8mi Chapter 2 Complaint
Chapter 2 Complaint
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
In the backyard of the martial arts school, Mo Zheng stood among a pile of stones of varying sizes, channeling his mental energy, and a large stone with the number 700 written on it was lifted an inch off the ground.
"Is this my current limit?"
Mo Zheng thought to himself that after cultivating all night yesterday, his mental power increased at a much slower rate than in the previous few days, which was a sign that his body had reached its limit.
If you want to continue to improve, you need to strengthen your physique. If you force yourself to cultivate without strengthening your physique, the result will be that your head will explode like a ripe watermelon.
Mo Zheng naturally did not want to die. In fact, a mental strength of 700 jin was already a force to be reckoned with. The strength of an adult man would not exceed 200 jin. Even for martial artists in this world, 700 jin of strength was a strength that only those who had reached the Great Perfection of Qi and Blood Realm possessed.
The Qi and Blood Realm is divided into four levels: entry level, minor achievement level, major achievement level, and perfection level. Those who achieve major achievement in Qi and Blood have strength far exceeding that of ordinary people. One person can easily deal with more than ten bandits. In the army, they can serve as a squad leader. In the county government, they can also serve as a squad leader. Their lives are far more comfortable than those of ordinary people.
Most importantly, martial artists under the age of eighteen who have achieved the pinnacle of Qi and blood can participate in the Jinqing Prefecture Martial Arts Examination. Those who pass the examination can enter the Martial Arts Hall for further study.
Compared to the martial arts schools in Shangyin County, the martial arts academy in Jinqing Prefecture has far superior resources in all aspects. Once you enter and graduate successfully, not only will your martial arts skills improve significantly, but more importantly, you will be granted an official position upon graduation, such as head constable, county lieutenant, or clerk, which can truly change your destiny!
This was Mo Danian's original intention in sending Mo Zheng to learn martial arts, and it was also the expectation of countless families who spent a lot of money and resources to send their own children to learn martial arts.
However, as I said before, martial arts cultivation requires aptitude...
Most people will be eliminated at the county martial arts school level.
"Mo Zheng, I've finally found you."
A voice came from not far away, and then a burly figure walked up to Mo Zheng. It was none other than Senior Brother Li Fei.
"Senior Brother, you were looking for me?"
Mo Zheng was a little puzzled. He hadn't been practicing diligently these past few days, and Li Fei hadn't been very friendly to him. Why was Li Fei looking for him?
"Yes, our master is celebrating his birthday in three days, and we'd like to book the banquet at your house. We were just about to come over to discuss it with your elder brother," Li Fei said, stating his purpose directly.
Is this an attempt to squeeze some money out of us and get a cheaper price?
Mo Zheng quickly changed his mind and didn't care. In business, it's all about making more or less money. If he could build a good relationship with this Senior Brother Li Fei and get some guidance on martial arts, then he would have made a huge profit.
He didn't refuse and immediately led Li Fei home.
Mo Danian was drinking soup.
Goji Berry Three Treasures Soup.
The three treasures are cow's rooster ...
This was specially ordered by Yu Mei to be stewed for him by the restaurant's head chef.
It tastes good, but you can't resist the ravenous appetites of married women...
The thought of it getting dark after dinner made Mo Danian feel waves of back pain.
Life as a live-in son-in-law is tough...
"Husband, why do you look so distressed? Is the soup not cooked enough?" Wang Yumei asked with concern.
"no."
Looking at his wife's charming face, Mo Danian sighed and said, "Madam, I've been taking too many tonics lately, and I'm feeling a bit overheated. How about we have something lighter today, and I can rest tonight?"
"No, husband, have you forgotten what you promised me when you sent Xiaozheng to the martial arts school?"
Wang Yumei handed the soup bowl filled with dried goods to Mo Danian with her slender hands.
Xiao Zheng...
Okay, it's all for this brat's future!
Although Mo Danian was having a hard time holding on, he gritted his teeth, picked up the soup bowl, and drank it all in one gulp, which made Wang Yumei chuckle and quickly serve him another bowl.
"Brother, sister-in-law, look who's here!"
Mo Zheng's voice came from outside the door.
"Ha, Xiao Zheng is back! Quick, quick, put it away, don't let him see it."
Mo Danian felt as if he had been granted a pardon and hurriedly urged him on.
Wang Yumei looked at the soup that was mostly left and felt a little dissatisfied, but she still obediently carried it to the inner room, saying as she went, "Then remember to finish it in your room later."
Mo Danian dared not utter a sound.
Soon, Mo Zheng and Li Fei entered the living room one after the other.
"Brother, this is Li Fei, the senior disciple of the martial arts school. He's come to visit you on special occasion," Mo Zheng introduced.
Upon hearing this, Mo Danian's eyes lit up. He stood up and greeted them happily, "Brother Li Fei, I've long admired your name. Please, have a seat. Xiao Zheng, quickly serve tea to our guest!"
The position of senior disciple at Shangyin Martial Arts School is not something children can play around with; it is a highly prestigious position that cannot be held by anyone other than the strongest disciple in the school.
Jinqing Prefecture has eighteen counties, and the Martial Arts Hall only recruits fifty disciples each year, averaging three per county. It can be said that Li Fei's entry into the Martial Arts Hall is a foregone conclusion.
Mo Danian, a son-in-law, naturally dared not mistreat such a promising individual.
Mo Zheng went to the kitchen to pour tea, and Li Fei sat down and said, "Boss Mo, I have two matters to discuss with you. The first is that my master, Du Feng, will be celebrating his birthday in three days, and I would like to host a banquet at your establishment with two tables. I hope you can be lenient with the price."
"No problem, no problem."
Mo Danian laughed and said, "For Master Du's birthday celebration, we should naturally serve an Eight Treasures Feast. As for the price, we only need to pay half. The other half can be considered as Xiao Zheng's filial piety."
Opportunities to befriend Du Feng are rare. He is an extraordinary martial artist and the head of the Shangyin Martial Arts School, a prominent figure in the county. He would never give a second glance to a son-in-law like him.
The two discussed the details of the banquet again, and Mo Zheng brought in the tea and placed it down, listening obediently to the side.
Unexpectedly, after finishing discussing the birthday banquet, Li Fei changed the subject, saying, "The second matter concerns Junior Brother Mo Zheng's martial arts. Boss Mo, to be frank, Junior Brother Mo's mind hasn't been on martial arts lately, and his talent is mediocre, so continuing his training wouldn't be very meaningful..."
What the hell!
Hearing this, Mo Zheng was stunned.
What did Li Fei say?
What is that dog barking about?!
I kindly took you home and gave you a chance to get some freebies, and you actually complained about me in front of my brother!
They're suing the parents over something that happened at school!
Li Fei, you look so upright with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, but you're actually a treacherous villain!
Mo Danian's face, which had been full of smiles, froze.
He rubbed his aching lower back, feeling a rush of blood to his head.
That bastard doesn't practice martial arts properly. If Li Fei hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known at all.
It's a pity that he almost ruined his kidneys by practicing martial arts for this bastard!
After putting in so much effort, this is the result we get?! Who can tolerate this?!
"Don't argue, okay, hello there..."
Ignoring Li Fei's presence, Mo Danian gritted his teeth, grabbed a feather duster, and swung it at Mo Zheng's head.
"Ouch!"
Mo Zheng cried out in pain, hurriedly dodging, and said, "Brother, listen to me, listen to me..."
"Screw you! I'll beat you to death!"
Mo Danian, clutching his aching back, chased after him, snarling, "You bastard! How much have I sacrificed every day to support your martial arts training, and this is how you repay me?"
"I'll beat you to death!"
One attacked, the other fled, and the whole house was thrown into chaos.
Seeing this, Li Fei shook his head, got up, and left.
He said these things with good intentions. After all, practicing martial arts costs a lot of money every month. If someone is unwilling to work hard and has average talent, it's better to give up, at least to save some money.
At night, Mo Zheng lay on the bed, covered in wounds, grimacing as Mo Xiaotian applied medicine to his wounds.
"Second brother, what did you do wrong? Why did eldest brother hit you so hard?"
Mo Xiaotian said, "Don't make your older brother angry. Be good. It seems like he's been bullied by your sister-in-law every night until he cries, saying 'No more, no more!' because of us."
"My older brother has really had a tough time."
Mo Zheng remained silent for a moment; the eldest brother is happy, isn't he?
However, he couldn't explain this to Mo Xiaotian, so he could only say, "Don't worry, this has nothing to do with my eldest brother. It's just that I, your second brother, have encountered a hypocrite."
"Remember this, Xiao Fei: never associate with people who like to tattle."
"Otherwise, sooner or later, your fate will be the same as mine."
Mo Xiaotian nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Mo Danian was still careful; although the beating seemed fierce, it only caused superficial injuries and wouldn't affect Mo Zheng's ability to go to the martial arts school the next day.
Inside the martial arts school, Li Fei wasn't surprised to see Mo Zheng, with his bruised and swollen face, among the group.
He had given all the necessary reminders, but the other party was unwilling to listen, and since it would cost him money, he couldn't be bothered to care anymore.
The martial arts school's rule is that external martial arts are practiced in the morning, and standing meditation is practiced in the afternoon.
The former is a real boost to combat power, while the latter strengthens the body and spirit; they complement each other and are indispensable.
Mo Zheng practices the Thunderclap Sword Technique.
This is a basic sword technique, but it is one of the basic martial arts certified by the Great Yan Martial Saint.
The Great Yan Dynasty established martial arts training halls in its eighteen prefectures and counties, and martial arts schools in its counties, spreading martial arts throughout the land.
Every technique taught in the official martial arts manual has been refined through countless trials and certified by several martial arts masters.
Just like this Thunderclap Sword Technique, although it is a basic martial art, it contains extremely profound swordsmanship mysteries.
In the words of the school master Du Feng, once one cultivates to the perfect level, one is virtually invincible in the Qi and Blood Realm and can be directly admitted to the Jinqing Prefecture Martial Arts Hall without any further examination.
Unfortunately, Mo Zheng's talent was mediocre. He was far from mastering the sword technique, let alone reaching the level of perfection. He was only at the entry level and had mastered the moves.
"But now that I have the power of thought, everything is different."
Not only can telekinesis control objects, but it can also enable internal vision, making the senses more acute.
When used in martial arts practice, it will naturally be twice as effective with half the effort.
He picked up an unsharpened longsword and practiced on it in a corner.
With the aid of his mental power, Mo Zheng keenly perceived the shortcomings in his swordsmanship.
It's stiff, too stiff. It's purely for the sake of executing this set of moves, and it has no power to speak of at all.
"This move makes me three points weaker."
"Extend the sword an inch longer."
"The strength is not enough."
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Under Mo Zheng's mental observation, all the flaws of the Twelve Forms of Thunderclap Sword Technique were clearly revealed.
He patiently corrected each posture one by one, and after a morning of practice, his swordsmanship had improved greatly. Some of his sword strikes even produced a thunderous sound, which made Li Fei look at him with new respect.
"When the Thunderclap Sword Technique is mastered to a minor degree, every strike can produce a thunderous sound. In a maximum of seven days, I can master this sword technique to a minor degree."
Mo Zheng secretly estimated the progress and felt great.
His swordsmanship had not improved as much in the past two months as it had in just half a day, and his confidence was greatly restored.
Although the power of this sword technique is far inferior to his telekinesis, this is, after all, a martial arts world. It's best to keep telekinesis as a trump card to avoid attracting unnecessary trouble.
He wasn't naive enough to think that he could sweep through the entire Great Yan with just 700 jin of mental power.
When they went back for lunch, Mo Danian had a cold face the whole time, clearly still angry. However, his sister-in-law, Wang Yumei, said a few words to comfort him, telling him not to take it to heart and that if he couldn't learn martial arts, he could find other paths in the future.
Mo Zheng couldn't explain that he was doing this to cultivate his mental power, so he could only smile and agree.
After a short rest at noon, I went to the martial arts school to practice stance training again.
The Wild Ox Stance is a stance training method created by martial arts masters who were inspired by the monstrous Wild Ox.
Monsters are intelligent beings with a violent nature. They possess power far exceeding that of ordinary wild beasts and are the greatest enemies of humanity in this world.
The Wild Bull is a type of demonic beast known for its strength; a fully grown Wild Bull can pull nine elephants with its strength.
This stance training method can maximize the enhancement of an ordinary person's Qi and blood. When cultivated to the perfect level, one's Qi and blood will surge forth, giving one the strength of a thousand pounds!
Unfortunately, this Wild Ox Stance is easy to learn but difficult to master. Don't underestimate it just because it's a standing posture. Some people can make rapid progress and get special training from the master, while others barely get started and are chased all over the streets by their older brothers.
The hall of the martial arts school is quietest in the afternoon.
Over a hundred disciples stood silently in their stances, with only the elite disciples who were teaching in place of Du Feng occasionally shouting and correcting everyone's postures.
Mo Zheng assumed the stance of a wild ox and adjusted his breathing rhythm.
In this special position, all the muscles in his body were stimulated and trembled continuously.
The vital energy and blood are generated under this stimulation and slowly grow stronger.
Just like in the morning, he gradually corrected his posture, and the blood and energy generated by the Wild Ox Stance continued to increase.
After the final adjustment, the amount of Qi and blood generated throughout the body was four or five times greater than before.
"Based on my original aptitude, it would have taken me at least two or three years to cultivate this skill to a minor level, and about ten years to reach a major level. But at this pace, it will only take two years at most. It seems that my martial arts path is promising."
"If only we had some kind of elixir, we could go even faster."
Mo Zheng thought to himself that it was no secret to increase one's qi and blood through pills. Nowadays, most of the elite disciples in martial arts schools who receive special training rely on pills to assist their cultivation, but these things cost money.
A single Qi and Blood Pill costs ten taels of silver, which is more expensive than a month's tuition at a martial arts school. Mo Zheng is so poor that he only has a few dozen copper coins. How could he afford to buy pills?
Without money, all you can do is rely on your talent and grind hard.
Mo Zheng cleared his mind of distractions and carefully observed the circulation of Qi and blood in his body, trying to find a way to accelerate the growth of Qi and blood.
Upon closer inspection, he indeed discovered something unusual.
Similarly, when qi and blood are generated, in some areas they can easily flow into the meridians, while in other areas they dissipate more than half before reaching the meridians. This is because there are some obstacles along the path that wear down the qi and blood, leading to this result.
He tentatively used his mental power to break through one or two obstacles, and immediately, the degree of loss of qi and blood in those places was greatly reduced.
Mo Zheng immediately perked up. He carefully broke through the obstacles one by one, afraid that they would have an adverse effect on him. However, he was overthinking it. Even after all the obstacles were cleared, there was nothing wrong. On the contrary, the speed at which his blood and qi increased increased even more.
Now, it's estimated that he'll be able to cultivate his Qi and Blood to a high level within a year.
"It seems that the difference in martial arts aptitude among individuals is due to these factors," Mo Zheng guessed.
In fact, his guess was quite correct. The difference in people's innate qualities lies in whether their Qi and blood circulate smoothly. When practicing the same stance training, a person with superior innate qualities can achieve in one day what a person with inferior qualities can achieve in two or three days. The main reason for this is the depletion of energy within the body.
Even if you know that your innate physical constitution is inherent, it is extremely difficult to change it.
Without Mo Zheng's mental power to assist, we can only ask a martial arts expert to cleanse our marrow and refine our essence.
However, such matters are extremely taxing on the energy of martial arts experts, and few are willing to sacrifice themselves for the benefit of others. Even if they were, the cost of asking these martial arts experts to take action is not something that ordinary people can afford.
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