All Heavens: Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts Starting from the Republic of China

Chapter 37 Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound

With a thought, Fu Ze infused the Heavenly Decree with a wisp of spiritual energy, connecting his thoughts with it.

next moment.

Purple smoke swirled before his eyes, transforming into lines of text.

[The officer is ordered to kill Zhou Xie.]

[Target identified: Human martial artist.]

[Does not meet the conditions for Heavenly Dao Points decomposition.]

[No Heavenly Dao Points will be awarded this time.]

As expected, there wasn't one!

Fu Ze wasn't surprised.

He had a vague suspicion before that, although it was supernatural, it was clearly not an evil entity that encouraged him to kill indiscriminately.

If killing someone can earn Heavenly Dao Points, then this thing isn't some kind of opportunity, but rather a demonic artifact that forces people to become evil.

"It seems that only non-human things such as ghosts, zombies, and demons can be decomposed into Heavenly Dao Points."

Fu Ze thought to himself.

"Alright."

"At least I don't have to worry about turning into a murderous maniac for points."

He looked up and glanced at Zhou Xie's corpse not far away.

As a master of martial arts, this person possessed unparalleled skill and should have been respected, established a school, and passed on the torch of martial arts.

However, he willingly became a lackey, killing people indiscriminately.

He eventually died in a dilapidated temple, which can be considered as karmic retribution.

Fu Ze regained his composure and continued looking.

The Heavenly Dao Points remain at five.

No change.

He wasn't discouraged.

After all, the real gain tonight wasn't actually the Heavenly Dao Points.

Instead, he personally murdered a Baguazhang master who had reached the peak of his internal energy transformation!

Although the methods used were not exactly honorable.

He first pretended to be a simple internal energy martial artist and was suppressed by Zhou Xie. Then he used a Divine Fire Spell to attack at close range, and finally Zhao Rui finished him off with dual pistols.

But in a life-or-death struggle, what is there to be glorious or dishonorable about?

Survival is the most important thing.

What's more, he also received a handwritten note on Xingyi Quan (a style of Chinese martial arts) personally given to him by Li Junfeng.

That contains the essence of three generations of boxing practice from the Li family of Shen County, Jizhou!

Fu Ze touched the notebook in his pocket, feeling a warmth in his heart.

"Bajiquan is powerful and fierce, Xingyiquan is ruthless. If we can complement each other, my Chinese martial arts may be able to advance further."

……

Silent all night.

The rain stopped the next morning.

After the rain, mist rises from the mountains.

The grass and trees outside the dilapidated temple were washed clean and lush, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of soil and grass.

Zhou Xie's body has already been buried by the crowd.

It wasn't out of pity for him.

However, the weather is hot, and it's not good for the body to rot here.

Liao Xibai stood at the temple gate, gazing at the distant mountains with a calm expression.

But Fu Zene could sense that Mr. Liao's expression had become more serious.

Gui Daozi is still alive, which remains a potential threat.

Moreover, since the other party knows Liao Xibai's whereabouts, it means that the road ahead will definitely not be peaceful.

Yu Mingzi also understood this principle.

He straightened his Taoist robe, slung his bag over his shoulder, and bowed to Fu Ze and Liao Xibai.

"This humble Taoist priest will now depart from here, and bid you farewell for the time being."

Fu Ze nodded.

"Take care on your journey, Taoist priest."

Li Junfeng, Feng Xuan, and Zhao Rui also wished each other well.

Yu Mingzi smiled.

"Don't worry, although I am not a great master, ordinary evil spirits and demons cannot do anything to me."

After speaking, he looked at Liao Xibai with a solemn expression.

"Mr. Liao, I need to return to Mount Luofu first to report the corpse disaster in Fuling County, as well as the matter of Gui Daozi and Zhou Xie, to my master."

"Once this matter is settled, I will come as soon as possible to meet with you all."

Liao Xibai returned the greeting with clasped hands.

"Master Yumingzi is very kind."

"If Mount Luofu is willing to help, I, Liao, will remember it. If there is any inconvenience, I will not force you."

Yu Mingzi shook his head.

"In chaotic times, evil spirits run rampant, and the people suffer. If Taoist cultivators merely shut themselves away to cultivate immortality, what kind of path are they cultivating?"

"This humble Taoist takes his leave."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Mingzi seemed to suddenly remember something.

He reached into his cloth bag and rummaged around for a moment, then pulled out a thick stack of yellow talismans and handed them to Fu Ze.

Fu Ze was taken aback.

"Master, what is this?"

Yu Mingzi smiled and stuffed the talisman into his hand.

"These are all the talismans I had with me when I came down the mountain. Some don't have any inscriptions yet, so feel free to use them as you like. Some are already drawn on, and there are all sorts of types. Use them sparingly, don't just scatter them like beans."

Fu Ze looked down at the stack of talismans in his hand, feeling moved.

He was a sorcerer himself, so he knew that this thing looked light and airy, but it was actually not easy at all.

Good talismans require carefully selected materials, consecration, and nurturing with magical power.

The talismans that have been drawn in advance must be made with cinnabar, spirit ink, rooster blood, black dog blood, etc., and can only be put to paper after burning incense and calming the mind at a specific time.

Although the effects of such talismans are fixed, they are not as versatile as improvisation.

But this is a properly drawn talisman, complete with the five elements: talisman head, talisman spirit, talisman body, talisman core, and talisman tail. Every stroke is connected to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, making its power far greater than that of an impromptu talisman!

After giving this stack of talismans to himself, Yu Mingzi probably won't have many left.

Fu Ze said solemnly.

"Master, this is too precious. Keep it for your own protection."

Yu Mingzi waved his hand.

"I'll take the main road, and once I enter the city, I'll take the train back to Luofu Mountain. There are stations, people, and government offices along the way; why would I need so many talismans?"

"As for you, escorting Mr. Liao to Jinling, who knows how many troubles you'll encounter along the way. Gui Daozi is still alive, and who knows how many evil sects are lurking in the shadows. These things are more useful to you than to me."

Fu Ze remained silent for a moment, then carefully put the talisman away.

He bowed respectfully to Yu Mingzi.

"I will remember your kindness, Daoist Master."

Yu Mingzi laughed and scolded.

"Why make it sound so serious? I'm just making an investment in advance. Once you become a true great cultivator, I'll come back to collect some interest from you."

"Besides, this thing isn't that complicated. It's just a lot of work and time. You're always busy, and when you finally have some free time, you can't just do as much as you want."

Fu Ze smiled too.

"Alright. Don't complain about the low interest rate when the time comes, Daoist Master."

"That depends on how well you do in the future."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Yu Mingzi sighed softly.

"Young friend Fu, you are exceptionally talented and act with ruthless efficiency. However, the journey to Jinling is fraught with peril. Remember, never act recklessly."

Fu Ze smiled.

"Don't worry, Daoist Master. I value my life very much."

Yu Mingzi nodded.

"That's good. Okay, now it's really time to go."

He waved his whisk, turned around, and left along another mountain path.

The blue Taoist robe quickly disappeared into the mountain mist.

Fu Ze watched his retreating figure, feeling a mix of emotions.

But soon, Liao Xibai's voice rang out.

"Gentlemen, it's time for us to go."

……

To avoid pursuers, the group stopped taking the official road.

Although the official road was flat and wide, and there were many post stations and villages, it was too conspicuous.

Someone of Liao Xibai's status would be in danger if he were targeted by someone with ulterior motives, who would set ambushes from all sides and try to kill him.

So after discussing it, everyone decided to take a detour along the mountain path, cross the mountains, and then head towards Jinling.

This journey will be much more arduous.

The mountain road was rugged and overgrown with vegetation.

In some places, there are no roads at all.

Li Junfeng had to lead the way, Zhao Rui brought up the rear, Feng Xuan Laodao protected Liao Xibai, and Fu Ze roamed around the flanks of the group.

All of them were experts, so they weren't afraid of traveling.

Despite his illness, Liao Xibai remained resolute and did not utter a single complaint.

This made Fu Ze admire him even more.

Those who achieve great things are not just good at talking.

Traveling during the day.

Rest at night.

On the first night, the group stopped by a mountain stream.

Zhao Rui went to survey the terrain nearby, Li Junfeng started a fire, and Daoist Feng Xuan set up a simple warning array.

Liao Xibai leaned against a large rock and closed his eyes to rest.

Fu Ze sat by the fire and opened the yellowed Xingyi Quan manual.

On the first page of the manuscript were written a few words—"Li's True Meaning and Expression."

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, as if carved by a knife or axe.

Fu Ze only glanced at it, but felt a sharp aura rush towards him.

He continued reading.

Xingyiquan is not about fancy moves.

The Five Elements Fist consists of chopping, striking, drilling, cannoning, and horizontal striking.

The twelve animals are: dragon, tiger, monkey, horse, alligator, rooster, swallow, hawk, snake, tigress, eagle, and bear.

But the real key to mastering the art lies not in the techniques, but in the integrated power.

Chicken leg, dragon body, bear shoulder, tiger holding head, eagle claw, thunder.

The six directions are unified, and the whole body is like a great spear.

The gun fires in a single line.

A punch that strikes an inch.

Fu Ze was engrossed in watching.

He himself practices Bajiquan.

Bajiquan emphasizes explosive and sudden attacks, close-quarters combat, and explosive power. Once close, the shoulder, elbow, fist, and hip can all injure the opponent.

Xingyiquan is even more direct and integrated.

It's more like a spear thrusting forward with force.

Pierce to the furthest point.

Rising like the wind, falling like an arrow, even defeating them is too slow!

Both Bajiquan and Xingyiquan are powerful and fierce, yet they have subtle differences.

Bajiquan is a close-range explosion, it's explosive.

Xingyi (形意) is characterized by straight lines and penetrating force.

One looks like a cannon, and the other looks like a gun.

"If only we could combine them..."

Fu Ze's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He stood up, went to the open space by the stream, and slowly assumed the Three-Body Stance.

Left hand in front, right hand hidden behind, front foot with a mix of feint and real stance, back foot as if nailed to the ground.

He was a little awkward when he first set it up.

After all, the innate stance of Bajiquan is somewhat different from the Santishi stance of Xingyiquan.

Li Junfeng was resting with his eyes closed by the fire.

Upon seeing this, he slightly opened his eyes.

He didn't speak.

I just watched quietly.

Fu Ze lowered his shoulders and elbows, and tucked his chest and straightened his back.

He adjusted his body little by little, following the instructions in the journal.

The head is upright, and the tailbone is straight.

Its legs are like a chicken's, with the front foot seemingly stepping and the back foot seemingly kicking.

With a slight twist of the spine, it resembles the nine curves of a dragon's body.

His shoulders and back were relaxed yet contained a profound strength, like a bear crouching in the mountains.

With one hand in front of the other, fingertips slightly outstretched, like an eagle's claws about to strike.

This position is not comfortable.

After a short while, Fu Ze felt his thighs ache, his back felt hot, and it felt like there were two pieces of iron rubbing against his shoulder blades.

But he didn't move.

He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the mountain stream, the sound of the night wind blowing through the leaves, and the sound of his own blood and qi flowing through his body.

Gradually.

He calmed down.

His breathing became thinner and longer.

At one point, Fu Ze suddenly exhaled, uttering a low syllable.

The sound wasn't loud.

But the chest cavity, abdominal cavity, nasal cavity, and throat seemed to vibrate slightly at the same time.

This is not an ordinary vocalization.

Instead, it uses sound to drive the energy, and the energy to drive the bones.

He had already mastered the Bajiquan technique of "Hum and Ha Qi," and had understood the secret of using sound to vibrate the blood, qi, tendons, and bone marrow.

Looking at the secrets of Xingyi Quan again now, I suddenly feel a sense of enlightenment.

"I see."

"The so-called thunderous roar of tigers and leopards is not simply opening their mouths to roar."

"Instead, let the sound come from the bones, roll through the spine, and vibrate out from the internal organs."

"The sound is like muffled thunder, cleansing and refining one's very bones."

Fu Ze understood immediately.

He began to practice boxing slowly.

Chopping Fist.

His hand rose like an axe, and fell like a mountain collapsing.

Bengquan (崩拳).

Advancing straight ahead along the center line, with the force of a spear.

Drill punch.

Like a dragon lurking in the water, it flips upwards.

Cannon Fist.

Its fiery nature is explosive; its punches are like explosions.

Horizontal fist.

The earth element is heavy and powerful, capable of intercepting and killing enemies horizontally.

Once, twice, three times...

The movements are very slow.

It even looks a bit clumsy.

But Li Junfeng's gaze grew increasingly serious.

Because he could see that Fu Ze was changing every time he played.

The first time, I was just imitating the form.

On the second try, I had already grasped the knack.

On the third time, I actually felt a faint trace of the integrated power of Xingyi Quan between my waist, hips, shoulders, and back.

What kind of enlightenment is this?

Li Junfeng was deeply shaken.

He practiced boxing from a young age and received personal instruction from a master in his clan. It took him a year of hard work to truly grasp the secrets of the Three-Body Stance.

Fu Ze only spent half an hour reading the notes!

"monster."

Li Junfeng had been holding it in for a long time, but could only manage to utter these two words.

……

For the next three days, the group traveled during the day and rested at night.

Fu Ze practices Xingyi Quan every night.

On the first night, he practiced the Five Elements Fist.

On the second night, he practiced the tiger and leopard forms from the twelve forms.

On the third night, he began to really try.

Deep in the mountains and forests, the moonlight was cold and clear.

Fu Ze stood under an old pine tree, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his spine like a dragon, his shoulders and back slightly hunched, looking like a tiger about to pounce.

He didn't shout.

Simply inhale and let the breath sink into your dantian.

Then there was a sudden jolt.

"Waaah..."

A very deep voice came from his chest and abdomen.

It was like a tiger crouching deep in a cave, growling softly.

It was like muffled thunder rolling across the distant horizon.

The sound was not loud, but it was deep and powerful.

This is the real [Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound]!

Immediately afterwards, the muscles in his back, shoulder blades, and thigh fascia all began to tremble slightly at the same time.

On the skin's surface, the fine hairs stand on end.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from the pores, then were shaken by the force and turned into a fine mist.

Fu Ze felt his blood and qi churning inside his body.

The internal strength that had already been cultivated in the limbs seemed to be drawn by the shockwave of the thunderous sound, and began to spread deep into the back, shoulders, and thighs.

Click.

Click click.

His shoulder blades, spine, and femur emitted extremely faint cracking sounds.

It's not an injury.

Rather, it is a slight ringing sound produced after the muscles and bones are penetrated by force.

Fu Ze suddenly opened his eyes.

Push off with your foot!

It pounced out in a tiger-like motion.

He descended the mountain like a tiger, his hands clasped together and tore, creating a crisp sound as if the air itself was being ripped apart.

Immediately afterwards, the leopard form took over.

His body contracted and sprang forward, his spine like a bow, his fists like arrows.

boom!