The arrival of the flames also brought some relief to Liang Hui's tense spirit.
He placed the several non-poisonous snakes he was carrying into the fire to roast.
Before long, the smell of roasted animal wafted from the fire.
As for these smells, Liang Hui didn't pay too much attention to them, as long as he could fill his stomach, he wasn't concerned about the taste of the food.
After waiting a bit longer, he used a stick to pick out the charcoal-like snakes from the fire.
Peeling away the charred outer layer revealed the white snake meat underneath.
Feeling the hunger in his belly, Liang Hui didn't hesitate and bit into it.
The youth's mouth kept moving, and he quickly swallowed it down.
'Although the taste can't be considered delicious, it's not bad either.'
Liang Hui held the snake meat and pondered, then he started to eat it in big bites.
It didn't take long for the roasted snakes to end up in his stomach.
After patting his bulging belly, feeling the sense of fullness inside, Liang Hui leaned against the cave wall and watched the jungle grow dark as the sun set.
There was also the continuous roaring of wild beasts in the vicinity.
A trace of helplessness appeared on his face; it was not yet time to rest. The cave entrance needed to be concealed before it could be used as a dwelling for a while.
Indeed, Liang Hui planned to recuperate here for a short time, or rather to practice martial arts for a time while scouting out the surrounding environment.
After all, his face was too well-known throughout the world; almost everyone would recognize him, so it would be better to disappear for a while.
Moreover, in this world where martial arts and Taoist arts were rampant, the danger to ordinary people was too great, and he could not always use the 'Flowing Light Bell' to solve problems.
Therefore, it was inevitable that he needed to master his own strength.
With these thoughts in mind, Liang Hui stood up and began moving rocks to block the cave entrance.
After he had blocked the entrance, leaving only a small gap for ventilation, he sat down beside the fire.
By this time, the sky had completely darkened, and Liang Hui sat cross-legged on the ground, taking an item wrapped in parchment from his bosom.
He carefully uncovered the rag from the item, revealing a 'Green Wolf Fist' martial tome.
This was the item given to him by Tian Xiang of the Wild Wolf Gang that night, and it was the most valuable item in Liang Hui's possession.
In the two days after Qing Yi took him away, he had casually flipped through it a few times but had not understood it in-depth; according to his thoughts at the time, he had planned to follow the path of a Taoist in the Yuan Yang sect.
After all, a martial artist was a path he suspected he had taken in a future memory!
If he had a choice, he still wanted to take a different path.
Of course, what mattered most was...
"Apprehension, huh!"
He gazed profoundly at the book in his hand.
Then, he began to read.
As time passed, the cave fell into silence, with only the sound of dry branches burning and the noise of adding more wood to the fire.
With the explanations of 'Green Wolf Fist,' his time spent with Qing Yi when she mentioned some common knowledge of the martial path, and those vague scenes from the memories,
Liang Hui gradually came to a basic yet more complete understanding of the martial path in this world.
The martial path of this world consists of the external training in three layers: skin, tendons, bones.
Internal refining in three aspects: marrow, organs, and blood.
Beyond that path, neither the manual nor Qing Yi had spoken of it, and even the suspected memories of the future were quite vague.
Liang Hui just had a general understanding.
But for now, knowing this much was enough; he was going to start with the external training in three layers—skin refining.
Of course, some schools of martial arts that place different emphases can start by generating inner qi, then use it to strengthen tendons, and afterwards, the skin.
But the manual in Liang Hui's hands takes an outside-in approach, starting with skin refining and, in the process, generating inner strength to then train the tendons.
Furthermore, the 'Green Wolf Fist' only covers the external three layers and does not include any methods for refining the internal three aspects.
This manual could only be considered upper-tier in the entire world, but it was definitely among the top in Huaiyuan Town.
Halting his train of thought, Liang Hui closed the book in his hands and did not immediately begin his cultivation.
He still needed to clarify another matter.
He took out the fine iron fist wraps from his bosom, sensing the breath upon them and the eager stirring of the 'Divine Skill: Entering Dreams.'
The youth appeared thoughtful, murmuring to himself, "Entering Dreams!"
The Divine Skill was resolutely activated.
The next moment, everything around began to blur.
I don't know how long passed before the surroundings became clear again.
The desolate courtyard, a few broken wooden stakes, a robust figure standing quietly on the stone slab.
"Hong Er."
Liang Hui, existing in some unknown form, whispered as he looked at the familiar figure before him.
At this moment, Hong Er had already strode up to the wooden stakes, throwing punches faster than the last.
Bang! Bang!...
Wood chips splattered, and specks of blood appeared on the stakes.
But Hong Er seemed not to see them, still slamming his fists into the stakes.
Crack!
The wooden stake broke with a snap, and Hong Er's fists were blurring with blood and flesh.
"Why can't I still sense the Qi-Blood? What am I missing?"
Hong Er's face was filled with bitterness.
And Liang Hui just quietly watched the scene before him.
The next moment, following the instinct to 'enter dreams,' he entered Hong Er's body in an unknown way.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The heart beat powerfully, and his body was filled with tremendous strength.
This was strength far beyond his own.
By now, Hong Er had quickly moved to the wooden stakes a few meters away and struck once more.
And Liang Hui carefully perceived the operation of the muscles and the way of throwing punches.
A moment later, the wooden stake broke again.
Only then did Hong Er stop punching and walked towards the house.
"Is this 'entering the dream'? Worthy of the name Divine Skills."
Feeling the surroundings blurring ever more, Liang Hui marveled.
In front of the fire, Liang Hui's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, his pupils brighter than ever before.
"They say it's the 'Wild Wolf Fist,' but it seems more like an incomplete version of the 'Green Wolf Fist.'
Liang Hui put away his gloves, stood up, and started with the initial stance from the Martial Tome.
The punch slightly retracted and then exploded with sudden force, one punch after another tearing through the air.
To the knowledgeable, this technique was doubtlessly filled with errors, merely better than a beginner's.
However, this flawed technique was changing and improving in a very short time.
Sweat constantly slid down his cheeks, but the youth had no thought of stopping.
Only after an hour did Liang Hui finish his punches.
Hu~
He exhaled a turbid breath.
Liang Hui recalled the punches he had just thrown, his brows furrowed tightly, far inferior to Hong Er's technique in the dream.
"It must be because of bodily weakness."
"And even though I mastered it in my mind, my body has never practiced this technique before."
The youth speculated.
But with this, he was already quite satisfied.
He walked slowly to the dried grass where the brown bear rested and, not minding the stench coming from the grass, lay down directly.
Feeling the softness of the withered grass, Liang Hui's heart relaxed in a way it never had before.
"Ha! Haha!..."
Liang Hui covered his mouth, laughing softly in a low voice.
Those who tried to capture him, to control his fate, just wait; he would settle scores with them one by one.
The laughter soon stopped, and Liang Hui gazed at the cave ceiling, slowly drifting into sleep.
In his sleep, his lips unconsciously curled into a smile.