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Chapter 43 "Tiger Wine Qi and Blood Technique" You are Li Cunyi's great-grandson

Below the largest page, there are several other news items that would normally cause a sensation in Tianjin.

One of them was Shi Jianqiao's assassination of the warlord Sun, but she did not flee and was directly arrested and brought to justice.

However, he did not plead guilty, believing that avenging his father was in accordance with justice and was a matter of course, and demanded a fair trial.

The police can only detain him temporarily and will retry him soon.

Secondly, Japanese soldiers shot and killed six lay Buddhist monks.

Although the purpose was to shoot Chen Zhan, the murderer, the fact of the murder cannot be denied. The Buddhist community is not a rootless duckweed. Public opinion is raging and various newspapers have condemned it to varying degrees.

Thirdly, an abandoned bell tower one mile outside the Jushilin Temple collapsed, and Japanese Lieutenant Sanyo Johei died in a pool of blood.

The forensic autopsy took place almost simultaneously with the Lay Buddhist Association tragedy.

Since Sanyo Johei was a lieutenant in the army whom Itagaki Ichiro had secretly summoned, no one knew what had happened to Sanyo Johei or why he had died a mile away when Itagaki Ichiro died.

It has almost become an unsolved case.

The series of events that occurred at the Buddhist Lodge occupied all the pages.

Chen Zhan was in the cellar at that moment. He took a couple of sips of wine, then filled his hand with wine and touched it with a candle.

The fire spread instantly, engulfing both hands in flames. He quickly returned his hands and pressed them against the wound on his back.

"Sizzle~ Sizzle~ Sizzle!"

Then, with a surge of power, the fire and wine combined to create a strong, scorching force that seeped into the wound.

The muscles, bones, and skin on his back trembled, and his blood and qi were instantly heated up. As Chen Zhan continued to exert his strength, the blood and qi circulated back and forth in his back, becoming stronger and stronger.

"Little fox, pour me some wine."

"Ah! Pour the wine, pour the wine, where should I pour it?"

The little fox, who had been staring blankly, quickly got up, picked up the wine, and didn't know where to pour it.

"In my hands," Chen Zhan said with a smile.

The little fox made a few "oohs" sounds and poured the old wine down its back, wasting some, but most of it was absorbed by Chen Zhan.

Tiger Wine Qi and Blood Technique

This technique of stimulating qi and blood and promoting blood circulation was something he had read about in an ancient Taoist book, and he had never used it before, but the underlying principles were generally applicable.

The force is activated, and pressing specific acupoints can stimulate the flow of qi and blood. Adding strong liquor can further stimulate the flow of qi and blood. With the assistance of specific techniques, the qi and blood circulate back and forth, quickly stimulating the qi and blood in a certain area to its peak.

If tiger bone wine is used, the effect will be even better, as it can not only heal wounds but also increase blood and energy.

"Huh~!!"

Chen Zhan let out a long sigh, and a long white wisp of breath shot out into the cold night, like a knife or sword, traveling a distance of ten feet.

With mastery of the skill, one's breath becomes long and deep, and one's exhalation is like a sword.

After finishing his practice and putting on his clothes, he met the eyes of the fire fox, which were filled with admiration and fervor.

"Want to learn boxing?"

"Want to learn!"

"First, assume a horse stance."

"Ah good!"

The little fox jumped off the wooden plank, stood in a proper horse stance, and looked at Chen Zhan expectantly.

Chen Zhan shook his head and said, "Have you ever seen a horse?"

The little fox nodded. He had been wandering for many years, and horses weren't exactly rare sights these days.

"Horse stance, horse stance. A horse is moving, it is immortal. To squat in the horse stance, you must capture the spirit and form of a horse. You must think about how a horse runs and how it gallops."

As he spoke, Chen Zhan also assumed a horse stance.

Point your toes forward, in the same direction as your knees, let your hands rest naturally on your waist, lower your shoulders, bend your knees and squat down, with your center of gravity between your feet, the soles of your feet completely on the ground, and your toes slightly gripping the ground, feeling the pressure on the Yongquan acupoint.

Xingyi horse stance emphasizes calmness, stability, composure, and humility.

At this moment, Chen Zhan seemed to have transformed into an old steed. The little fox, standing closer, could see more clearly that Chen Zhan, this old horse, was still slightly undulating, his center of gravity rising and falling with the undulations.

His feet, however, were as steady as an old tree, firmly rooted to the ground. "Feeling the rise and fall of your center of gravity is the key to making it more stable. Just as an old tree has deep roots, a stable horse stance is essential for a solid foundation."

"Do you understand?" Chen Zhan asked in a deep voice.

"Mmm, I understand." The little fox said, mimicking Chen Zhan's movements in a very convincing way, and it really did capture some of the spirit of the character.

He could grasp the essence of the art after just one viewing; he was already a born genius at learning martial arts.

However, he was only a little over ten years old, too young, and his physique was not yet fully developed, so he could not learn advanced martial arts.

Practicing martial arts is not like cultivating Taoism or chanting Buddhist scriptures; the most devout practice begins with a young novice monk or Taoist acolyte.

If a person starts high-intensity training when their muscles, bones, and skin are still developing, they will not grow tall or strong, and their physical development will be slowed down.

Therefore, since ancient times, children raised in opera troupes and street performance troupes from a young age have generally not been tall, but rather short.

That means starting to practice martial arts too early, overworking the body, and damaging the foundation for development.

Chen Zhan said, "I will teach you another stance. Remember these two stances. Stand in each stance for no more than one hour a day. Do not do more than that, as it will be of no benefit and will be harmful!"

He spoke solemnly, and the little fox nodded seriously.

Chen Zhan then taught him a set of Tai Chi Hunyuan stances, corrected his movements, and after half an hour, his body felt warm, which was considered a basic introduction.

"Standing meditation is not about length, but about precision and concentration."

"Just practice these two stances. When I see you again, I'll know whether you've been serious or not."

He gave a few more instructions, saying that the dirty and messy environment didn't matter, and the two of them slept fully clothed.

The next morning, Chen Zhan woke him up. He carried a bundle of dry food on his back, along with the knife from the previous night, and the silver dollars hidden inside his cotton coat.

As he climbed out of the cellar, Chen Zhan gave his final instructions:

"You go first, I'll watch from a distance."

"Wait at the North Gate, find a merchant caravan going to the capital to ride with you, let them search you at the gate, it's fine."

"If you encounter robbers on the road, give them money or food if they ask for it."

The little fox nodded, then looked up at Chen Zhan with some reluctance and said, "Master, what if they want our lives?"

By this time, they had changed their tune, and Chen Zhan didn't pay any attention.

Chen Zhan raised an eyebrow and sneered, "If you want to live, I'll teach you a couple of moves."

"Master, please tell me quickly."

"The first trick is to say that you are the great-great-grandson of Li Cunyi and that you are going north to seek refuge with Grandpa Sun Lutang, so that he will spare your life."

"If this trick doesn't work, the second trick is to find a way to leave a message mark, and I'll avenge you."

The first move is practically invincible in the Northern martial arts world. Anyone who hears the names of these two masters, whether they believe it or not, would not dare to kill the little fox.

Given the status of these two grandmasters in the north, even the most powerful figures in the martial arts world would give them face. Why would they kill a little fox of this age?
This trick won't work; it's like you've run into a madman—no trick will work then.

"Okay, I understand."

The little fox chuckled awkwardly. He thought it was some kind of deadly move, and even pulled out a small knife from his sleeve, ready to practice.

"Alright, let's go. It's not a matter of life and death," Chen Zhan urged.

Neither of them were coy or pretentious; they walked one after the other, about a hundred feet apart, toward the north gate.

The north gate was already overcrowded with people. Because of the various checks and body searches, people were fine; if they didn't look like someone, they could be let go. But oxcarts, horse-drawn carts, and manure carts had to be checked one by one, and no one could be careless.

The Japanese gave a death order.

Chen Zhan watched from afar and did not approach. Most people's attention was drawn to the commotion at the city gate, and they did not notice him.

The little fox was not surprised. After waiting for half an hour, it successfully boarded a caravan carrying medicinal herbs and left the city.

Chen Zhan turned and left; he was going to do one last thing.

Eliminate the traitors!

P.S.: The trial run is almost over these past two days, so please keep reading as it will affect my chances of getting featured later.

(Those two are using their real names, which can be found online. You can search for them if you're interested. The major traitor should be fine; kill him as you please!)
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