Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 23: Immortal Power, the sound of wind and rain outside the door

It is a troublesome process for a boxer to take Lingyang Gallbladder.

First, one must have a certain foundation in internal organs. After swallowing, one must soak it in a wine jar and ask a boxer who has achieved the state of "food as immortality" to help.

Chu Tianshu didn't eat dinner that day. He emptied his stomach and slept all night. He didn't eat breakfast the next day either. He went back into the cellar and swallowed the Lingyang Gallbladder.

After he took off his shirt and sat cross-legged in the wine barrel in the cellar, he watched the wine reach his collarbone and felt like he was getting drunk just by smelling it.

Zhong Jinqiu walked slowly around the wine jar, pressing his palms on it one by one.

There was no sound as his palm hit the outer wall of the wine jar.

But every time his palm fell, Chu Tianshu could feel a tightness in his chest, and a large number of tiny bubbles inexplicably appeared in the wine.

The feeling of oppression accumulated layer by layer, and in the end, Chu Tianshu even felt that the blood in his limbs was rushing to his chest, abdomen and internal organs.

His limbs felt empty and weak, only his chest felt stuffy and swollen, with a surge of heat, as if there was a sticky and expanding flame in his chest, and the rest of his body was just smoke spreading from the fire.

Chu Tianshu hates pain but is not afraid of it. He has long been accustomed to the pain left in his dreams.

But now, his fingers couldn't help but tremble, his face twitched, and he gritted his teeth at this complicated feeling.

The wine started to bubble up with tiny bubbles, and now it was as if it was boiling, gurgling and rolling.

The temperature didn't really reach boiling point, but it was indeed much higher than the initial temperature. It was originally icy cold, but now it is slightly higher than body temperature.

It took two full hours for Zhong Jinqiu to finish his training, and Chu Tianshu finally breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes were a little dark, and his neck leaned back against the edge of the wine jar.

"Is this done?"

Zhong Jinqiu's face was covered in sweat as he poured a bowl of water. "The Lingyang Gallbladder has dissolved, and the medicinal power is lingering in your internal organs. The heart and lungs are the most important organs, so 90% of the medicinal power is in the heart and lungs."

"After this, you don't need to soak in the wine vat anymore, but you should practice more boxing techniques based on the food-for-immortality method, using your internal organs to generate energy and refine the medicinal power."

Chu Tianshu climbed out, entered a tank of clear water next to him, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The drinks here are not alcohol and will not evaporate automatically.

If you don't wash it off quickly, the smell of alcohol on your body will be unimaginable.

"But my boxing style only stimulates the stomach and intestines with force. I don't know how to use the internal organs to generate force."

Zhong Jinqiu was stunned. "Is this an incomplete score? It's so effective in developing the stomach and intestines, but there's no part about developing internal organs. What a shame."

Chu Tianshu originally wanted to wait until he had collected all the evil spirit materials before thinking about the new boxing manual.

But unexpectedly, I encountered such a good thing as Lingyang Gallbladder.

He simply said, "I'll write out the boxing manual later. Master Zhong, please take a look and give me some pointers."

Shopkeeper Ma looked at his old friend.

Zhong Jinqiu pondered for a moment and nodded.

An hour later, Chu Tianshu, who had changed his clothes, was writing furiously in his room.

Zhong Jinqiu took the boxing manual he had just written and looked at it one by one, his expression becoming more and more strange.

"Tongbeiquan is said to have originated from Situ Xuankong, the White Ape Patriarch of Mount Emei during the Warring States Period. I've always thought that was far-fetched. Tongbeiquan was probably not formed before the Ming Dynasty."

"But the style of your Tongbei Fist Manual is rather archaic. The three paths are not separated, yet the effects are so good. It is at least in the style of the ancient Tang Dynasty boxing."

Zhong Jinqiu exclaimed in amazement, "After seeing your boxing manual, even if I give you all my own boxing manuals, it will be worth it. But..."

Chu Tianshu was writing the last half of the page. Hearing this, he looked up and asked, "What's going on?"

"Since you're practicing this kind of boxing and don't have a clear understanding of the difference between muscle strength and internal organs, there's no need to rush to learn my boxing."

Zhong Jinqiu pondered and said, "I can teach you some tricks so that you can use your original boxing skills to achieve the effect of internal organs."

"Your internal organs are full of medicinal power anyway, so you don't need to learn the steps of cultivation for the time being. Just focus on learning the tricks of releasing the power. Once the medicinal power is absorbed, the cultivation effect will naturally be achieved."

"After the medicinal power is absorbed, I will learn most of the content about nourishing the internal organs."

Chu Tianshu's eyes lit up.

Zhong Jinqiu's suggestion is equivalent to making some optimization to the Tongbeiquan manual.

It is not a deductive optimization, but a combinatorial optimization, adding external knowledge points.

Yes, there is no evil spirit material to deduce the token now, but the old boxer with profound skills and rich experience can also be comparable to the functions of the token.

"Good good!"

Chu Tianshu said, "Do you want to find a special training ground and training equipment?"

Zhong Jinqiu shook his head: "You only learn to generate internal energy, and this part doesn't require too much range of motion."

"The word 'xian' in 'Shiweixian' is not just because they eat wind and drink dew, and can detect poison from grass, but also because a boxer who has reached this level can strike with the same ethereal and gentle force as an immortal."

Zhong Jinqiu stretched out a palm, fingers slightly spread out, and asked, "For example, with this hand, how many ways do you think there are to exert force?"

Chu Tianshu said without hesitation: "Push forward with your palm, smash down with the base of your palm, flip your palm to chop, hook your fingers to tear."

Zhong Jinqiu smiled, lowered his hand, and gently wiped the table.

Swoosh!

The tabletop looked like it had been vigorously scraped by a shovel, leaving behind a thick layer of sawdust and shavings.

Chu Tianshu looked at the table in surprise. This was unscientific.

Human hands are too thick. Even the edge of the palm cannot be as thin as the blade of a shovel.

Therefore, if a person wants to achieve the effect of slashing with his hands, he must swing at high speed.

Zhong Jinqiu's palm strike just now was not fast, and it was such a light touch, how could it create the effect of a blade?

“That’s why the muscles and bones are centered around gathering and dispersing, while those who train the internal organs are called “true.”

Zhong Jinqiu said, "Human bones are naturally thick and sparse. Even if you train harder, they will only become tougher and even thicker, not thinner."

"The internal organs are different. Every point in the internal organs is a hub of qi and blood. Pulling one point can move the whole body. Only by training the internal organs can you practice the technique of releasing qi to a meticulous level."

"Driven by the same force, the attack is like a hundred needles piercing each other, capable of inflicting more severe and profound damage. The direction of the force is also like the movement of the arm, following the will, and the hardness and softness can be changed instantly."

Zhong Jinqiu raised his hand again and flicked the kettle.

The thick, barrel-shaped white porcelain kettle was completely undamaged where the finger had flicked it.

On the other side of the kettle, a small hole appeared, and a piece of porcelain the size of a fingernail popped out. "This is Immortal Power!"

Sometimes people have stomachache, just a small sharp pain, but it hurts so much that their whole body feels like it is wrinkled and pulled.

That is to move one point and move the whole body.

Conversely, if the movements of various points on the internal organs can be mastered, they can affect the entire body, and if properly coordinated, they can ultimately cause more detailed damage.

When the internal organs exert their power, it does not mean that they will actually hit someone, but rather that they will be able to serve as an initiator.

"So that's it."

Chu Tianshu picked up the piece of porcelain.

He roughly understood the principle. The next step was to use his experience in strengthening his muscles as a reference, and then learn from Master Zhong's formal experience, so that his body could practice towards the theoretical state.

Practice external strength internally, and release internal strength externally!
Shopkeeper Ma knocked on the door and came in: "Xiao Chu, the mayor sent someone to invite us to dinner again. I'm not going anyway, are you going today?"

Chu Tianshu was playing with the porcelain pieces in his hands. He was very interested and wanted to start practicing on the spot, but he shook his head and said, "I have something important to do. Who has time to go to his house for dinner every day?"

Shopkeeper Ma smiled and said, "I guess you won't go either, so I'll send him away."

The person sent by the mayor left the restaurant and drove back in a carriage to report the news.

When the mayor saw him coming back with an empty car, there was a hint of regret on his face.

Today we invited not only those people from the restaurant, but also Adjutant Zhou.

But Adjutant Zhou didn’t come either.

The mayor thought that before visiting the old man's house, he would first ask Adjutant Zhou about the old man's preferences. It would be best if he could also ask Chu Tianshu and others to go with him, so that it would look more prestigious if there were more people.

Helplessly, he sent people to invite them every day for several days, but no one came.

In addition to the opera troupe and soldiers, there were also horse-drawn carriages arriving at the old man's house every day. They were probably good things sent by the regiment commander. It seemed that the move was not yet complete.

We have to wait until the old man is comfortable living here. I estimate that Adjutant Zhou and others will have to stay here for at least ten days to half a month.

The mayor hesitated and had to comfort himself that there was still a lot of time and there was no need to rush.

Chu Tianshu, who rejected various invitations, practiced standing meditation in the morning and internal organs' power-generating skills in the afternoon. He has adjusted his daily routine.

Even on the seventh day, he only watched the big show for two hours before coming back to rest.

Fortunately, he left early. When he woke up in the morning of the eighth day, he saw rain outside the window. He heard that it started raining in the second half of the night.

The autumn rain was cold and continued intermittently throughout the day, and the temperature dropped significantly.

By evening, it was already dark like midnight as usual.

The restaurant closed early today and turned off the lights.

Chu Tianshu and the two old men gathered in the lobby for dinner, and they had already changed their ways of addressing each other.

"Uncle Zhong, look at what I'm doing."

Chu Tianshu specially ordered a whole chicken today, and tapped it gently with chopsticks.

He knocked the plump roast chicken from head to tail. The skin was still intact, but it became soft and the edges were hanging outside the plate, like a piece of stewed pork knuckle.

Zhong Jinqiu commented calmly, "It took eighteen hits to break the chicken bones. I'll get you a whole lamb someday, and you can try breaking the lamb bones."

Chu Tianshu said: "Using chopsticks will definitely not work, I will do it when the time comes."

Shopkeeper Ma laughed and scolded: "Alright, stop wasting food, why don't you ask for something else..."

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

A fierce knock on the door interrupted the conversation.

"Brother Chu, Uncle Ma!"

Chu Tianshu recognized Meng Shuangjiang's voice and stood up to unbolt the door.

Meng Shuangjiang didn't even have an umbrella and was soaked by the rain, as if he had just been pulled out of the river. He even tripped over the threshold when he rushed in.

Chu Tianshu hurriedly supported him, and heard him say anxiously: "Xiaobao is missing, help me find him."

"what?!"

Chu Tianshu frowned, "It's raining so hard, did you take Xiaobao out?"

Although he was patient and continued to practice these days, because of the strange feeling in his heart, he occasionally met with some friends in the town and reminded them to be careful.

Meng Shuangjiang shouted, "No, Xiaobao was at home. He suddenly disappeared and we couldn't find him anywhere. My dad was so worried that he pulled me over and told me to look for Uncle Ma."

Shopkeeper Ma had a serious expression on his face. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed a strand of his hair.

Zhong Jinqiu had already drawn a slightly irregular square on the table with chopsticks.

Chu Tianshu took a look and remembered the outline of the town he had seen when he was overlooking it from the mountain. It was 80% similar.

"A weary bird has lost its way in the forest; an old father searches for his son; traces of fire are falling where he is returning..."

Shopkeeper Ma chanted a spell and deftly tied a knot with his hair in his hand. Like a stick figure, he ignited out of thin air and floated towards the table.

The flames swung twice in the air and landed on a spot in the box, leaving a tiny black dot.

Chu Tianshu quickly recalled: "Where in the town does this location correspond to?"

The faces of Shopkeeper Ma and Zhong Jinqiu turned ugly.

Zhong Jinqiu murmured, "It's definitely not a coincidence... I really didn't hold my fart well."

Meng Shuangjiang seemed to recognize the place and exclaimed, "That's Captain Xu's house. How could Xiaobao be there?!"

Chu Tianshu suddenly looked outside the door.

The wind is blowing hard outside and the rain is falling slantingly.

The wet wine flag was blown by the wind, making a loud noise like thunder.

Adjutant Zhou held a large yellow paper umbrella in one hand, standing as steady as a rock, staring at the back of Meng Shuangjiang's head expressionlessly.

Meng Shuangjiang turned around, his face pale.

(End of this chapter)