Rongshi East Gate Station.

Li Changqing walked out of the station with a backpack on his back, looking like a tourist who had just finished his trip.

At the gate of the station, Uncle Chen, who was holding his waist, looked at Li Changqing with a smile.

"Young man, you look good."

A glimmer of light flashed in Uncle Chen's cloudy eyes, and in his perception, the current Li Changqing was almost like two people when he saw him in the park last time.

"How long is the metamorphosis period?"

Li Changqing smiled and replied casually, "There will be a while." ”

"Try to finish it in time for the Youth Cup preliminaries, and then you should be able to meet Jiang He and prove yourself." Uncle Chen walked in front of Li Changqing with his hands behind his back.

"By the way, did you go to the martial arts hall to verify your identity?"

"There's no hurry."

"Not in a hurry?" Uncle Chen was very curious.

"Didn't you kid just say on the phone that you met Jiang He in the nature reserve, so you don't envy others?"

"Are you envious......" Li Changqing smiled and did not answer positively.

"Maybe there were."

Li Changqing asked his heart, when he first met Jiang He at the station, he was indeed very envious of the other party, and envied the privilege of genius, so much so that he took the latter as his target.

But when he entered the transformation period under the guidance of Uncle Chen, most of the envy in Li Changqing's heart disappeared, because he found that he could also do it.

To this day, when he saw Jiang He struggling to face the brown bear, the only remaining feeling of comparison completely disappeared.

"Before? And now? Uncle Chen didn't let Li Changqing bypass this question and asked step by step.

"Don't you envy now?"

"No envy." Li Changqing shook his head calmly.

"How can I become a Buddha after going out to practice once, and I don't have worldly desires?"

Uncle Chen is a little unconvinced, a young man of this age will have the heart to compare?

Li Changqing raised his head and looked at the big sun above his head that was gradually tilting westward, he shook his head and said:

"Of course not, my desire is strong, stronger than ever."

"Uncle Chen, don't you think that the scenery at the end of the martial arts path will be countless times better than the place where we are standing now?"

"I'm going to see there."

“…… You kid. Uncle Chen was shocked by Li Changqing's words.

"The end of the martial arts? You really dare to say it. He shook his head, his face full of wrinkles, but the smile couldn't help but rise.

"What an ambitious lad."

The two chatted and chatted and came to a river embankment, where willow trees were flying on both sides and the air was fresh.

"Come, take it."

"What is this?"

"Youth Cup registration form, you fill it out and send it over, I have already vouched for your qualifications. But you have to keep in mind that if you don't complete the transformation and officially become a martial artist before the match, this entry form will be invalid. ”

"Don't worry, uncle." Li Changqing solemnly took the registration form, and he glanced at the form before stuffing it into his arms.

Chen Danqing? The uncle's name is quite elegant.

"Uncle, you remember to come and see my game when the time comes."

"You kid." Chen Danqing's beard trembled.

"Wait until you win the first qualifier, if you are eliminated in the first leg, don't say you recognize me."

"I understand." Li Changqing laughed.

"I went down to the company with the recruits of the army, and I was asked who your recruit squad leader was, and I wanted to say that the squad leader was dead."

"Slippery head!" Chen Danqing scolded with a smile, and he and Li Changqing walked side by side.

"Your kid has entered the transformation period, and it's almost time to tell you about the division of martial artists."

Hearing this, Li Changqing's expression turned grim and put away the hippie smile on his face.

"Uncle, you say."

"Boy, martial artists are divided into three ranks: upper, middle and lower, you know."

"Clear."

"First of all, whether it is upper, middle or lower, the martial artists of each rank are divided into nine stars, with one star being the lowest and nine stars being the highest."

"Among them, the upper martial artist is the most transcendent, and the martial artist of this period has begun to have the characteristics of some psionic beings, which is called supernatural power, but I haven't been able to set foot in this realm at the beginning, so I can't tell you in detail, so I'll listen to it."

Uncle Chen was a little regretful, he was stuck at the peak of the middle martial artist at the beginning, and he didn't step into it.

"I'll focus on talking to you about the lower and middle martial artists."

"The lower martial artists are divided by the concentration of qi and blood, the stronger the qi and blood, the stronger the physique, and the higher the star rating you get."

Chen Danqing patted Li Changqing's sturdy arm.

"At this stage, you don't think about what you have and don't have, you focus on your qi and your body. In short, you remember one sentence, you don't lose your strength, and in the lower martial arts stage, you have strong qi and blood, and your physique is strong, and you have more advantages in fighting with others. ”

Li Changqing nodded seriously, motioned for himself to write it down, and then he asked:

"Then uncle, what is the difference between a mid-rank martial artist and a lower-rank martial artist? Is it also qi and blood? ”

"Nope." Chen Danqing shook his head.

"Martial arts apprentices are different from inferior martial artists, and the difference lies in qi and blood and whether they break through the limits of human beings in all aspects."

"And the difference between the middle rank and the lower rank martial artist is that the artistic conception, or potential!"

"Artistic conception, potential?" Li Changqing's thoughts moved slightly.

"Uncle, when I practiced today, I comprehended the boxing method with the help of the power of flowing water, is this the artistic conception?"

"You're a skill at best." Chen Danqing shook his head.

"Watch my movements." He didn't say much, and directly chose to get started.

Facing the willow tree in front of him, Chen Danqing stretched out his thin palm and patted it gently.

There is not much qi and blood flowing, and this kind of power is no different from that of ordinary adults.

The willow tree did not move.

"Now, take a closer look." Chen Danqing admonished, and then he raised his right hand again.

There is still no flow of qi and blood, and it is still the same strength.

But this time, his momentum changed.

Momentum, artistic conception, these are two mysterious words, difficult to express in words.

But it's real.

At the moment when Chen Danqing raised his hand, Li Changqing's pupils shrank sharply, and he almost used all his strength to stop the tightness of the conditioned reflex of the muscles all over his body.

In his perception at the moment, Chen Danqing suddenly turned into a descending tiger.

The sharp claws were almost against the veins in his throat, and this sense of crisis that could be locked at any time made Li Changqing at a loss.

The withered palm seemed to turn into a giant tiger claw, and the sharp claws cut through the willow tree like a small dagger.

But when he came back to his senses, Chen Danqing's palms were still thin, and there were no tiger palms and minions.

And the five hideous claw marks that almost cut the willow tree are extremely awake.

"This is the artistic conception, is this the momentum?" Li Changqing was dumbfounded, he could be sure that the force used by Chen Danqing was exactly the same two times before and after.

But the end result was very different.

"This is the difference between a lower-rank martial artist and a middle-rank martial artist." Chen Danqing wiped Mo's forehead.

"The same power, playing a role in different artistic conceptions, is completely two concepts, one heaven and one earth."

Chen Danqing took a breath, and then waved his hand at Li Changqing.

"But these things are too far for you, you kid still grasp the cultivation of qi and blood and complete the transformation as soon as possible."

"Don't, uncle." Li Changqing was finally aroused, and hurriedly grabbed Chen Danqing and began to ask.

"Is there a way to cultivate artistic conception and momentum? Or is there any threshold? ”

"You kid." Chen Danqing threw away his arm angrily. "Just listen to the story, don't be too ambitious."

"The artistic conception and momentum are different from all the boxing techniques you are learning now, their power comes from your will and spirit, if you want to talk about the threshold, it may be your will and spiritual power."

"The lower martial artist cultivates to the peak, and the qi and blood gradually begin to warm up the spirit, at this time, with the help of some skills that specialize in honing spiritual power, through visualization and other forms, they can finally give birth to their own artistic conception."

Li Changqing hurriedly asked.

"Uncle, is there a special skill to improve mental power?"

"You kid is dreaming again." Chen Danqing slapped Li Changqing on the head.

"Cultivate your qi and blood well, where is there a shortcut to the path of martial arts."

But this slap did not dispel Li Changqing's thoughts, he suddenly remembered.

When I broke through the limit before and entered the metamorphosis period.

I have raised my will a few points.

At that time, he didn't think it was too useful, but now that he thinks about it, Li Changqing's heart is getting hotter and hotter.

It is very likely that you don't need to be full of qi and blood to be able to improve your spirit through your own exercise.

Even, feel your own artistic conception in advance.

The next martial artist who has mastered the artistic conception, isn't this exactly a dimensionality reduction blow?

"Uncle, I want to learn ......"

"Don't even think about it!" Chen Danqing didn't know what Li Changqing was going to fart.

"You kid, give me a good workout."

"Then tell me how you polished your mental power in the first place, this is storytelling."

Facing Li Changqing, who was hippie and smiling, Chen Danqing sighed helplessly.

"What else could there be? A visualization of a high-ranking warrior holding a pen drawing. ”

As soon as these words came out, Chen Danqing regretted it.

Sure enough, Li Changqing grabbed his arm immediately.

"Uncle, let me take a look."

"Just one glance."

"I'm all curious."

Chen Danqing: ......

Dongguang community next door.

Chen Danqing's residence is next door to Li Changqing's rented house.

On the way, the latter also asked him why he didn't change to a good house.

According to Chen Danqing's status as a median martial artist, he is still a veteran.

Not to mention the villa, the big house, a small western-style building can still be had.

In this regard, Chen Danqing's answer is very simple.

I am used to living there, surrounded by old comrades-in-arms, old neighbors, and for decades, I have already had feelings for this land.

"Look, that's it."

The house of the elderly who lives alone is very clean and surprisingly tidy, and even the remote control board on the table is placed in the same direction.

Chen Danqing took a yellowed scroll and spread it out on the table.

He stood aside and swept his eyes, and his eyes were about to fall into the painting.

It doesn't matter if you just look at it, Chen Danqing doesn't think that Li Changqing can see anything famous, so he should give him a long insight.

On the yellowed paper, inky brushstrokes outline a rugged man, his muscles knotted, holding a bronze giant high above his head.

With a few brushstrokes, the extremely simple composition gives this painting a substance-like impact.

Li Changqing's eyes were straight, and he only felt that the overlord in the picture scroll seemed to have stepped out of the long river of history.

The magnanimity of pulling out the mountains filled the whole heaven and earth.

Buzz –

Suddenly, a string was touched in his head.

The strong spiritual impact instantly poured into the depths of Li Changqing's heart.

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