The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 3: The Iron Shirt That's Everywhere

At one o'clock in the evening, the silvery moonlight was like a layer of gauze draped over the silent Jingbian Fort. In the cold winter, the sound of frogs had not been heard for a long time outside the Great Wall, and boundless loneliness surged in my heart.

"Iron Shirt?"

Under the orange oil lamp, Shen Yuanliang casually picked up the "Iron Shirt" which he had hidden under his pillow and had almost read to pieces in the past. He treated it as a treasure, as whether he could survive the disaster in three days depended on it.

Flipping through the mottled, sweat-stained copy of "Iron Shirt", Shen Yuanliang couldn't help but recall the scene of his father teaching him martial arts.

According to his father's solemn teachings in the past, martial arts civilization developed rapidly after the disaster of the sky crack, and there were even more and more heroes in the world who "fought for justice" and "ran across eaves and walls".

There are nine levels in martial arts, with the first level being the highest and the ninth level being the lowest. The lower four levels train strength, and the middle three levels train qi. As for the future path of martial arts, Shen Zhong has no idea.

"Iron Shirt" is the most widely circulated martial arts secret book in the underworld. However, even though it is widely circulated, it is not accessible to ordinary people. The underworld and the lower-class people are clearly divided and are two different worlds.

In the middle and late Ming Dynasty, the Wei Suo system collapsed, and the huge imperial court had no soldiers available. In order to deal with the growing nomadic peoples, the conscription system came into being.

Shen Zhong, who was born into a hunter family, served in the army for more than ten years. He experienced life and death on the battlefield and escaped death several times. It was only by chance that he got a third-rate martial arts secret book "Iron Shirt".

Relying on the "Iron Shirt", Shen Zhong trained hard in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer, day and night, and barely broke through to the eighth level, becoming a captain in charge of hundreds of people.

The Shen family could have prospered from then on. After a few decades, perhaps they would have become a local tyrant in southern Liaoning like the Wang family.

Unfortunately, a massive battle of Sarhu cut the Shen family's fortune in half, and it became uncertain, with endless black air spreading from the north. It was a sign of war and ominous energy.

Thinking that the Later Jin army would be heading straight for southern Liaoning in March or April next year, Shen Yuanliang suddenly felt a sense of urgency in his heart, and he no longer felt happy about living his life over again.

"The first four stages of the martial arts path train the skin, flesh, tendons and bones, control the strength, and exert 100% or 110% or 120% of one's strength."

"Isn't this the Chinese martial art of 'only killing, no performance'? The two sides have a lot in common."

As a "national master" of traditional Chinese medicine, Shen Yuanliang is not completely a nerd. He also knows a little about Chinese martial arts, and knows the Ming Jin, An Jin, Hua Jin, etc. which correspond to each other.

Thinking of this, Shen Yuanliang's eyes lit up, and his already bright pupils emitted an amazing light, like stars shining in the night sky.

In the world of martial arts, there is a world of difference between a good martial arts secret book and a third-rate martial arts secret book, and the results achieved by the two are incomparable.

Unless you are like Lang Fanyun, learning from the heaven and earth, and learning from nature!
"Use your luck as the furnace fire and refine it for me!"

Shen Yuanliang then communicated with the "cauldron" in his mind, threw the "Iron Shirt" into it, and used his little remaining luck as fuel and his knowledge of traditional Chinese martial arts as a guide to refine the "medicine".

Pick the melon to make it good, then pick the melon to make it thin.

Shen Yuanliang, who was reincarnated, didn't know that his luck was now thin and white, just like ordinary people among the countless people. After sacrificing the little luck he had left, he would suffer bad luck in the future.

Half an hour later, the fist-sized "cauldron" was spinning in front of Shen Yuanliang. Under the bronze light, a brand new and different "Iron Shirt" was freshly produced, still hot.

"Well, it's true!"

Shen Yuanliang flipped through the "Iron Shirt", which was twice as thick as the previous one, and compared it with the previous "Iron Shirt" one by one. He was overjoyed and suddenly enlightened.

The previous "Iron Shirt" could only be regarded as a third-rate secret book, but the refined "Iron Shirt" has been promoted to a first-rate martial arts secret book. Not only is it more comprehensive, but it also allows for faster practice and takes less time.

At dawn, a streak of white broke through the sky, and the dazed Shen Yuanliang woke up instantly. He looked at the sky, quickly put on his clothes, and picked up the long-abandoned martial arts path again. "A hundred punches never leave the stance, and the stance means 'base'."

"The purpose of boxing is to hold a stake. If there is no stake in boxing, the boxing is useless."

In the silent courtyard, Shen Yuanliang bent his knees and half-knelt, with his thighs slightly flat, toes turned inward, five toes gripping the ground, the center of gravity falling on the middle of his legs, knees abducted and perpendicular to toes, as if he was riding a horse, and performed a standard horse stance.

When practicing martial arts, especially traditional Chinese martial arts, one must have the foundation of standing practice. Otherwise, it will just be fancy moves and fancy moves that only look good but have no power.

The red sun rose from the sea level. Shen Yuanliang endured the sore muscles and the salty discomfort in his eyes and persisted.

Over the past six months, the medicinal power that had been accumulated in the body has circulated throughout the body through the horse stance exercise. A warm breath passes through the skin and flesh, making one feel tingling and numb.

The human body is a microcosm, and the universe is a macrocosm.

The dried up cells absorbed the medicinal power with all their might, and tempered themselves over and over again in coordination with their breathing, gradually becoming stronger and more powerful, and even their muscles became elastic and tough.

"Liang brother."

Yawning and sleepy, Shitou lifted the curtain and greeted Shen Yuanliang who was doing horse stance in the courtyard.

"call!"

"Stone."

Feeling that his body was reaching its limit, Shen Yuanliang slowly brought his feet together, put his hands on his abdomen, and exhaled a long white breath like a streak of silk that cut through the sky, until it reached three feet away.

After nearly an hour of exercise, Shen Yuanliang benefited a lot. He felt warm all over and seemed to have endless energy.

"I was able to lift a 150-jin stone lock before. Can I lift 200 jin later?"

Thinking of this, Shen Yuanliang looked at the stone lock at the foot of the wall, tried, and used force with his feet, hands, waist and abdomen at the same time. He struggled to lift the 200-jin stone lock over his head.

From 150 kilograms to 200 kilograms now, Shen Yuanliang is very satisfied. It is worthy of being the refined "Iron Shirt" with extraordinary effects.

If it was really the third-rate martial arts secret book from before, it would be good enough for Shen Yuanliang to increase his strength by ten kilograms.

Of course, Shen Yuanliang also knew that his rapid increase in strength was due to the medicinal power accumulated in his body. Without sufficient nutritional supplements, his body would only become hollower and hollower, like a leaky barrel.

"Brother Liang, you are awesome!"

Shi Tou, who was standing nearby, was very excited and gave a thumbs-up in admiration.

"Shi Tou, do you want to practice martial arts?"

Looking at the desire hidden in Shi Tou's eyes, Shen Yuanliang, who was moving his body, thought for a moment and asked.

Many hands make light work. Even in the world of martial arts, success depends on the people involved. If Shen Yuanliang wants to gain a foothold in southern Liaoning, Shitou, who grew up with him, is the best candidate.

After all, Shen Yuanliang is not a lone ranger, he still has his mother, Wan'er, and Xixi to take care of.

Right now, in the Battle of Sarhu, the Ming Dynasty suffered heavy losses, and the Later Jin Dynasty rose up. The situation in southern Liaoning, which is located outside the Great Wall, is turbulent. Where will the small Shen family go?
(End of this chapter)