Time flies, three days have passed.
Northern snow disasters are continuous, the cold is harsh.
In the southern region, however, spring arrives a bit earlier.
It's still within the first month of the lunar calendar, and an unknown warm breeze comes along making one feel intoxicated and light-headed.
It's as if one forgets how one was shivering from the cold just days ago.
The willows by the river have sprouted some new green, and the wild grass by the roadside quietly pokes out its head.
Adds a touch of vitality to this heartless and cold city.
Thus it's said, the lives of the rich and the poor are absolutely different, and the world they see is likewise not the same.
Clearly it's the same place, same festive season, just days ago few people were struggling, fearing to die from the cold and hunger, quietly decaying in the rundown Earth God Temple.
But now, they can live in spacious courtyards... after singing one can count silver, buy meat and wine dishes.
Eat and drink to one's fill.
When there's nothing to do, one can practice family handed-down martial arts...
This beautiful day seems to continue, they will live better and better.
But Chen Ping knows this is an illusion.
When hardship hasn't truly arrived, and survival is possible, most people will temporarily savor that illusory honey to numb themselves, forgetting life's hardships.
But those truly ambitious will never do this.
Just like Zuo Duanshou, posturing beside the plum tree in the courtyard...
He uses an iron spike as a sword, focusing all his strength into each strike, even as sweat beads form on his forehead he doesn't stop.
In fact, Zuo Duanshou is the one who works hardest, it shows he has neither inheritance nor fortuitous encounters, just training his martial arts in the simplest, most foolish way.
What he trains is speed, accuracy, and fierceness.
Relying on a surge of killing intent in his heart.
Just like this day by day, month by month, year by year continue to train.
Maybe one day, he'll actually achieve something.
Chen Ping does not offer advice...
In fact, Zuo Duanshou doesn't need guidance.
His entire spirit, all his Qi and blood, focused into that one strike.
This may have already become his spiritual belief, or perhaps, through practice, he is remembering his deceased father.
There are thousands of roads in the world, whether they can be traversed or not requires just a bit of luck.
Chen Ping withdraws his gaze, not looking further, concentrating with all his heart walking in his circle.
Left circle, right circle, upper circle, lower circle.
Eight Trigrams Palm Skill has no other secret...
Once achieving great success, the joints are as hard as steel, finely dense; the big muscles connect the entire body, with forceful exertion, hitting the air with resonating sound.
The reason for continually practicing this set movement, posturing is because Chen Ping wants to mark every inch of skin and every inch of muscles and bones of his body.
Fist technique, whether "mastery" or "great success" is one thing, perfectly applying it is another matter.
Why some people with ordinary long fist techniques from the Jianghu can exert the power of extreme martial arts, adapt their moves like a deer in the forest, exceptionally fluid.
While some others, even having practiced supreme martial arts, when fighting they are restricted, encountering experts they are no match.
The real difference, other than talent, is diligence.
Train until it is instinctive, train into the bones, train into the soul. No matter the attack, it reacts without thought, adapts to the situation spontaneously.
Once you use your brain, you lose.
In the blink of an eye, where is there time to think?
When a martial artist's cultivation reaches profound depths, their actions occur within a tenth of a second or even a hundredth of a second. No matter how quick your thoughts, can you respond after contemplating?
Therefore, hand faster than the brain, for a martial artist, is not a derogatory term but a complimentary term.
Practiced for a full two and a half hours, until dusk.
Training makes Qi and blood flow like pearls, tendons and veins as flexible as cotton. The whole body, feels almost like a piece of refined iron continuously hammered, then he slowly wraps up, exhaling a mouthful of thick, salty air.
At this moment, the previously dry and clean skin now emerges with large beads of hot sweat, as if suddenly emerged from water, soaking from head to toe.
"Seventh Brother's leg is fully healed?"
Hua Lian'er wears a delighted smile, handing over a soft cloth.
This is for wiping off sweat.
She always appears in the right place at the right time.
"Those three pills are quite extraordinary, you said even the pharmacy doesn't have them, they're valuable treasure medicine, so their effect is unsurprising."
Regarding the origin of Jade Ginseng Pills, Chen Ping simply told Hua Lian'er it was found among the "leftovers" of Boss Yat and Big-Beard Zhang.
Along with the Gold and Silver Hand Crossbow.
He didn't really explain about Fairy Fubo.
The matter is indeed inexplicable, can't be disclosed to others.
Instead, he truly wants to ask this Martial Arts Fan who is familiar with Jianghu folklore, whether she knows his connection with Fairy Fubo.
Unfortunately, it's impossible to ask, violates the principle of "hiding identity".
Hinting around, he learned from Hua Lian'er... Fairy Fubo became famous at thirteen, the Nine Heavens Zither was renowned, yet she was always solitary, wandering everywhere.
Where does an uncle come from?
The matter grows increasingly strange.
If something isn't clear, don't overthink it.
This has always been Chen Ping's strength.
Currently, what matters most isn't exploring identity, but enhancing strength to possess self-protection ability.
If not, all is just empty talk.
He hasn't forgotten.
On the surface, he still suffered a "Yin Hand" from Chang Sansi, and has a debt of three hundred taels in silver...
Before this matter is resolved, he wouldn't dare relax the slightest.
"Hot water is ready, quickly go wash up, be careful not to catch a chill."
Hua Lian'er pushed Chen Ping towards the inner room, thinking that with Seventh Brother's body just recovering, caution is paramount.
Chen Ping looks at Hua Lian'er, couldn't help but reach out to rub her dry and slightly yellowed hair, shaking his head and smiling: "I'm not that weak, don't worry, I won't get sick."
Muscles strong, Qi and blood like fire.
These days aside from taking Jade Ginseng Pills for healing, excess medicine also penetrated the body, replenishing vitality, his physical strength rapidly ascends like a rocket, seemingly without end.
In moments of solitude, he tested his strength...
A blue-gray rock weighing about one hundred pounds, grasped single-handedly, was like holding a basketball, feeling no pressure at all.
Preliminary estimation, a flash of one arm may carry a thousand pounds of strength.
This is quite unscientific.
It's just a great success in bone strengthening, never heard of such an increase in strength.
Even in the later Republic era, those martial arts masters, after thoroughly training their muscles, able to lift around seven to eight hundred pounds by embracing arms was considered a rare feat.
I combine the strength of my arms, holding two thousand pounds is not an issue.
Moreover, with martial arts realm breakthroughs, the strength further skyrocketing...
It's somewhat strange.
However, the attribute panel clearly shows average innate talent, just average.
This abnormal increase in strength, how is it happening?
'Could it be, this body has some hidden bloodline talent? Not activated, this aspect and human innate talent are separate domains? This is the secret the lady in black mentioned that must not be revealed?'
Currently, information obtained is too little, unable to ascertain the truth, must temporarily put it aside.