The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 3 If you don't fight, you will die! The road ahead!

Empty space.

This is a gray space.

In the middle of the space, a thumb-sized gray tree swayed slightly in the gray mist. The surface of the trunk was wild and twisted like an ancient vine, and on the bare branches hung a green leaf that emitted a bright and divine glow.

In the surrounding gray fog, there are nine palaces full of the breath of time, each exuding a vast and ancient artistic conception, giving people the feeling of the beginning of all things.

Among the plaques of the nine palaces, only the first palace with the words "Yan Dao" engraved on it was visible, and the rest were all obscured by the gray mist.

The decoration inside the Yandao Hall is extremely simple, without too many furnishings and decorations, and the ceiling is supported by several huge beams.

There are only some simple carvings on the beams, which are strange, vast, mysterious and magnificent. They appear extremely blurry and difficult to see clearly.

In the center of the hall there is a gray jade disk with a non-mysterious word "Tao" engraved on it. Under the jade disk is a gray futon.

Wang Yi’s consciousness stepped into the Yandao Hall, came to the cushion and sat cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and his mind became completely calm.

The word "Tao" on the jade disk behind him emitted a faint light, evolving into an illusory river of time, within which thousands of projections emerged. Each projection was Wang Yi's current appearance. They were practicing the Eagle Claw skill with great concentration, some at fast speeds and some at slow speeds.

The illusory river of time flows slowly, and the appearances of thousands of projections in it are changing rapidly. From youth to young adulthood, middle age, old age, and even until the end of one's life, one has never stopped practicing Eagle Claw Kung Fu.

From unfamiliar to skilled and then to mastery, finally breaking away from the limitations of Eagle Claw Kung Fu and developing a whole new style.

When all the projections died, the phantom of the long river of time shook and turned into a torrent of information like rivers returning to the sea, flowing into the body of consciousness on the cushion from the center of the eyebrows, and pouring the Eagle Claw Kung Fu experience that thousands of projections had studied for a lifetime into Wang Yi's mind.

The sun is to the west.

A gentle warm breeze blew through the garden, mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants, and a faint smell of mud.

Wang Yi slowly opened his eyes, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, he raised his hand and brushed across the stone table, fifty taels of silver appeared on it, he stood up with the support of the table, and slowly walked to the open space outside the pavilion and stood still.

After a moment's hesitation, he got into position and began practicing each move. The soreness in his body did not affect the connection between the moves.

His hands danced quickly in the shape of eagle claws, his steps were light and steady, as if he was flying, his movements were smooth and natural, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

As he practiced, his breath became more natural and agile, his body moved more and more casually, and his movements were like a beautiful painting concealing murderous intent.

As time went by, his face became more and more red, his skin also turned a little red, fine beads of sweat oozed out of his pores, the color of his gown gradually turned black, and traces of water slowly spread.

Entrance to the garden.

Yan Zhendong looked at the scene in front of the pavilion, his expression was stunned for a moment, the medicine bag in his hand slipped to the ground unconsciously, and he murmured unconsciously: "This... How is it possible?!"

He was actually able to gain some insights from the boy's movements; he discovered that the other party's Eagle Claw skills were even better than his own.

But how is this possible? ! !

He was quite sure that the boy was just a beginner, and that his unfamiliarity with horse stance could not have been hidden from him.

But even so, the scene before him was difficult for him to understand, and he even felt it was very dreamy, as if he was in a dream.

Wang Yi finished his training and stood still, slightly closing his eyes to reflect on the past, muttering in his heart: "Yan Dao Palace... I really look forward to the opening of the other eight palaces..."

The Yandao Hall really did not disappoint him. After just one performance, his attainments in Eagle Claw Kung Fu far surpassed Yan Zhendong.

Even beyond the original barriers, a number of new moves have evolved. These moves are deeply engraved in the bones and become an instinctive existence, but after all, this is just a fighting technique, not a method of internal cultivation to strengthen oneself.

Unfortunately, the Tree of Nothingness was severely damaged and is now only one-star. The deduction of the Yandao Hall has its limits after all.

If one could combine the strengths of hundreds of martial arts schools, perhaps one could deduce a feasible way of cultivation to maximize the benefits of this true spirit projection.

After all, the strength of the true spirit projection can be fully fed back to the original body, so the stronger the strength, the better.

stomping on...

Wang Yi listened to the approaching footsteps, slowly opened his eyes and revealed a faint smile: "Master Yan is back..." As he said this, he staggered and almost fell.

Yan Zhendong hurriedly stepped forward to support Wang Yi, and helped him walk slowly into the pavilion. After both parties sat down, an expression of wanting to say something but stopping himself appeared on his face.

"Master Yan has been back for a while, right?" Wang Yi saw the other party's expression and smiled knowingly.

"Young Master... have you ever practiced martial arts before? Or have you ever practiced Eagle Claw Iron Shirt?"

"I have practiced martial arts for a period of time, and have also dabbled in Eagle Claw Kung Fu. However, I have been exploring on my own, and ultimately have not been able to enter the door of inner cultivation."

"Your attainment in Eagle Claw Kung Fu..." Yan Zhendong hesitated for a moment, feeling anxious and at a loss as to how to start.

He was very curious, why did the other party have such a deep attainment in Eagle Claw Kung Fu? Did he learn it by himself?
Wang Yi laughed at himself and gave a reasonable reason: "Haha... It can be regarded as an unexpected gain from lying in bed for sixteen years. It has given me a learning ability different from that of ordinary people."

Yan Zhendong scratched his head. This incomprehensible learning ability might be God's compensation to the young man. He coughed and said awkwardly, "Sir, well... I'm just a rough guy, I hope you don't mind..."

He had been paralyzed in bed for sixteen years, and was tortured by illness all the time. I really didn't know how he had managed to hold on until now? And his parents... He didn't dare to mention them at all, for fear of upsetting the boy in front of him.

Wang Yi shook his head and laughed: "People have to go through all kinds of tribulations in their lives. Just get through them. Reminiscing about past suffering will only deepen the trauma of the soul. Just keep moving forward... If you don't die, you will finally get what you want."

Yan Zhendong took a deep breath and suppressed the throbbing in his heart. Just based on this attitude towards his own suffering, the person in front of him will definitely have great achievements in the future. He stood up, clasped his fists, and said solemnly:

"Please wait a moment, young master. I will ask my servants to prepare the medicinal bath right away. This medicinal bath recipe is the secret of the Yan family. It has the amazing effect of strengthening the body, strengthening the bones and muscles, and strengthening the skin membrane. Combined with the unique training method passed down from generation to generation, young master will definitely become a Ming Jin warrior in a short time."

He glanced at the silver on the table, picked up the medicine bag and left without any reluctance.

In just a short time together, his heart was touched several times.

This made him give up the idea of ​​hiding something. If he followed the other person at ease, his future... might be more exciting.

Wang Yi sat alone in the pavilion, his mind racing with thoughts, muttering: "Dragon Snake... Tang Zichen... Wang Chao... Baliming... Ming Jin, An Jin, Hua Jin, Dan Jin, Gang Jin, Jian Shen Bu Hua..."

The method of inner cultivation may have always existed in this world, but it definitely has a limit. These memories in his brain have pointed out the way forward for him.

Gather the strengths of hundreds of schools, evolve the Dragon and Snake National Martial Arts, tap into one's own potential, and embark on a path of practice to bring all the great power to oneself.

The Chinese martial arts in my memory have certain similarities with the Qi and blood martial arts of the vast continent.

If one can blaze a trail through the art of Chinese martial arts in this world, then after returning to the main world, one will surely rise quickly and pursue even greater strength.

If you want to reverse the course of time and change your own misfortunes, you must have the strength to overcome everything.

(End of this chapter)