Start from miscellaneous fish to gain experience and cultivate immortality

Chapter 19: As strong as running water, it is difficult to flow smoothly

Chen Zheng sat alone on a chair and waited quietly. After a while, a servant brought hot tea and two plates of pastries.

The tea smells good, and so do the pastries. They look better than the pastries made in restaurants in the city.

Chen Zheng wanted to eat, but he held back. His mouth was a little dry. He didn't drink the tea. He just stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, then sat there quietly.

"Sit like a bell, stand like a pine tree." He suddenly remembered this sentence, which was said by Wang Shen, and he immediately straightened his back.

He was the only one in the empty room. No one was looking at him, but he kept sitting upright.

After making an appointment for a cup of tea, two more young people of about the same age as him came. Judging from their appearance, they were not ordinary people.

They were wearing fox fur coats. One of them had pretty features and a bookish air about him, like a scholar, but his face was a little pale. The other had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was tall and strong. When the two of them entered the room, they were startled slightly when they saw Chen Zheng and smiled at him. He smiled, then picked two other chairs and sat down.

After a while, another young man entered the room. This young man wore a brocade hat and mink fur. He entered the room and glanced at several people in the room. His eyes stayed on Chen Zheng for a moment, but it was the young man dressed as a scholar. Stop on your body.

"Chu Yun, I didn't expect you to come too. Can your body and bones hold up in this cold weather?"

"It's okay." Chu Yun smiled after hearing this.

"Who is this brother?"

"An Yuhua."

"I'm down here, Bo Chi. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you!"

"Who is this brother?" Finally he asked Chen Zheng.

"Chen Zheng, I have met Mr. Lu."

He had heard about the name of this young master before. The young master of the Hall of Punishment, Lu Zhao, thought he had gone to another place, but unexpectedly he came today. It seemed like he was going to participate in this selection.

Seeing the looks of the three of them, his heart had reached rock bottom, and he knew that he might have no hope this time.

Lu Boxi picked a chair near the top and sat down.

Chen Zhengzheng sat there properly, his spine straight. He didn't want to be looked down upon, and he also knew that he didn't have the ability to be looked down upon.

After a while, an old man in his fifties came in from outside.

"Mr. Li."

"uncle."

Mr. Lu, who came in last, called the old man different from the other three. Only he called him uncle.

The old man smiled, said a few polite words to a few of them, and then got straight to the point. I asked my servants to bring pen and ink, and each person wrote a poem with a simple title and expressed his ambition in poetry.

The other three people started writing poems without much thought. It seemed that they were well prepared.

Chen Zheng hesitated for a while, then he crookedly wrote two lines of poetry.

"Eh?!" When the old man walked up to him, he was slightly startled after looking at the two lines of poetry he had written. He looked surprised and couldn't help but look at Chen Zheng a few more times.

"Okay, you can go back."

Just like that, a few of them left the manor.

"Three brothers, we are destined to meet each other. I will be the host at noon. How about you taste the fine wine I have collected in Linjiang Tower?" Mr. Lu, who came last, invited the other three.

"Brother Lu, my uncle is still at home, so I'm sorry I can't accompany him," Chu Yun said.

"We have to practice in the afternoon," said An Yuhua.

"Sorry, my lower body is cold." Chen Zheng said.

"Then let's talk about it another day."

The few people said goodbye, and Chen Zheng returned to the city in a carriage.

In a study room in the manor, Lei Liang looked at the poems written by four people on the table.

"The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. This poem has an artistic conception! What do you think, sir?" He turned to ask a strange man who was wrapped in a cloak. “The person the helper is looking for is among them.”

"which one?"

The weirdo clicked on two pieces of paper.

"Okay, then I will accept these two as my direct disciples."

"The gang leader might as well accept all four of them."

"Oh, why?"

"A sharp edge comes from sharpening, and a sword needs a whetstone."

"Congratulations, sir!"

In the city, Chen Zheng, who had returned from outside, came back to the house and immediately lay down on the bed. His eyes were dull, as if all the energy and energy in his body had been sucked away. He didn't even hear the sound of anyone coming in.

"See that the coachman is very polite to you?"

Hearing someone talking, Chen Zheng realized that Wang Shen had entered the room.

"I have no hope this time." Chen Zheng said a little disappointed.

Although I didn't have high hopes before, after actually experiencing it, I still feel disappointed.

"Then take good care of your health first. Continue practicing when you are healthy. Your cousin is not a direct disciple. Anyway, your reputation has risen this time."

"You can lie down for a while."

Wang Shen stood up and went out.

"Three days. After three days we will practice together."

Looking back, Chen Zheng had already stood up and stood at the door looking at Wang Shen.

"That's right." Wang Shen said with a smile.

People can fail, but they cannot remain decadent for a long time.

In the afternoon of this day, Wang Shen went to the warehouse, found a corner as usual, lit a charcoal fire, and then began to move his body in preparation for practice.

He first practiced the Splitting Muscles and Crossing Bones several times. Through the practice of the moves, he felt the flow of strength in the body. Suddenly his movements paused.

"It's this feeling again!"

Just now, he felt that the strength in his body was stuck in the process of circulation, just like water encountering obstacles in the flow of rocks and unable to pass smoothly.

He had encountered this feeling before during his previous training. After these days of training, it had become clearer and more obvious, but he had never thought of a suitable way to improve it.

Wang Shen has also analyzed the reason. Most of it is because the technique he learned is incomplete. He is now trying to complete this technique, but it is quite difficult.

This is the only technique he has come into contact with, and there are no other techniques to learn from. Moreover, there are not many people who know this skill in Wuyang County. The only one who has practiced it is Chen Luan. It's just that this person may not even be willing to teach his own cousin, let alone teach him.

"I can only think of other ways."

After practicing the muscle-splitting and bone-splitting hand, Wang Shen then used a rope to pull Shi Dunzi to practice strength, and Shi Dunzi's weight increased a bit.

Once, ten times, a hundred times, the body tightens, the muscles bulge, and the blood flows faster.
  Wang Shen felt that his strength was almost reaching its limit.

There is no limit to the increase in a person's strength, otherwise he would not be a human being.

His skills are incomplete and his strength has reached its upper limit. He seems to have reached a barrier now. So far, he has not thought of a way to break through this barrier.

Where there is a will, there is a way, and there must be a method and a direction.

After practicing the exercises and stretching his muscles and bones, Wang Shen, who was a little impatient, began to recite the Taoist scriptures over and over again.

Unconsciously, it was already dead of night outside, and Wang Shen was a little tired, so he curled up in the corner and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)