Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 21 Crazy!
"what why?"

Jiang Ning'an said as a matter of course: "Didn't your martial arts teacher tell you that before ascending to heaven, you can only choose to major in one technique?"

Fang Can subconsciously licked his cracked lips and said, "No... No, there is such a saying?"

"What did your master teach you?" Jiang Ning'an asked in confusion, "Shouldn't this kind of common sense be explained clearly before the transformation into a mortal body?"

Fang Can: …

Fang Can was so annoyed that it seemed like even going too fast was his fault.

After all, Coach Yang couldn't possibly have expected that this guy would be able to develop the Qi within a day. No matter how fast it was, it would take at least half a month.

If someone told Yang Lie that he could generate qi in one day, Yang Lie would firmly say that this poet had it.

Looking at the confused Fang Can, Jiang Ning'an patiently explained: "The so-called transformation of the mortal body is the process of letting the body adapt to the practice step by step."

"The contents of each book of skills are different. They include true essence, internal strength, true qi, magnetic field power, fighting spirit, magic, and the cells of the god of cooking... Each school's secret book has its own merits."

"I see that you cultivate the power of Qi and blood, and strengthen your body through martial arts, while some people need to rely on writing poetry to replace old blood. Each martial art requires a different way of training."

After hearing the other party's explanation, Fang Can was stunned for a long time, and then asked: "Then the eighty-eight acupuncture points mentioned in my method..."

"If you believe it, then it will happen. The most important thing about martial arts is the power of the mind. The skills of the Upside-Down Sect next door require the improvement of physical fitness through the promotion of high-speed friction between the endless particles in the body."

"Depending on the different techniques, even at the Transcendental Body level, there is a qualitative difference. As for the eighty-eight acupuncture points in your technique..."

At this point, Jiang Ning'an shook his head. The meaning was self-evident. He didn't dare to think too much about what kind of broken martial arts technique it was or even sexual fantasies.

As Jiang Ning'an answered, Fang Can felt as if he had an epiphany and stood still as if struck by lightning.

And on the panel, Fang Can's [Eighty-eight Tiger Evil Caves] began to flicker as his Tao heart was shattered, and it seemed that it would disappear at any time.

Just like the Great Zhou Overlord who was the incarnation of a god, Fang Can, whose Taoism was enlightened by Jiang Ning'an's words, seemed to be in danger of regressing.

Looking at Fang Can who was in a daze and looked pale, Jiang Ning'an raised his clean white arm and waved it in front of Fang Can and said:

"Are you... okay? Don't be too shocked. Although there are differences in skills, don't worry too much. The gap can be made up after you reach the Heavenly Path."

Without paying any attention to Jiang Ning'an's thoughts, Fang Can's three views formed from the past seven days of martial arts training were shattered, and were replaced by a will to break down and then rebuild.

At this moment, Fang Can's brain was recalling the method of the Tiger Evil Eighty-Eight Caves and the words Yang Lie said at the beginning.

'As long as you have the will, everyone can be a martial god!'

"I understand!" Fang Can slammed his right hand into his palm, and said excitedly as if he had seen through everything:
"Practicing martial arts is just nonsense, and idealism is nothingness! What a bullshit 8888 Tiger Demon Cave Heaven, I won't practice it anymore."

Looking at the handsome and enthusiastic young man in front of him, Jiang Ning'an was a little worried that his words might have stimulated the other party into hysteria. If that was the case, he would be committing a serious sin.

Looking at Fang Can, who was pacing back and forth excitedly, muttering to himself, and beating his chest from time to time, Jiang Ning'an asked cautiously: "You...what do you want to do now?"

"What? To change my cultivation method, of course." Fang Can said while shaking his head. He was obviously very handsome, but he looked extremely stupid.

"Didn't I tell you, before we start our journey to heaven..." Jiang Ning'an hadn't finished his words when he saw a pair of determined eyes suddenly meet his own.

"Have you heard the story of Lord Dayan?"

"I have heard enough stories about Lord Dayan," Jiang Ning'an said helplessly.

Fang Can said slowly and firmly: "Then why can he use the Iron Wire Fist to practice the Moko Sun God Fist, but I can't do it?"

"Do you want to compare yourself to the Great Evolution God?" Jiang Ning'an subconsciously questioned.

"What a crap God, how dare you compare with me." Fang Can said this and rushed into the house.

"It's over, I drove him crazy." Jiang Ning'an felt a strong sense of guilt, and was afraid that the other party would do something bad, so he endured the injury and followed him to the inner room, ready to watch over him at any time.

When I walked into Fang Can's tidy bedroom, I saw Fang Can taking out an iron box from under the bed. He quickly opened the lid and found dozens of transparent pills inside.

"What is this..." Jiang Ning'an looked at the crystal clear pill, confused.

When he looked up, he saw Fang Can suddenly picked up a handful of pills, at least thirty or forty, and stuffed them directly into his throat.

"You...what do you want to do?" Jiang Ning'an widened his eyes and subconsciously wanted to stop him, but was stopped by a pair of fanatical eyes.

After swallowing a handful of small white pills, Fang Can felt a sense of crisis he had never felt before, but he still shook his head and said, "It's... not enough. I need to be more ruthless."

Thinking of this, Fang Can looked at Jiang Ning'an and ordered: "You... break my limbs right now... Forget it, just leave me one hand so I can ask for leave from school."

"You... this?" Jiang Ning'an certainly wouldn't agree. Looking at Fang Can, a mentally ill man in front of him, he whispered for the first time, "Calm down. Don't go crazy."

"Calm down, I'm always calm." Fang Can told the truth.

Looking at the hesitant woman in front of him, Fang Can knew that she couldn't help him, so he simply walked straight to the living room and picked up the solid wood baseball bat under Jiang Ning'an's worried gaze.

"If you don't want me to report it to the authorities, you'd better just watch from the sidelines and don't meddle in other people's business." Fang Can looked at Jiang Ning'an and raised the baseball bat in his hand.

"Are you threatening me? Are you..." Jiang Ning'an suddenly shut up halfway through his words because he saw Fang Can's baseball bat hitting his leg hard.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the wooden stick and Fang Can's right leg broke at the same time.

"You you you you you..." Jiang Ning'an looked at Fang Can, so shocked that he couldn't speak clearly.

At this moment, she had no idea what the other party wanted to do. This guy was definitely crazy! Yes, he was crazy!

Fang Can completely ignored Jiang Ning'an who was standing beside him. He looked at his broken right leg and nodded, "Yes, that's how it should be."

After saying that, he ignored the woman beside him, walked back into the bedroom, said "don't disturb her", and locked the door completely with a bang.

Just as he said before, he would not practice the Eighty-Eight Caves of the Tiger Demon anymore. Why should he stick to common sense in the idealistic martial arts?
For idealistic martial arts, having no common sense is the greatest common sense!

If that’s the case, why not create your own technique?
(End of this chapter)