C8 Intense Yang Energy

Wu Tie taught him how to cultivate inner strength and then gave the Secret Manual to Ming Fengqiu for him to look at for himself. This was his first time choosing inner strength, and all of them required him to comprehend it on his own.

It was just like how people raised hundreds of different kinds of people. With the same kind of cultivation technique, each person had different experiences or achievements. Mingyan herself began to practice inner strength.

Speaking of that, the people of this era always had a lot of respect towards the strong, and becoming strong was their greatest wish. Even if they had no hope of becoming an existence at the peak in their lives, they would not slack off because of that.

Most of the business in the family was managed by Papa Qiu. The older brother and Brother-in-law only ran around to find good things for Papa Qiu when they were with Ming Fengqiu. Now, they almost never left home and it was common for them to stay in seclusion for one or two months.

Occasionally, older brother and Brother-in-law would even enter the Mount Daqing. After training for a period of time, father would also enter the mountain, but the three of them almost never asked about the trivial matters of life at home.

He curiously asked Papa Qiu. Papa Qiu smiled and told him: "Whether they are warriors or masters, they have cultivated more inner strength to this level so they can guarantee a little more. When Fengqiu grows up, they will understand."

"Why isn't Daddy cultivating?"

"Because Daddy knows his own limitations!" Ye Zichen blinked mischievously, "There has to be someone taking care of the family, so Daddy has to take care of the family and all of you."

At that time, Ming Fengqiu was a little surprised, his dad sacrificed a lot for the family.

If an ordinary person was not sick or suffering from disasters, they would be able to live for a hundred years. Warriors who were lucky enough to cultivate inner strength could extend their lifespan from the level of their inner strength to one hundred and fifty years. This was also the reason why Ming Qiu was still able to give birth when he was sixty years old.

For example, his father, who had already reached level 10 in inner strength, could live for one or two hundred years without a problem, so his brother and Brother-in-law were both forty-five years old and looked like twenty years old young men. Especially Brother-in-law, who looked like a monster.

Training was the key to cultivating the tens of millions of dollars in the path of martial dao.

Ming Fengqiu caught the Secret Manual and ran back to his own small courtyard. He entered the gigantic training room that was specially prepared for him to train. Although there were only five people in Ming Family, there were a lot of servants in the house.

In order to cultivate the next generation's self-control, after the child turns five, he has to separate a small courtyard to live in, Ming Fengqiu moved out of his father's yard when he was three years old. He didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night and hear or see some discordant scenes.

He sat cross-legged on the praying mat and looked at the Secret Manual. The so-called inner strength, first required him to familiarize himself with the lines and patterns of the Qi circulation on his body, and then he would have to practice the movements of the Secret Manual.

His choice of the Scorching Sun Force and the set of palm techniques with the Scorching Sun Force was not difficult to execute. From what he could see, the way the Qi was circulating was something he remembered very carefully and was afraid of making a mistake.

He stood up, took a deep breath, and slowly and clumsily hit the Fierce Sun Palm again. He felt his whole body become warm, especially his palms. He could clearly feel the heat in the air.

Interesting!

After hitting it again, indeed, the tender palm had already turned pink.

He practiced palm techniques over and over again, the bigger the better.

He remembered that the class monitor who had taught him Taiji Fist had never taught him how to do things when he was practicing tai chi. Instead, they practiced together and the two had to spend half a year before they could be in the same posture.

At the time, he had asked why he did not correct his actions.

The old class monitor said, "Punch him a thousand times, show what you mean."

As such, Ming Fengqiu did not follow the steps set up by the Secret Manual. Instead, after looking at his posture, he casually struck out.

The initial flow of heat in his body flowed through his body along a predetermined route, from warm to hot, and from the gossamer to finer, this was inner strength!

Because of Ming Fengqiu, the temperature inside the room rose sharply. In the early spring, it gave people a feeling of warmth in the middle of summer.

Ming Fengqiu performed the same set of palm techniques tirelessly. After an unknown period of time, when he was done, he realized how hungry he was! So dirty!

His clothes were stained with sweat and stank of black.

He ran to the training room and discovered that someone had already prepared a large bathtub, a set of clean clothes, and a set of dishes that were still warm on the stove!

He ate all sorts of food. He had never felt that his family's chef was so considerate! He ate the light side dish and the hot rice porridge cleanly and jumped into the bath barrel to wash himself clean. He discovered that his originally tender skin had turned freaking pink! Depressed! Why would a little brat like him have skin as tender as Jia Baoyu's!?

This made Ming Fengqiu, who called himself a tough guy, very sad and indignant. He was determined to train his body to the physique of his previous life! At least, he shouldn't be so sissy!