"I heard that when Butler Zhao was young, he was also a man of great martial arts skills. Please teach me a few moves."
Lin Hao looked sincere. He had heard a lot about Butler Zhao's deeds during his six months in the Zhao family.
Although Zhao Rong is already in his sixties and his physical condition is not as good as before, his cultivation as a level 4 warrior is stronger than many young people.
"I don't deserve your advice, but if you are interested, I can give you some pointers."
Zhao Rong smiled with wrinkled eyes as he said, "The way of martial arts is nothing more than two words: understanding and practice."
"My son-in-law trains his arm strength like this every day. Although his strength has indeed increased, other parts of his body cannot keep up."
Lin Hao suddenly became thoughtful and asked, "What does it mean that other parts of the body can't keep up?"
"Take my move."
Suddenly, Zhao Rong growled and threw a punch at Lin Hao.
Under the vision of Kung Fu Fly, the opponent's attack trajectory was all presented in Lin Hao's mind.
Immediately, Lin Hao mobilized the spiritual energy in his body and instinctively wanted to clench his fist to fight back.
"Bang!"
The two fists collided, the forces counteracted each other, and suddenly a muffled sound was heard.
Lin Hao suddenly felt that he had lost his strength and could not help but take half a step back.
If he hadn't felt that this punch had no substantial damage, he would have asked Kung Fu Fly and Wolf Spider to take action.
"It turns out that my son-in-law is a dual-cultivation martial artist!"
Zhao Rong was slightly surprised, staring at Lin Hao in front of him, feeling quite amazed.
Obviously, no one expected that Lin Hao was not only a magician, but also a warrior who had opened up a spiritual vein.
Even though his current cultivation level is only that of a first-level warrior, it is enough to shock people.
Because dual-cultivation martial artists can be said to be rare in the martial arts world.
In this situation, it's not that no one is practicing, but people who possess both kinds of martial arts talents are extremely rare.
"Butler Zhao, what is the purpose of your punch?"
At this time, Lin Hao's puzzled voice brought Zhao Rong back to his senses.
He chuckled, and after adjusting his mood a little, he said, "Son-in-law, from the punch you just threw, although it was fierce and powerful, the movement was unfamiliar, and the intention was there but the form was not."
Hearing this, Lin Hao asked: "The idea is there...but the form is not?"
Zhao Rong put his fist in front of his eyes and said calmly: "It is just that your physical reaction cannot keep up with the reaction of your consciousness, and your fist speed cannot keep up with the speed of your consciousness."
Lin Hao pondered for a moment, then asked curiously, "Then how can we achieve the same result as the mind?"
"One word: practice!"
Zhao Rong said calmly: "To achieve greater results, we should train the strength of the whole body instead of just training the arm strength."
Lin Hao was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on. He smiled at Zhao Rong and said, "Thank you for your advice, Butler Zhao."
"As long as you find it useful, that's good enough."
Zhao Rong smiled and nodded. He really appreciated Lin Hao's sincere attitude of humbly seeking advice.
Unlike the children of the Zhao family, who relied on their family's resources and status to become arrogant and conceited since childhood, and never took an old man seriously.
"I still have something to do, so I won't disturb you from continuing your practice."
After saying this, he hunched over, like an old man, and slowly walked out of the courtyard.
“Exercise covers the whole body…how can you do that?”
After Butler Zhao left, Lin Hao began to think about this problem.
In terms of martial arts training, he is still in the exploratory stage, but he is not practicing randomly.
However, Butler Zhao's suggestion was very useful.
Because Zhao Rong had suddenly attacked with a punch just now, the opponent's attack trajectory was completely reflected in his mind, but his body's movements and reactions could not keep up at all, so he could only do the next best thing and resist.
If it were a martial arts master, he would have taken the initiative to strike and knocked the opponent down the moment Zhao Rong was about to punch.
"Oh, right, the Gravity Armor."
As his mind turned, Lin Hao had a flash of inspiration, and he remembered a treasure that the protagonist used when practicing in a novel in his previous life.
The key to the gravity armor lies in the word gravity.
Its function is to adjust the gravity multiples between itself and the outside world, so as to determine the gravity it can withstand.
As long as you wear it every day, over time, all aspects of your body's functions will increase and change in an all-round way.
This kind of equipment is most suitable for physical training.
Thinking of this, Lin Hao acted very decisively. After leaving Zhao Mansion, he went straight to the dwarf blacksmith's weapon making workshop.
However, halfway through, Lin Hao found an empty alley and changed into the mysterious outfit of "Jing Ke".
Patting a dark gold cloth bag tied around his waist, Lin Hao raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
Since purchasing this storage bag, carrying items has undoubtedly become much more convenient.
Although the space in the storage bag is not large, it is more than enough to store the Wanjin Card, the Dragon-Devouring Sword, and some other small daily necessities needed by individuals.
When we arrived at the weapon forging workshop, the dwarf blacksmith was busy working by the stove.
Looking at the utensils they cast, they are all copper boxes of varying sizes, carved with festive totems such as dragons and phoenixes.
Lin Hao knew that when there was a happy event in the family of some noble families, they would specially customize some boxes, mainly to store dowries, and set some rune locks on them so that they could not be stolen by outsiders.
"Lin?"
Lin Hao suddenly noticed that the word "Lin" was engraved on the side of the box, and he couldn't help but become curious.
At this time, the dwarf blacksmith also noticed that someone had entered the shop.
However, when he found out it was Lin Hao, he showed a hint of displeasure on his face, frowning and saying, "Last time you took my ancestral sword in the stone, why are you here again this time?"
Lin Hao smiled and said, "Of course I'm here to make money for you. I want to forge a piece of weapon for my own use."
"I'm busy these two days, so go to another store."
The dwarf blacksmith waved his hand and spoke in a rough voice.
"Are the tools you are forging now from the Lin family of our Tianwu City?" Lin Hao asked curiously.
The dwarf blacksmith did not shy away from the question and said bluntly, "Yes, the Lin family has a daughter getting married next month, and since the dowry is too much, they are in a hurry to order a batch of boxes."
Lin Hao's heart moved slightly, and he tried to ask: "Do you know who is getting married?"
"Her name is Lin Wanrong, a famous beauty in the underground market auction house, but it's a pity that she is gone."
The dwarf blacksmith shook his head and sighed, saying, "In order to form an alliance with the Li family, the Lin family actually let her marry an old man. This is really a waste of talent."
Sister Wan!
When Lin Hao heard that the person getting married was Lin Wanrong, his expression suddenly changed slightly.
He grew up in the Lin family without a father or mother, and because he was born blind, his status in the family was very low.
If there was anyone in the Lin family who would be nice to him, it would only be Lin Wanrong, the adopted daughter of the Lin family.
In Lin Hao's impression, Lin Wanrong was like his own sister, who had taken care of him since he was a child and brought a touch of warmth to his gray days.
She was getting married now, so she should be happy. However, when she heard that the person she was marrying was an old man, Lin Hao felt inexplicably irritated.