The things about practicing martial arts and martial arts are things that Ike will never forget. Every young man looks forward to it. One day, he will either wear a battle armor or a Qi master's robe. With his super high cultivation level,
His dazzling martial arts skills impressed his opponents and became a favorite story passed down by word of mouth.
Ike vaguely remembers that his mentor was very excited that day. After all, he found a person who was even more genius than a genius.
The instructor was very excited and said to Ike that day: "Son! I would like to recommend you to go to Imperial College to learn qi refining. With your copying ability, you can copy no matter how difficult the exercises are, and no matter how difficult the martial arts are.
You can understand it by copying it. Did you know that even if two people learn the same martial arts, they will have different effects due to differences in understanding ability."
He used accelerated martial arts as an example. Two people have different understandings of accelerated martial arts, and the effects they exert are different. The best effect is divine speed, and the worse effects than divine speed are extreme speed, rapidity, and double speed.
This has nothing to do with the level of the Qi Refiner, it is entirely related to the level of understanding of martial arts. No matter how high your cultivation level is, it is useless if you cannot understand the martial arts. Therefore, Qi Refiners all choose the martial arts that suit them according to their own talents.
Of course, cultivation level is also the key to determine whether a person is strong or not. A person with the eighth level of Qi Refiner understands extreme speed, which is definitely faster than the divine speed of the third level Qi Refiner. It can also be achieved through hard work and deepened understanding.
A qi master who understands extreme speed can eventually learn divine speed, and by then his high level of cultivation will be even more advantageous.
Cultivation level plus understanding ability are the foundation of a person's strength. If Ike practices martial arts and exercises, he can understand them by copying them several times and exert his strongest power.
The instructor also said that many nobles in the mainland have many ancient scrolls with profound cultivation techniques hidden in their homes. However, because those things have not been able to be read by many people for hundreds of years, they have been regarded as sacred objects, but there are no
A few people have really practiced it.
If Ike could get it, that would be great! The mentor talked a lot to Ike that day, but that was the last conversation he had with Ike. Ike’s dream of being able to change his destiny was shattered by the Civil War in Saigon, and the mentor was regarded as
The rebels were hanged.
His father died in battle, and now he is a slave. How could a slave have any chance to come into contact with the "Qi" cultivation techniques and those dazzling martial arts?
"Ike! Dreaming will kill you! You are just an ordinary slave, and what you are thinking about now is how to survive!" Ike warned himself fiercely in his heart.
After copying it several times, Ike fell on the bed to rest. The steamed buns given by the slave union in the morning had been digested, and now his stomach was growling. After copying the slave articles, Ike knew that the food eaten by the slaves belonged to the master.
Rewarded.
If the young lady does not come back, he will have to go hungry and become a slave.
Ike rubbed his belly, turned over to face the door, and suddenly sat up in shock. He saw the old woman who had brushed his skin at noon standing at the door. Ike did not hear her footsteps at all. Could it be that the old woman
Able to use fast martial arts?
Ike couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body, after all, the cruel scene of skin brushing was still vivid in his mind.
The old woman didn't seem to be hostile. She stood at the door for a long time, giving Ike time to look at her again. She had silvery white hair, and a black ribbon was tied to her bun, fluttering in the wind. Her face was expressionless.
It's hard to tell whether she's angry or kind, and combined with the facial expression, it's easy to classify the old woman as a demon.
But what she was holding was a vegetable basket, and she was dressed as if she was going to trim flowers and plants. After looking around, what she took out from the basket was a set of shabby clothes. This clothes was too familiar and too familiar to Ike.
What a surprise.
He never thought that the only missing thing he had lost would come back. Maybe the old woman put this suit of clothes away after the housekeeper left.
Looking at the clothes that had been rewashed and had a few big holes patched up, Ike was stunned and didn't know whether to pick them up or not. The old woman didn't give Ike time to think about it. When she appeared again, she was already there.
In front of Ike, the distance between the two people was less than half a meter.
A second ago, she was still at the door. This made Ike very envious. He finally saw the martial arts with his own eyes. Is it divine speed or extreme speed? But what is more surprising is the identity of the old woman. At noon, she was the skin-brushing old woman.
In the afternoon she was an old woman who built a manor, and now she is an old woman who knows martial arts.
"If this thing is important to you, hide it!" The old woman finally said this to Ike. Her voice was neither thick nor thin, and her tone was not kind but it still made Ike feel warm.
When Ike raised his head to ask the old woman, he found that the distance between the two of them had become two meters again. The old woman had a pill in her left hand, which she crushed immediately, and a whirlpool gradually condensed in her palm.
The rotating cyclone swept these medicinal powders into it. Ike looked at this scene in a daze, but the cyclone split into five small cyclones without warning, and impacted Ike's body at the same time.
Ike screamed and fell on the bed, followed by a wave of indescribable nausea. He sat up and spat out a ball of black stuff.
This kind of vomiting occurred every few seconds, and the vomit became whiter each time. In the end, what he spit out was transparent saliva. Although Ike didn't understand what was going on, he felt that his body felt much lighter.
Presumably these black things were all the filth accumulated in his body when he was a slave. The old woman actually beat them all out.
"That pill just now must have been very expensive! Why did the old lady treat me so well?" Ike wondered in his heart. He didn't dare to ask because he felt it was impossible to ask clearly about this matter.
But the old woman did not quit. She took out a fist-sized potato from the vegetable basket and motioned for Ike to eat it. Ike hesitated for a moment, then took the potato as quickly as possible and destroyed it quickly.
The old woman smiled when she saw him gobbling up the food, and stuffed the remaining potatoes in the basket into Ike's hand. Before Ike could even say thank you, the old woman disappeared in front of him again.
"Why did she do this to me?" Ike asked himself absentmindedly. I'm afraid it would take him a long time to figure out the answer.
"At least she is a kind old woman!" Ike thought happily and continued to eat potatoes. As he ate, he felt two lines of warm, salty liquid flowing into his mouth. He couldn't help it.
I shed tears. Ike warned himself in his heart that this was really the last time he shed tears.
After stabilizing his emotions, Ike gradually regained his composure. For a year, he felt the warmth and coldness of the world. This was the only warmth he had felt in such a long time. This old woman came and disappeared mysteriously.
It left him with too many questions.
But he is not stupid, and he does not help for no reason. Sometimes if you want to ask clearly, it will be counterproductive.
After eating two potatoes from the old woman, Ike felt much better. He didn't know her name. He would definitely repay her kindness if he had the opportunity in the future. After experiencing skin rash and long-term mental stress, Ai Ke
Ke quickly fell asleep tiredly on the bed. He was really too tired and didn't notice that the old woman came in again.
Looking at the sleeping Ike, the old woman gently put down the basket in her hand, grabbed the wheat straw kicked to the side by Ike, and said in her mouth: "Speed!"
Before she finished speaking, the old woman's hands were so fast that she could hardly see them clearly. In an instant, the wheat straw turned into something that could be covered, which was better than nothing. The old woman covered Ike's body with a blanket made of wheat straw.
Lifting the basket very gently and exiting the cabin.
Ike turned over comfortably, not noticing any changes in his body.