C7 Training Field Test

"Yun Fei, you have broken through to the Mid Martial Disciple? ............ Zhong Hu saw Yun Fei shaking his head in dissatisfaction, and he was speechless.

" Yes, Uncle Zhong. I opened more than a dozen acupuncture points this morning. I was afraid that I would faint, so I didn't open more. After that, I advanced to the intermediate stage. "

Yun Fei seemed to be a little embarrassed. He gave Zhong Hu a thumbs up and said, "Uncle Zhong is still brave. A casual strike from him is more than a thousand jun."

Zhong Hu felt a black line on his forehead. He roared in his heart, "This abnormal monster. Two days. No, it should be one day and one morning. From the Qi Gatherer cultivation to the opening of acupuncture points and advancing to the intermediate Martial Disciple, is he still human? He still said that he wouldn't dare to open more! "

"What a monster! He even praised me for being brave! Back then, when I started cultivating Qi Gatherer to the Mid Martial Disciple, it took me more than three months!"

Zhong Hu took two deep breaths and said," Yun Fei, let's test your endurance below. You run around the training field. Don't stop in the middle. Try your best to persist and see how many laps you can last. "

Yun Fei nodded and secretly estimated that the circle around the training field was about 800 meters. He lifted up the hem of his long robe and stuffed it into his belt before running around the field.

Yun Fei had never run before. When he first started running, his movements were a little strange. He ran while coordinating. After five laps, Yun Fei felt that he could not catch his breath. His legs were also like lead, and he ran slower and slower.

"Mr. Yun Fei, good luck! Good luck!"

When Yun Fei passed by Zhong Ying, he heard the clear sound of good luck. He looked at Zhong Ying's rosy cheeks. There was a little hope in his big bright eyes. Yun Fei, who had a better eyesight, caught it. He originally wanted to stop and continue to walk forward.

"One more lap!"

Yun Fei gritted his teeth and held on. He felt as if his chest was burning. His legs were numb from the pain and he almost lost consciousness. He only moved forward mechanically.

In a trance, he felt a stream of air flow from his dantian to his chest and his entire body. Wherever it passed, it was like clear water flowing through the dry sand. It turned out that his chest, which felt stuffy and hot, was like a cool breeze comforting him. It became cool, and his legs slowly recovered from the numbness and numbness.

Yun Fei split his mind and looked inside his body. He discovered that the milky white gas in his dantian was slowly spreading through the God Fault Acupoint to his entire body. It was precisely this milky white gas that caused his body to overdraft and slowly recover its vitality.

Yun Fei tried to use the Divine Sense to control the speed at which his dantian was transferring the gas to the Divine Fault Acupoint. He guided the milky white gas to the heart, lungs, and the muscles in his legs. In a short while, his physical strength seemed to have completely recovered, and his running speed also increased significantly. His steps also became light and light.

Zhong Hu saw this situation, turned around, and shouted loudly over the guards, "Did you see that? This is the second breath, and it is to break through one's own limits. Breaking through your limits will make it easier, and you can only keep challenging your limits. Only then can you keep getting stronger."

"Just wait and see. At most two laps, Yun Fei will reach his limit for the second time. This kid is not bad, he has a strong momentum." Zhong Hu looked at Yun Fei, who had maintained his initial speed, and waited for him to collapse, exhausted.

Two laps, three laps, four laps, five cycles...

All the guards stared blankly at Yun Fei, who was running crazily, and looked at Zhong Hu in confusion.

Only the little girl jumped up and down to cheer for Yun Fei when he ran past her.

"What are you looking at? How would I know what's going on? This kid is a freak." Zhong Hu shouted at the group of guards, "There's no need to cultivate anymore. Go, go, go, all go and train!"

"Phew..." The guards stood up and dispersed.

"What's going on? This kid hasn't opened his dantian yet, so he can't use true qi. His endurance can't be this strong?" Zhong Hu noticed something unusual and was very puzzled.

"Is the gas in his dantian true qi? I haven't advanced to a warrior yet, so I can't cultivate true qi into my Dantian. Will I use less and less? " Yun Fei thought as he ran. "Forget it, I won't run anymore."

Yun Fei easily returned to Zhong Hu's side. When Zhong Hu saw the relaxed expression on Yun Fei's face, he was completely speechless.

"Yun Fei, you go back first. Come back tomorrow afternoon." Zhong Hu was a little depressed as he turned around and left. He even muttered in a low voice, "This kid is so abnormal. How do we train him tomorrow?"

Yun Fei said goodbye to Zhong Hu and played with Zhong Ying for a while. He sent her to Luo Yanran's place and returned to his room. He sat cross-legged on the bed and sank his mind into his sea of consciousness. He saw that the Divine Sense Pool was still not full.

"Is there any way to restore the Divine Sense?" In his mind, he had read through ancient literature on martial arts, fitness, and cultivation. He did not find any records of such books.

Just as he was about to give up, a research paper on "Tai Chi suddenly appeared in his mind: Tai Chi requires one to be calm and natural, and can allow a portion of the brain to enter a protective inhibition state to rest. At the same time, boxing can liven up one's emotions and play a role in regulating one's brain."

Yun Fei also had some feelings for Tai Chi. In the past, he had watched his grandfather practice it almost every day.

"Let me try to practice Tai Chi. I don't need the Divine Sense to practice Tai Chi. I can also adjust my brain. It might be useful for restoring the Divine Sense." Yun Fei thought to himself.

In fact, Yun Fei had already memorized every movement and key points of Taiji Fist, especially the Chen Style Taiji Fist.

He got up and walked into the yard. He held his chest, pulled his back, lowered his shoulders, and put his elbows on his shoulders. His hands and eyes matched each other. With his waist as the axis, his mind and body were in sync with each other, and his emotions were in sync. A set of traditional Tai Chi was slowly thrown out.

The more Yun Fei fought, the smoother he got. Although his moves were slow, they were uniform and continuous. Yun Fei was immersed in his practice and kept repeating the moves.

Because he had watched Prof. Yun's practice for nearly ten years, as well as the "The Strongest Brain" and the summary and analysis of dozens of Tai Chi books and literature, Yun Fei slowly forgot his moves. Entering the "Selfless" realm, his moves and movements were almost instinctive, and they were even more compatible with the "relaxed and natural" Tai Chi.

After a long time, Zhong Ying pushed open the door of the courtyard and came in. Her big eyes were blinking and she looked at Yun Fei curiously. She asked in a clear voice, "Mr. Yun Fei, are you dancing?"

Yun Fei woke up from his "meditative" state and stood up slowly. He said, "Yingying, I am practicing a kind of fist technique. Do you want to learn it?"

"Mr. Yun Fei, you are not practicing boxing. You are slow, like an old lady, hehe..." Zhong Ying covered her mouth and laughed.

"Grandfather wanted to teach me Tai Chi since I was young, but I did not know how to do it. Now I can practice it. Grandfather can't see it anymore." Yun Fei secretly thought about it, and his eyes were a little red.

"Mr. Yun Fei, what's wrong with you? You are angry. You are not like an old granny. Can I learn for you?" Zhong Ying went forward and pulled Yun Fei's hand and shook it.

"Yingying, it's not like that. I just miss my grandfather. This is the fist that he taught me." Yun Fei quickly squatted down and gently scratched Zhong Ying's nose.

"Oh, is Mr. Yun Fei's grandfather in the sky? Mr. Yun Fei, don't be sad. I will give half of my grandfather to you, okay?"

"Alright, Yingying is really good. Let me teach you how to 'dance'. This dance is great, it can make Yingying more and more beautiful."

Yun Fei was a little touched. He decided to teach the Taiji Fist to Zhong Ying, which was also a thought for his grandfather.