C7 The coming of war

The sun rose in the east, and the first rays of the morning sun illuminated the land. A new day had begun.

Peng peng peng … Deep in the forest, Chen Ling was practicing the Tiger Subduing Seven Star Fist. His body was nimble, moving like a live rabbit.

He punched five hundred times in one go. As his mind became one, the winds from his punches became faint. His fists already contained a certain amount of strength.

Chen Ling nodded in satisfaction. After training for more than ten days, not only was the wound on his chest almost fully recovered, his physical strength had also increased by quite a bit. Now, both of his legs had the strength of a half horse, and he could almost pull a 40 jin bow.

This was the result of him simultaneously cultivating martial arts from inside and outside. If he were a normal martial artist, he would not have cultivated so quickly, but because Chen Ling had a lot of experience in martial arts in his past life, he was able to quickly enter a state of familiarity.

Immediately after, Chen Ling did two hundred push-ups, two hundred deep frog squats, two hundred high bounce jumps, two hundred kicks, his legs were tied up with sand bags and ran back and forth across the mountain road for a few miles. When he had reached his body's limit, his legs were weak and weak, but he clenched his teeth and endured for a while, suddenly, a warm feeling spread throughout his entire body, signalling the development of his body's potential.

At this moment, Chen Ling was sweating profusely. After training, he sat on the ground and panted heavily, the human body had a lot of potential to shield, only a few steps could be used, the more energy the body could gain, the stronger the combat ability would be, and he was very clear that before he could train in high level martial arts, it was important to build a good foundation for his body. He had to compress and train every muscle of his body, the skin and skin was filled with elasticity, it was sturdy, and the bones and tendons were all stretched out.

Chen Ling could clearly feel that his agility, speed, strength, and flexibility had all increased. If he was just a weak young noble when he was reborn, and the strength of his hands were not even five kilograms, then he would be able to pull the 80 kilogram hard bow.

From the very beginning, there were advantages and disadvantages. The advantage was experience, which allowed one to be able to cut off many detours without having a teacher to help them; the disadvantage was the fact that the foundation was built up too late, and the bones and muscles were fixed. In order to achieve this, one had to continuously break through the potential, allowing the body to contain more energy.

If one's body was not strong enough and lacked sufficient strength, their body would not be able to contain inner strength and their martial arts achievements would be limited. They would not be able to reach a higher level or even step into the Nascent Realm.

Thus, body tempering cultivation was the most fundamental, but also the most important step in the entire process of cultivation. It directly affected the achievement of one's martial arts cultivation; the purer one's strength was, the greater one's future achievements would be!

"Hey!"

Seeing that his wounds had healed, Chen Ling continued to increase his training intensity. Carrying a fifty kilogram boulder on his back, he practiced the "Jumping Golden Toad" movement technique. Every time he jumped out, his feet would leave deep footprints, with beads of sweat flowing down.

Gradually, Chen Ling's body became stronger and stronger, as though he had grown a few inches taller. His originally thin and white muscles also became more muscular, with pieces of muscles that were extremely tight and firm, and flexible four limbs that were strong and had a bit of the aura of a warrior.

"Whew ~ ~"

While he cultivated his energy, he used the Gu Chen mental cultivation method to reconcile the Qi and blood in his body, which complemented each other. Other warriors would have to start from the outside, and would not be able to cultivate at the same time, even if they had the guidance of a master, they would still have to start from the outside, and would not be able to cultivate at the same time. Only after training for a few years in the Outer Fist Arts, would they be able to stabilize their muscles and bones, then they would be able to cultivate their Inner Qi, adjust their Qi channels and save their Qi, otherwise, it would be very easy for their Qi to harm.

"Not bad. As long as I can endure for two more months of hard training, train my four limbs, waist, muscles, every inch of my body to become powerful. Like a bronze bone, my strength will condense into strength and I will be able to practice all kinds of boxing techniques."

Chen Ling stood in the middle of the forest, the morning dew, the east gradually turning white, the fog in the forest dissipated, and just as he was stretching his arms out, suddenly, a heavy horn sounded from the camp underneath the hill, followed by a large leather drum that sounded out one after another. This was a call to gather all the troops, to prepare for battle, it was definitely the Qin Nation who was going to launch another attack, the Wei Army who was preparing to fight back.

Although the battlefield was cruel, it was a place to hone a person's spirit, bravery, and courage. Killing enemies and men was a great joy for one's entire life.

Chen Ling dashed through the forest, rushing back to the camp to see what was going on. If he could return to the battlefield, kill the enemy to gain merits, and experience the passion and passion of an ancient man, that would truly be fun.

At dawn, in the endless eastern plains, there came a series of soul-stirring battle drums, which continuously increased in volume, louder and louder like the rumbling of thunder. On the flat land below the hill, there was a huge camp ahead, at this time the Wei Army was lining up in formation.

From a high vantage point, they could see the sea of red at first glance. Because the Wei Guo worshipped red, the Wei Army's robes and flags were all red, the Red Army.

During the Warring States period, the Yin Yang family was very well-educated. The colors of the flags and clothing of the large warring states were very particular. The basis for this was the talent and destiny of the country.

The Yin Yang family believed that every empire and nation had a virtue bestowed upon them by the heavens. This virtue could be expressed in terms of the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The country and the dynasty's political characteristics must, or must, conform to its virtue, and the color of which it worships must also correspond to its virtue, so that the country can safely and smoothly operate under the protection of the heavens.

The Yellow Emperor's regime was made of earth, so he worshipped yellow, and the flags and apparel were made of yellow. The Xia Dynasty was a wood and worshipped the green, while the Yin Shang Dynasty was a gold. When it rose, it was a good omen of overflowing the mountains with silver. It was a good sign that it revered the white. As the Fire s of the Zhou Dynasty, their ancestor obtained the Scarlet Crow's Talisman and naturally revered red. At that time, the world had always approved of this cycle of five virtues. From the very beginning when the country was established, it had already determined its own virtue.

The State of Wei had come from the Jin Country and acknowledged itself as the successor to the orthodoxy of the Jin Country. The Jin Country was a duke of the royal family, of course, it was the Fire of the Zhou Dynasty. As for the Qin Nation, who was located in a border region, she had not yet declared her virtues, but she was still a dark country, and had caused the other countries to mock him. They said that the Qin Nation did not understand how to make a king out of a barbaric land, but the Qin Nation ignored him, and continued to be black, turning into a strange and mysterious western country in the eyes of the Battle Kingdoms.

The orders went from north to south, one by one, and the sounds of singing were endless.

"Thump …" "Boom …" The dull and huge drum sound cut through the sky, the clouds moving in all four directions, and the large camp was suddenly filled with clamor, the sound of horns, horses' hooves, footsteps, Armour's rubbing against each other, blades and spears clashing, was like heavy trees striking the ground, creating an incomparably loud noise.