Under the fist

Chapter 49: Eating a Tiger Makes You a Tiger, Li Da Presents a Book

A large pot, filled with a roaring fire, simmers chunks of tiger meat, bones and all, together.

The broth was boiling and bubbling, emitting a strange fishy smell and a pungent meaty aroma.

Not only meat, but also internal organs and intestines are placed inside.

The large iron pot, 1.2 meters in diameter, was not only full, but also protruded high, like a mountain of meat.

But meat tastes like meat; smelling it and tasting it are two completely different things, especially since it's just boiled in water with salt. In Li Da's words, the spices used in cooking are more or less mixed with medicinal properties, which would taint the tiger meat. Boiling it in plain water is the purest way to cook it.

As a result, Lian Youming almost vomited after taking a bite of the fishy smell. It was also slightly sour and extremely difficult to chew, almost like tough beef.

However, after thinking about it, Lian Youming gritted his teeth and swallowed it down.

Tigers are valuable from head to toe, especially wild ones that prey on various wild animals in the mountains. These animals have different diets; some eat blood, while others feed on rare flowers and herbs or aged medicinal plants. In this ever-evolving food chain, everything eventually ends up in the mouth of the king of beasts.

To a certain extent, this animal absorbs almost all the life essence of a mountain, which is why people regard the tiger as having a "pure yang body" and call it "mountain king".

Lian Youming remembered that the method of dietary supplementation took this as its essence, which was "a tiger devours the world to strengthen its qi." Moreover, the ending also said that this method could "eat tigers to become tigers and drink dragons to become dragons," which means that it supplements the essence of dragons and tigers to strengthen one's body.

Lian Youming is currently covered in injuries, his foundation is weak, and his body is empty. He is in dire need of such a great tonic, so Li Da chopped the entire tiger into pieces, each piece with bones, flesh, and tendons connected. He also chopped off half of the spine and added the five internal organs to cook such a large pot.

There was only one thing: Li Da had taken the tiger penis with him.

Lian Youming sat in the courtyard. He was still in Jilin and was too badly injured to move. He could only recover first. Li Da found him a place where hikers could rest when they entered the mountains. There was no one else around for miles.

Looking at the pot of steaming, glistening tiger meat, Lian Youming didn't care about the taste. He picked up a large piece of meat from the pot and began to gnaw on it with gusto.

As he ate, he didn't forget to activate the "Three Yin Earthly Fiend Force," his breath surging as he swallowed it into his stomach, constantly dispersing the essence in the tiger meat, and even accelerating the peristalsis of his intestines.

He ate for over two hours straight, and Lian Youming's stomach swelled up.

He digested it quickly, his whole body was flushed with heat, his face was rosy, and his eyes were bloodshot. Knowing that his energy was too strong, he simply took off his shirt and started practicing his fists and feet in the yard. He didn't care about each move or stance, just to release the heat in his body. His moves were unrestrained, and he used all kinds of fighting techniques, grappling techniques, or any fighting methods he had seen in the past. He was extremely wild and there was no rule or method in the way.

After practicing for more than half an hour, Lian Youming stopped and, without saying a word, crawled into the latrine.

After emptying his stomach, he washed his hands, sat down by the iron pot, and began sucking out the marrow and bones, gnawing on the meat and chewing the tendons.

Basically, you eat your fill, then train, then go to the toilet to empty your stomach, then eat again, and then train again.

Without any outside interference, Lian Youming simmered that pot of tiger meat for six days and six nights. Except for resting at night, he ate this stuff every day, making him feel like he was dying.

But the changes are also enormous.

In six days, almost all of his wounds had healed and scabbed over. His whole body seemed to radiate an unusual glow, his hair was like spears, shiny and black, and his weight no longer increased strangely. It was probably because the Golden Bell Cover kept his muscles wrapped inside. His figure was more slender than before, his waist was thinner, but he was also more ferocious.

Lian Youming even drank the soup in the pot. It tasted sour, fishy, ​​and foul, even worse than swill.

Only after all that remained of the tiger was its skin and bones, and Lian Youming slept for two more days, did Li Da reappear.

"You ate it all?"

Looking at the pot that was almost burning through, Li Da's smile faltered.

That's several hundred pounds of tiger meat, and it was all gone in a week.

Lian Youming was taken aback. "Didn't you say this stuff is very nourishing and that eating more of it would be good for me?" Li Da frowned slightly, but then looked at Lian Youming's current appearance with even more surprise. "Your aura has changed quite a bit. You're almost at the level of Ming Jin, with hair like spears and a body like lead. Did you get that from eating it?"

Lian Youming changed into the clothes Li Da had brought him. Of course, he couldn't tell anyone that he had a "Golden Bell Cover" technique, a secret that no one knew, a trump card in martial arts novels.

No, Yan Lingyun also knows.

This should be a secret between the two of them.

Li Da was proficient in various schools of martial arts and familiar with countless fighting techniques and variations, yet he couldn't see through Lian Youming's true abilities. How could Lian Youming possibly reveal it himself?

It's time to go back to Tarim.

After changing into a white shirt and green military trousers, Lian Youming packed up the tiger skin and tiger bones, along with the meat he had used to make soup and gnaw on, as well as the two large yellow croakers and a bag of large pearls...

This trip not only allowed me to break through two levels of the Golden Bell Shield, but also gave me the Spring Kick skill, and I learned about so many different fighting styles. I truly gained a lot.

Lian Youming asked, "How is it on the mountain?"

Li Da said softly, "The White Lotus Sect blew up several entrances to the underground fortress, burying everything inside."

Lian Youming sighed, "What a pity."

Li laughed and said, "The reason they were able to blow it up so decisively is probably because there's another entrance, which might be related to the tomb deep inside."

Lian Youming wanted to ask a few more questions, but seeing that Li Da seemed unwilling to say more, he had no choice but to give up, picked up his packed things, and prepared to return to Tahe.

Perhaps Li Daliang had a change of heart, because this time they didn't travel day and night on foot, but instead took a truck heading north.

On the way back, Lian Youming asked curiously, "Brother Li, I heard those people say that only top experts who have preserved their essence and energy to a certain age will encounter the tribulation of dissipated power. Could you tell me how old your senior brother is now?"

Li Da smiled faintly and said, "Eighty-three years old."

Lian Youming was stunned for a moment, "Then your master?"

Li Da didn't hide anything. He sat cross-legged in the back of the cart and said gently, "I've never met my master. I'm a disciple that my senior brother took in on behalf of our master after he turned sixty. My master's surname is Li, and he is a grandmaster of the 'Bajiquan' sect... Seeing that you don't know anything, I'll give you a few books another day. They contain a basic introduction to various sects and schools... Oh, and I'll give you something good."

"what?"

Lian Youming stood in the truck bed, constantly shifting his center of gravity with the springy leg posture. His muscles rotated rapidly around his spine, but his body remained motionless, like a horse stance, training and stabilizing his lower body.

Then Li Da took out a novel with a nearly worn-out cover from his pocket and tossed it over.

Lian Youming took it and his eyes widened immediately. It was actually "Journey to the West".

Li Da said slowly, "This is a good thing. It was given to me by my senior brother years ago. It was handwritten. Now I'm giving it to you as a token of our fate to travel together. If you eventually return to the secular world, this may be our last meeting. We may never see each other again in our lives."

Lian Youming flipped through it and discovered that the novel was indeed handwritten, stroke by stroke. "Is there something special about this thing?"

Li laughed and said, "Yes. But I can't say it outright. You have to figure it out yourself. If you can see things that ordinary people can't, you'll be able to beat Xue Hen in three to five years. But if you can't see them, you might only be able to linger between the three levels of strength before you turn thirty-five, wasting your life."

Upon hearing this, Lian Youming carefully put it away.

"Xue Hen? I'll beat him to death."

(End of this chapter)