nownovels Chapter 12 Joint Discussion
Chapter 12 Joint Discussion
Han Che stopped, his expression still calm. "Young Master Feng's fist is powerful and straightforward, lacking variation, and he exerts all his strength without holding back a single bit." He shook his head.
He looked at Feng Xiu and said a few more words than usual, "Killing is not like practicing boxing. In boxing, you can try to put out every bit of strength, but you can't do that when you kill. If you miss, you give the other person an opportunity."
Feng Xiu seemed to be deep in thought.
"And another thing," Han Che pointed to his eyes, "your eyes, before you throw a punch, your eyes move first, and anyone can tell where you're going to hit."
Feng Xiu's expression turned serious, realizing that the other party was teaching him a lesson in the most direct way.
Therefore, they did not rush to attack, but maintained a defensive stance and carefully observed Han Che's movements.
In their next encounter, Feng Xiu disassembled and applied the Five Strength Fist techniques, sometimes using the first move, sometimes the ninth move, and also paying attention to the combination of feints and realism in his footwork.
Even though Feng Xiu made some adjustments, the subsequent sparring session was still a one-sided beating for him.
Han Che's Five Strength Fist is extremely exquisite. His fists, palms, fingers, and legs are always able to interweave various small movements in the gaps between the techniques of the Fengxiu.
Between warriors, life and death battles often end in a split second.
They gouge out eyes, groin, and heart—targeting vital areas.
At the same time, the more they fought, the more Feng Xiu could feel the faint killing intent emanating from Han Che.
This forced him to dodge and parry in various awkward postures, disrupting his rhythm and causing him great mental exhaustion.
Half an incense stick later, Feng Xiu was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, and his arms were sore and swollen.
Han Che's external martial arts skills were too powerful, as if he were made of iron.
In contrast, Han Che's breathing remained steady, as if he had only warmed up.
"That's enough," Zheng Bo said at the right moment.
Feng Xiu immediately stopped his attack, feeling relieved. He looked at Han Che, who was breathing steadily and seemed completely unaffected, and solemnly clasped his hands in greeting.
"Thank you for your guidance, Brother Han. I have benefited greatly from today's battle."
Han Che returned the greeting, saying, "Young Master Feng has excellent comprehension; you are too kind."
After saying this, he nodded slightly to Uncle Zheng and quietly left the courtyard.
The courtyard quieted down. Feng Xiu stood there, silently savoring the details of their earlier sparring session, and then spoke.
"Uncle Zheng, starting tomorrow, let him follow me. His monthly salary will be two taels for now. I'll talk to Uncle Zhou about it."
He thought he had made some small gains in martial arts, but Han Che's appearance completely shattered his illusions.
Feeling his internal strength gradually recovering, Feng Xiu clenched his fist and took a deep breath.
I still need to practice.
As dusk fell, after Zheng Bo left, Feng Xiu went to the training room.
Martial arts training and cultivation are integrated. The Five Strengths Fist has progressed rapidly, and the Eight Vajra Skill cannot be neglected either.
Moreover, Feng Xiu discovered that performing two sets of Vajra Kung Fu before each medicinal bath was more beneficial for absorbing the medicinal effects.
Inside the training room, the air was stuffy and stagnant. Dozens of sandbags of different sizes hung in the corner, along with a row of wooden dummy dummies.
Feng Xiu took off his clothes, revealing a slightly muscular upper body. He closed his eyes, focused his mind, and cleared away the clutter in his head.
Breathing gradually rises, and the mind sinks down.
A faint warmth rose and fell gently in his chest with each breath.
Feng Xiu silently recited the key points in his mind, and his body immediately moved.
Opening punch.
His movements remained steady, and the moment he started, a warm sensation spread up his forearm, making his punches suddenly a fraction faster.
The sound of something cutting through the air was sharper than ever before.
Feng Xiu's spirits lifted, and his fist followed his thoughts, continuing with the second and third moves.
Instead of focusing on quickly completing the routine, each move is coordinated with a unique breathing rhythm, attempting to direct energy and blood to the parts of the body where the move needs the most power.
Pushing mountains into the sea, the breath sinks; a weary tiger returns to the forest, its breath becoming inward.
The flow of qi and blood, hot and constricted, then suddenly erupted again, and the punch sent the hanging sandbag swinging high into the air.
Feng Xiu was sweating profusely, and as he breathed and circulated his qi and blood, he felt as if a raging fire was burning in his chest.
Transporting, consuming, and repeating this process.
His own strength was not depleted; on the contrary, his fist techniques were further refined, and his moves became more solid, clean and neat.
"Phew~"
Feng Xiu exhaled like an arrow, gathering the accumulated power of the previous fifteen moves, and with the full force of his deep breathing, he punched the hard wooden dummy covered with thick cowhide on the side.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, unlike the usual tremors of wood, a clear, collapsed fist-shaped mark appeared on the thick cowhide where the human stake was subjected to force.
Feng Xiu's fist bones were only slightly red, and he did not experience any severe pain.
He withdrew his fist and slowly regulated his breathing. A surge of exhilarating pleasure coursed through his body.
Feeling the rush of blood and qi under her skin, and the frustration in her heart after being hit by Han Che.
It was smashed to pieces in the instant of venting.
"This is power, the martial arts power that changes both the external and internal essence and spirit!" Feng Xiu realized, his eyes shining brightly.
In just a few days, he went from a rich young master who couldn't even kill a chicken to a martial artist who could throw powerful punches.
This kind of growth, which is visible and tangible, is infinitely more intense than figuring out how to handle family affairs.
Previously, after the suspected confirmation of a water monster in the pond, Feng Xiu was very panicked, extremely panicked!
But at this moment, there was a sense of disdain, as if the water spirits and monsters were something else entirely.
"Phew~"
Outside the window, it was already dark.
Inside the training room, Feng Xiu's eyes were burning with intensity, showing no signs of fatigue.
After slowly finishing the exercise, he wiped the sweat off his body and changed into dry clothes.
Zheng Bo had already ordered people to prepare a meal in advance. When he returned to his bedroom, the table was set with all kinds of delicacies, such as deer blood soup and nourishing medicinal dishes made with tiger bones.
Feng Xiu picked up his chopsticks and began to wolf down his food, even swallowing small bones.
The external intake of medicinal food transformed into a feeling of fullness that spread throughout his body. Feng Xiu ate every last bit of the food on the table.
After letting out a satisfying burp, I continued my daily Five Strength Herbal Bath.
Stepping into the tub, the scalding medicinal power instantly seeped into my pores, and the slight muscle soreness from practicing boxing was quickly relieved by the medicinal power.
After an unknown amount of time, the water gradually cooled down.
Feng Xiu opened his eyes, got up, dried himself off, and changed into loose nightgown.
By this time, the night was deep and all was quiet.
Feng Xiu opened the window, welcoming the cool, fresh air, and naturally assumed the starting stance of the Eightfold Vajra Kung Fu.
Gently guiding the internal energy and blood, the movements flow smoothly and the breathing is deep and long.
After completing a round of Vajra Kung Fu, Feng Xiu felt refreshed and clear-headed, and went straight to sleep.
...
On June 4th, the weather became increasingly hot and humid.
For some reason, news of the River Law Office temporarily suspending the supply of water to the reservoir still spread throughout the city, causing widespread panic among the people.
Prices of all kinds of goods have skyrocketed, especially food.
Upon receiving the news, Feng Xiu pondered for a moment before decisively issuing the order: "Uncle Zheng, pass on the message that all grain shops under the Feng family's name shall, starting immediately, limit the sale of grain until it is sold out each day, and shall not open any more warehouses."
After careful consideration, and out of caution regarding the pond and reservoir issue, Feng Xiu did not rashly raise prices.
The current atmosphere, public opinion, and the inaction of the Grain Commissioner's Office and the River Law Commissioner's Office are all extremely abnormal.
Anyone who blindly follows trends or seeks to make a fortune may become a target in the eye of the storm.
He had a rather arbitrary guess in mind, but he still needed to find out more about it.
"Uncle Zheng, send two more visiting cards in my name."
Feng Xiu tapped his finger lightly on the table. "Give one copy to Fan Ling, the eldest son of the Fan family, and one copy to Lin Che, the eldest son of the Lin family. Tell them that the weather has been unusual lately and that they are worried about the farming. Please come to our residence to discuss countermeasures."
Zheng Bo understood upon hearing this, accepted the order, and withdrew.
After he left, Feng Xiu did not get up, but continued to think about how to persuade the two to stand on the same side as him.
The Fan and Lin families were both major grain merchants in Qingyan City, and their farms were no less numerous than those of the Feng family.
If it doesn't rain, the ponds and reservoirs won't open.
I thought someone would be the first to speak out, but to my surprise, every family in the city was incredibly patient.
The ten-day deadline was fast approaching, and he dared not place his hopes on an old Taoist priest who was suspected of performing rituals.
Inside the reception room, Feng Xiu sat temporarily in the position of the family head, his thoughts flowing, his index finger tapping the armrest repeatedly, lost in thought.
"Is what's in the pond a water monster, or some kind of special fish?"
After what I had seen in the reservoir, the speculation about a lake monster had been lingering in my mind and wouldn't go away.
In his own clear memory, there were never any rumors of "sacrifice" or "water monster".
If there truly is something underwater that even a family possessing the River Laws is unaware of, then other families must also be unaware of it.
"Whether it's political factors or poor construction quality, we need to find out."