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

Chapter 5: Money Can't Buy a Sound
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In the silent world, shouts were heard from time to time. Shen Yuanliang and Shitou held spears, looked forward, and stabbed forward with all their strength.

The sharp tip of the spear cut through the air, whizzed past, and pierced the red bull's eye, over and over again, until the tip of the spear was worn flat and the target shattered.

Gradually, a vague murderous aura filled the courtyard, making people tremble with fear.

"Stone, use force."

After stabbing a thousand times in a row and taking a short rest, Shen Yuanliang exposed his upper body, stood in a horse stance, and let Shitou beat him all over his body with the stick with all his strength.

"Iron Shirt" means "wearing clothes made of iron".

To put it simply, it is the skill of getting beaten. By getting beaten, one's skin becomes thicker and stronger, and his bones and muscles gradually become stronger, until his whole body becomes as hard as iron and can resist any attack from ordinary swords and knives.

"Brother Liang, I can use more strength!"

Shitou picked up the shiny peach wood stick, suppressed his reluctance, and whipped him hard, from the chest to the back, leaving no area untouched.

Before this, when Shen Yuanliang was not sick, he would beat his body with a peach wood stick every day, and he did this every day for five years. The brand new peach wood stick was now full of mottled scent, like a collectible that was held in the hand and played with all the time, with a thick layer of patina.

"Boom!"

The dull sound of hitting was endless. Shen Yuanliang circulated the qi and blood throughout his body to flush the skin and flesh, relieving the pain while strengthening the skin membrane.

The Shen family is in danger. One wrong move could lead to the destruction of the family. Shen Yuanliang dare not rest and can only try his best to practice "Iron Shirt" and strive to break through the ninth level.

"When practicing, the rules must not be changed. The body should move smoothly and not be rebellious. The hands and feet should rise and fall in unison and not be scattered."

"The boxing classics say: 'The square is to correct the center', which is exactly what it means."

The sun was at its zenith, and the warm sunlight was shining on the vibrant Shen family yard. Shen Yuanliang was teaching Shitou how to practice "Iron Shirt" while experiencing the three meanings of it.

In his mind, sparks of thoughts collided violently, creating different fireworks, which made Shen Yuanliang's understanding of "Iron Shirt" more profound and his movements more standardized and harmonious.

The smooth movements and the artistic conception of harmony between man and nature were pleasing to the eyes. They were so mesmerized that everyone slowed down their work.

"Use your palm to search for the pearl and penetrate the cauldron!"

Shen Yuanliang leaned forward, his hands drew an arc along his hips and hung in front of his thighs. A powerful force gushed out with a "bang bang" sound, and many of the fallen leaves on the ground were blown away, revealing the bare ground.

As the saying goes, a sound is worth a thousand gold!

Ming Jin demonstrates strength through external, obvious actions, such as directly transmitting strength through body movement and punches and kicks, so that the opponent can clearly feel the strong impact from the outside. It especially emphasizes strong power, representing the "hard" side of strength.

With years of accumulation and the sudden realization just now, Shen Yuanliang squeezed the latent medicinal power in his body to the limit. The Qi and blood in his body circulated throughout his body, becoming stronger and stronger.

From the size of a hair to as thick as a finger, the surging blood and energy jumped along a predetermined route like a little mouse, strengthening the skin and flesh all over the body.

My strength has increased from 200 kilograms to 500 kilograms now, which is a remarkable improvement.

Gradually, the pale skin that had not seen the sun for a long time gradually turned light yellow, like topaz, emitting a faint luster. This was a sign that Shen Yuanliang had entered the ninth-grade warrior stage.

"Shi Tou, hurry up and bring over the leftover fish soup from this morning."

"Hungry, so hungry!"

After taking a deep breath, Shen Yuanliang finished his practice and felt his stomach was empty. He was so hungry that he felt like he could eat a cow. With a sudden realization, all of Shen Yuanliang's energy was consumed. All the cells in his body were sending out hunger signals, urging him to eat quickly.

Seeing this, Shitou, whose muscles ached all over, rushed into the kitchen and brought over the cold fish soup.

Shen Yuanliang picked up the chopsticks, lifted up the casserole, and ate the cold fish meat in one gulp, and drank the fish soup full of fishy smell in big gulps, as if he was a starving ghost who had not eaten for eight lifetimes.

"Brother Liang, have you entered the Ninth Rank?"

"Okay, okay, your father in heaven will also be pleased."

Shen Chen, who was weaving in the room, accidentally saw Shen Yuanliang's "abnormality" and ran out in a hurry, grabbed his arm tightly, and cried with joy.

The Shen family rose to prominence because of "Iron Shirt". After Shen Zhong's repeated warnings and instructions, Shen Chen knew what it meant to enter the ninth level!
Her husband died in the Battle of Sarhu, and her son Shen Yuanliang had been in a coma for more than half a year. Shen Chenshi held her breath and was nervous, fearing that other people in the family would be wiped out.

The dark clouds will clear and the sunny day will appear.

At that moment, Shen Yuanliang entered the ninth level, and the haze that had shrouded the Shen family slowly dissipated. From then on, the Shen family had a bright future.

"Hurry, Wan'er!"

"Come with me and cook all the sea bass to give Liang Ge'er a good nourishment."

As if she remembered something, Shen Chen, who was wearing a coarse cloth jacket, wiped her tears and hurriedly walked into the kitchen with Wan'er.

Back then, when Shen Zhong broke through to the eighth level, due to the lack of rare medicinal materials, he could only eat up all the meat, rice and flour in the house, and only then could he barely suppress the hunger in his heart.

Now that Shen Yuanliang has broken through to the ninth level, his performance is exactly the same as it was back then.

In this way, all the family members, young and old, came out to cook food for Shen Yuanliang. He ate like a beast, and his stomach was like a bottomless abyss, accepting everything.

Half an hour later, Shen Yuanliang had eaten up a basket of sea bass. He finally felt full, wiped his mouth, and felt warm all over.

"Brother Liang, when you break through to the eighth rank in the future, you must be fully prepared."

"Your father broke through in a hurry and didn't have any herbs to replenish his body, which led to a deficiency of Qi and blood, and he was restricted to the eighth level for the rest of his life."

When Shen Chen talked about this, she wiped her tears and her eyes were filled with tears.

If Shen Zhong had been well prepared back then and used various rare medicinal herbs to replenish his depleted body, he would have already broken through to the seventh level of martial arts and become a captain commanding a thousand soldiers. He might have escaped the Battle of Sarhu and not died on the spot.

This is the tragedy of a "scattered man". Shen Zhong obtained the "Iron Shirt" by chance. Without a famous teacher to teach him, his road to martial arts was full of bumps and bruises.

Shen Zhong had to risk his life to understand all the taboos and secrets. His body was already riddled with holes. At nearly forty years old, he looked like a fifty-year-old man.

"Well, I'll pay attention!"

Thinking of the dense annotations on "Iron Shirt", Shen Yuanliang suppressed the tears that were about to fall and spoke in a muffled voice.

The love of the parents is far-reaching.

For the sake of Shen Yuanliang, and for the sake of helping the future generations of the Shen family avoid taking detours, Shen Zhong, who is usually quiet and silent, expressed his love for his son in his own way.

Father as a mountain!

(End of this chapter)