Revealing One's True Colors

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Inside the Zhong family's kitchen, steam filled the air, causing water droplets to condense on the window frames, and the room was filled with the strong aroma of medicinal herbs.

"Medicinal supplements really work!"

Inside the large wooden barrel.

Zhong Xuan felt a tingling sensation spreading through his limbs and almost groaned out loud.

Its slender frame was frantically absorbing the medicinal power, resolving deep-seated internal injuries, while its blood and qi were also being continuously nourished.

One dose of the bone-strengthening medicine costs three ounces, which is ten times more expensive than the previous body-strengthening powder, and its effects are naturally far superior.

The middle-aged pharmacy owner took one and paid ten times the amount.

That is, a full ten doses of bone-strengthening medicine.

Zhong Xuan asked for three doses, and exchanged the remaining seven doses for an equivalent amount of medicinal cuisine.

With the help of medicinal supplements, he might not have been able to break through to the mid-stage of the Skin Refinement Realm before the Academy Examination, but now it is almost certain.

This kind of treatment is something that even the sons of ordinary wealthy families might not be able to enjoy.

It can be considered a blessing in disguise.

About two hours.

After Zhong Xuan had fully absorbed the effects of the bone-strengthening medicine, he stood up and stepped out of the large wooden tub. His originally dry and wrinkled skin had become firm, and you could even see the bulging muscles.

Dry your body with a cloth.

Although it was late at night, Zhong Xuan felt full of energy and spirit.

So he simply picked up the wooden sword in the corner and practiced martial arts under the moonlight.

His arms swung like an eagle spreading its wings, making a whooshing sound as he wielded the wooden sword with ease, while his feet moved nimbly and agilely around the courtyard.

Zhong Xuan carefully sensed the changes in his body.

Qi and blood are increasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

A martial artist values ​​qi and blood above all else, but qi and blood cannot be created out of thin air; they must be cultivated and nourished. Practicing martial arts after each medicinal supplement will result in the fastest improvement in qi and blood.

Some wealthy young men in Baisha City practice martial arts during the day and take medicinal supplements at night.

The speed at which martial arts skills improve is naturally far beyond what a peasant could achieve.

Zhong Xuan suddenly received a huge sum of thirty taels of silver, and could be said to have enjoyed the treatment of a rich man.

......

The next morning.

Zhong Xuan left home early and arrived in Baisha County.

"Old man, are you here again to buy martial arts techniques for your grandson?"

At the entrance of the Flying Eagle Martial Arts School, a young apprentice greeted Zhong Xuan as soon as he saw him.

There are at least a hundred people coming and going from the martial arts school every day.

And more than a month has passed.

It was impossible for him to remember everyone, but Zhong Xuan's age was too conspicuous among the many young people, so he remembered him vividly.

"Young man, is it your shift today?"

"It really is fate."

Zhong Xuan smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.

When Daoming explained that he was going to find the old accountant, the young apprentice immediately led Zhong Xuan through the connecting corridors on both sides of the martial arts hall's training ground and to a two-story building in the center of the martial arts hall.

This is my second time here.

Zhong Xuan recognized that this was where Zheng Yue was.

Step inside.

Zheng Yue was behind the counter, looking down and flipping through the account books.

"Elder Zheng, this old man wants to buy a cultivation technique."

The young apprentice bowed respectfully to Zheng Yue.

Outsiders may not know, but every student at the Flying Eagle Martial Arts School knows that this unassuming old accountant holds an extremely high position. Even the school's owner, Qian Hong, has to address him as "senior brother." Moreover, this old man, Zheng, has never had a very good temper.

Zheng Yue put down the account book in his hand, raised his head, and a slight smile appeared on his stern face.

What he said stunned the young apprentice.

"Brother Zhong, you've arrived."

Zhong Xuan cupped his hands and said, "Brother Zheng, I've kept you waiting."

Bro?

Bro?!

"??????"

The young apprentice looked puzzled, his mouth slightly agape.

"This old man actually knows Old Zheng?"

It was so sudden.

The young apprentice didn't react for a moment and stood there dumbfounded.

Zheng Yue: "I don't have much to do here on weekdays. You just need to keep an eye on things at the training ground. If you find any promising talents, just give them some pointers."

"I'll do whatever Brother Zheng says."

Zhong Xuan readily agreed.

Zheng Yue's smile widened, and he waved to the young apprentice, "You can go back now."

"Yes...yes."

The young apprentice glanced at Zhong Xuan with disbelief, then respectfully withdrew from the hall.

soon.

Only Zheng Yue and Zhong Xuan remained in the hall.

Seeing that Zhong Xuan was neither humble nor arrogant and handled things with ease, Zheng Yue nodded inwardly: "He is indeed an old man who has experienced the vicissitudes of life. He is much more pleasing to the eye than those young kids."

This composure and restraint cannot be cultivated without the tempering of time.

Zheng Yue silently sighed in his heart, feeling a pang of regret.

"Brother Zhong, how far have you progressed in your initial understanding of the Eagle Style Sword Technique? Show it to me."

that day.

Zhong Xuan only made two moves.

He could tell that the Eagle Soaring Form had been mastered, but since he was going to give guidance, he still needed to take it a step further.

Although he holds a high position at the Flying Eagle Martial Arts School, he still needs to be respected by the staff.

Zhong Xuan's eyes lit up.

Zheng Yue was about to instruct him in martial arts.

The saying goes that martial artists often have a master to guide them into the world, but true cultivation depends on the individual. Most people think the latter part is the key, but without a master to guide and instruct, blindly working in isolation can easily lead one astray, wasting time and even ruining a promising future.

A good teacher is more likely to produce outstanding students.

He had always been troubled by the lack of a mentor.

This is a rare opportunity!

Zhong Xuan took a deep breath.

Take out the wooden sword and set up the sword stance.

The sword moved with the wrist, the body moved with the mind, and the feet moved around the hall, sometimes leaping forward to thrust, sometimes bending low to lightly flick...

"Truly, he has the bones of a crane."

Zheng Yue raised an eyebrow.

Just as he had predicted, although Zhong Xuan's martial arts level was not high, his physical constitution was well-suited to the Flying Eagle Nine Strikes. Although it was not the best eagle bone, it was still better than most of the apprentices and personal instructors in the martial arts school.

As far as he knows.

Zhong Xuan has only been practicing the Eagle Strike Sword Technique for two months, and he has already achieved such proficiency without any guidance. It is highly likely that he will master the three basic moves of Eagle Strike within three to five years.

"Hey——!"

The sound of eagles soaring echoed in the room, and Zheng Yue's eyes and brows were full of smiles:

"I've really struck gold."

Although he had already heard it that day, Zheng Yue was still extremely satisfied when he heard it again. With such comprehension, he was just right to be the guide for his lineage.

Fifteen minutes later.

Zhong Xuancai put away the wooden sword.

"very good."

Zheng Yue nodded in satisfaction: "The Eagle Strike Sword Technique you have learned is the guiding technique of the Flying Eagle Nine Strikes, a secret technique of my Flying Eagle Martial Arts School. This technique is not fake, but if you want to master it, you are still missing one thing."

Zhong Xuan thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

If something can be sold, it must contain something real.

Before he could finish speaking...

Zheng Yue stared intently at Zhong Xuan, then slowly uttered three words:

"Breathing technique!"

"Just watch carefully."

They weren't stunned.

Zhong Xuan immediately held his breath and stared intently.

Zheng Yue took a deep breath and then exhaled, sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly, but the rhythm changed without any abruptness. It felt natural and perfectly natural.

"There is one way to inhale, and six ways to exhale. The one way to inhale is to breathe in; the six ways to exhale are to blow, exhale, hiss, exhale ...