The old man was clearly smiling, but Zhang Mingtu felt inexplicably chilled.
In his eyes, the person in front of him was not a skinny old man, but a tiger that was full and taking a leisurely walk.
The spiritual sense in my heart was giving a crazy warning, and the wild bull in my mind was wailing.
He tensed all his muscles and was about to run away, but when he tried to run, he realized that he was completely powerless.
He couldn't muster any strength in his body, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
The old man looked at her with a smile on his face, his withered arms like iron clamps.
With a slight shake, a force spread from Zhang Mingtu's hand to his whole body. Zhang Mingtu felt that even his spine was stood up by this shake.
"Your boxing skills are good, but your body is too weak. You need to eat more regularly. I have a prescription here. You can take a few doses according to it."
The old man took out a piece of white paper with wet ink from his pocket with one hand and put it into Zhang Mingtu's hand without waiting for Zhang Mingtu to refuse. Then he smiled and turned away holding the shiny-fur tabby cat.
…
“Hu, hu, hu…”
When the old man walked away, Zhang Mingtu could no longer hold back. He couldn't stop breathing heavily and sweat was pouring out of his whole body.
Yes, it's not flowing, it's gushing, just like a faucet that's turned on.
In just a moment, he was soaked all over, as if he had been fished out of a pond.
He also felt a swelling and pain in his waist, abdomen, shoulders, back, arms, and even thighs, with a slight tingling sensation.
But this state was not uncomfortable, instead it gave him a sense of clarity.
He was panting heavily and it took him a while to calm down.
Then Zhang Mingtu had time to think about what had just happened.
"What happened to me just now?"
With a slight concentration, the image of the wild bull appeared in my mind, vivid and lifelike, as if it was about to jump out of my mind.
As Zhang Mingtu concentrated, his breathing became less intense, and the scattered strength in his body seemed to have a backbone. His qi and blood flowed throughout his body, strengthening his tendons and bones.
Then, Zhang Mingtu felt an unprecedented hunger surrounding him. The divine intention in his mind suddenly disappeared, and he gasped for breath again.
"We just ate it, and there's still so much wild boar meat..."
"Also, why is it so dark?"
It was still dusk when I was practicing boxing. Now I look around and it has become completely dark, with only sporadic lights lighting up this world.
"How long have I been practicing boxing? What just happened?"
Zhang Mingtu held his breath and concentrated. He only remembered that he came to the martial arts field to practice the Bull Fist.
"Then……"
Thinking of the extremely clear divine intention in his mind just now, Zhang Mingtu's heart was shocked.
Coach Zhang Jiye, when teaching boxing today, briefly talked about the realm of boxing.
Different from the three martial arts realms of Yi Jin, Duan Gu and Ru Sui.
The tactics of power can be divided into the following stages: beginner, advanced, proficient, mastered and superb.
To be more concise, there should only be four realms.
To reach the pinnacle of mastery, to be proficient, to have a thorough understanding and to be superb.
After all, no boxing gym would allow a novice disciple to embarrass himself.
Most of the disciples who practice boxing today are at the beginner stage, and Zhang Tuyuan is probably about to reach the advanced level.
As for Zhang Mingtu's current boxing skills, he has formed a divine intention in his mind, and his boxing skills are divine, which is a superb level.
After reaching this stage, there will be no problem in strengthening the tendons, bones and marrow.
After all, he is a master of boxing and has mastered the operation of strength to perfection. The most difficult step in martial arts, to allow strength to enter the marrow, is no longer difficult for Zhang Mingtu.
If Zhang Mingtu had enough strength, energy and blood, he could even enter the marrow directly now and start the most difficult step for a warrior, marrow training.
"In just one night, he mastered the art of boxing. This isn't just practicing boxing, this is simply the rebirth of a strong man..."
Zhang Mingtu's heart was shaken. He stared intently at the black thread-bound ancient book in his mind, feeling an irrepressible joy in his heart.
Of course, he was not a reborn strong man, but he roughly understood where the changes in him came from.
It is suspected that his life was recorded in the Book of Life and Death, and he died ten years later.
Judging from the records in what is suspected to be the Book of Life and Death, his greatest achievements were the invention of distillation and the opening of a restaurant.
Distillation and the many novel dishes he created even attracted the attention of other forces and brought him fatal disasters.
But in Zhang Mingtu's opinion, the most precious thing is the Tongshen boxing technique that is suspected to be not even mentioned in the Book of Life and Death.
"No talent for martial arts... but after ten years of practicing the Bull Fist to the point of mastery, this talent can't be too bad, right?"
Zhang Mingtu was surprised and had some doubts.
Even after expansion, his life story was too brief, and he couldn't get more information from ancient books like the Book of Life and Death.
"Mingtu, Mingtu..."
Wang Yulan's call came from a distance, filled with anxiety.
Zhang Mingtu looked at the sky. It was completely dark and he couldn't even see the road clearly.
This time is far beyond the time he normally goes home, no wonder his mother came to look for him anxiously.
"I'm here!"
Zhang Mingtu suppressed the doubts in his mind and put the prescription with the ink not yet completely dry in his arms. When he looked up, he saw Wang Yulan running towards him in a hurry.
Wang Yulan was sweating profusely and opened her mouth to scold.
Seeing Zhang Mingtu standing there sweating profusely and with a pale face, the scolding in his mouth turned into concern.
"What's wrong? Are you okay? Why do you look so bad? Did you go wrong with your boxing?"
"It's okay, I'm fine. I just practiced boxing and my whole body is sore. I'll be fine after a rest."
Wang Yulan didn't believe it and looked Zhang Mingtu up and down.
Seeing that although Zhang Mingtu looked pale, he was in high spirits and there was nothing wrong with him walking, his heart gradually calmed down.
The anxiety disappeared for a moment, and anger surged in my heart again.
"Why are you not going home so late at night? What are you doing outside?"
"Isn't this a peaceful night? What should I do if something goes wrong?"
Zhang Mingtu smiled bitterly. Although Wang Yulan's tone was fierce, it was full of concern. Moreover, this place was indeed unstable at night and there were legends of ghosts and evil spirits.
Generally, you should return home before nightfall and not wander around.
Faced with Wang Yulan's repeated scolding, Zhang Mingtu could only repeatedly nod, but in return he received more scolding.
Until Zhang Mingtu said: "I'm hungry, mother!"
"Hungry? Didn't you just eat?"
"Boxing is very tiring, listen to my stomach!"
Zhang Mingtu's stomach also gurgled a few times out of courtesy.
"I still have two pounds of braised wild boar meat at home, and some vegetables left. I'll go back and heat them up for you."
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