Lu Mingfei, why are you slaying dragons if you're not involved!

Chapter 31 The Darkness of Rainfall and Wild Stream
"No, no, I'm going to die..."

Lu Mingfei collapsed to the ground, not wanting to stand up at all, wishing he could just faint. He felt as if he had lost his legs, because he had absolutely no feeling in them!
Standing meditation is a very painful thing. At first, Lu Mingfei mastered the correct posture by relying on the five points of proficiency he gained. But no matter how correct the posture is, it will still consume physical energy, otherwise there will be no training effect.

Over time, the shaking and numbness will still occur.

Chu Zihang kept observing until Lu Mingfei began to lose his standard posture and passively used other parts of his body to compensate, at which point he allowed him to rest.

Such stringent standards were even endorsed by the schedule, and Lu Mingfei was not warned when he collapsed to the ground!
"It's always like this at the beginning, you've done a great job."

Chu Zihang continued to encourage him using the "methods for cultivating enthusiasm" he had learned from books.

Is it really that good?

Lu Mingfei expressed some doubt.

Chu Zihang fell silent.

He remained silent because he didn't know how to answer Lu Mingfei's question.

His point is well made from the perspective of an ordinary person, but from the perspective of a mixed-race person, it is naturally not enough.

Is Lu Mingfei now considered a mixed-race person?

Chu Zihang wasn't quite sure. If he had to say, he felt that Lu Mingfei was still in the process of "bloodline awakening," but for a mixed-race person, this process seemed to be taking too long.

"Senior brother, your silence is deafening..." Lu Mingfei complained.

He struggled to get up, his thighs still trembling slightly and uncontrollably, but he still tried to continue standing in the stance.

"You can rest for a while longer," Chu Zihang said.

"I'd like to rest, senior brother..."

Lu Mingfei had a long face. Was it that he didn't want to rest? No, it was that he couldn't!

The countdown timer for the electric shock warning was already flashing before his eyes, and a cold, emotionless mechanical voice kept counting down. If he continued to lie there, he might never get up again.

Lu Mingfei stood up with a sigh, muttering things like "Heaven will entrust great responsibilities to this person." He could complete the posture perfectly without Chu Zihang having to repeat his instructions.

There's no way around it; not following the standard is considered lazy, and you'll get an electric shock!

But in Chu Zihang's eyes, such a scene was inevitably somewhat touching.

"The only reason Lu Mingfei is so persistent is probably the girl he likes, right?"

Chu Zihang thought to himself.

"It's obvious without even thinking that this girl isn't Chen Wenwen, because if it were Chen Wenwen, he should have started trying two and a half years ago instead of now... Has he fallen for someone else?"
But who exactly is this girl, and who could replace Chen Wenwen in Lu Mingfei's heart?

Was it Su Xiaoqiang, with whom she had made a bet at the gym that seemed like a case of "enemies turned enemies," or Liu Miaomiao, whom she happened to meet and got along well with during piano lessons?

Chu Zihang learned about these things from Uncle Chen.

The reason why the word "gossip" is used in his context is that he enjoys gossip but keeps his mouth shut.

"Better short and precise than long and crooked. Circulate your energy throughout your body, sinking it to your dantian..."

Being a gossip doesn't hinder important matters, Chu Zihang continued to instruct.

What does it mean to "circulate qi throughout the body and sink it to the dantian"?

Lu Mingfei was completely confused. "Air? But if there's air in your blood vessels, you'll die."

"This 'qi' refers to a kind of energy, which feels like a kind of 'heat'."

Chu Zihang explained, "It doesn't matter if you can't feel it, I can't feel it either."

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

"These are the exact words of the physical training instructor who taught us 'Tai Chi'."

Chu Zihang said, "He said that for most people, Tai Chi is just a fighting technique."

Those who can generate a sense of qi and circulate it to their dantian are extremely rare. Their numbers are comparable to someone who jumps off a cliff, survives, finds a long-lost martial arts manual, and is then given a powerful teaching by a dying old man with a white beard.

"That's indeed very rare."

Lu Mingfei nodded. "This teacher sounds very interesting!"

"really."

Chu Zihang agreed.

"He also said that he had verified this with his actions. He jumped off the cliffs of thousands of mountains but did not find any martial arts manuals or white-bearded old men passing on their skills. Instead, he found the remains of many people who had fallen into misfortune or were deliberately murdered. As a result, he solved several cold cases and received a banner and a bonus from the police station."

"Haha, this teacher really knows how to joke!"

Lu Mingfei was amused, followed by a long pause and silence.

"He... was joking, right?" Lu Mingfei asked cautiously to confirm.

"No."

“…Awesome.” Lu Mingfei was so amazed that he couldn’t even utter a single bad word.

"In short, what the teacher meant was that it's normal not to feel the 'qi'," Chu Zihang summarized. "What if you could feel the 'qi'?"

Lu Mingfei asked curiously, "Does that mean you can cultivate immortality? Like flying and disappearing into the earth?"

"In the teacher's own words."

Chu Zihang said.

"The first thing to consider is... whether it's bloating or prostatitis."

"Oh……"

……

Lu Mingfei continued practicing standing meditation.

Numbness and stiffness gradually accumulated, spreading like long vines, and the nutrients they needed to grow were Lu Mingfei's physical strength.

As physical strength declines, fatigue and the desire to "give up" naturally arise.

But Lu Mingfei had no choice but to persevere. Originally, the word "give up" should have been at the top of his vocabulary, but now it had been deleted from his schedule!

"I'm so tired, I feel so uncomfortable..."

Lu Mingfei waited in agony, for the only solace he could find in such torment was solace.

He endured, persevered, and persevered...

finally--

Through diligent practice, your Tai Chi skills have improved, gaining 5 proficiency points.

Like a person on the verge of dying of thirst receiving a timely rain, Lu Mingfei's spirits lifted!
Immediately, he felt a warm current surging from his body.

The "warm current" was very small; if Lu Mingfei's brain hadn't been in a passively empty state, he probably wouldn't have noticed it so easily.

Warmth seemed to arise spontaneously from all parts of his body, flowing and converging along his bloodstream. It eventually gathered in Lu Mingfei's lower abdomen, swirled twice, and then flowed out again, spreading throughout his entire body.

"Teacher, senior brother."

Lu Mingfei swallowed hard.

"I think I have prostatitis..."

……

"I can't get through on the phone. Teacher Zhang should be asleep by now. I'll let you know as soon as I get a call tomorrow."

Chu Zihang put down the phone, which had gone unanswered, and looked at Lu Mingfei, who was sprawled on the ground. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel like there's a boiler inside my lower abdomen right now."

Lu Mingfei stroked his lower abdomen with a somewhat dazed look in his eyes. That was the location of the "lower dantian," which was also the point where "qi sinks to the dantian" should converge.

"Qi" acts like fuel, sinking into the dantian and being "burned". The energy generated from this burning is then transported throughout the body via the meridians.

In other words, although the reaction was obvious, it was too slow. Otherwise, Lu Mingfei would have almost doubted whether he would be burned to ashes!

“Is that right?”

Lu Mingfei murmured, "Could it be that I am the legendary martial arts genius, one in ten thousand, and it has only been so long since I had the chance to prove it..."

The sudden ringing of the telephone interrupted Lu Mingfei's narcissism.

Chu Zihang picked up his phone again, thinking it was "Teacher Zhang" calling him back. Without looking closely, he pressed the answer and speakerphone buttons.

A delicate female voice answered the phone.

"Son, son, I was supposed to go back on time, but it's raining so hard now, we'll have to go back later! Don't believe me? Listen to this!"

The microphone seemed to be positioned close to the window, where torrential rain pounded against the glass, the sound of which was crystal clear.

Lu Mingfei's lips twitched as he was forced to overhear the conversation. Sure enough, the mother and son's positions were reversed. It was like a child who had to find a reasonable excuse to report back if he wanted to go out and play and wanted to come back late.

"I understand, be careful."

Chu Zihang responded.

He was about to hang up when he suddenly heard Lu Mingfei mutter, "Auntie went to a pretty far place. Here, let alone rain, we can't even see a cloud..."

Chu Zihang paused, then suddenly turned his head to look out the window!

As Lu Mingfei said, the night sky outside the basketball court was cloudless.

But Chu Zihang knew where his mother had gone. They must have gone out to a party at Aunt EB's club, which was less than ten kilometers away from here!

There are no clouds, so where does the rain come from?
The sudden chill gripped Chu Zihang's heart; the nightmare of the torrential rain, the Maybach, and the overpass seemed to descend once more.

I went out for the holiday today, but I'll make up for it with 10,000 words tomorrow! (Confirmed)

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(End of this chapter)