"Smelting Blood?" Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows, he only knew the words of martial artists in the past, but it was the first time he had heard this kind of statement.

Lao Zhoutou nodded and said: "The biggest difference between a martial artist and an ordinary person is the blood qi, whether it is an external refining move or an internal refining breath, the ultimate goal is to smelt the blood qi and turn the qi into strength!" Only by practicing blood strength can you touch the threshold of martial arts, and you can be called a martial artist who does not enter the stream. ”

"Otherwise, no matter how skilled you are in boxing and how strong your strength is, as long as you don't practice blood, you will always be just an ordinary person, and you will have no chance of winning against martial artists."

"And after practicing blood strength, if you can go further, control the blood strength to run the whole body, and achieve the state of light strength and light horse...... can be regarded as a third-rate martial artist. ”

"It is rumored that from a third-rate martial artist to a first-class martial artist, they are essentially different methods of using blood strength, and the first-class realm is like a rainbow, which can rival thousands of armies...... Whether that's really the case, I don't know. ”

Jiang Ming frowned and said, "What about after the first-class?" ”

"Hahaha......" Old Zhou couldn't help laughing and said: "Brother Ming, I really dare to think that the first-class martial artist is already the top big man in the Great Cloud Mansion, can't he still get into your eyes?" ”

Jiang Ming smiled: "It's just curious." ”

"Just becoming a martial artist is enough to exhaust the efforts of many people's lives, and there is not one in ten who enter the stream...... And the one who surpasses the martial artist is the one who is the only one in ten thousand martial artists. Old Zhou Tou sighed with a sigh in his eyes.

"And then?" Jiang Ming blinked.

And then ...... I don't know either. Lao Zhoutou said angrily: "I'm not a big person, I can know that these are already well-informed." ”

"Let's start, Purple Qi is coming east...... It's a good time to practice martial arts. Old Zhou took off his shirt and warmed up, and on his thin and old torso, there were muscles swimming like earthworms.

"It seems that even if a martial artist is decayed, it is not comparable to ordinary people......" Jiang Ming secretly said in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that Lao Zhou had a secret disease, then the old scar would have to bow his head and call Zhou Ye.

"The first style, the tiger sits on Yue ......" Lao Zhou's body squatted slightly, and his legs were nailed in place like iron rods: "This is the fundamental technique of Fuhu Boxing, whether you practice well or not determines your final achievement ......"

At this moment, Lao Zhoutou seems to be one with the earth, even if there is a storm, he can not move.

Jiang Ming did not follow the gesture, but tried hard to remember Lao Zhoutou's movements and tried to understand this formula.

"It's like an upgraded version of squatting horse step, and the main training is ...... the lower game and core strength," Jiang Ming said darkly, this is indeed a crucial step.

About a quarter of an hour later, Old Man Zhou finished the external refining moves of Fuhu Boxing, a total of twenty-four styles, the first twelve styles are all practice, and the last twelve styles are fighting methods, wide open and closed, fierce and deadly, like a fierce tiger.

"It's a pity that this Fuhu fist is too strong and easy to hurt." Old Zhou stopped panting: "Brother Ming, when you practice boxing, you must not be greedy for merit and rush forward, and feel the blood and qi in front of you...... You can only practice it up to three times a day. ”

"How long does it take to sense blood gas?" Jiang Ming asked.

Only when you sense the blood qi can you practice the internal refining breathing method.

"If you're lucky...... Three years and five years, bad luck, that is a lifetime. Old Zhou Tou said with a faint gaze: "I used eight years to sense blood qi back then, and ten years to smelt blood qi to practice blood strength...... I was lucky enough to become a martial artist, now that I think about it, what's the use, do you know why I stopped you from learning martial arts? ”

Jiang Ming was dumbfounded, no wonder there are no people in Ping'an Town who learn martial arts, practicing martial arts consumes energy, money, and money, but the possibility of becoming a martial artist in the end is very small, and it is not a poor man's play at all.

"I don't know...... How long will it take me? Jiang Ming said secretly in his heart.

Naturally, he is not afraid of hurting his body, what is the limit of three times a day...... Don't bother at all.

Lao Zhou Tou finally said suddenly: "Of course, if it is supplemented with great tonic medicines such as golden worm ginseng and red blood vine, the martial arts practice will be accelerated a lot. ”

"In addition, it is a secret medicine for martial arts...... The auxiliary martial arts medicine refined in the martial arts hall in the city can speed up the induction of blood qi, if Brother Ming'er has enough money, you can ask the old men who came to purchase medicinal materials......

Jiang Ming's eyes lit up: "Thank you Zhou Ye for mentioning it, I'll call you again now, please give me more guidance if there's anything wrong." ”

As he spoke, he recalled Lao Zhoutou's movements and practiced one move at a time.

Old Zhou Tou smiled, chewing on the golden and crispy monkey while carefully looking at Jiang Ming's moves......

He is willing to say so much, it is also Jiang Ming's junior who really has an appetite for him, he used to be a martial artist, and the old scar was also polite when he saw him, if he changed someone else to learn martial arts, where would he be so dedicated......

Looking at it, Lao Zhoutou's eyes were also surprised.

Although Jiang Ming's moves are very slow, and he looks like a novice at first glance, his movements are very standard, and there is also a sense of beauty of strength in his gestures.

"Good!" Lao Zhoutou clapped his hands and praised: "Brother Ming, you are much better than me at the beginning......"

Jiang Ming rolled his eyes in his heart, I have practiced boxing for a month or two, and I have been fighting for so long, if it is not as good as you were at the beginning, wouldn't it be in vain.

In the following days, I practiced martial arts and ate every day, and when I was tired of practicing, I went into the mountains to collect medicine......

Before I knew it, more than a month had passed.

The autumn breeze is bleak, bringing up the fallen leaves in the sky, and Yunmeng Shan Ze has hung up golden autumn clothes.

In the depths of the mountain, a tiger-like figure leaped down from the edge of the cliff, stretched out one hand, and hung directly on a protruding rock block.

"Red Blood Vine, here!"

Jiang Ming used a medicine sickle to cut off a red vine the thickness of his little finger, and smiled with satisfaction.

Picking leaves in spring, picking safflowers in summer, picking roots in autumn, picking dead flowers in winter......

The herbs vary from season to season, and now is the time to harvest the red blood vine.

Ever since Lao Zhou Tou said those several medicines that were beneficial to martial arts training, Jiang Ming tilted his focus on these medicinal materials.

Coo~

On the top of the cliff, a fat white rabbit poked its head out and cheered for Jiang Ming to collect medicine.

"Hahaha, it's my lucky star!" Jiang Ming climbed up the cliff and rubbed the rabbit's head: "Second Master Bai, I will take you to eat and drink spicy food tonight...... If I Jiang Ming have a bite to eat, I will never starve you. ”

Late at night, in a cave.

In a clay pot, various medicinal herbs such as red blood vine, golden worm ginseng, and toadstool mushrooms were simmering on a small fire, and Jiang Ming was lying on the ground on the side, his eyes flashing.

"The distance is to sense qi and blood, only one foot away from the door, try again tomorrow!"

In the past few days, I can vaguely feel qi and blood occasionally, but I can't maintain that feeling.

During this time, he practiced Fuhu Boxing at least a dozen times a day, and all kinds of drugs were never stopped, but he didn't expect that his entry would be so fast.

"Maybe this is the difference between quantitative change and qualitative change, the difference between practicing only three times a day and practicing more than a dozen times a day, can not be calculated by addition and subtraction alone......"

"Just wait for tomorrow!" He calmed down, closed his eyes and slept......