Gao Wu insists on cultivating immortality.

Chapter 71 Heart to Heart
"Ah……"

Seeing Gao Wu's undisguised manner, Song Chunqiu couldn't help but chuckle.

The boy was truly pure and straightforward.

Song Chunqiu didn't mention the reward; instead, he asked, "How is your injury? Can you attend the victory celebration?"

Gao Wu wasn't interested in parties or anything like that. He knew that such socializing could expand his network, but the problem was that he was only eighteen years old, and having that many connections wouldn't be of any use to him.

So-called connections are simply a way for people to exchange resources. If one side takes from the other, it will sever even the closest blood ties.

What's the point of making connections at this point?

Besides, Song Mingyue's connections are enough for him. Getting involved with other people is a waste of time.

However, the invitation from the martial arts master could not be refused. And since he was Song Mingyue's grandfather, it was even more impossible to refuse.

"It's okay, I can grit my teeth and hold on," Gao Wu grinned.

"Haha." Song Chunqiu laughed. Gao Wu was seriously injured, but he could say it directly without pretense, which was quite interesting.

He also understood his granddaughter. This young man was very interesting, capable, and talented. These qualities combined in one person made Gao Wu very charming.

Song Chunqiu said, "Your injuries are quite serious. Go and treat your wounds properly first. Don't go to the victory celebration party."

He hadn't originally planned to bring Gao Wu along. The victory celebration was meant to settle scores with the demon god's followers. Although these guys couldn't cause much trouble, he couldn't just sit idly by and wait to die.

If Gao Wu hadn't been injured, we could have taken him to see the world.

After a brief exchange, Song Chunqiu and Gao Wu took a group photo, officially concluding the Xuetao Cup.

After coming down from the arena, Song Mingyue led Gao Wu to the lounge to find Song Chunqiu.

"Your strength and physique are quite good, but the Dragon Palm technique is still somewhat complex and requires time to immerse yourself in and comprehend."

This time, Song Chunqiu didn't stand on ceremony. He said directly, "I have a fighting style here that's perfect for you. Would you like to learn it?"

Warrior Fist? This is a martial art passed down in the military, with a simple and direct fighting style and powerful force.

Generally speaking, you can only learn this by joining the military.

Gao Wu was pleasantly surprised; Mad Dog used this very style of boxing, and he quite liked it.

"Yes, yes," Gao Wu nodded repeatedly. Then he felt something was amiss. Given Song Chunqiu's status, it was impossible for him to be teaching him boxing techniques all day long.

He has average comprehension; even the simplest boxing technique cannot be learned in a day or two.

While Zhanbingquan (a style of Chinese martial arts) may seem simple, each form actually employs unique power-generating techniques, including visualization and breathing, all of which require extensive practice to master.

Song Chunqiu didn't explain; he casually raised his hand and tapped Gao Wu's forehead. Gao Wu's vision went black, followed by a burst of white light in his mind.

Amidst the dazzling white light, Song Chunqiu's figure emerged, demonstrating his fist techniques while explaining their essence...

Gao Wu was somewhat dazed. What was this? But the Azure Dragon Divine Qi Incantation, which was gathered deep between his brows, shone with spiritual light, instantly restoring his sanity.

"Did Song Chunqiu use his mental power to directly impart the fist technique to me?!" Gao Wu was somewhat shocked. Are martial arts masters really this strong?
Fortunately, the external spiritual force was harmless; it merely carried information about a martial arts technique. Gao Wu calmed down and discovered that the information conveyed by this spiritual force was exceptionally rich, especially some information that was difficult to express accurately in words.

For example, the key to visualization in boxing techniques, combined with the spirit and atmosphere of the boxing postures, these very abstract concepts are directly manifested through spiritual power, allowing him to understand and learn them in the most direct way.

When Gao Wu opened his eyes, he found that Song Chunqiu had already left, and only Song Mingyue was waiting beside him.

"Is this the power of a martial arts master?"

Gao Wu said with admiration, "The Buddhist scriptures say that it is transmitted from heart to heart, without relying on written words. I thought it was just bragging, but I never expected that our grandfather has already reached such a profound level!"

"Our grandpa is awesome!"

"It's not that profound. Manifesting and projecting spiritual power is a hallmark of a martial artist," Song Mingyue said calmly.

"Huh?!" Gao Wu was even more surprised. He had thought this was Song Chunqiu's ultimate technique, but he didn't expect that releasing spiritual power was just the threshold of a martial arts master.

Song Mingyue explained, "Teaching martial arts is a technique for projecting spiritual power. It's like transmitting packaged information directly to you through a spiritual network. It sounds complicated, but for a martial arts master, it's just an introductory technique."

"The martial artist level focuses on honing the physical body. To become a warrior, one needs to refine one's spiritual power."

"A martial artist's strength lies in his flesh and bones. But a warrior's strength originates from his source power, which can only be mastered through spiritual power."

Song Mingyue glanced at Gao Wu and said softly, "I've already told you this twice."

She didn't intentionally hide it from Gao Wu; it's just that Gao Wu's level was too low, and explaining the mysteries of power at the Martial Master level wouldn't make much sense.

She had actually emphasized the importance of mental strength to Gao Wu repeatedly.

Taking this opportunity, she emphasized it again.

"The human body has its limits, but only the spirit can transcend them. Or, to use a classical expression you prefer, only the mind can transcend external things."

"At the warrior level, the main focus is on refining one's source energy and tempering one's body and mind. When one reaches the advanced warrior level, one must comprehend one's own unique spiritual power in order to break through the limits and become a martial master."

"After reaching the Martial Master level, one must focus on the mind and cultivate step by step from the inside out. Only when the mind is in the right place can the body follow suit."

Song Mingyue concluded by saying, "The Zhanbing Fist that my grandfather taught me through spiritual power will also form a fixed spiritual imprint. It's a very good demonstration, but it will also restrict your spirit at the same time."

"Only when you can break through his mental imprint and develop your own martial arts spirit can you be considered to have achieved great success."

“I understand. Those who learn from him will live, those who imitate him will die,” Gao Wu blurted out.

"That's a really good summary!" A strange light flashed in Song Mingyue's bright eyes as she said earnestly, "Your wisdom and talent far surpass mine. I want to learn from you."

"Haha, a stroke of genius!"

Gao Wu smiled modestly, "We're such good friends, you can learn from me if you want, you don't have to say it so seriously, it makes me a little embarrassed..."

"I'm going to the party with Grandpa." Song Mingyue didn't pay attention to Gao Wu's joke. She said in a low voice, "If I'm not mistaken, Grandpa is going to make a move at the party. You need to be careful."

"There are many followers of the demon god, and it may not be possible to capture them all in one fell swoop. If any escapees, they will also pose a threat."

"I understand." Gao Wu nodded vigorously.

He didn't let Sister Jun and the old man watch the final match because he didn't know when Song Chunqiu would make his move.

Logically speaking, it would be absolutely impossible to make a move at the martial arts hall; there are too many people there, and a rash action would definitely cause a large-scale riot.

However, we cannot judge demon worshippers by common sense; there's no need to take risks. Staying at home is much safer than at the martial arts gym.

Gao Wu then thought of a crucial question: "What about the stakes?"

Song Mingyue shook her head slightly. Before Song Mingyue could explain, Gao Wu suddenly realized that placing bets was a little trick Song Mingyue used to confuse the other party; she never intended to win money.

"I was still dreaming of getting rich overnight, how naive!" Gao Wu sighed. If he had tens of millions, his family's life would be significantly improved.

He thought of that fanatical blond-haired boy again and couldn't help but feel pity: Poor kid, he should be able to quit gambling after this lesson...

"Go back and get some rest." Song Mingyue knew this would be the outcome when she placed her bet.

The odds of Gao Wu becoming the champion were too high, and too much betting money was absorbed during the finals.

Even if her grandfather didn't make a move, the bookmaker would definitely run away, and she was destined not to get the money.

Watching Song Mingyue walk away, Gao Wu suddenly shouted, "Be careful, watch your safety."

Song Mingyue stopped and turned around, nodding earnestly: "I know."

She thought for a moment and then said, "You too, be careful."

After the lounge door closed, Gao Wu touched his back with his hand behind his back.

The doctor has already treated him. He used tissue gel adhesive. After cleaning and disinfecting the wound, the adhesive was used to restore the torn skin to its original position and fix it in place.

This is much more convenient than suturing, and it promotes the regrowth of damaged tissue, often without leaving scars. However, the medication is very expensive; two vials cost around 100,000 yuan.

Actually, given his constitution, the wound would heal quickly even if left untreated. But there was no need for him to appear special. The competition organizing committee covered the medical expenses, so there was no need for him to be frugal.

My back is now very smooth and I don't feel any pain anymore. Instead, there's a sticky, puddle-like substance.

Gao Wu's heart skipped a beat; this was a gel for treating and sealing wounds! Because his body was healing too quickly, the gel that should have been absorbed by his body tissues was being expelled...

The Azure Dragon Divine Qi Curse, adding fifteen points to his physique, is indeed incredibly powerful. Song Mingyue probably knew about his special physique, as she didn't mention his wounds.

Gao Wu regretted it a little. If he had known that Song Chunqiu was going to make a move at the banquet, he would have gone along to watch the excitement and witness the prestige of the martial arts master.

It's too late to say anything now. A martial arts master like him doesn't have time to wait for him.

Gao Wu took out his longsword from the locker, slung it over his shoulder, left through the side door of the martial arts hall, and rode his bicycle back to the old house.

Shang Qingjun and the old man were both a little surprised to see Gao Wu come in. Shang Qingjun hurriedly greeted him, "Xiao Wu, didn't you go to the hospital?"

She saw it clearly on the live stream: Xiao Wu's back was torn open, and the wound was very deep. It broke her heart to see it.

"It's all taken care of. The tissue gel adhesive used has been processed." Gao Wu said casually.

Shang Qingjun didn't mention needing a check-up, after all, Gao Wu was already an adult.

Furthermore, a competition like the Xuetao Cup would certainly be equipped with professional doctors, and Gao Wu, as the champion, would naturally receive the best treatment.

The old man was also very happy: "I thought you were seriously injured when I watched the live stream. I'm glad you're alright."

He then praised, "Winning the Xuetao Cup at the age of eighteen is a first in fifty years, a great honor!"

"When I offer incense, I want to tell my ancestors that a genius has emerged in our family!"

The old man wanted to have a couple of drinks with Gao Wu, but then he remembered that Gao Wu was still injured, so he had to suppress his drinking mood. "We'll drink to celebrate when you're healed!"

When Gao Wu saw the old man for the first time, he was radiant and excited, completely unlike his usual cold and stern self.

He was also very touched. Although his surname was Gao, the old man always treated him like family.

Shang Qingjun held Gao Wu's hand tightly, wanting to say something. She couldn't help but think of her deceased father, who had participated in the Xuetao Cup one year but was eliminated in the quarterfinals.

If his father could see Xiao Wu win the championship, he would be very happy.

Thinking of this, Shang Qingjun felt both sad and excited. She held back her tears and said, "Xiao Wu, I'm so happy today..."

When the old man saw his granddaughter's appearance, he thought of his son, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Gao Wu held Shang Qingjun's hand tightly. He knew that her parents were soldiers who died in battle against powerful alien beasts while serving in the Aurora Legion.

He was also attacked by a strange beast and his family was destroyed. Sister Jun and the old man had great sympathy and understanding for him, which is why they adopted him.

For him, Sister Jun, and the old man, the past was all painful memories. They all tacitly avoided mentioning it.

Gao Wu didn't know how to comfort Sister Jun and the old man. He didn't even dare to speak, afraid that something would well up in his eyes if he did.

Suddenly, a loud roar came from outside, breaking the peace in the room and shattering the deep sadness.

The three of them disregarded everything else and went to the window to look out. They saw intense flames in the distance that seemed to illuminate the entire night sky, even obscuring the bright moon...

Gao Wu saw that the direction of the flashing flames was the Jinsheng Hotel, and he was startled: Is Lao Song capable of making such a big commotion?

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