Chapter 5
"Boxing Classics, Flying on the Grass? What kind of secret manuals are these two?" Bai Lang now has some free time - there are not so many fights to fight when being a janitor, and the distribution between the various forces has been finalized long ago. The main purpose of being a janitor is to intimidate the guests, and of course, to help other places to make up the numbers. In fact, this also means that the people above do not value these new gang members - that is, the first place in each place will be sent to the headquarters to be selected by the elders, and the second place and the people after that will actually receive the same treatment.
It was just that Bai Lang was ranked at the top, so the tasks he was given were easier and he had more time to practice. Eating and sleeping here were free, but the monthly salary was not much, only one or two taels of silver a month.
Holding the two so-called secret books, Bai Lang flipped through them. The formulas in them were simple and easy to understand, but the human figure was a bit abstract. Fortunately, there were arrows and a lot of annotations next to them, which finally allowed Bai Lang to understand the channels of luck and the combination of true energy and the body. "Now I know why there must be a master to teach by words and deeds. I also don't understand how those so-called people who jumped off the cliff and got the secret books cultivated such magical skills?" All I can say is the law of immortality of the protagonist.
But now Bai Lang doesn't think he is the protagonist. One good thing about working in this business is that he is well-informed about the news from all over the world. Bai Lang is still young and was immediately fascinated by the stories here. It turns out that the level of martial arts is also divided into different realms, but the people here only know the innate masters, and the ones after that are not detailed. It is only said that there are spiritual realms, Dharma bodies, etc. The leader of the Changle Gang is a master who has entered the innate realm.
From this point of view, Bai Lang felt that he might not be able to enter the Xiantian realm in this life - can you reach the Xiantian realm by relying on this elementary Qigong and Changquan? Even if someone said so, Bai Lang would have to believe it... But if this Changquan is combined with the boxing techniques in the boxing classics, the coverage is really wide. From Bai Lang's memory, it seems that most of the so-called "national martial arts boxing techniques" in the world where he "traveled" through money are included in it. And the "qinggong" of Cao Shangfei is something that even those so-called national martial arts cannot really possess - because this world is about cultivating true qi and internal strength.
Flying on the grass is to let the internal force flow through the meridians of the legs and lungs, so that one can run faster. And according to the secret book, after practicing to the master level, one can glide on the grass by raising the energy, and the grass will not fall down even if people pass by. Since he has cultivated a breath of true energy, Bai Lang regards this skill as real and starts to practice it seriously - mainly to use the internal force to open up the meridians.
Coming to this world, Bai Lang had no interest in such lowly hobbies. The singing and dancing in this world seemed quite boring to him. If he wanted to linger in the flowers, first of all, his body was not in a good condition, and secondly, he was short of money. With a monthly salary of one or two taels of silver, it was good enough to support his life. He still wanted to go to a brothel? Even the lowest-paid yellow croaker could not go there many times. In fact, there was extra income from the pimping business, but since he had just arrived, others would not take him out to play for the time being.
Fortunately, it was not cold to sleep, the food was sufficient, and in addition to the monthly salary, the gang would also give a bottle of ghee - this thing can be applied to the body and massaged with specific techniques, which can treat injuries and also strengthen the muscles and bones. "It's probably much better than the so-called tiger bone paste." This is what Bai Lang thought after applying it on his body for the first time and massaging it. The heat penetrated directly into the muscles and reached the bone marrow, making people feel as if they were exercising in a fire.
Since there was nothing to do on weekdays, Bai Lang naturally had a lot of free time, which he would use to practice martial arts. Is there anything more interesting in this world than practicing martial arts? Moreover, it is said that if you practice martial arts to a deep level, you can become like a land immortal, and even become a Buddha. There is no difference between martial arts and practicing Taoism... At present, he only has these few martial arts, so of course he will practice them over and over again, and at the same time try to get other martial arts.
Winter passed and spring came. Three years had passed. Although he was not sure of his real age, Bai Lang looked like a teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old. With martial arts training and adequate nutrition, he should be taller and stronger than his actual age. Of course, this was based on his situation before he traveled through time. He had mastered the boxing classics and long fist, and when his true qi was running, he had opened up the Ren meridian and three of the twelve meridians. Therefore, he had also mastered the flying on the grass to a small degree.
Although he could punch out wind, it was not powerful enough to reach a distance of several feet . Bai Lang had not yet mastered the air splitting palm. If he hit a person, he could let the internal force penetrate into the opponent's body through the fist force to destroy him. At least if he punched a stone, Bai Lang could break the stone into small pieces. However, this stone was only about half a person's height.
On this day, Bai Lang still followed his habit for many years and got up in the morning to practice boxing and martial arts. Now he is a well-known clerk in a brothel and can earn three or two taels a month. Others have long been slippery and few of them practice martial arts on weekdays. Without seeing a way forward, they naturally give up. Bai Lang is the only one who practices martial arts every day regardless of the weather. Now he is the strongest martial artist in the brothel. On this day, he also sat in the brothel to watch the business according to the rules above, but a few of his younger brothers went out to collect debts and collected a bunch of junk.
The men cursed and dragged the guy who had no money to pay in for a good beating. Bai Lang ignored them. He knew the guy. He was a street ruffian who was addicted to gambling and cheating. He did owe the shop some money, so he was often dragged in for a beating. However, the rags brought in to pay off the debts aroused his interest. Maybe there were some secrets hidden in them? Anyway, Bai Lang would pick them up every time.
After rummaging around, he still found a pile of junk. In the end, Bai Lang followed the crowd and picked up a small jade fish that seemed to be worth some money. This was a tacit benefit for the thugs of the jewelry store. It would be against the rules if he didn't take it. The jade fish was only half a finger long, and the jade used seemed to be of low quality. Bai Lang didn't care and just turned it over and over in his fingers like playing with a coin. He didn't expect that he used a little too much force and broke the jade fish into two pieces.
The broken jade fish stabbed Bai Lang's finger, and blood seeped onto the jade fish. Suddenly, the jade fish closed and flicked its tail like a real fish, and Bai Lang disappeared into his room immediately...
