nagpurpolice Chapter 70 Knocking on the Gate
Chapter 70 Knocking on the Gate
Yan Hua stared intently at Lin Mu, his aura of mastery silently spreading throughout the main hall.
His gaze lingered on Lin Mu for a long time before he finally loosened his fist.
Whether it was out of respect for Master Hu or out of fear of not being able to take Lin Mu's life under Master Hu's control, remains unknown.
However, his gaze remained fixed on Lin Mu, like a wolf eyeing its prey, waiting for a more opportune moment.
Lin Mu turned his head, his lips almost touching Zou Wanruo's earlobe, and said in a very low voice, "Help me distract Yan Hua."
Zou Wanruo nodded slightly, her fingers clenching and unclenching repeatedly inside her sleeve, before she strode toward Yan Hua.
She didn't walk fast, and when she reached Yan Hua, her face had returned to its usual calm and indifferent expression.
"Senior Brother Yan," she said, "about the marriage..."
The instant Yan Hua turned his head, Lin Mu unleashed a series of rapid movements, the blue brick floor cracking under his feet. He was like a pebble launched from a slingshot, bouncing from the front yard to the moon gate, and then from the moon gate into the depths of the bamboo forest in the back yard.
The Wind Step followed, silent beneath the feet, and the figure vanished in a few flashes amidst the bamboo shadows.
Yan Hua turned around almost simultaneously, his figure sweeping across most of the front yard, his white robes leaving a trail of afterimages in the moonlight, but Lin Mu's sudden gust of wind was too fast.
He stopped at the edge of the bamboo grove, his gaze sweeping over the dense bamboo stalks. The bamboo leaves were still rustling, but the person was gone.
Zou Wanruo was still standing at the entrance of the main hall, her hands tucked into her sleeves, continuing the unfinished topic: "Thank you for your kindness, Senior Brother Yan, but my heart belongs to someone else."
After saying that, he secretly glanced at Liu Qing.
It wasn't until the moon was high in the sky that a furtive head peeked out from the back door of the inner courtyard. After looking around to make sure no one was there, it climbed over the wall and went out.
Lin Mu didn't dare go back to his own courtyard, but instead headed straight towards the inner city.
Duanmu Hong was in the inner city, so no matter how arrogant Yan Hua was, he wouldn't dare to make a move under the nose of a Core Formation Realm cultivator.
......
The backyard of the Zhao family's old house remains deserted.
Zhao Hu was sitting next to the weapon rack, wiping his long sword. The blade gleamed with a cold white light in the moonlight.
He heard footsteps, looked up, and glanced at Lin Mu.
"sit."
Lin Mu sat down on the stone bench opposite him and got straight to the point:
"I want to understand the characteristics of neutralizing force."
Zhao Hu looked at him for a moment:
"The power of internal force can only be attached to the blood and qi, pushing them in one direction."
"Refining the spirit and transforming the mind into emptiness is to extract the intention from the blood and qi and turn it into a kind of power."
"Where the mind goes, the strength follows."
He closed his eyes, suddenly threw a punch at Lin Mu's eyes, and stopped just before it touched his eyelashes.
"The fist precedes the mind" is a fighting state that you achieve after you have mastered the art of neutralizing force.
"How does one unlock the gates of Transformation Realm?"
Zhao Hu looked at Lin Mu, remained silent for a moment, and then uttered four words: "It will happen naturally."
Lin Mu: "..."
Feeling that he could not get any help, Lin Mu asked for a quick empty space.
He closed his eyes, and the starting stance of the Long Wind Fist slowly unfolded under the moonlight.
Step forward with your left foot, then slash diagonally with your right palm. A draft of air, penetrating straight through.
The wind from the punch swept across the night sky, and the sound of it cutting through the air gradually changed from sharp to solid.
With each punch, he could feel the hidden energy in his dantian surging through his meridians, and the qi membrane circulating on its own under the influence of the punch's force.
[Changfeng Fist Mastery 99/100], that last bit of experience remained unchanged, but his punches became faster and smoother as he punched.
After finishing the Long Wind Fist, he began to practice the Fierce Tiger Fist, which was powerful and explosive, and the force of his punches shook the gravel on the loess field.
The Zhenshan Fist technique, with its progressively increasing explosive force, tamped the yellow earth beneath the feet, creating shallow pits one after another.
The Wild Bull Fist is as powerful and heavy as a bull's horn striking.
The Mountain-Crushing Fist is a short-range power generation technique where the force is directly twisted out from the waist and hips.
......
Zhao Hu leaned against the weapon rack, holding his long sword, his gaze following the gray figure in the center of the arena, remaining silent.
After a hundred punches, nearly half of the internal energy in the dantian was depleted;
After another hundred punches, he was nearly exhausted, so he took a Qi and Blood Pill.
After another hundred punches, most of the Qi and Blood transformed from the Qi and Blood Pill was consumed.
He finished practicing the last move of the Spirit Fox Fist, but his progress remained completely unchanged.
However, Yan Hua's threat is ever-present, and if one cannot break through to the Transformation Realm, self-preservation will become a problem.
To ensure that water doesn't reach, a canal is also necessary.
The so-called "transformation of energy" refers to refining the spirit into emptiness, allowing one to perceive the surrounding environment even with eyes closed.
Lin Mu followed Zhao Hu's method.
He asked for a black cloth, tied it tightly behind his head, and all that remained before his eyes was thick darkness.
The sounds of the wind, insects, and the distant watchman's clapper were all amplified several times over after being covered by the cloth strips.
Zhao Hu didn't say anything, but simply gestured with his chin towards the servants.
The first sandbag came from the left.
When Lin Mu heard the sound of the wind, the sandbag was already no more than three feet away from him.
He should have dodged to the side at that distance, but his body reacted too slowly.
The sandbag slammed into my left shoulder.
The second sandbag followed closely behind, flying in from the right front and hitting the outside of the thigh.
The third one flew in from directly behind. By the time he heard the sound of the wind, the sandbag was less than a foot away from his lower back. He didn't even have time to think about dodging before he was hit in the lower back.
Suppressed chuckles came from the sidelines of the field.
He regulated his breathing, and slowly drew out the hidden energy from his dantian through the body-strengthening technique, pushing it to the surface of his body and spreading it into an extremely thin and dense net on his skin.
When the fourth sandbag flew over, the hidden force on my left shoulder suddenly trembled on its own when the sandbag was half a foot away from my body. The feeling was extremely subtle and quick, like someone gently touching the surface of water with their finger.
He instinctively turned to the side in the opposite direction, the sandbag grazing his shoulder.
The low laughter from the sidelines paused for a moment.
Then the trajectory of the flying sandbags turned into blurry lines in the darkness.
As the seventh sandbag grazed his ear, he was finally able to count the direction and approximate distance of the approaching sandbags just before they hit him.
"Throw three on the left," he demanded.
Zhao Hu raised his chin under the tree.
The three servants simultaneously raised sandbags, which came crashing down from different angles in front of them.
"Throw five on the right side."
"One from each of the front, back, left, and right."
......
"Throw three at once." Three hours later, when the servants were exhausted, Lin Mu was still full of energy.
The ripples on the air membrane overlapped, their directions becoming a jumbled mess.
He barely managed to turn his head and narrowly avoid the first one that flew towards him, but he still got hit on his left shoulder and ribs.
He tried his best to extend his thoughts outward through the hidden force beneath his skin, letting them float on the surface like a very thin layer of mist.
The air outside is no longer empty, but a thick, flowing medium.
He stood there blindfolded, using his mind to sense the slow flow of the air around him.
This formless and intangible mist, which could only be touched by divine will, allowed him to perceive changes around him to some extent.
When the first sandbag entered within half a foot of the acupoint, the mist layer above the Tanzhong acupoint suddenly sank into a small pit.
He dodged to the side, the sandbag grazing his chest, the coarse sand leaving a white mark through his clothes.
The second sandbag flew from behind, and the fog layer at his lower back caved in at the same time. He ducked to avoid it.
The third sandbag flew from the right, and the layer of spiritual mist behind his right arm's Quchi acupoint also dented. He swung his right fist and knocked the sandbag down.
The janitors on the sidelines stopped laughing.
Lin Mu tore off the black cloth, and the moonlight made him squint.
He closed his eyes and summoned all the martial arts techniques.
【Changfeng Fist Perfection 1/100】.
He finally broke through to the Transformation Realm.