Chapter 15 Qi, blood, artistic conception, magical power

Rongcheng Dongmen Station.

Li Changqing walked out of the station with a backpack on his back, looking like a tourist who had just finished his trip.

At the gate of the station, Uncle Chen, who was leaning back, looked at the approaching Li Changqing with a smile.

"Young man, you look good."

A glint flashed in Uncle Chen's cloudy eyes. In his perception, Li Changqing was completely different from the last time he saw him in the park.

"How long will the transformation period last?"

Li Changqing smiled and replied casually: "It will take some time."

"Try to finish it in time for the Youth Cup preliminaries. Then you should be able to meet Jiang He and prove yourself." Uncle Chen walked in front of Li Changqing with his hands behind his back.

"By the way, have you gone to the martial arts school to verify your identity?"

"Uncle, let me take a look."

"This is?"

A few strokes and an extremely simple composition give this picture a substantial impact.

"Don't even think about it!" Chen Danqing didn't know what Li Changqing was going to fart.

Li Changqing quickly asked.

"Your kid has entered the stage of transformation. It's almost time to tell you about the divisions of warriors."

"You kid." Chen Danqing threw away his arm angrily. "Just listen to the story, don't be too ambitious."

Facing the playful and smiling Li Changqing, Chen Danqing sighed helplessly.

"Then tell me how you polished your mental strength. This is telling a story."

"I want to go there and have a look."

Hearing this, Li Changqing looked stern and put away the playful smile on his face.

"Don't worry, uncle." Li Changqing solemnly took the registration form and glanced at it before stuffing it into his arms.

In his perception at this moment, Chen Danqing suddenly turned into a tiger descending from the mountain.

Chen Danqing patted Li Changqing's strong arm.

"Just when I was in the company with a new recruit in the army, I was asked who the squad leader was, and I was told that the squad leader was dead."

Li Changqing's eyes widened. He just felt that the overlord in the scroll seemed to have stepped out of the long river of history.

"I'll focus on talking to you about low-level and mid-level warriors."

"Didn't you just say on the phone that you met Jiang He in the nature reserve? Don't you envy others?"

"It's not urgent."

"Uncle, please tell me."

"This is the difference between a low-level warrior and a mid-level warrior." Chen Danqing wiped Mo's forehead.

When I broke through my limits before and entered a period of transformation.

"No, uncle." Li Changqing was finally aroused, and he quickly grabbed Chen Danqing and started asking.

The two of them chatted and came to a river embankment. The willow trees on both sides were flying and the air was fresh.

"What else can there be? A visualization picture drawn by a high-ranking warrior with his own pen."

I am used to living there, surrounded by old comrades and neighbors. I have become attached to this land for decades.

Facing the willow tree in front of him, Chen Danqing stretched out his skinny palm and patted it gently.

"Look, it's just this picture."

"The end of martial arts? You really dare to say that." He shook his head, but the smile on his wrinkled face couldn't be suppressed.

But when he entered the stage of transformation under the guidance of Uncle Chen, most of the envy in Li Changqing's heart disappeared, because he discovered that he could do it too.

"Not in a hurry?" Uncle Chen was very curious.

It doesn't matter if you just take a look. Chen Danqing doesn't think Li Changqing can see anything, so he should give him some insights.

"Is there a way to cultivate artistic conception and momentum? Or is there any threshold?"

"The lower warriors have reached the peak of their cultivation, and their Qi and blood gradually begin to warm and nourish their spirit. At this time, with the help of some special techniques for tempering their mental power, through visualization and other forms, they can finally give birth to their own artistic conception."

"Are you envious..." Li Changqing smiled and did not answer directly.

"clear."

But when he came back to his senses, Chen Danqing's palms were still skinny, with no tiger paws or claws anywhere.

Momentum and artistic conception are two mysterious and mysterious words that are difficult to express in words.

But this slap did not dispel Li Changqing's idea, he suddenly remembered.

"The artistic conception and momentum are different from all the boxing techniques you are learning now. Their power comes from your will and spirit. If you want to say the threshold, it may be your will and spiritual power."

"Wait until you win the first qualifying match. If you are eliminated in the first round, don't say you recognize me."

"Now, look carefully." Chen Danqing warned, and then he raised his right hand again.

At that time, he didn't think it was of much use, but now that he thought about it, Li Changqing felt even more passionate.

"Slippery!" Chen Danqing laughed and scolded, and he and Li Changqing walked side by side.

"No." Chen Danqing shook his head.

"You kid is dreaming again." Chen Danqing slapped Li Changqing on the forehead.

He stood aside and glanced at Li Changqing, whose eyes almost fell into the painting.

"Boy, warriors are divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. Do you know that?"

"But these things are too far for you. You better hurry up and practice Qi and blood to complete the transformation as soon as possible."

"Uncle, I want to learn..."

You can even feel your own artistic conception in advance.

"Uncle Chen, don't you think the scenery at the end of the martial arts path will be countless times better than where we are standing now?"

On the way, the latter also asked him why he didn't change to a better house.

"The difference between martial arts apprentices and low-level warriors lies in their energy and blood and whether they can break through human limits in all aspects."

Until today, when he saw Jiang He struggling to face that brown bear, the remaining feeling of comparison completely disappeared.

"Maybe it has happened before."

"Just one glance."

The dry palms seemed to turn into giant claws of a tiger, and the sharp claws split the willow tree like small daggers.

I have improved my will a few points.

"You kid, give me a good workout."

"Uncle, remember to come and watch my game when the time comes."

"You kid." Chen Danqing shook his beard.

"I'm not envious." Li Changqing shook his head calmly.

Not to mention villas, big houses, and small mansions, you can still have them.

"At this stage, don't think about what you have or don't have. Focus on your energy, blood and body. In short, remember one sentence, physical strength is not a loss. In the lower warrior stage, your energy, blood and body are strong, and you are fighting with others.

It will be more advantageous."

On the yellowed paper, ink strokes outline a rough man with muscles all over his body, lifting a giant bronze tripod high above his head.

"Aren't you envious now?"

But the final result was completely different.

According to Chen Danqing's status as a middle-ranking warrior, he is also a veteran.

But it actually exists.

Li Changqing nodded seriously, indicating that he would write it down, and then asked:

"Uncle, what is the difference between a middle-level warrior and a low-level warrior? Is it also Qi and blood?"

"What an ambitious young man."

"What you have is just a skill at most." Chen Danqing shook his head.

The sharp claws were almost touching the veins of his throat. This sense of crisis that he might be choked at any time left Li Changqing at a loss as to what to do.

"Here, take it."

Li Changqing searched his heart and found that when he first met Jiang He at the station, he was indeed envious of him and the privileges of genius, so much so that he made the latter his goal.
To be continued...