Wu Sheng: I can adapt to evolution

Chapter 6: I Made a Mistake But...I Succeeded
"Chu's Martial Arts School."

Lu Ming looked up at the plaque hanging on a house and read it softly.

Although the Chu family martial arts school looked plain and unpretentious, it covered a vast area, approximately several acres. Some disciples, wearing short coats and with sturdy builds, occasionally came in and out of the gate, observing Lu Ming with curiosity.

Lu Ming was nearly thirty years old in his previous life, but in this life he looked less than twenty years old.

He was over seven feet tall. Although he was thin, his skin was fair and smooth, and his clothes were not rough. It was obvious that he was not from a poor family.

This is rare in the southern part of the city.

Among the three martial arts schools, Lu Ming finally chose Chu Xiong's.

The threshold for admission to the Yang Family Martial Arts School was too high, and there were always many inconveniences. Luo Ying, the Swift Knife, was an outsider after all, and even if he had taken root here, he must have offended many people because of his bravery and aggressiveness.

In comparison, the Chu family martial arts school has no threshold and is a local force. As long as you are willing to spend money, you can learn more.

"You want to learn boxing?"

Chu Xiong lived up to his name, possessing a rather imposing figure. Lu Ming wasn't short, but he was still a head shorter than him. Furthermore, his body was broad, his back like a bear's, yet he walked on tiptoe, swiftly moving like the wind, giving off a powerful, oppressive vibe.

"Greetings, Master Chu. My name is Lu Ming. I've heard that Master Chu's boxing skills are renowned far and wide, and I've admired them for a long time, so I've come here to learn from them."

Lu Ming bowed politely and spoke.

"Yes, the monthly fee is three taels. If you want to have a medicinal meal every day, you need to pay an additional five taels per month."

Chu Xiong didn't waste any words. He didn't care about Lu Ming's identity, background or qualifications, as long as he could afford the money.

"No problem. Here's sixteen taels of silver for two months of study."

Seeing Chu Xiong's performance, Lu Ming knew that he had come to the right place. As long as it can be solved with money, it is a small matter.

When Chu Xiong saw such a wealthy customer coming, a smile appeared on his stern face.

……

"In general, martial arts is nothing more than training strength, energy, and qi."

"The latter two are too far away for you. You need to lay a solid foundation and cultivate your strength. Only then will you have the opportunity to comprehend the power of muscles and bones in the future."

"In our Chu Clan Martial Arts School, the foundational martial arts we practice is called the High-Stance White Tiger Fist. It consists of 56 movements, encompassing both footwork and stance training, focusing on forward, backward, turning, shifting, covering, thrusting, and jumping steps."

For the sake of money, Chu Xiong taught boxing very attentively. Even though Lu Ming came to learn boxing at this age, in the eyes of many people he was already considered unteachable.

He explained and demonstrated at the same time.

Chu Xiong stood with his feet forward and backward, his body slightly bent, his back erect, and his arms stretched out, like a real tiger.

"call."

He exerted force with his right foot, lunged forward, grabbed forward with his claws, and then twisted his hips, swaying his body like a tiger wagging its tail.

"The movements of our boxing style emphasize floating, sinking, swallowing, spitting, bending, rising, flexing, and stretching..."

Chu Xiong's movements were not fast, but he demonstrated each move solidly. Even because he was shirtless, you could see the clear direction of his muscles with every movement.

Lu Ming also studied very seriously. He watched every change carefully and tried hard to memorize all the moves.

But it was obvious that his super-adaptive evolutionary ability did not allocate too much energy to the evolution of his brain. Perhaps learning did not seem to be related to survival, so he did not evolve the ability to remember everything he saw.

He didn't remember all of Chu Xiong's moves clearly. But Chu Xiong had expected this. After all, there were very few geniuses in this world who could learn martial arts quickly. Someone like him who waited until this age to learn martial arts was probably some wealthy family's young master who had just gotten the urge to do so.

"Today we will learn the first move, the tiger cub stretching its waist."

[High Posture White Tiger Fist] has a total of fifty-six moves. If this young master comes every day, he can still learn all the moves in two months.

"The so-called "young tiger stretching" is to imitate the posture of a young tiger, using the elbows, waist, abdomen, and thighs to stretch simultaneously. Look at my movements. This contraction and expansion connects the forces of these three parts. Not only can it increase strength, but it can also help you slowly understand how boxing is used to generate power."

Chu Xiong raised his arms high, twisted his waist and hips, and stood with his feet forward and backward.

He curled up, then stretched out, curled up again, and stretched out again.

Then the movements became faster and faster, and there was a faint tearing and whistling sound in the air.

"You try it."

Chu Xiong called Lu Ming, and Lu Ming also stood still, imitating Chu Xiong's movements.

"Raise your arms straight, tighten your waist, and at the moment of turning your hips, use your feet to exert force. You should feel like you are 'stretching' upwards. You can imagine how the power extends outward when a person stretches."

Lu Ming's movements were learned in a loose manner, with many mistakes, but a hint of surprise flashed in Chu Xiong's eyes.

This kid's movements are not very standard, but looking at the way his body is stretched, his muscles and bones are surprisingly flexible, as if he had undergone stretching training since childhood.

It's really strange, but someone who has laid a solid foundation since childhood seems to have no idea how to exert force.

"Okay, now move inward. You need to be like an umbrella, able to open and close."

Chu Xiong continued to correct Lu Ming's posture and found that the boy had a very good physical foundation and excellent flexibility, even a little too good.

"Now push outwards... then pull back... then push out again..."

Chu Xiong taught Lu Ming to practice several times. Although there were still many mistakes in his movements, he was able to do it pretty well.

After all, those who have just started practicing martial arts don't understand the tricks of integrating the power of various parts of the body, so they can only learn a vague posture. After practicing more and more, they will gradually learn how to generate power, and the movements will naturally become standard.

No matter how smart Lu Ming is, he is actually just average.

In my previous life, I only managed to get into a second-tier university with great difficulty. My memory and comprehension abilities were just around the average level.

But he was indeed very interested in martial arts, and even though he only learned one move today, he enjoyed practicing it.

In fact, he has saved a lot of energy compared to others. After all, in order to steal things these days, his body has gradually evolved to be soft and flexible, and even his spine has evolved again because it was broken by someone.

His muscles and bones can no longer be described as soft, they are exactly like those of a cat.

"call."

Lu Ming practiced over and over again, not knowing whether he had practiced dozens or a hundred times. Suddenly, he felt that the movements between stretching and contracting suddenly became extremely smooth.

Although his movements were still incorrect, his body had passively evolved to adapt to his movements, and the direction of the muscles around him naturally matched his movements.

He pushed and contracted outwards, and the air in his chest and abdomen was naturally squeezed out, making a low hissing sound.

Even the fist became several times stronger when it was stretched outward.

"Hey, am I done?"

(End of this chapter)