Starting with photographic memory, I've worked my way up to become a martial arts immortal.

"First, study the first few diagrams of the boxing manual thoroughly. It doesn't matter if you can't remember the names. Just memorize the correspondence between each bone in the diagram and your own body. This is very important."

Seemingly noticing Jiang Yuan's confusion, Wei Chong raised his head and said.

He hopped onto the stool, sat up straight, and started reading a book.

Jiang Yuan nodded thoughtfully, guessing some of the intentions. He glanced to the side and saw Wei Chong holding a book that looked like a comic book, reading it with great interest.

He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, thinking to himself that all children in the world are the same.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a package wrapped in oil paper, and handed it over.

"Third senior brother, here you go."

Wei Chong was engrossed in what he was looking at when he was interrupted, and his face showed some displeasure: "What is this?"

"Candied hawthorn berries".

Wei Chong grinned, then glanced at the door with a guilty look, jumped off the stool, ran over and bolted the door.

He walked over and patted Jiang Yuan on the shoulder: "Junior Brother Jiang, you're very good. You can ask me if you don't understand anything later. But don't tell my dad about this. He doesn't allow me to eat candy, saying that it's bad for my teeth at my age."

"I will definitely keep quiet." Jiang Yuan nodded solemnly.

Wei Chong was very satisfied with this attitude, and his goodwill towards him increased.

Jiang Yuan regained his composure and focused his attention back on the book, his eyes scanning over every pattern and word.

A moment later, he closed his eyes, and a three-dimensional skeleton that was glowing appeared in his mind.

"This photographic memory is really useful."

He sighed inwardly. He could memorize things that others spent countless efforts to remember in such a short time, and he could arrange and combine them in his mind at will. People would be extremely envious if he told them.

[Study experience points +1]

Jiang Yuan's eyes flickered slightly. He had been so busy lately that he hadn't read a book in a long time.

Turning to the next page, several muscle-like patterns appeared before my eyes...

As time passed, a human figure composed of skeleton and muscles gradually appeared in his mind, slowly rotating.

[Study experience points +1]

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"Is this to help me understand human anatomy before learning stance training, so I can master it more quickly?"

Jiang Yuan nodded to himself, turned to one-third of the way through the book, and finally the diagram of stance training appeared.

He was immediately alerted, noticing that each movement was marked with the direction of force exerted by the bones and muscles.

"The illustrations are so detailed that I feel I could learn this set of stance training techniques just by reading this book."

Jiang Yuan's eyes gleamed with confidence, his confidence soaring.

Half an hour later, after reading the last word, forty-eight little figures appeared in his mind, constantly practicing stance training.

This is the Forty-Eight Forms of Crane Stance Exercise.

He continuously revised the illustrations in the book, making the movements of the little figures more standardized and fluid.

【Crane-Style Stance Exercise (Beginner 1/100)】

A line of text formed by mist appeared in my field of vision.

"Phew...it's done!"

Jiang Yuan let out a long breath, his heart filled with excitement.

He scanned the room and found that Wei Chong had left sometime earlier and had disappeared to who knows where.

This suited him perfectly. He finished reading the thick book in just over half an hour and even memorized everything. His progress was nothing short of phenomenal.

If word gets out, people might have other thoughts besides envy.

Jiang Yuan stood up and saw that the room was spacious enough for him to practice the stance training he had just learned.

He had barely used his first move when he realized things weren't so simple.

Many of the ways of exerting force are completely contrary to common sense, making the movements very difficult to complete.

"This skill is even more difficult than I expected!"

The little figure in his mind could perform the movements smoothly and effortlessly, but when it came to him, his limbs stiffened, and he bounced around in place like a big monkey, without any of the original charm of the Crane Stance Technique.

There's a saying that goes, "You can think it, but your body can't," and this is exactly the case.

For anything to succeed, it must be filled with setbacks.

No matter how much you know in your mind, if you don't put it into practice, it's all just castles in the air.

Jiang Yuan understood the situation and was not discouraged. He focused on practicing, and large beads of sweat instantly appeared on his face. The feeling of exhaustion kept assaulting his senses.

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Two hours later.

"Splash!"

The door was pushed open, and Wei Chong rushed in excitedly, shouting, "Junior Brother Jiang, dinner's ready! How's the boxing manual coming along?"

"Huh, what are you doing!" He was stunned by what he saw.

Upon hearing the noise, Jiang Yuan's stance instantly went awry. His energy dissipated, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"Third senior brother... I'm trying to practice stance training," he said breathlessly.

Wei Chong rushed over, his voice panicked: "Who told you to practice like that? If you don't control your movements and breathing properly, you'll damage your foundation! New disciples must practice under Father's watchful eye!"

"Why didn't you say so sooner!" Jiang Yuan exclaimed in surprise.

"Didn't I say that?" Wei Chong asked anxiously, trying to pull Jiang Yuan up. "Oh, this isn't the time to talk about this. Get up and come with me to find your father to give you a checkup."

"Okay, I'll do it myself." Jiang Yuan gritted his teeth, got up, and dragged his exhausted body out of the house.

Wei Chong, walking ahead, looked terrified and muttered, "Oh no, I've messed up. If Father finds out, he'll definitely beat me to death again."

"Third Senior Brother, I just practiced for a while, I should be fine."

Jiang Yuan calmed down and realized that his movements and breathing were strictly in accordance with the boxing manual, and he did not feel any other abnormality in his body.

However, this also served as a warning to him: it is best to be extremely cautious when facing the unknown, otherwise one can easily fall into an abyss if one is not careful.

He was also glad that he hadn't been lazy or slacked off, and that his practice was fairly standard in all aspects.

"What do you know? You can't detect many internal injuries at all. By the time you find out, it's too late!"

Wei Chong shook his head. "By the way, do you feel any chest tightness, shortness of breath, or nausea?"

"no."

"That's good, no one will die."

Soon they arrived at the outer courtyard. Groups of two or three disciples walked toward the kitchen, while most huddled against the wall, eating the food they had brought themselves. These people hadn't paid an extra tael of silver.

"Liang Shen, have you seen my father?" Wei Chong asked, grabbing one of his disciples.

Liang Shen was a large, burly man with thick, unruly eyebrows. He mumbled, "Master is inside."

Wei Chong nodded and quickly walked past with Jiang Yuan.

"Judging from Third Senior Brother's appearance, has he gotten into trouble again?"

"Who knows? Maybe it has something to do with the new kid."

"Do you think it might be this kid practicing his skills haphazardly? Didn't we see a case like that last time? I heard Master lost a lot of money afterward."

Several disciples passing by watched the two disappear into the house and whispered among themselves.

Liang said in a deep voice, "Alright, stop gossiping behind people's backs. You should focus on practicing your boxing."

"You country bumpkin, lecturing me? Have you even learned your lesson yourself?" a man in brocade robes sneered.

Liang Shen clenched his fists, said nothing more, and walked away with his head down.

Inside the room, Wei Xuan was sitting in a grand chair, drinking tea.

Wei Chong rushed inside, his face contorted with grief, and cried out, "Father!"

Wei Xuan's hand trembled, and he raised his eyelids:

"You've gotten into trouble again?"