"Ha! Train with me! As the saying goes, practice makes perfect! Even a martial saint needs to train diligently!"
"If you want to rise above others, you must first endure physical hardship! Train until you drop dead, and even the dumbest and most foolish person can achieve great things!"
"The money you spend at the martial arts gym is wasted if you don't practice; you only make money if you do! Watching without practicing is a waste of the gym's money!"
"Practice! Practice! Practice!"
"Good! Louder! Shout it out! This Subduing Mountain Bull Demon Fist is a top-notch martial art. Thank the Mu family for their generosity! This may be the only time in your lives that you will come into contact with such a powerful martial art at the Transcendental level!"
"Moo! Moo! Moo!"
The last few sounds were expressions of gratitude to the Mu family, and also a necessary part of the training process. The fist techniques performed in neat formations on the training ground, with movements resembling the marching of giant bulls, were accompanied by the sounds of bulls and bulls.
Looking at the vaguely appearing giant bull that seemed to be climbing the mountain and reaching the sky, Dao Cheng became even more interested in the principles behind it, since it concerned his own path to transcendence.
"Martial arts are truly beyond imagination. The Daoist Master's abilities are divine, and the three ancestors of the Mu family who were able to create such martial arts on their own are even more admirable."
Although extraordinary seems to be beyond imagination, especially a certain roast chicken game I played in my previous life, which showed omnipotence to the fullest extent.
Faced with Dao Chengyi's praise, Li Daniu, the third senior brother who brought Dao Chengyi into the martial arts school, felt even more proud, sharing in the glory and shame.
"Of course. Martial arts have only been around for a little over four hundred years. The three ancestors of the Mu family were so talented that they deduced martial arts from the realm of perception to the realm of non-perception in just fifty years. If they hadn't mysteriously disappeared later, it would have been possible for them to have given up their profession."
There are four categories of martial arts in the world: Illumination, Detachment from Form, Severing Karma, and Nirvana. This is the concept that Li Daniu, who was by my side, had been talking about for half a day after introducing the martial arts school.
The first two, as their names suggest, only possess physical similarity and have been elevated beyond their original forms, while the latter two are more deified.
By severing karma, one can break free from the suffering of reincarnation, end all karmic consequences, establish one's own school of thought, and not be bound by any fixed lineage, thus being able to do as one pleases.
Nirvana means the physical body is immortal, free from the suffering of lifespan and the disturbances of the mortal world. It can encompass all dharmas, repel all evils, and attain great freedom.
The first three are understandable, from simply borrowing to innovation to becoming a versatile, attribute-free approach, which is quite reasonable. However, the fourth one made Dao Chengyi think about the origin of martial arts in this world over the past four hundred years.
After all, immortality and nirvana are too easily associated with the Medicine King from outer space. According to the classic setting of enemies and allies sharing the same origin, the two might be related.
After they had practiced enough, Li Daniu led Daocheng into the arena. The person in charge of teaching this group of students was the fourth senior brother of the martial arts school, Mou Jian, whose surname was not his original surname but was bestowed upon him. His loyalty was beyond question.
"Third Senior Brother, is this a new member?"
Mu Jian, who shouted slogans loudly, was a typical bearded man with a strong smell of iron and fire, which reflected his background as a blacksmith.
"Yes, Steward Hong arranged for him to come in. He's a retainer from the Third Young Master's side. He wanted to practice martial arts, so he brought him along. He has good talent."
This statement has many implications. Upon hearing this, Mu Jian looked at Dao Chengyi with curiosity, and after observing him for a while, asked if he had any martial arts background.
"I practiced the Heart Refining Mantra for two weeks and basic standing meditation for two weeks. Other than that, I didn't practice anything else."
The foundation is terrible, but the body is very young. It's a body that was transmigrated into by a soul, and the person only has a travel permit indicating their place of origin. It's unclear where they are from or what their identity is.
If judged by the standards for breeding succulents, this would be a very bad omen, since the emphasis here is on raising them to drink blood and eat meat from a young age to cultivate their adaptability; if they are not adaptable enough, they could really die.
"Alright, let me see how talented you are! All of you! Spread out and take a good look! Let's see if he can become one of you!"
Mu Jian patted his own dark yellow, cowhide-like skin, and at this moment he looked like a bull demon in full form, the patting sound extremely dull, just like a bull.
The people around him had various expressions, interspersed with whispers. Some were suspicious, some were watching the show, and some were even jeering. Such stares could easily evoke emotions in a young person.
Dao Chengyi was used to these gazes. He only looked at his fourth senior brother with a thick beard. He stood firmly with his legs apart, raised his fist, and smashed it hard at the other man.
There was no concealment, because the accumulation of his strength was traceable. Dao Chengyi wanted to label himself as a genius, because only in this way could he obtain what he wanted, and he was willing to take risks for it.
The opponent endured nearly two hundred pounds of force, and the sound of bronze striking stone resounded, but Mu Jian himself remained as immovable as a mountain.
This punch made the onlookers put away their contempt, because they knew that if they were to take this punch themselves, they would be seriously injured!
"No need to investigate, he truly has talent. Let's try again!"
With a sudden, powerful thrust, that layer of leathery skin sent Dao Cheng repelling him. Mu Jian was filled with excitement. Such power! Such a punch! So strong! So talented! He loved seeing people like this emerge in the martial arts school!
In response to Mu Jian's excitement, Dao Cheng unleashed a barrage of punches, without any technique or method, relying entirely on instinct!
Despite such attacks, Mu Jian still managed to land them all over his body and offer his comments.
"Yes, that's it, just do it there. There's no fancy fighting technique. As long as you can knock the enemy down and kill them, that's all that matters!"
"Be bolder, without any...ji"
Following Mu Jian's words, the fist also landed on the opening mouth. Clearly, the teeth were not as tough as the skin, and they loosened and blood seeped out.
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