Almost subconsciously, Chen Yushu's gaze fell upon his attribute panel.
Name: Chen Yushu
Age: Twelve
Martial Arts: Medicine King Pile Stance: Not Initiated
Skills:
Reading: Comprehension (72/200), Calligraphy: Self-Defense (79/100), Throwing: Entry (18/100),
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"The attribute panel has indeed changed.
It even created a separate column, directly labeling it 'Martial Arts'.
Although there's only Medicine King Pile Stance listed in this category, it is a genuine Martial Art.
However, there's no corresponding experience bar. Is it because I haven't Cultivated to Initiation yet?"
Chen Yushu's eyes flickered. Although he still had some doubts, he was extremely delighted.
"Next is the second form.
The breathing method for the second form changes slightly, especially when transitioning between movements, the breathing will go from slow to rapid..."
Qian Qian explained, occasionally patting Lu Liang and Xue Ming. Each pat produced a dull thud, and their movements and breathing became more standardized and orderly with his pats.
This was transmitting Qi through the air, using the force to guide and correct their movements and breathing rhythm.
It was also the fundamental reason why his guidance was so valuable.
Guiding with force was, of course, much more effective than blindly practicing and fumbling on one's own.
Chen Yushu didn't receive such treatment, but he found that he could fully comprehend Master Qian's explanations. As long as his movements were standard, and he adjusted his breathing to match, he could do it.
In a short while, he once again felt that tingling sensation.
"Is it because of the second stage of Reading, 'Comprehension'?"
Vaguely, he had an epiphany.
Reading Comprehension could accelerate his understanding of Martial Arts Cultivation.
Then came the third form, the fourth form...
Chen Yushu's stamina and energy rapidly depleted, and soon he was drenched in sweat.
But he still gritted his teeth and persevered until all thirty-six forms were learned. Only then did Qian Qian speak, saying, "Alright, Medicine King Pile Stance has a total of thirty-six forms.
Now I have taught you all thirty-six forms.
New apprentices have three days to learn Martial Arts. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I will teach you again.
After three times, if you still haven't learned it, you can't blame me.
Oh, right, remember to go to the Pharmacy later to find Steward Zhou for the medicinal soup. Of course, you can also store it for later use, or sell it to me.
One serving of medicinal soup is priced at three taels of silver at the Pharmacy. I'll give you two taels of silver and teach you for an extra three days for free.
This is already very practical. If you sell it to others, one serving will at most fetch an extra half tael of silver. It's better to let me teach you for three days, guaranteeing you a fifty percent chance of initiating the Stance Training within three months."
"Thank you, Master Qian, for the reminder. I will consider it."
Chen Yushu cupped his hands, then rested to the side.
After Cultivating the thirty-six forms of Stance Training, he was truly exhausted, his stamina greatly depleted.
So much so that by the end, his movements began to deform, and the effect was less than one-tenth of what it should be. He could even clearly hear his stomach rumbling.
As for the other party's suggestion, he certainly wouldn't consider it.
Practicing Martial Arts was clearly a very strenuous activity.
Especially when Cultivating Medicine King Pile Stance, he felt it even more acutely. It was fine if he practiced incorrectly, but once he practiced correctly, the consumption would greatly increase. His daily three meals were simply not enough.
He had to nourish himself with meat.
And that medicinal soup, one serving was worth three taels of silver, was definitely a great tonic. It would be extremely beneficial for his Martial Arts practice, so he certainly couldn't sell it.
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"I have almost memorized and mastered the movements of each of the thirty-six forms of Medicine King Pile Stance, as well as their corresponding breathing methods.
But it is extremely difficult to perform the entire Stance Training completely.
With my current stamina, it is simply not enough to sustain it!"
Chen Yushu stood in a corner of the backyard, panting, sweat pouring down his body like water.
While the other apprentices began to work and get busy, he had consciously stood in the corner and started practicing.
However, when he truly began to practice, he realized the difficulty involved.
He could perform each of the thirty-six forms of Stance Training individually. At least, after his movements and breathing matched, he could clearly feel a sense of harmony, a special warmth being forced out from various parts of his body, creating an illusion like countless ants crawling on him.
But when he truly started to transition from the first form to the second, then the third, and so on, he found the difficulty to be countless times greater than before.
Having just eaten breakfast, he could only continuously practice up to the sixth form before he couldn't continue. His stamina was severely depleted, his vision blurred, and he was extremely hungry.
He looked at the attribute panel.
Under the Martial Arts section, Medicine King Pile Stance was still in the 'Not Initiated' state.
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Clearly, with his current level of mastery, he still couldn't Cultivate it to Initiation.
"Perhaps, only by performing the entire Stance Training continuously can I initiate it? Only then will the corresponding experience bar appear."
Chen Yushu speculated, slowly stood up, and then walked step by step towards the front yard, in the direction of the Pharmacy.
He had to nourish himself, otherwise, not only would he be unable to practice Martial Arts, but he might even faint from hunger.
Soon, he found Steward Zhou in the shop, bowed, and said, "Steward Zhou, I would like to claim a serving of medicinal soup."
"Alright.
However, I must remind you that although Yangyuan Soup is very beneficial for your Martial Arts practice, I advise you to use it only after you have skillfully mastered the Stance Training.
Otherwise, drinking the medicinal soup but being unable to absorb it would just be a waste."
Steward Zhou did not refuse, but still offered a reminder.
"Thank you, Steward Zhou, for the reminder. I still want to claim that serving of medicinal soup."
Chen Yushu insisted.
Nodding, Steward Zhou no longer tried to dissuade him and immediately instructed an apprentice nearby, "Go, get a serving of Yangyuan Soup and decoct it for him."
"Yes, Steward Zhou."
The apprentice nodded and then walked towards the medicine cabinet.
It is worth mentioning that this apprentice was precisely Zhang Ruyun, whom Li Hu mentioned this morning as having practiced Stance Training to Minor Achievement and had already begun learning fist techniques.
In a short while, he had a packet of medicine in his hand.
This kind of medicine packet was clearly the pre-prepared Yangyuan Soup ingredients, which only needed to be boiled for a certain period with the right heat to produce the medicinal soup.
"Thank you, Brother Zhang."
Chen Yushu thanked him softly. The other party glanced at him casually, then silently began to decoct the medicinal ingredients.
After a little over half an hour, Chen Yushu held a bowl of grayish-black medicinal soup with a strong aroma.
"Is this Yangyuan Soup?"
Chen Yushu muttered to himself, not daring to hesitate, he picked it up and took a direct sip.
The taste was not as bitter as he imagined, but it certainly couldn't be called delicious.
Then, he quickly finished the entire bowl of medicinal soup in two or three gulps.
Not a single drop left!
He was about to carefully savor something, but soon, he felt his original hunger disappear without a trace, and his body grew hot, as if waves of steaming heat were constantly rising.