Zhutian: I have many inventory

Chapter 4 Song Qingshu's Advice (Revised)

this day.

Wang Tianming was practicing Wudang Changquan diligently in the house. He had mastered the 32-style Wudang Changquan very well. His movements were smooth, neat, and soft yet strong.

At this time, Wang Tianming's whole body was soaked with sweat, his head was red, and he was sweating profusely. He obviously looked extremely exhausted.

But Wang Tianming did not stop, because he felt that there was a faint flow of air in his body.

Wang Tianming knew that as long as he could grasp this energy, become familiar with the way it circulates, and control it, his sense of energy would be accomplished.

At that time, you can truly come into contact with internal skills and cultivate internal energy.

Wang Tianming practiced Wudang Changquan over and over again. His movements became slower and slower, but his eyes became brighter and brighter. He had grasped the Qi in his body and followed the flow of Qi through his tendons and veins, guiding it slightly.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, the 25th form of Wudang Changquan - Seven Star Fist.

Wang Tianming was seen controlling the Qi and transferring it to his fist. Coordinating with the Wudang Changquan moves, he punched in the air. The Qi was stimulated and a gust of wind was created from his fist, which hit the wooden wall not far away, causing the wall to vibrate slightly.

After throwing this punch, Wang Tianming seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He sat down limply on the ground, his muscles aching all over his body. The tendons in his arms also ached slightly, and he was injured.

However, Wang Tianming ignored his physical weakness and pain, and directly opened the panel to check his martial arts progress.

【Name: Wang Tianming

Martial arts: Wudang Changquan (minor success/minor success)]

Wudang Changquan has finally achieved some success, and the sense of Qi has also been found, which makes him qualified to practice the internal strength.

"Tomorrow I will go to Song Qingshu to ask for advice on internal cultivation."

Wang Tianming sat on the ground, gasping for breath, feeling very excited.

……

The next morning.

As per convention, he first practiced Wudang Changquan with many fellow disciples.

Song Qingshu continued to point out the mistakes of his fellow disciples from time to time. When he walked to Wang Tianming's side, he looked at Wang Tianming's boxing with surprise in his eyes.

"Tianming, I see your boxing skills are quite impressive. Could it be that you have already reached a minor level of success?"

Song Qingshu looked at Wang Tianming in surprise and asked.

As the third-generation eldest disciple of Wudang, even though Song Qingshu is only fifteen or sixteen years old, his strength has already entered the third-rate, and he has gone a long way among the third-rate, and he has also made profound attainments in Wudang boxing.

Naturally, Wang Tianming's level can be easily seen.

"Brother Qingshu, I gained some insights into Wudang Changquan yesterday. I have made great progress and have reached a minor level of success. I was also fortunate enough to sense the Qi."

Wang Tianming heard Song Qingshu's question, nodded with a smile, and then asked Song Qingshu expectantly:

"I heard from you before that after I comprehend the Qi, I can seek you out to learn and practice the inner strength method. Please teach me." "Oh? Junior Brother Tianming has comprehended something again. He is indeed very talented."

When Song Qingshu heard Wang Tianming's words, he smiled and praised him.

"Senior brother, that's a great reward."

Wang Tianming is neither humble nor arrogant.

“It’s a compliment. Junior Brother Tianming has only been learning Wudang Changquan for seven days and he has already comprehended the sense of Qi. This kind of talent has never been seen in our Wudang sect since its establishment…”

Song Qingshu looked at Wang Tianming with an approving smile and said:
"When it comes to martial arts, the most important thing is actual combat. I wonder if Junior Brother Tianming is willing to spar with me so that I can truly understand my level."

"It's impossible."

Upon hearing this, Wang Tianming agreed without even thinking about it.

He had been practicing martial arts for so many days but had never experienced actual combat, and he was already itching to try it out.

Since Song Qingshu proposed this time, Wang Tianming naturally would not refuse.

With Song Qingshu's strength, it was called a sparring match, but in fact it was just to teach Wang Tianming some moves. Wang Tianming would definitely not miss such a good opportunity.

Seeing Wang Tianming's agreement, the two men stood at the two ends of the square and saluted each other with fists.

When the surrounding disciples saw Song Qingshu and Wang Tianming sparring and fighting, they all gathered together to watch the fun, showing great interest.

"Take action."

Song Qingshu said to Wang Tianming.

Wang Tianming bowed and said, "Please give me some advice, Senior Brother."

As he said that, he took a step forward, approached Song Qingshu, and punched him.

Facing Wang Tianming's attack, Song Qingshu just parried and did not counterattack. His posture of feeding the opponent was not too obvious.

The two of them fought back and forth, and Wang Tianming felt that their boxing was going very smoothly. He said happily:

"It really feels completely different to practice with someone actually practicing with you than to practice alone."

In just a short while, Wang Tianming felt that he had a new understanding of Wudang Changquan.

The two exchanged dozens of moves.

During this time, Wang Tianming kept attacking and Song Qingshu kept defending. He would occasionally attack, but he would also keep a sharp eye on the loopholes in Wang Tianming's boxing.

Every time he attacked, Wang Tianming's boxing skills became disorderly and he looked quite embarrassed. However, Song Qingshu knew when to stop. After disrupting Wang Tianming's rhythm, he did not continue to attack and allowed Wang Tianming to adjust.

This meant that Wang Tianming and Song Qingshu gained a lot from the dozens of moves they had, and discovered many of their own shortcomings.

(End of this chapter)