Practice a low-level profession until you become an immortal and call yourself an ancestor

Chapter 47 Wang Wenyuan’s emotion
Three days passed by in a hurry.

It was early in the morning, and the morning light had not yet covered the earth.

Chu Changqing stood in the courtyard with a serious expression, punching and kicking his legs meticulously.

The movements were neither urgent nor slow, and seemed to be very basic movements, but the energy contained in them was only known to him.

The feathery leaves on the branches of the locust tree have almost fallen off, but there are still some remnants. A breeze blows, and a few late withered leaves are carried away.

Chu Changqing's ears twitched but his eyes did not look. When the dead leaves fell to the level of his head, he suddenly turned around and hit the dead leaves.

When the fist hit, the fallen leaves did not flutter due to the wind of the fist, and continued to fall according to their natural fall.

The moment Chu Changqing's fist came into contact with the fallen leaves, there was a "squeak" and the dead leaves, which had no moisture, suddenly fell into pieces.

It was a punch, and then he kicked out two more, and the remaining leaves in the air were also shattered.

Chu Changqing stopped his movements, his face full of satisfaction with himself.

In three days, he had not only mastered the true energy, but using it in his fists and feet was no problem at all.

The few punches and kicks just now prove that while attacking quickly, he can also control the force. The moment he contacts the enemy, it explodes instantly.

It's just that the Qi in his body, after three days of training using breathing methods, has not become stronger, it is still as thin as a needle.

It seems that cultivating Qi is indeed a slow and meticulous work, and there is no need to rush it.

Just when he used his fist power to smash a few fallen leaves into pieces, Wang Wenyuan's surprised voice came from behind: "Evergreen?!"

Chu Changqing turned around and saw Wang Wenyuan walking in with a piece of rice paper.

"master!"

Wang Wenyuan signaled to Chu Changqing that he didn't need to be polite, and then his cloudy eyes flickered, and he restrained his emotions: "You, are you ready?"

Chu Changqing knew that if he followed what Wang Wenyuan said before, 'Use the true energy in your body and find ways to use it in your movements', then he should have succeeded in moving the pile.

But he had only practiced for three days, and the specific effect was still uncertain, so he just said: "Disciple is not sure, please give me some advice from the master."

Wang Wenyuan nodded: "Let me see how many punches you have."

Chu Changqing took the order and started fighting from the most basic movements such as straight punches and kicks. He used his true energy in every movement.

In other words, now he has mastered an instinct, and subconsciously uses Qi when swinging his fists and legs.

This is inseparable from the breathing method of the Eight-door Golden Lock Sword Technique, and it is also inseparable from Chu Changqing's diligent practice in the past three days.

Seeing Chu Changqing's unhurried movements, Wang Wenyuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva expressionlessly.

This kid is really, really accomplished.
How many days has he practiced?
It's only been three days since I taught him the art of swordsmanship.

Chu Changqing didn't even return the sword manual to him.

"okay."

Wang Wenyuan interrupted Chu Changqing's movements, nodded slightly, calmed himself and said: "Well, it's not bad. Let me see if I can do the Qiqiao Fist again using the moving pile method."

Chu Changqing stopped his movements. After hearing the subsequent instructions, he nodded, adjusted his state, and began to add infuriating energy to the boxing technique.

When he was practicing his Qi in the past few days, he did not use boxing to practice. This was the first time that he added Qi control during boxing.

It's not that he is unwilling to take the initiative to try, but that his current thinking is gradually leaning towards "laying a solid foundation."

As the time he spent practicing martial arts increased, he became more and more aware of how important the foundation was.Even during this period, he recalled all kinds of things in his previous life. Composition, mathematics, and even programming were all too basic.

Talent represents a person's upper limit, but a stable and solid foundation can enable a person to continuously break through his lower limit and ensure that his upper limit is stable.

So these days, he has been striving to first integrate the true energy into every movement he makes, and then improve with his boxing skills.

Now Wang Wenyuan asks him to give it a try.

Qiqiao Fist didn't look like when he practiced it by himself. Every move was very sharp and very fast. He was quite familiar with the use of Qi, but he was not yet perfect at it.

Moreover, there are several fingering techniques in Qiqiao Fist, which are different from attaching the true energy to the fist surface.

It is very difficult to gather the true energy and condense it into the fingertips, let alone add on top of this the steps and the rapid swing of the arms.

Chu Changqing realized this and felt the difficulty of operating Qi.

But instead of rushing around, he allowed himself to try to slow down.

The movements are still fierce, but the overall rhythm has softened a lot. He is still in the learning stage. At this stage, slow means fast!
Gradually, he grasped a trace of the movement rules of the true energy, and mastered the enlightenment that often flashed in his mind.

He became more and more proficient, and finally, in the courtyard, Chu Changqing's movements were already vigorous!

Seconds, seconds!
Wang Wenyuan watched Chu Changqing's process from unfamiliarity to proficiency in mastering Qi. Every step was smooth, natural and error-free, and he couldn't help but admire in his heart.

There are actually such talented and intelligent martial arts practitioners in this world!
Ordinary martial arts masters can talk about it for a lifetime if they see such a genius.

This was his last life, no, it was all the brothers and sisters of their Eight Golden Suo Dao Sect who had done so much to benefit the common people in their previous life that he, Wang Wenyuan, could have such a disciple!

The more he looked at Chu Changqing, the more satisfied Wang Wenyuan became.

Then I also thought about Wang Wancai's idea of ​​testing Chu Changqing some time ago to recruit him as his husband. Now if Wang Wancai comes again, whether Chu Changqing agrees or not, Wang Wenyuan, as a master, needs to think about it first.

With the talent Chu Changqing has shown so far, he is really expected to reach the peak of his innate talent!
That is the realm that all warriors long for!

Never give up the pursuit just because of temporary comfort.

Women can only affect the warrior's knife and sword.

But a pity.

What a pity
If Changqing's master was an innate master and joined an upright first-class sect, perhaps his current growth would be better, right?

It's a pity, it's a pity that his master can only be an old guy like himself who is at the peak of his acquired skills.

"Hey."

Autumn is lonely, and Wang Wenyuan sighs with endless frustration and sadness.

When Chu Changqing heard Wang Wenyuan's sigh, he stopped and was a little confused: "Master, did this disciple make the same mistake again?"

Wang Wenyuan shook his head: "No, no, you did a very good job."

His mood quickly recovered, which is one of the skills that every warrior must master.

However, he still said with emotion: "I just feel that the weather is a bit cold."

Before Chu Changqing could ask questions, Wang Wenyuan said to Chu Changqing seriously: "It's very good. You've already started to get started."

"The total time required for two static and dynamic exercises is less than half a tenth of a month. You are indeed born to practice martial arts."

　There were two chapters this morning. I wrote the chapter at [-]pm in advance.
　　
　
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