Yu Ziqing is in pain now.

He was forced to organize some theoretical knowledge on calligraphy practice.

However, Lao Yang firmly believed in this, and the village chief regarded it as the truth. People in the village now respected him more and more.

However, he knows some theoretical knowledge about hammers.

Now that I think about it and combine it with what Li Chang has already done, Yu Ziqing can probably remember a few things.

He once said that even if he is a purely mortal body, without refining Qi, refining God, or even refining body, as long as the foundation of the body is strong enough, it doesn't even need to be as strong as it was before Erhan started refining the body.

If you have meticulous control over your body and strength, you can do a lot of things.

For example, when running on water, the water is no more than your knees.

Theoretically, as long as the physical body is strong enough and the control of strength and body is meticulous enough.

So, theoretically, theoretically, it is not impossible for a person to step on the air by pedicure and walk on the air.

The weight of more than one hundred kilograms, stepping on the snow without leaving any footprints, is the foundation.

To embroider flowers on fragile dead leaves, but the dead leaves do not break, is an advanced step.

Later, I considered that if the physical training has not awakened the magical power of flying, the maneuverability is a bit poor. When encountering flying enemies, it is not easy to turn in mid-air.

Then add the Yunlong Triple Wave. In theory, it can change directions quickly in mid-air...

No matter how high-end it is, when it collides, the forces are mutual, but the force of the rebound can also be used in a way to redirect it again and blast it out, so that not a single bit of power is wasted...

Yu Ziqing stared angrily and started writing things on the paper that he couldn't even do.

It’s all theory anyway, write it!

I am a keyboard theorist. As long as you don’t let me do it and let me play it, how can I still be unable to play it?

Finally, thinking about it carefully, this is not bragging.

Before starting a topic, someone must first imagine a direction. If it is theoretically feasible, then that's fine.

Anyway, the person who proposes the general direction basically only needs to control the general direction, and leave the details to others to perfect.

I draw a line, and someone can add hundreds of millions of details and draw a dragon, which is very reasonable.

I'm just a weakling. I can't do the theory I proposed, which is also very reasonable.

I will learn from Li Chang in the future. I am a junior weakling, so it makes more sense.

Anyway, there are precedents of monks who know a lot but don't know how to use it. If the same thing appears again in physical cultivation, there is nothing to doubt.

Yu Ziqing grinned loudly, let himself go, and began racking his brains to make up things.

After he was able to play reasonably well, Yu Ziqing quietly left the village, walked around to the side of Jinlan Mountain, found a big rock, and began to try to practice.

Take a horse stance, clench your fist, adjust your strength, let the energy and blood flow throughout your body to assist in controlling your strength, and then punch out.

Half of his arms did not penetrate into the big stone, and he blasted a big hole in the stone, and cracks spread around the big hole.

Yu Ziqing retracted his arm, stood there thinking for a moment, and sighed secretly.

It's still too far behind. To be honest, he still doesn't know the details of Li Chang's punch and what the key trick is.

Technical fluid repair is still a bit too difficult.

Quietly returning to the village, Yu Ziqing followed the village leader shamelessly, wanting to learn from him.

That trick of beating an ox across a mountain is really suitable for physical training. If you don't learn it, you won't be able to eat well.

"You want to learn from me?" The director was a little shocked.

"How normal is this? I'm just putting forward a theory. Besides, I'm only a fourth-level physical practitioner. And I'm only young. I don't have enough accumulation and body training experience, so I can't be very normal.

Look at those cultivators, each of them knows more than anyone else, but you ask them to try it out?

Aren't they just understanding it, but not being able to do it?

Besides, how many years has it been since the research on qi-refining monks? How many strong people are there in qi-refining? How many are in physical cultivation?

No one has ever studied this aspect of physical cultivation. It all relies on one's own perception and is not systematic at all.

A qi refining monk's secret method can be recorded clearly and plainly, and then he can practice according to it.

But Li Chang, you can do it, can you record every detail clearly and meticulously?"

Yu Ziqing spoke plausibly, and after thinking about it a little, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

He himself couldn't explain in detail how to control it. He couldn't explain the smallest details at all.

Every muscle and every trace of energy and blood in the body is dynamic, and every moment must be completely controlled to achieve a state of balance, but can explode at any time.

Even the simplest step on the snow without a trace, the changes and control are actually quite complicated.

"Then you should also start by embroidering dead leaves."

Li Chang's figure swayed and disappeared. In the blink of an eye, he came back again with several leaves in his hand.

He threw away the dead leaves and took out a relatively fresh leaf.

"You'd better use this first. I've tried it before. It's too difficult to use dead leaves directly. It will break instantly. This one is easier, not so easy to break..."

"..."

Yu Ziqing stared at the leaves, and then saw that they didn't look like they were deliberately seeking revenge, and thought to himself.

Here it comes, my retribution has finally come!

Yu Ziqing took a deep breath and thought of that trick of beating an ox across a mountain. He practiced it no matter what.

For the first time, he wanted to learn how to embroider like the inside.

But the moment it started, the leaves were chewed up by the threads, and the threads were broken into dozens of pieces. The needle in the hand also flew out, and I don’t know where it went...

Yu Ziqing kept silent and built a wooden house in the locust tree forest. He lived next to it and had leaves at all times.

"Whoosh..."

A thin needle flew dozens of feet in an instant, pierced four or five locust trees, and was nailed to a locust tree behind.

The hungry ghost in the locust tree stretched out his head, took a look with a grimace, then quietly got out from behind the tree, walked hundreds of feet away, and knocked on the trunk of a locust tree.

"Wang Wuliu, let me discuss something with you. Can I stay with you for a while?"

In the locust forest, a hungry ghost poked his head out, a little confused.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't live there for the time being. I'm afraid that the master will kill me accidentally. If you are willing, we can change places. Haven't you always wanted my locust tree?"

"This is what you said. You want to change it. It's not my fault." Wang Wuliu got out of the locust tree and immediately ran towards the locust tree near the inner edge.

However, a moment later, he came back with a horrified look on his face.

"I think it would be good for us to live together here..."

The two hungry ghosts got into a locust tree together in tacit understanding.

Where Yu Ziqing's wooden house is located, within a radius of a hundred feet, there is not a single hungry ghost left; everyone has moved.

In just one day, there were already dozens of fine needles inserted into the locust trees.

Those hungry ghosts had no choice but to move. Although the thin needle was not very powerful, but what if, if Yu Ziqing killed them, they would die unjustly.

Yu Ziqing persevered, and starting from the second day, he temporarily put down the embroidered leaves, and began to roll two stone balls on his palms to practice the fine operation of his hands.

After just practicing for a day, he realized that although there was no progress, he could already feel something deeper, such as the small muscles in his hands and the subtle movement of qi and blood.

At least it proves that the method is still effective.

With a calm mind, Yu Ziqing started practicing. Now he felt that it was no longer important whether he could master the skill of beating an ox across a mountain.

The benefits begin to appear silently when you start practicing.

A month passed by, and it had been many days since Yu Ziqing's first version of Physical Training Practical Skills Theory had been handed in.

He was sitting at the door of the wooden house and while he was continuing to practice, he heard a bang and looked up into the distance.

I saw the long figure flying rapidly through the air. At first, there was a popping sound in the air. Later, the speed was obviously faster, but no popping sound was heard.

Seeing that the speed soaring into the sky slowed down a little, I saw Li Chang's figure suddenly twisting in mid-air and somersaulting over, and then the speed skyrocketed again and continued to rush towards the sky.

There was a loud bang, and his body completed a right-angle turn in the sky and flew sideways.

Yu Ziqing looked on blankly.

Well, the theory has turned into reality so quickly...

His eyes were calm and his face was numb. He continued to lower his head and began to embroider.

He has mastered basic embroidery skills and knows where to place the needle, and when the thread passes through it, the speed will not break the leaves.

I also know what angle is most suitable and what rhythm is most suitable.

Although it was a bit slow, it only took two hours to embroider half of the leaf, and it was still very ugly.

At least the path is correct. Next, we have to start to speed up slowly. When we practice until it grows inward, we don’t need to support it. We can just throw up the dead leaves with one hand and complete the embroidery in one or two breaths. The dead leaves fall on the ground.
To be continued...