#14Chapter 14 Strengthening Qi and Blood, Reading and Interpreting Texts
After practicing for a while, Shen Qing stopped, sat on a chair and took a nap, combining work and rest.
At this moment, Shen Qing took advantage of the faint light from the urn window, picked up the blue booklet recording the Jiu Gong Jin Kung Fu, and opened it with his head buried in it.
I want to ponder some of its meanings and learn about martial arts-related content.
They are too biased here, and their information is very limited. They even don't know whether the saints today are male or female.
Shen Qing was unwilling to let go of any channel through which he could obtain information.
It's a pity...
"I still know too few words, and the contents of the notes are half-understood and incomprehensible."
After reading the whole book, he only recognized all the character pictures in it.
After all, this is a "genuine" book. Every character is drawn lifelike and their movements are extremely standard.
Thanks to his experience in his previous life, he still knows some essentials.
As for the Chen brothers, they don't have a martial arts master to guide them, so they can practice this martial arts well with just these, but they are a bit wishful thinking.
Seeing that he could not understand the text content in the book and could not figure it out, Shen Qing chose to give up and continued to figure out the pictures and movements in it several times, imprinting these in his mind to continue his cultivation progress.
Time passed bit by bit, and half a day had passed. Shen Qing looked at the ink figures in his sight, and his heart became hot.
Until a certain moment.
[Skill: Jiu Gong Brocade (Introductory)]
[Progress: 101/100 points]
[Status: Can be improved]
[Remarks: It is a skill for tempering qi and blood. Continuous practice can improve the progress. When qi and blood are perfect, you will be as strong as an ox. ]
Shen Qing's face was filled with joy. After a day of hard training, quantitative changes finally led to qualitative changes.
Shen Qing has reached the stage of breaking through the bottleneck of Jiugongjin, a health-preserving martial arts.
Shen Qing's face was as calm as water, surrounded by an indescribable majesty, and he rose decisively.
The moment he broke through, the muscles in Shen Qing's body suddenly tightened, as if every muscle fiber was injected with endless power at this moment.
The warmth in Shen Qing's body that was originally as thin as a hair, at this moment, was like a ignited spark, expanding instantly, from as small as a hair to as thick as a little finger.
This warmth is not a simple flow of blood, but represents the surge of blood and the accumulation of strength in his body.
As the warmth expanded, Shen Qing's Qi and blood increased significantly, and his face turned from pale to rosy, as if an invisible force was gushing out from his body.
Shen Qing's breathing rhythm gradually accelerated, and every inhalation seemed to expel impurities from his body.
After taking a deep breath, the abnormality that was about to stir finally calmed down.
[Skill: Jiu Gong Brocade (Proficient)]
[Progress: 1/200 points]
[Status: Cannot be upgraded]
[Note: Continuous practice can improve the progress. When the Qi and blood are perfect, the strength can be as strong as an ox and the Qi can be pumped like silk. ]
Looking at the ink words in his sight, Shen Qing's eyes flashed.
Chen Tai and Chen An thought hard and couldn't find a way. Chen Yuan spent a lot of energy to find a way to the Nine Gong Brocade. In his hands, he had already broken through to another level just after he started practicing.
He is clearly a "martial arts genius".
After breaking through the realm of martial arts, all the strength in his body receded like a tide. Shen Qing felt that his body was exhausted and extremely tired.
The Qi and blood that a martial artist cultivates are not generated out of thin air, but also require nourishment from external objects.
Shen Qing glanced under the bed and saw that Shen Fang had already divided a fan of wild roe deer meat.
He leaned over and took out the meat, then started a fire on the spot.
As the flames roast, the roe deer meat gradually emits an alluring aroma, and the fat drips into the fire, stirring up bursts of sparks and smoke.
When the roe deer meat is roasted until golden brown and the skin is crispy, Shen Qing invites Shen Fang to eat together.
He couldn't wait to tear off a piece, and the steaming roe deer meat burst out with a rich meaty aroma in his mouth.
The two siblings enjoyed themselves for a while.
After eating most of the food and filling his empty stomach, he gave up.
"Brother, people in the village have been saying recently that there is a vicious thing coming from the mountains. The two brothers of the Chen family are just unlucky and have suffered a disaster. Please don't go to the back mountains for a while.
I have learned some needlework from my aunt in the past two days. I can also mend things for others and earn some money for the family. "
Shen Fang's face was full of worry, and she stared at Shen Qing with a pair of almond-shaped eyes, as if she was afraid that he would not agree: "Auntie is not bad, but she doesn't speak well."
"I know."
Shen Qing squatted beside the fire, carefully picked up a handful of dry plant ashes, and spread the plant ashes evenly on the reddish charcoal fire.
As the ashes covered it, the fire gradually became fainter, leaving only wisps of smoke floating in the night sky.
Shen Qing stood up, clapped his hands gently, his eyes stayed on the fire for a moment, and said: "I am basically wandering around the familiar place in the back mountain, doing some mountain jumping, and I don't know where it is deeper. Just go ahead. Don't worry."
"Um."
When Shen Fang saw that her brother was so opinionated, she stopped trying to persuade him.
"I'm going out for a trip to the bookworm's house. I'll be back in a while."
Shen Qing thought about it and felt that he still needed to find a way to learn more words.
Not only to understand the content of Jiu Gong Jin Shang.
As far as he knew, the martial arts gangs in the city treated literate and illiterate martial artists completely differently.
If you can learn to read, you will undoubtedly be taken more seriously and your future will be greater.
Not to mention the government officials, if they don't know Chinese characters, they won't even be able to get in.
Although martial arts are valued in this world, the cultural tradition has not been cut off.
Shen Qing said, holding the fat wild rabbit he caught yesterday in his hand, and strode out.
Zhang Shuchi's home is not very far from his home, only about fifty steps away.
Shen Qing walked to the door of a mud house and knocked gently.
After a while, the wooden door opened.
A man in his late forties or fifties with gray hair greeted him.
Shen Qing held the wild rabbit and said with a smile: "I caught a wild rabbit yesterday, and I thought I couldn't finish it, so I sent it to you. I want to ask you a favor."
"Come in."
Zhang Shuchi saw Shen Qing carrying something, and he didn't mean to embarrass him, so he stepped aside and let him in.
As soon as he entered the door, he looked around, and Zhang Shuchi's home could only be described as bare, with only books stacked up, which made him seem a little out of place in this village, filled with a damp and sour smell of book pages.
Zhang Shuchi's original name was Zhang Shuyuan, and he was from Hongshanzhai.
It was said that he was weak and sickly when he was young and didn't like hunting, but his family had some property at that time, so he studied in a private school in the county for a few years and had some talent.
Later, he looked down on these livelihoods in the village and wanted to settle down in the county.
But it was not so easy to get a foothold in the county.
After ten years of wandering around, he still achieved nothing and was poor and destitute, so he had to return to his hometown.
Relying on recognizing some words, he made a living by writing couplets and letters for others in his hometown and doing some accounts.
Because he read books every day, never left the house, and held a book wherever he went, the villagers called him a bookworm.
"What do you want me to do? Write letters or do accounts?" After letting Shen Qing in, Zhang Shuyuan sat back in his chair, picked up a book, and asked habitually.
Shen Qing walked up, looked directly into Zhang Shuyuan's eyes and said seriously: "I want to find a teacher to teach me how to read and write."