What do you mean by "the game editor has also traveled through time"?

The heavy snow is still falling.

But Xu Shimo no longer cared about the cold. Holding the book "Black Wind Palm," he didn't even blink before the oil lamp that was about to die.

Looking back, a delightful "+" sign has appeared.

Stealing Heavenly Secrets

【Xu Shimo (not yet a Taoist)】

[Technique: Black Wind Palm - Beginner Level (+)]

When Xu Shimo held the three red beads in his hand, the "+" after "Black Wind Palm" suddenly solidified and filled up, gradually turning from silvery-white to deep red, and finally to golden yellow.

Xu Shimo had a thought and put down a bead.

When you hold only one, the "+" sign barely appears; it's silvery-white.

Both are red.

Three of them turned golden.

Is this a case of different inputs leading to different outputs? Xu Shimo, who was used to being able to achieve the same result by manually modifying a value, was slightly disappointed, but then felt that this was probably how it should be.

Energy is conserved!

I didn't care about anything else, and just grabbed all three at once.

Steal the secrets of heaven, open!

In an instant, Xu Shimo's consciousness sank. The surrounding scenery remained unchanged, but he seemed to have entered some strange space, as if he would fall into an abyss if he was not careful.

Walking on thin ice.

Under this sense of crisis, every pore on his body was tense to the extreme.

He began to strike, his arm leading his hand, each strike faster than the last, creating gusts of wind, and the force of his palms growing heavier and heavier.

At the same time, in addition to the constant adjustment and changes in his palm strikes, Xu Shimo felt that his body was also undergoing some kind of change.

An unknown force continuously flowed into my body, like a warm current, reaching my palms. Stimulated by the continuous force of my palm strikes, it connected from the meridians in my palms to my heart, and the feeling of my blood and qi boiling throughout my body grew stronger and stronger.

--call!

Soon, the palm strike seemed to change in some way.

Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, your legs firmly planted, your waist stable, your blood and energy flowing smoothly, your shoulders sinking and your elbows thrusting, the force reaching your palms, producing a crackling sound.

Black Wind Palm - Minor Success

The palm strikes continued.

Despite the intense fear that any misstep would feel like falling into an ice cave, Xu Shimo felt unusually clear-headed, even though his blood was burning. He could clearly feel every palm strike and every bit of power mobilized in his body.

He felt better than ever before, and his progress was rapid.

I don't know how many times he struck.

Xu Shimo's palm strikes began to show a subtle change, but upon closer inspection, one would find that although the movements seemed slow at first glance, his arms were already tense before his palms moved, carrying a calm and collected momentum, and each time he raised his palm, a storm would suddenly descend.

At this moment, the continuous flow of power disappeared, and the three red beads melted away like snowflakes, but his body had undergone some kind of earth-shattering change.

【Xu Shimo (Unentering the Daoist path, Level One of Qi and Blood)】

Black Wind Palm - Mastery

A few roosters crowed outside.

Its daybreak.

……

In the cultivation system of "Ascension", knocking on the gate to enter the Dao is regarded as the real beginning, but before knocking on the gate, one must temper one's Qi and blood, which is said to be the three gates of Qi and blood.

However, no matter what, at least now he is no longer powerless. He has the ability to protect himself, and with the mastery of the Black Wind Palm, even ten ordinary hooligans would be no match for him.

"If one's Qi and Blood reach a certain level, death will come in no time..." In the courtyard, Xu Shimo looked at his palms and murmured to himself.

"I never imagined I was a martial arts genius!"

Then he continued practicing palm techniques. With a sinking of his waist, he raised his palm and unleashed a burst of power, causing snowflakes to fly.

Although the pressure of "stealing the secrets of heaven" is gone now, and progress is slow, practice makes perfect, so it's always good to practice more.

The snow in the courtyard was quickly swept aside by the fierce black wind, and most of it melted away.

Zhang Xiaoyu, who had just climbed over the courtyard wall, was dumbfounded. But after noticing Xu Shimo's gaze, she immediately closed her mouth and grinned.

"Xu Shimo, practicing martial arts so early in the morning? So diligent! When will you become the best in the world?"

Xu Shimo ignored him and instead said:

"Come down, I'll teach you."

Five simple words, like snowflakes, hit Zhang Xiaoyu right in the face. Her eyes lit up instantly, as if she had been tempted by something unparalleled. She used both hands and feet to climb over the courtyard wall and slid over on her knees.

"Brother Xu! Please accept Brother Dou's... accept Douzi's bow."

"Don't be poor!"

Xu Shimo patted him on the shoulder and then demonstrated.

"This is a palm technique called the Black Wind Palm. The palm strikes must be fast and powerful. Come on, first sink your shoulders."

"Wrong, you need to raise your elbow."

"No, no, my waist isn't stable enough."

"Yes, when you get into a horse stance, twist your body into a single rope and smooth out the force."

"Shoulders, relax your shoulders!"

"..."

Although Xu Shimo had never been exposed to any martial arts before, and could learn them with a simple click in the game, he had now mastered the Black Wind Palm technique. Moreover, this mastery was achieved through the solid training honed by the "Stealing Heavenly Secrets" technique, which was quite different from the superficial strength that some people had developed by blindly figuring things out on their own.

They are also very knowledgeable and skilled at teaching.

However, learning martial arts is a gradual process that requires patience and perseverance.

Given Zhang Xiaoyu's young age, she only managed to learn most of the basic techniques in an hour.

"—Bean, Brother Shimo!"

A hurried, flustered voice interrupted the two of them practicing their palm strikes.

"Call him Brother Bean!"

Zhang Xiaoyu's face hardened as she looked at the newcomer before asking, "Qingzi, what is it?"

The boy who arrived finally caught his breath and stammered out two words:

"Horses, horses, horses...bandits!"

Upon hearing this, both Xu Shimo and Zhang Xiaoyu's expressions changed.

They arrived so quickly!

Xu Shimo's heart sank, and he followed them out of the village.

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Village entrance.

From a distance, three bandits dressed in black cloth shirts and with fierce-looking faces could be seen at the entrance of the village.

Classic outfits, classic looks, classic trio of bandits... Xu Shimo thought to himself with a slight grumbling, but as he got closer, he couldn't remain calm.

"Uncle Fu!"

Xu Shimo quickly stepped forward and helped the elderly man who had been knocked to the ground up.

"Oh, here comes a bald monk—old man, you really know how to raise a son well." The leader of the bandits laughed when he saw Xu Shimo's hair.

Even a bandit harbors such deep prejudices, which gives a glimpse into the conflict between Buddhism and Taoism in the Great Wei Dynasty.

But now is not the time to dwell on these things.

"What bald monk! Look closely, my elder brother is a Daoist!"

Dou Ge was still as righteous and chivalrous as ever. Even the adults around him just stood around pretending to be supportive, and none of them dared to step forward to help Uncle Fu, let alone make a sound. But Dou Ge rushed out as soon as he arrived with his short legs.

But upon closer inspection—or even without a closer look—those two legs were trembling.

He was quickly pulled back by a middle-aged man who covered his mouth; it was his father, Zhang Fengshui.

Zhangjia Village has a strong sense of cohesion due to its association with traveling merchants.

Seeing that even an eight-year-old child dared to speak up, everyone raised their shovels and hoes. Zhang Fengshui led the way, pulling Xu Shimo aside while shielding his own son behind him, and whispered:

"Shimo, don't be impulsive. Let's wait for Team Leader Song to arrive before we talk about it."

Zhang Fu, who couldn't straighten up, chimed in.

In Zhangjia Village, no one, not even Master Huang or Master Zhang, is as effective as Team Leader Song.

But... wouldn't they have arrived earlier? Xu Shimo glanced at the village, lost in thought, until the bandits' fierce voices pulled him back to reality.