From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 12: Looking in the mirror, master achievement! (5200)

Xu Xing used his master's name not just to forge traces of assassination by Japanese pirates.

More importantly, he wanted to use this to establish his own identity and muddy the waters even further.

Xu Tafa, the master of Xianchao Pavilion, killed two third-rank officials with one move. He was extremely powerful and domineering. He became famous in the world as a ruthless gangster and a big bandit along the coast.

After Xu Xing returned to Chun'an, he bought some of the medicinal materials he used for his practice from Lao Guo, and for the other part, he traveled to the coastal areas at night and robbed them from pirates.

However, ever since he ran into the great master Zhu Polong and was seriously injured, he has become much more cautious.

This experience of gangsters robbing gangsters serves as a footnote to increase the authenticity of the identity of "pirate Xu Tafa".

Xu Qingdao, the "human butcher" who once shocked the northern martial arts world, can be said to be Xu Wei's nephew. He joined the army based on his military achievements and assisted Hu Zongxian and Qi Jiguang.

With the dual identities of one dark and one bright, one thief and one official, Xu Xing will have more ways to deal with complicated situations in the future.

After arranging all these things with Shen Yishi and asking them to take Xiyu for treatment, Xu Xing left the manor and traveled all night to Xianchao Pavilion.

Because Xu moved so agilely and quickly, when he rushed back to the martial arts hall, Qi Dazhu and the group of prisoners had just arrived.

Xu Xing briefly explained the matter and asked Qi Dazhu and the others not to leave Chun'an in a hurry, but to wait for the situation to develop.

The reason why he worked so hard just now was because the situation was urgent. Now that he had some buffer time, Xu Xing planned to write a letter to his uncle first, explaining the whole story before making any plans.

After listening to Xu Xing's story, Qi Dazhu finally breathed a sigh of relief and his admiration for his master deepened.

When you see injustice, you draw your sword, rush into battle at night, cut off the head and eat it with wine. How satisfying is that?
As for the others, their faces changed on the spot, not because of fear, but because of excitement of having avenged their great hatred.

When they heard that Xu Xing had spared Ma Ningyuan's life and taken care of his funeral, they were so excited that they could hardly control themselves. They all hugged each other and cried with joy.

However, after these men calmed down, they looked at each other for a while, still feeling a little uneasy.

After all, those people in prison could be said to have been wrongly accused, but this group of people had actually fought their way out of prison, so how could they go back?
Xu Xing saw their hesitation and just said:
“As for you all, I have also thought of a way to stabilize the situation, but now is not the right time. Just follow me and learn some boxing skills these days.

In this current situation, it is always good to have a skill.”

Hearing this, the men were fully pleased. They had all witnessed with their own eyes Xu Xing's domineering stick skills, which could frighten thousands of enemies and make them invincible, during the bloody battle to break out of the prison.

Now that I heard that there is an opportunity to learn this kind of martial arts, I am naturally very excited.

After Xu Xing saw that everyone had settled down, he asked Qi Dazhu to lead them to find a place to sleep first and wait until tomorrow to talk about it.

He himself needs a rest.

Although the big boxer is a powerful weapon on the battlefield, beheading generals, seizing flags, capturing thieves and kings, and is always successful, he is still a human being after all.

Staying focused at all times requires a huge amount of mental and physical energy. Even with Xu Xing's boxing skills, he still feels tired and unable to hold on after a series of battles.

So, after he returned to the inner room, he fell asleep quickly.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Xu Xing saw the mottled and old stone mirror again.

This time, he could clearly feel that this was not an illusion, but a real thing.

Xu Xing suddenly understood a lot of things in his mind.

This way of communicating information is not through sound or text, but it is more profound than hearing or seeing.

Xu Xing realized that this mirror was something he was born with, and it was also the driving force behind his travel to this world.

The stone mirror was originally an earth-shattering treasure with all sorts of incredible magical effects, but because it was severely damaged, it has remained silent until now. It was not until Xu Xing broke through the mysterious gate of life and death that it was revealed with the help of his mind.

When Xu Xing thought about the fact that his own exclusive golden finger came more than 20 years late, he felt both amused and sad.

However, when he discovered the functions of this stone mirror, this feeling disappeared into thin air.

The stone mirror had been wandering in the infinite world for who knows how long, and all its divine powers had disappeared, and needed to be restored by Xu Xing.

The only magical power it has left is "Gathering Shadows", which allows it to condense a mirror image in the mirror that can be controlled by consciousness and is completely based on Xu Xing's physical body.

The number of times the mirror image appears is linked to Xu Xing's mental strength. In his current state, it can only appear three times a day at most, and then his mind will be exhausted.

This function may seem useless in the hands of others, but in the hands of a big boxer like Xu Xing, it represents infinite possibilities.

The human body is so mysterious and wonderful that it is difficult to describe it clearly in words.

Although the top boxers are said to have tempered their bodies four times and have intact skin, flesh, tendons and bones, it is impossible for them to be perfect in the details.

Moreover, the internal organs, the seven orifices and eight gates are where qi, blood, and spirit converge, and they are extremely sensitive and critical positions. If something goes wrong in training, it will be extremely dangerous and lead to go astray on the spot.

Now, with this mirror image as his base body, Xu Xing can put all his ideas about martial arts training into practice without fear of injury or madness.

You know, behind the creation of every new martial art, there must be countless predecessors who died due to experiments. However, Xu Xing can completely reduce this loss by using mirror images instead.

What a horrible efficiency!

If this continues, perhaps he can really reach the legendary realm of human immortality, which is indestructible and spotless!

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Three days later, inside the museum.

Qi Dazhu was leading the group of prisoners to practice martial arts in the martial arts field. There were about forty or fifty people who followed him out of the prison.

However, more than ten people died in the bloody battle, and finally only thirty-eight people were left who managed to break out alive. Among them, only thirty had intact limbs and were able to practice martial arts.

Fortunately, these people have all practiced some martial arts and have a solid foundation, otherwise they would not dare to take the lead and resist the government.

Moreover, after a period of imprisonment and a bloody battle, they are even more aware of the importance of boxing, and now they are almost crazy when practicing martial arts.

Even half of them were training with injuries while applying medicine and bandages. Qi Dazhu's cellmate Li Dingyuan was among them.

His gaze also became firm, no longer as cowardly as before.

The rising and falling sounds of breathing and heavy breathing, plus the heat radiated by more than thirty strong bodies, this martial arts arena is like a constantly blasting furnace.

And in this furnace, a strong and outstanding martial arts sword is being forged!

But no matter how loud the noise they made was, it was nothing compared to the terrifying noise coming from the distant mountains and forests.

The dark shadows in the forest were in chaos, tumbling up and down, leaping and attacking, and all that could be heard was a sharp whistling sound, which was shrill, crazy and very penetrating.

It was as if a hundred goshawks and a thousand falcons were using this place as their battlefield, biting and fighting madly and desperately.

The sound was like a tide, one wave higher than the other, repeatedly crashing against the trees, branches, and the ground, echoing endlessly.

Qi Dazhu, who had the best hearing, felt as if the sound had penetrated into his body through his pores, vibrating his skin, flesh, and bones. The hairs on his body stood up and a dense network of small bumps appeared on his skin.

That was exactly where Xu Xing practiced his martial arts.

Looking at the forest, Qi Dazhu was inexplicably shocked.

After a bloody battle in prison and a life-and-death experience, Qi Dazhu felt that he only needed to consolidate his skills for some time before he could break through to the level of a great boxer. This was an extraordinary progress.

But this progress seems insignificant compared to Xu Xing.

All martial artists in the world know how difficult it is to go one step further.

But Qi Dazhu now feels that when he walked from ninety feet to a hundred feet, his master has actually grown two or three hundred feet!
This completely subverts the common sense of martial arts.

Thinking of this, Qi Dazhu relaxed instead. He ignored the noise coming from the other side and focused only on his boxing.

My master is such a monster, how can I, as his disciple, embarrass him?
Qi Dazhu's feeling is absolutely correct.

Although only three days have passed, for Xu Xing who holds the stone mirror, every day is an unknown transformation.

Up to now, he has "died suddenly" in the consciousness space nine times.

After these nine times of sudden death, Xu Xing's power generation had become quite proficient, reaching the pure realm of "power from the forehead, tension from the Yongquan point, and connection between the upper and lower parts".

This is a completely luxurious refining method that was unimaginable to the ancestors of the Yue family.

You have to know that the Heavenly Palace is the center of the human brain. Successfully breaking through it once does not mean that you will be worry-free in the future.

Every time you use your strength, you must be extremely careful. If you are not careful, you will go insane and die. You will only use it when you are desperate. Therefore, there are not many descriptions of this way of exerting strength since ancient times. First of all, everyone's experience is different, so it is difficult to count.

Secondly, because it was too dangerous, many predecessors died in the next practice before they could leave any records.

But Xu Xing could practice martial arts without any scruples at the cost of his life. After sacrificing a few "lives", his progress was naturally rapid.

Even the great masters in ancient times who had practiced "Heavenly Palace Energy" for their entire lives and were lucky enough to survive were at most similar to him now, except that their levels of skill were different.

In addition to studying the forehead power, Xu Xing also studied the "Mian Zhang Short Strike" booklet left by Lei Bin.

He then took the opportunity to apply the skin and flesh refining methods recorded in it to his own martial arts system to fill in the gaps.

Even if they are the same method of refining the skin or the flesh, there are subtle differences between them. Skin, flesh, tendons and bones are said to be external training, but in fact, when you practice deeply, you start from the outside and work your way up to the inside.

When the skin membrane is trained to the deepest level, it means to train the pores and acupoints all over the body. Training the flesh and training the tendons are two sides of the same coin. When you train to the final stage, it is said to be training the internal organs, but in fact it is training the blood and qi.

Xu Xing was able to work from the inside out, from the skin, flesh, tendons and bones, to push back the internal organs and cleanse the marrow and strengthen the bones. This showed that he had begun to understand the secret of the master's body, of strengthening the five internal organs and restraining the vital energy.

But just having the realm of physical training does not make one a true master.

To achieve such an achievement, one must also combine the imprint of man and fist, the imprint of fist and heaven, and refine a unique spirit of boxing.

This is why, as soon as Xu Xing saw Lian Sheng, he knew that he was a great boxer who had failed in his attempt to become a grandmaster.

Because that kind of unique spiritual temperament cannot be hidden.

In the eyes of the Wu family, the human body is a small world. If one wants to be his own "God" and grasp every subtle change in his body, he naturally needs a more sensitive mind.

This step is even more dangerous than the physical pain experienced during the body training.

After all, physical damage can be healed with the help of medicine, but mental injuries have always been difficult to recover from.

In the history of martial arts, there are countless great boxers who have failed at this stage, gone astray, and turned into lunatics.

In fact, Xu Xing had already completed four body trainings two years ago and became a top boxer.

But the reason why he couldn't break through the pass was because the meaning of Dapeng Mingwang in Yue Jia Sanshou was really not suitable for him.

Yue family Sanshou is Yue Wumu's boxing style, which naturally contains his strong ambition to "restore the old mountains and rivers and face the sky".

Although Yue Daohai was a bandit, he was a loyal hero and his sentiments remained the same.

Therefore, he was able to understand Yue Wumu's loyalty to his country and his unfulfilled ambitions during the disaster in the southeastern sea caused by Japanese pirates, and he was able to develop his own boxing style and become a master.

But Xu Xing is not that kind of person.

Xu Xing certainly had the ambition to drive out the Tartars, but compared to the Japanese pirates, he hated the emperor who amassed wealth and ignored the lives of the people more.

Yue Daohai once lamented that Xu Xing's lawless and unrestrained chivalrous temperament was too strong, and it was not suitable for him to learn the Yue family's free-hand boxing.

Therefore, Xu Xing had long wanted to develop a martial art that suits his own temperament.

When he went north to practice martial arts, he learned the essence of more than a dozen kinds of eagle claw and eagle shape kung fu, including Xingyi Eagle Claw, Tantric Eagle Claw, Shaolin Powerful Eagle Claw, and Eagle Claw Fist, as his basic resources.

Now that he has broken through the threshold of life and death and has a stone mirror in his hand to assist in deducing martial arts, Xu Xing naturally wants to succeed in one fell swoop and completely create this martial art.

Suddenly, all the black shadows merged into one and stopped abruptly, just like an eagle folding its wings, shaking its body, and turning into a human form in a flash.

In the middle of the forest, there is a big pit almost half a person deep. After Xu Xing's hard pushing on the ground over the past few days, the soil has been trampled into deep depressions, as smooth as a mirror and harder than iron.

After Xu Xing landed with the posture of an eagle shaking its feathers, the air around his body was still surging, swirling and exploding, with a crackling sound, like a dense cloud of thunder.

Within a ten-foot radius, almost all the trees were blown so hard that their branches were swaying and dust was flying everywhere.

If Xu Xing had such skills when he broke out of the prison, he would not need to use any force at all. He could just rely on the muscles throughout his body and the strong wind he created to knock down a large number of soldiers.

This is the realm of "Bu Gang" in boxing.

In the martial arts world, there is a saying "slow stance and fast punching", which means that the changes in boxing techniques should be integrated into the movement of muscles and bones. This can not only save life, but also help to better understand boxing.

But Xu Xing completely went against common sense. He used quick stances and quick punches, performing a ferocious fight of life and death in a very small space.

Normally, Xu Xing would not continue after practicing to this point in order to conserve his energy, but today, he felt a slight heat between his eyebrows, so he simply changed his fist stance.

Xu Xing half-squatted, took the Cold Chicken Step, stepped forward and pushed back, tightened his shins and rubbed his thighs, gripped the ground with five fingers, overlapped the knuckles of his hands to form a cross shape, divided the strength between the fingers and the palms, and rolled up four inward depressions in the palms. The strength was condensed inch by inch, but it was not released.

As he crouched and dodged, Xu Xing seemed to manifest his original form again, transforming into a huge falcon with its wings folded and crouching, its claws hooked on the branches, its sharp eyes scanning the ground in search of prey, as if pouncing but not quite, ready to attack.

This is the Eagle Catching posture in Xinyi Ba. As the saying goes, “Every Ba is about Eagle Catching, every posture is about Tiger Pouncing”, it refers to this posture.

There is a trick to this posture, which is to practice the grasping and stroking power of the five fingers of both hands. When grasping with both hands, there should be a sense of "hating that there is no handle".

If the sky has a handle, you should grab it with both hands, reach down with all your strength, and tear the sky down!

When Xu Xing was practicing this posture, he naturally thought of the feeling of "regret that there is no handle in the world" and became very emotional.

Filled with hatred, he suddenly thought of the tragic scenes he had seen in prison before, and the fire in his chest burned again.

The firelight was like a string of beads, connecting Xu Xing's past and present.

Every accomplished martial arts master has a brilliant and moving past, and Xu Xing is no exception.

Without experiencing the polishing of the secular torrent, how can one cultivate a spirit that can shock people's hearts, and how can one perform harmonious and unobstructed boxing?

He tied his hair up to study, practiced boxing and martial arts, and after mastering his skills, he went north to make a living. He killed the yamen runners who were oppressing the people for their own benefit, went out of the border to kill the Tartars who were plundering the people, and after returning to the southeast, he killed the Japanese pirates who were plundering the coast.

Finally, a few days ago, they openly stormed the prison and beheaded Zheng Michang and He Maocai, two third-rank officials who did not take human life seriously.

Looking back, Xu Xing realized that no matter how much he loved and cherished life, he had committed many murders over the past twenty years and was filled with sins.

But even though his hands were covered in blood, Xu Xing felt extremely happy in his heart, without any burden at all. There was even a hint of regret in this happiness.

He suddenly thought of a poem.

"It's a pity that my swordsmanship is so poor that I can't accomplish this extraordinary feat."

Although Xu Xing didn't know who was better at boxing between Jing Ke in this world and himself.

But after the situation in the southeast was stabilized, he wanted to go to Beijing alone to see what the emperor, who was said to have not attended court for more than 20 years and only focused on making elixirs and practicing Taoism, had actually cultivated.

Xu Xing wanted to know more, whether these things could help him escape from his hands?

Thinking of this, Xu Xing's mind suddenly became clear, and his aura suddenly rose, rising endlessly.

He exerted strength from the top of his forehead, which in turn activated the Yongquan points on the soles of his feet, connecting the upper and lower parts of his body and making his muscles tense.

The Qi and blood accumulate to the limit and then burst out suddenly. Both hands sink down, the force penetrates through the joints, and chops, grabs and tears from top to bottom.

Unconsciously, Xu Xing's eagle-catching move already possessed the spirit of a roc spreading its wings and hating the sky for being so low.

It seemed as if once he flapped his wings and flew up to 90,000 miles, he would gather the sky in his wings, covering the sky and blocking the sun, and filling the blue sky.

After he stopped, Xu Xing's own master's boxing style was already formed unconsciously.

He turned around and looked towards the martial arts hall, feeling emotional.

Since you can't be the loyal and devoted Golden Winged King who cleanses the world, then you can be the Great Sage Hun Tian who kills kings and rides on the throne at will.

At this time, Shen Yishi came to the entrance of Xianchao Pavilion with drizzle. Behind him, there were some servants carrying two large boxes.

Just as they were about to knock on the door, Xu Xing dropped from the sky with a strong wind and landed in front of the two of them.

Shen Yishi was not too surprised by his performance. In his eyes, with Xu Xing's boxing skills, anything he did was normal.

Xiyu felt the surging and powerful aura from him, her breathing tightened, she looked up suddenly, and exclaimed:

"Grandmaster?!"

Xu Xing smiled slightly:
"I'm still young, sorry for making fun of you."

(End of this chapter)