C1 Refined qi

Northern China, FengLin City, a small mountain village, the autumn is strong.

"Brother …" It's time to eat! " A delicate and pretty little girl ran into the field of bracts and then threw herself into the arms of her brother.

"Little sister, look at this move. It's called the Dragon Swinging Tail!" The boy held a little book in his hand. Although the pages were a little yellow, it was already broken.

"Bro, stop looking. Hurry up and go eat. I'm hungry." The little girl pouted and pulled her brother up with a pitiful look, "Xiao Rou is tired and can't walk anymore."

"Xiao Rou is hungry, let's go eat." The boy squatted down and let his sister lie on his back. He carried Xiao Rou on his back and walked out of the bract.

"Xiao Rou doesn't want to leave brother. We will always be together, right?"

"Of course, in the future, big brother will always accompany you and won't let anyone bully you." The boy's name was Wu Junxuan, and he was born in a martial arts family, but for some reason his family avoided him.

Wu Junxuan and his sister and their uncle had been living together ever since their parents had died in an accident many years ago.

The two of them walked into a farmhouse. In the middle of the house, a middle-aged man sat on a chair beside a stone table. The man appeared to be in his forties, dressed in coarse cloth clothes and holding a pipe in his hand. He was sipping a cigarette.

"Where did the two of you go to play? Why aren't you coming back to eat?"

"I'll go and bring the dishes out …" Wu Xiaoluo stuck out her tongue, made a face, and ran into the tiled room.

Wu Jiangxiong said softly, "Little Xuan, how old are you this year?"

"After my birthday next month, I'll be eighteen." Wu Jiangxiong slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and tapped the bottom of his shoes with the pipe holder.

"Uncle, it's time to eat." Wu Xiaoluo carried the food out and placed it on the stone table. She was two years younger than her brother. She had a weak constitution and was very ill, so she would often faint.

Wu Jiangxiong said in a deep voice, "You started practicing martial arts with me when you were six or seven, and now you have some foundation. However, you are still short on time and need more practice."

"Uncle, but no matter how much I train, I still haven't made any progress. Isn't that a bit wrong?" Wu Junxuan had been practicing the art of the kingdom since he was young, and all he did was practice the basics. It was boring for him.

Wu Jiangxiong frowned and said, "Do you think it's that easy to cultivate? Hurry up and eat then. Let me see how you're doing."

After Wu Junxuan finished his meal, he threw a punch in the yard, which was accompanied by a "huff, huff, huff". He stomped his foot on the ground, producing a sonic boom as his fist landed in the air, full of momentum and vigor!

Wu Junxuan had practiced this boxing style for a few years, and he had mastered it very well.

"I've asked you to practice well every day, but you just don't put it to heart. You're still unsteady on your stance. How many days have you not practiced your stance training for?"

Wu Jiangxiong had been away for a month and Wu Junxuan was taking advantage of this opportunity to laze around. He didn't expect his uncle to see through it.

"Stand still!" Wu Junxuan curled his lips and slightly bent his legs, pulling out his chest and back, letting his qi sink into his dantian …

"Uncle will teach you Tiger Leopard Palm today!" Wu Jiangxiong's figure flashed. His seemingly simple palm lightly landed on Wu Junxuan's chest, and he immediately felt a force push him out.

"You actually took advantage of the fact that I'm not at home to slack off and train." Wu Junxuan's legs loosened, and his body flew backward and fell to the ground.

"Big brother …" Wu Xiaoru ran to help Wu Junxuan up with a worried look on her face.

"Don't help him! "Xiao Rou, go inside the house …"

"Got it …" Wu Xiaoluo pouted and walked into the tiled room. She leaned against the door and looked at Wu Junxuan worriedly.

Wu Junxuan slowly stood up. He felt a sharp pain in his chest. The shock from earlier had hurt his internal organs.

Wu Jiangxiong frowned and said, "This is called kung fu, the chest is a person's dead point, if you are hit in the chest, you will die for sure."

A martial artist had two crucial points. One was the chest and the other was the ribs. If an expert were to spar with them, they could lose their life if they were hit by the opponent.

"You are not allowed to sleep tonight, stand up for one night and practice. This is your punishment!"

"One night?" Uncle, I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again. " Seeing that his uncle was adamant on not backing down, Wu Junxuan had no choice but to accept it silently. He could only listen to his uncle and didn't dare to refute him in the slightest.

Wu Junxuan took a deep breath, gathered his spirit, and readied his Eight Extreme Stance Technique. This was also the basic art of Baji Fist.

"Grab the sky with all ten toes, lean on Mt. Tai while holding a baby's elbow …" This was what the three years' training had meant.

The power of the Eight Level Fist could even reach the four directions of the Eight Extreme Trigram.

Wu Junxuan slowly regulated the Qi in his body, focusing on calmness as he reached all the meridians and meridians in his body. After two hours, Wu Junxuan felt the energy in his muscles and bones being replenished. His body felt like it was expanding, and he could feel a slight heat spreading throughout his body, as if a stream of heat was flowing through his dantian.

Although it was autumn and the mountain village was unusually cold late at night, Wu Junxuan didn't feel the slightest bit of cold. On the contrary, as the blood and Qi in his body flowed, it warmed his entire body.

Unknowingly, he felt as if he was standing in the middle of heaven and earth, with his feet on the clouds.

"That's right, that's more like it!" Wu Jiangxiong had nothing he could do for his nephew. If it wasn't for his family's decline, he wouldn't have started to teach Baji Fist when Wu Junxuan was seven or eight years old. The purpose was to allow him to protect himself. After all, he could not always be by his side.

"Alright, stop and take a rest." Wu Junxuan took a deep breath and sat down on a nearby stone bench.

Wu Jiangxiong said in a low voice, "Do you know why I made you stand up for me? The essence of Baji Fist lies in basic skills. One has to be old if one can't do a solid foundation!"

The foundation of the martial arts of the kingdom was on three levels. First, it was for the bone, second, and third. The three types of the martial arts were the 'Bright, Dark, and Strength'.

The main thing was his strong bones, strong tendons, and the vigorous life force of his bone marrow.

It was just like a weak praying mantis. It could use its weak arms to block an opponent who was several times stronger than itself. It was much stronger than itself!

Of course, in addition to these three levels, there were also the Supreme Force, Dantian, Void Transformation, and these three realms. To anyone else, these were but legends.

Following the shadows and shadows, one could exert strength in the air and suppress others as one pleased.

Right now, Wu Junxuan's skill could only be considered as the first step into the state of 'refining qi'. Breaking through this level would still require a long period of time to cultivate. What's more, the essence of the Eight Level Fist Art was, "One practiced clumsiness like a mad demon, two trained softness like a closed door, three trained inches with an inch to move in and out, four practiced freedom of movement like a lazy dragon sleeping …"

In order to practice the Eight Extreme Fist well, one had to first remove the stiff strength of the muscles on one's body, making them elastic. It was like a person who had been exercising for many years; although the muscles were very firm, they were unable to unleash the power to hurt others.

"Uncle, when can you teach me true kung fu? I've been practicing basic kung fu since I was young, and I've been practicing for ten years now."

"I'll start teaching you new things tomorrow. Get some iron sand and canvas." Wu Junxuan was thrilled to hear that his uncle was going to teach him new moves.

"You should go train for a while more, then go to sleep. Tomorrow morning, you should wake up early to train."

"Got it, Uncle!" After two rounds of basic martial arts, Wu Junxuan returned to the room after washing up. Xiao Rou had fallen asleep and was very fond of her sister, Wu Junxuan.

"Big brother …" "You're back." Wu Xiaoluo rubbed her eyes and sat up, yawning as she murmured, "I'm already warm from covering the bed."

Wu Junxuan took off his jacket and lay down beside him. Xiao Rou lay in his arms like a kitten. The two siblings had been relying on each other ever since they were young. Every night, Xiao Rou would pester her brother to tell him stories.

"Brother, will we be better off in the future than now?"

"Of course I will. When I've learnt enough martial arts, I will take you to see a doctor in a big city and buy a big house there!"

"Great, I want to eat a lot of delicious food at that time. I want to wear beautiful clothes." The two siblings dreamed of their future lives. If it wasn't for their parents having left them long ago, the two of them would probably be like their peers, having the close protection of their parents and leading a blissful life.

However, just a few years ago, everything had changed. The originally wealthy families had become destitute. The next morning, Wu Junxuan walked out of his house just as the sun was rising. His uncle, Wu Jiangxiong, was stretching his muscles and bones in his yard.

"Go and get the iron pot from the wall, set up the stove, and pour the iron sand in." Wu Jiangxiong walked over and pointed at the two bags of iron sand by the wall, "I will teach you Iron Palm today!"

Using iron sand to temper his hands made them as hard as steel. The initial training process was very painful, and the hands were as itchy as if they were on fire, and the ten fingers of his hands could not bend even after reaching the middle stage of the training. Practicing iron sand palm was a very long process, during which one needed to use drugs to soak his hands in order to prevent the iron sand palm from emitting poisonous gas, which penetrated deep into the skin.