AWB Chapter 58 Practicing Boxing
Chapter 58 Practicing Boxing
"Go!"
Li Ping nodded, understanding Ding Xiaohua's concerns about the child, and did not stop her.
So Ding Xiaohua took some steamed buns and water and went to Chen Tiedan's room to feed her child.
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After dinner, Chen Cheng and the others left one after another.
Chen Dao returned to his room and lay down. He wanted to take out the Tiger Subduing Fist Manual to take a look, but reading in the dark was too difficult, so he had to give up the idea and fell asleep on the bed.
The next day.
When Chen Dao woke up, Chen Da had already left home and gone to the construction site.
In the kitchen, Li Ping and He Cuilian were busy preparing breakfast for everyone, while Ding Xiaohua was also helping out.
Having received help from others, Ding Xiaohua felt embarrassed to stay at home and eat for free, so she tried her best to help with whatever chores she could.
"Daoge'er is awake!"
He Cuilian greeted Chen Dao with a smile as he arrived at the kitchen door.
"benefactor."
"Rice".
Li Ping and Ding Xiaohua also greeted Chen Dao.
"Mother, Aunt, Sister Ding."
Chen Dao responded to everyone, and without intending to disturb them, went directly to the front yard.
"Giggle."
"Chi chi chi chi."
The dense crowing of chickens played like music in the front yard. After this period of breeding, the number of yellow-feathered chickens in the cage has reached 40, including 12 adult yellow-feathered chickens, 25 young yellow-feathered chickens, and 3 blood-feathered chickens.
Before going to the city, Chen Dao had raised a total of 8 Blood Feather Chickens. He selectively sold 5 of them, and planned to keep the remaining 3 for himself.
In Chen Dao's view, martial artists in this world mainly cultivate the power of qi and blood, and the role of the blood feather chicken is to strengthen the power of qi and blood. The reason why Chen Dao kept these three blood feather chickens was to test whether eating the blood feather chicken directly without any cultivation techniques could help him become a martial artist.
Even if I can't, at least I can strengthen my body, right?
This was Chen Dao's original idea, but now the plan has changed somewhat.
Now that he has the Tiger-Taming Fist manual given to him by Li Hu, it's time to put becoming a martial artist on the agenda!
Although Chen Dao has Xiao Hei and Xiao Yuan to protect him, Xiao Hei and Xiao Yuan are ultimately animals and are bound to make mistakes. Therefore, Chen Dao still hopes to become a martial artist and have some self-defense capabilities.
Besides, even disregarding personal safety, becoming a martial artist has many advantages. According to Chen Dao's understanding, martial artists generally have a longer lifespan. A ninth-rank martial artist can live to at least 100 years old, and an eighth-rank martial artist can live to around 120 years old.
For the sake of my own lifespan, becoming a martial artist is imperative!
Chen Dao returned to the house, took out grain to feed the chickens, and then took out the Tiger Subduing Fist manual, which he began to read in the morning sunlight.
The boxing manual wasn't thick, and Chen Dao finished reading it in about fifteen minutes.
"So this is what cultivation methods are like in this world."
Chen Dao stared at the four large characters "Subduing Tiger Fist Manual" on the cover and fell into deep thought.
According to the description in the Tiger Subduing Fist manual, martial arts in this world are divided into nine ranks, and the Tiger Subduing Fist is a technique that can only be practiced up to the seventh rank.
The method of practicing the Tiger Subduing Fist is also very simple. You only need to practice the moves in the boxing manual one by one to increase your qi and blood.
However... the boxing manual also says that for an ordinary person, practicing the Tiger Subduing Fist once a day is already the limit. If one forces oneself to practice more, it will inevitably damage the body's essence and cause physical depletion.
Even for those with exceptional talent and natural strength, practicing three times a day is the limit. Forcing themselves to train further will damage their body's foundation and cause a deficiency.
At this time, some medicinal herbs that strengthen qi and blood come in handy.
A strong body can hold more qi and blood, and more qi and blood will in turn nourish the body.
After using medicinal herbs that strengthen Qi and blood, one's own Qi and blood are nourished, which in turn nourishes the physical body, allowing the body to perform more intense exercises. After continuous use, Qi and blood will increase again, forming a positive cycle.
"So, is this why martial arts in this world require both techniques and resources, and why resources are even more important than techniques?"
Chen Dao finally understood why Li Hu said that the martial arts technique was worthless. Even if you gave the Tiger Subduing Fist to an ordinary person to practice, he would not be able to become a martial artist. The increase in qi and blood strength after practicing the Tiger Subduing Fist once is very weak. An ordinary person can only practice it once a day. If he practices for a year or two, the increase in qi and blood strength will probably be far from that of a ninth-grade martial artist!
Only wealthy young men and high-ranking officials who have no shortage of resources have enough resources to become martial artists.
However... Chen Dao has absolutely no need to worry about martial arts that are almost impossible for ordinary people to master!
Although he didn't have any medicinal herbs to strengthen his blood and qi, he had Blood Feather Chicken!
Li Hu's performance when he ate chicken blood has already proven that even just chicken blood from the Blood Feather Chicken is more effective than the medicinal materials used by ordinary martial artists.
From a certain perspective, Chen Dao possesses an inexhaustible supply of Blood Feather Chickens, which is equivalent to having endless resources for martial arts training. How could he not become a martial artist?
"Let's try this Tiger-Taming Fist first."
After Li Ping and the others carried the food buckets out to feed Chen Cheng and the others, Chen Dao got up from the threshold and tried practicing the Tiger-Taming Fist.
The fighting style of the Tiger Subduing Fist is far more profound than the haphazard fist techniques of his previous life. Each move consumes a great deal of physical strength, and in no time, Chen Dao was panting heavily, with a large amount of sweat dripping from his forehead.
After finishing one round of the Tiger Subduing Fist, Chen Dao looked as if he had been pulled out of the water. His clothes were soaked through, and his face was deathly pale, as if he might faint at any moment.
"No wonder Li Hu reminded me that with my physical condition, practicing the Tiger-Taming Fist once a day is my limit!"
Chen Dao muttered to himself, panting.
His body was severely depleted and extremely thin due to long-term malnutrition. After one round of Tiger Subduing Fist, he felt as if his entire body had been hollowed out, and he didn't even want to move a finger.
"I can't sense whether my Qi and blood strength have increased..."
Chen Dao attempted to sense the condition within his body, but found that... he couldn't sense anything at all.
"Is it because the increase was too small that I didn't feel anything?"
After a moment of contemplation, Chen Dao went to the chicken coop and pulled out a blood-feathered chicken.
He then took the blood-feathered chicken to the kitchen, picked up a kitchen knife, and slit the chicken's throat.
"Giggle!"
The Bloodfeathered Chicken let out its last mournful cry, and its blood fell, pooling in the bowl that Chen Dao had prepared beforehand.
After collecting the chicken blood, Chen Dao temporarily placed the blood-feathered chicken's carcass in the kitchen and carried the bowl to the front yard.