"Haha! That's great!" Luo Cheng tossed his sword to his guard and laughed heartily.
"We're going to have something good to eat today! This kind of wild beast has the most abundant qi and blood, it's a great tonic." Luo Cheng, who had recovered from his facial paralysis but hadn't become any less talkative, introduced the food.
As Qin Mu got closer, he realized that the wild boars were much larger than they had appeared from a distance, with the largest one, a boar, weighing no less than 500 jin (250 kg).
"Tsk tsk! Uncle, you've wiped out that whole family of five!" Qin Mu exclaimed.
Slaughtering a pig, although the scene is a bit bloody, is still acceptable. After knowing him for two days, he found that Luo Cheng was not as cold as he appeared, and even made some harmless jokes, which made him even happier.
“Yes! I wonder who was responsible for this massacre.” Lu Ce, who had followed Luo Cheng the longest and was formerly Luo Yi’s personal guard, naturally understood Luo Cheng’s personality and spoke with an air of seriousness.
"Since it's so miserable, you don't need to eat lunch," Luo Cheng said irritably.
He knew, of course, that the two men were joking, and he didn't take it to heart. After saying that, he ordered his men to find a water source.
Lunch was, of course, roasted wild boar. With a group of skilled soldiers here, preparing it was a piece of cake.
Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, this alone shows that these guys have been quite adventurous with wild game in the mountains.
Although only a little salt was added, the taste was excellent. It not only lacked the gamey smell of wild meat, but was also tender. Once it entered his stomach, he felt a warm sensation spreading through him. Qin Mu knew that this must be the vital energy from the wild boar meat.
"The larger the beast, the more vital energy it contains, especially beneficial for martial artists," Lu Ce explained to Qin Mu as he rubbed his stomach.
"What about poultry and small wild animals?"
"Of course there are benefits, but they are not obvious. However, long-term consumption is still good. Martial artists value qi and blood the most. If qi and blood are insufficient, the body will be in danger. Therefore, they must eat a lot of meat for a long time. Wealthy families will use tonics instead. As the saying goes, 'The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts,' because if you are poor, you cannot replenish your qi and blood. Practicing martial arts is tantamount to courting death."
Qin Mu understood this principle, so he asked again, "If wild beasts have such abundant blood and energy, wouldn't a large supply of them be able to cultivate many experts?"
“That’s true! But one crucial thing is still missing,” Luo Cheng replied.
"A person with abundant qi and blood, strong and robust, and capable of lifting a hundred jin with one hand, is a martial artist, and also the minimum standard for soldiers. By condensing qi and blood to temper the body, both strength and endurance will increase significantly, and the person with the strength of two hundred jin with one hand is a warrior. This is the standard for elite soldiers and ordinary people in the martial arts world. On this basis, one condenses blood into a fierce aura, forming a fierce qi and blood aura, and only then can one be called a martial master."
This step stumps most people because they lack the method of cultivation and don't know where to begin," Luo Cheng explained.
"It's not as simple as you think. One issue is aptitude. Not everyone is suited to martial arts. If you're just an ordinary warrior, there's no problem, but the step of condensing blood into evil is difficult. If your aptitude is insufficient or you don't have enough blood and qi to replenish yourself, not only will you fail to learn it, but you'll also ruin yourself. That's why no one dares to pass it on." Seeing Qin Mu's expression, Luo Cheng guessed what he wanted to ask and shook his head repeatedly.
“That’s right. Spreading it around recklessly won’t help people; it will only harm them. Ordinary people can’t even raise warriors, let alone martial arts masters. Therefore, no one will spread it around recklessly. This isn’t about keeping secrets. Of course, good cultivation methods are still the secrets of each family,” Lu Ce added.
"Only martial arts masters can become teachers, and above them are martial generals. From warriors to martial generals, there are three levels: junior, intermediate, and senior. Above martial generals are generals, who are divided into nine ranks, with the first rank being the highest."
After hearing Luo Cheng's introduction, Qin Mu couldn't help but ask, "Above General? What rank are you, Uncle?"
"I am a third-rank general! Above generals is a grand general, who regards a million-strong army as nothing and moves in and out at will. Above that is a divine general, who is said to be able to chase stars and the moon and cut rivers in half with a single slash." Luo Cheng said with longing in his eyes.
"What kind of divine generals have emerged from those realms?" Qin Mu asked, his eyes wide. He couldn't believe that such monstrous beings existed in this world. They were practically sword immortals. He held his breath, waiting for Luo Cheng's answer.
"Legend! Legend, you understand? The only one who could be called a great general was Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu! The one you wrote about who refused to cross the Yangtze River!" Luo Cheng said irritably. Clearly, even a divine general was just a fantasy for him, a hopeless dream.
Seeing that the cold-faced, silver-spear-wielding Luo Cheng had become a spittle-wielding man, Qin Mu quickly moved the roasted meat away before smiling and continuing to ask, "Didn't you just say that the General regarded a million-strong army as nothing? Then how did Xiang Yu lose?"
"That's a million-strong army! If a large number of generals were to besiege it, the outcome would certainly be different!"
Qin Mu understood. This was to keep Xiang Yu occupied while others wiped out his troops, leaving him isolated and unable to accomplish anything.
"Just now I saw a red light flash on your knife, Uncle. Could that be the aura of blood and evil spirits?"
“That’s right. Blood and Qi are so potent that even gods and ghosts would avoid them. Only with Blood and Qi can one fight against the beast race’s Blood and Qi Smoke.” Luo Cheng nodded.
Another new term: "Qi and Blood Smoke." Qin Mu, like a curious child, asked again, "What is the Beast Clan's Qi and Blood Smoke?"
"Beastmen are naturally strong and healthy. None of their young and strong members suffer from the problem of blood condensing into evil energy. However, they use their own talents to condense something like smoke to increase their physical fitness, especially their defense. Without evil energy, it is impossible to break through it," Luo Cheng explained solemnly.
"So powerful! Doesn't that mean our human race is far from being a match? How can we possibly resist?" Qin Mu asked.
"Hehe! The reason why our human race is so powerful is because we are so clever! Although soldiers in the army cannot condense their blood into evil spirits, their blood and qi are full of evil energy. When they form a military formation, this evil energy is gathered together. Various weapons that can penetrate defenses, such as ballistae, can only be avoided even by a general. Moreover, neither blood and qi smoke nor blood and qi evil energy can be used for a long time," Lu Ce explained.
They were happy to explain things to Qin Mu, not only because he was a junior, but also because these were not big secrets, and moreover, teaching others could satisfy their desire to be teachers.
Qin Mu thought about it carefully and understood. Qi and blood are ultimately one's own, and overuse will definitely harm the body. No wonder it's so difficult to cultivate a general; talent and family background are both indispensable. Thinking about it, it makes sense. Without good cultivation methods, no matter how talented one is, it's difficult to achieve great things.
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