the number of warriors who can become innate is rare, and one in a thousand. Above the innate warriors, there are Gangsha, Hunyuan, Shendan, and the Tongtian realm which is called the martial arts immortal in ancient books.
Feng Qing'an knew from this that martial arts was also a path to immortality, and its upper limit was much higher than Feng Qing'an had initially expected. But even so, Feng Qing'an had no intention of practicing martial arts.
Because the so-called martial arts book in his hand, its most profound mental method can only be cultivated to the level of magic elixir. The most shitty thing is that this so-called magic elixir was actually deduced. Even the founder who left behind the mental method has not cultivated to this level.
Feng Qing'an would not practice this kind of martial arts inheritance even if he was crazy, and would only take it as a reference. After all, the practice of martial arts is to seek within rather than without, and it is about unlocking the potential contained in one's body, which is very desirable.
Feng Qing'an was so engrossed in watching that he didn't realize the sun was already high in the sky. When he came to his senses, he couldn't help but sigh that time flies, and this was just a simple review.
Even though this martial arts inheritance was not profound, it still required him to spend a lot of time to chew on it, because there were too many techniques that were beneficial to him.
"You little thing, can you understand it too?"
Feng Qing'an also discovered something that surprised him at this time. He had been watching for so long, and the little golden-scaled dragon had been coiled around his wrist all the time, and its posture had not changed much until now.
Chant
When the little dragon saw Feng Qing'an was about to close the book, misty fog emanated from between its scales, and its small body flew up with the light fog. It pounced on the page, turned its head to look at Feng Qing'an, and uttered a low hum.
"You still want to see it?"
Chant
"Then just watch!"
Feng Qing'an had no objection. The paper used in this martial arts book was not ordinary paper. It would not be moistened by water vapor and would not be easily damaged.
Chant
Feeling Ming Longjia's joyful mood, Feng Qing'an couldn't help but be infected and smiled. Then he stood up, stretched, opened the gate, and went out to find food.
Cook for yourself? Impossible. There are so many delicacies in Jiangyang Mansion that he hasn't tried them all yet. Why would he mess around?
The next day, early morning
Heishan, who had been intimate with Bai Yao, stared in amazement at the golden-armored figure swinging his fist in the yard. As a ghost wolf that grew up by devouring evil spirits, Heishan was very sure that this set of golden armor was just an empty shell and there was no one inside.
But the fist wielded by this set of armor at this moment was like moving clouds and flowing water, possessing an indescribable force that made Heishan feel a slight sense of oppression.
The wind created by the fist even made the hair on Heishan's body flutter, as if there really was a warrior with great attainments in martial arts, wearing this seemingly heavy, invisible armor, and practicing boxing in the early morning.
This made Heishan a little unconfident in his judgment for a moment. He led Bai Yao, who was also stunned, into Feng Qingan's bedroom. As soon as he entered, he saw Feng Qingan who had just sat up from the bed.
"not me!"
Feng Qing'an's expression was extremely complicated at this moment. He looked at Heishan and slowly exhaled. As a beastmaster, he could naturally grasp all the changes of the Minglong Armor.
When he went out yesterday, he had already noticed that there was something wrong with this set of armor. At night, when the Minglong Armor directly decomposed and turned into a human form and began to punch, he knew something was wrong.
Martial arts fanatic!
There are always crazy people in all walks of life, and even in all major cultivation systems. For the sake of what they like and want, they can give up or even ignore everything.
However, Feng Qingan really couldn't understand why someone with just a set of armor became a martial arts fanatic?
A set of armor should just help its owner resist harm. Even if it develops intelligence and becomes interested in other things, it wouldn't be so outrageous.
Awooo~
After confirming that Feng Qing'an was in the room, Heishan became even more confused. It couldn't understand what the armor was for. Wasn't it just a piece of scrap metal? How could it be imitating human boxing?
Although it can form a human shape, the internal structure is completely different. The force is also different. It is really weird to learn human martial arts techniques with good armor.
"Let it go, don't worry about it!"
Feng Qing'an thought for a moment and made this decision. Although it seemed strange, there was really no need to stop it. After all, the armor would not affect anything when practicing martial arts.
Awooo~
Heishan whimpered, indicating that he understood. Since Feng Qing'an had spoken, he would naturally not interfere.
However, as a set of armor, the Minglong Armor neither needs to eat nor sleep, let alone rest, so, without Feng Qingan's intervention.
Ming Longjia only did two things: he sat down and read the martial arts manual, concentrating fully from morning to night, and when he stood up, he would practice the martial arts techniques recorded in the manual.
He worked day and night without sleep, and was so obsessed that even a set of armor brought huge pressure to Heishan. It even lost the mind to be intimate and play with Bai Yao.
Because Black Mountain now knows that his master has also signed a contract with this pile of scrap metal. In a sense, this pile of scrap metal can be considered his descendant and their status is equal.
In this situation, seeing this pile of scrap metal either reading books or practicing techniques every day, it was really difficult for Black Mountain to remain at ease, even though it had previously undergone long periods of fighting training and really needed to take a break and relax.
However, facing the pressure brought by Minglongjia, Heishan no longer played around with Baiyao.
Every night, when the moon just appears, Black Mountain climbs onto the roof and swallows up the moonlight. Even when the sun and the moon replace each other, it does not come down, but continues to swallow up the morning light for a while, absorbing the essence of the sun, until it can no longer bear it and then comes down from the roof.
Faced with Heishan, who suddenly started practicing hard and absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, Bai Yao could no longer maintain a relaxed and leisurely attitude. Her strength was originally stronger than Heishan, but now she has fallen behind.
Heishan practiced so hard even though he was stronger than her, so she had to practice hard with him. Even with Feng Qing'an's nourishment every day, she could not slack off.
“…”
Feng Qing'an returned to the courtyard just before curfew. When he looked up, he saw a man in golden armor practicing swordsmanship with tree branches as substitutes.
If you look up, you can see two black and white wolves on the beam, opening their mouths to swallow the moonlight.
Seeing this, Feng Qingan couldn't help but fall into deep thought. When did this start? When he first moved in, wasn't the atmosphere in the yard very harmonious and comfortable? How did it become so chaotic?
“Practice!”
Feng Qing'an, who had been eating, drinking and playing outside all day, was influenced by this atmosphere and also went into the room to start his daily practice.
