Chapter 5: Brain Replacement and Martial Arts

When I got home, it was completely dark.

Uncle San had already fallen asleep, so Chen Luo didn't go over to disturb him.

After washing up and lying down in the room, Chen Luo began to recall the standing meditation he had learned today.

"Can the brain waves of the dead only be used to recall obsessions?"

Thinking of his martial arts training experience, Chen Luo suddenly had a new idea. He focused his attention on the system. New changes appeared! The interface that originally only appeared when touching a dead person actually appeared under his deliberate guidance.

One by one, the brain waves that he had forgotten reappeared, among which the brain wave of "prescription" was the most eye-catching.

"If I use these brain waves to think about martial arts, what will happen?"

Thinking of this, Chen Luo controlled the most conspicuous brain wave, allowing 'it' to merge with himself, and then used 'it' to think about the standing meditation he had learned today.

All of a sudden, a mysterious feeling came over me.

He was watching from a third person's perspective, as if his soul had left his body. He was like a different person in his mind, and began to practice the standing practice that Ma Quezi had taught him, move by move.

Over and over again.

This movement was much more standardized than what Chen Luo had practiced. It was like his mind had suddenly switched to that of an old master, and looking at the problems of a newbie from the old master's perspective, it was naturally easy to solve.

This discovery made Chen Luo very excited.

He discovered several errors in the brain wave practice of the "prescription" that he had not noticed during the day. After just a short while of watching, his proficiency in the standing meditation was greatly improved. After ten times, Chen Luo gradually mastered the core tricks of this standing meditation, but he was still a little short of it.

"Change another one!"

After practicing the 'prescription' brain wave, he switched to another 'breakthrough' brain wave.

The same scene appeared again.

Unlike the previous "prescription" brainwaves, the "breakthrough" brainwaves were significantly slower when practicing Zhuanggong. In his field of vision, Chen Luo saw himself standing in the yard, with his eyes slightly closed, first breathing in and out, then separating his hands, raising his left hand and pressing his right arm down.

The same ten times.

After ten times, Chen Luo found that the help provided by the "Breakthrough" brain waves had reached its limit, so he changed to another one.

Change them one by one and practice them over and over again.

After Chen Luo had used up all the brain waves in his brain, it was already dawn outside.

After practicing for a whole night, Chen Luo felt full of energy, without any feeling of tiredness at all, and his body was full of strength.

Chen Luo, who couldn't sleep, simply got up and started practicing in the yard.

After finishing a set of boxing, I felt refreshed, as if I were alive again. The blood in my body was like being ignited by flames, releasing a large amount of heat energy, and my strength also increased in an incredible way.

After taking a shower, Chen Luo went to take a look at the next room.

"Going out again?"

He originally wanted to call his third uncle to go out for breakfast together, but when he opened the door, he found that his third uncle had already left.

It looks like he went out before daybreak.

This made Chen Luo worried.

'What does the black bamboo stick represent? It takes so long.'

Normal burial missions take one day to complete, and more complicated ones take three days. Since Chen Luo entered the city, the longest mission he and his uncle had done was three days, and those three days were to deal with a battlefield in the suburbs. Not to mention the large number of bodies to be buried, there were also many taboos, so it took so long.

'I hope it's alright.'

Chen Luo had no other choice for the time being and could only mutter to himself and continue to go to Ma Quezi's house to practice martial arts.

When I got to the street, I found that it was still blocked.

After taking a look from a distance, Chen Luo took a detour.

After arriving at Ma Quezi's house, Chen Luo started practicing in the yard on his own.

After last night’s experience, I can feel my strength increase every time I practice punching. This visible strengthening is so addictive.

Over and over again.

Ma Quezi didn't know when he got up and came out. He was a little surprised to see Chen Luo. He remembered that he had clearly told Chen Luo to practice at home for a month, but he didn't expect that this kid would come again the next day.

So he walked over to criticize the boy, but when he got closer, his steps subconsciously slowed down.

"Huh?"

Ma Quezi's expression changed slightly.

The guy who was practicing in a miserable state yesterday, was practicing quite well today. This meant that he didn't even need to teach the "lessons" he had prepared in advance, and he put the bamboo he had prepared behind his back.

"Master Ma, I have completed yesterday's standing practice."

After the tenth time, Chen Luo felt that his body was like a furnace, emitting a lot of heat, and the blood flow rate became much faster. The muscles in his body also began to tremble, and his strength increased a lot.

"good."

Ma Quezi rarely had a stern face and praised Chen Luo.

Chen Luo grinned and said nothing hypocritical. He was still practicing before going to bed last night, so it was only natural that he would achieve some success in exchange for his efforts. After all, he worked so hard!

"You have already mastered the basics of the standing practice. Your progress is faster than I expected."

Ma Quezi walked over and sat down, ready to teach Chen Luo some martial arts-related knowledge.

Seeing this, Chen Luo hurriedly sat down beside him.

The inheritance of this kind of thing requires the guidance of the master. You will never be able to create a true master by working in isolation. There are more detours on the road of cultivation than in life! Without guidance, you will be stuck on the detours for your whole life and will never be able to get started until you die. The new use of brain waves is the best proof. Without the guidance of martial arts, these brain waves are really just an obsession. But with the guidance of martial arts, they will immediately become different and show Chen Luo "their understanding" from their own perspective before they died.

"The martial arts are about talent. People with good talent can learn anything quickly, while people with poor talent will never be able to learn in their lifetime."

As he spoke, Ma Quezi raised his hand, clenched his five fingers and punched the air.

A loud explosion brought about a gust of wind and waves, causing Chen Luo's pupils to shrink slightly.

He never thought that Ma Quezi, with such a skinny body, could actually punch with such powerful power.

"My martial arts is called Black Tiger Fist, and it is the unique skill of my master. If you practice it to the extreme, your blood and qi will be as strong as mercury, and your fists will break rivers. If you can understand the murderous intentions of the black tiger, you can go a step further and break the limits of life and explore the mysterious and unknown way of immortality."

"Xian Dao?"

Chen Luo's eyes lit up.

It was the first time he heard of the legend of immortals. He originally thought that this was a world of martial arts, but he didn't expect that the upper limit would touch the cultivation of immortals.

"Practice hard. You have good aptitude. Maybe you can really reach that level."

Seeing that Chen Luo's interest had been aroused, Ma Quezi stood up with a smile and went out to do his own thing.

He said so much just to arouse Chen Luo's interest. As a person who has experienced it, he knows it best. Interest is the source of progress. For beginners, the most important thing is to paint a rosy picture for them. Let them fantasize. With dreams, they will have motivation.

Besides, what he said was not entirely a lie. If he practiced the Black Tiger Fist to the extreme, he could indeed touch the immortal path.

But the prerequisite is that you can really practice to the extreme.

Chen Luo practiced hard at Ma Quezi's house for a whole day and left only when night fell.

When he returned home, he did not go back directly, but took a detour to the mass grave outside. Relying on his memory, he began a new round of grave digging.

He planned to spend some time digging up all the graves he knew about!

These people are dead anyway.

Lending your brain to yourself is also a way to make use of your remaining energy.

So for many days, there was a figure in the mass graves of Qingya County. Every time when the moon was dark and the wind was high, there would be a figure holding a lamp and swinging a hoe in the grave. But when people went to check the grave the next day, the grave was back to its original state. Over time, rumors of evil ghosts digging graves spread.

The one who dug the grave was naturally Chen Luo.

He practiced boxing during the day and dug graves at night.

With the skills passed down to him by his third uncle, he easily restored the grave to its original state before dawn.

He dug more and more graves and touched more and more bodies. When he got to the hundredth body, he felt that he couldn't bear it anymore. His head was dizzy and his nose was bleeding.

'Some of them can't hold on any longer.'

After wiping the blood from his nose, Chen Luo reburied the grave.

The ten-day grave-digging operation had come to an end for now. He felt dizzy and it was as if there were more than a hundred people talking in his head, and he couldn't concentrate at all.

After returning home, he simply washed up and fell into bed, falling into a deep sleep.

He slept until the next afternoon, when he woke up groggily.

My head still hurts a little, but it's much better.

This incident also reminded Chen Luo that he should not blindly be greedy. At least he couldn't do it at this stage.

After realizing this, he returned to his normal life.

I went to Ma Quezi's house to practice martial arts during the day and came back to rest at night.

Time flies, and half a month has passed in a flash.

In half a month, Chen Luo went out early and came back late every day, and went to Ma Quezi's house to practice boxing on time every day. His strength also increased at a speed visible to the naked eye. Now he can play the Black Tiger Fist well, and even Ma Quezi praises him and calls him a martial arts genius.

Uncle San is still busy and is not seen every day.

The number of times I come back is getting less and less, the blockade on that street remains, and an invisible force is approaching.

The world has always been like this and has never been peaceful.

It was just that this time the uncle and nephew happened to be involved.

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(End of this chapter)