Chapter 5 Hunting "Old Wang, seriously, what rank are you?" "Young Master, are you asking about an official position?" "Hiss~ If you keep talking nonsense, I'll stab you with my sword!" "Stop, stop, stop making trouble. Hmm... If we talk about Qinggong, I am not bragging, it is not inferior to the ninth rank. If we talk about martial arts, it is at most the fifth rank. But if we talk about the tracking technique, I believe that I am definitely at the level of a grandmaster." Mei Chengan's fingers moved lightly on the table, which was comparable to what he showed in the drama. "Then take out the tracking technique, and your overall combat power will be around the eighth level." "Hey, hey, hey, if we're going to calculate the overall combat power, why do we have to single out the tracking skill?" Mei Chengan glanced at him and said, "What do you think? Your tracking skills are too foul. If you take tracking skills into account, you are at least above the ninth rank. Ask yourself, are you ashamed to say that you are a ninth rank master?" Wang Qinian was speechless, he had a serious imbalance in his academic performance, so the ninth rank was still a bit weak. "What do you think of me? What rank am I?"
"Although young, you are quite powerful. You have learned all my skills in Qinggong. With time, you will be at least Grade Nine. As for martial arts, you learned the fast sword from Old Xie. You are at least Grade Seven. You will definitely be Grade Nine in the future. As for tracking skills, you are quite smart. You have learned most of the tracking skills I accidentally showed when I was tracking prey. I estimate that you are at least Grade Eight. Taking all factors into consideration, I will give you Grade Eight." "I'm really curious. What is the basis for the division of martial arts grades? What is the basis for the determination? After listening to you for so long, why does it feel like the determination is so random?" "Oh, Master, it's all about feeling. Does the rank matter? Whether a person is powerful or not is not based on rank, or it cannot be based on rank alone. There are also many aspects such as mentality, physical fitness, true energy capacity, combat skills, etc. There are many comprehensive factors." “It means there are no standards.” "Master is smart!" "whispering sound!" …… Although he was a die-hard fan of Joy of Life in his previous life, it doesn’t mean that he thinks the show has no flaws. One of the shortcomings is that the quality of this martial arts is extremely vague, and even the original book does not explain it in detail. Many people have analyzed the general standards, but they think they are all inaccurate. Since he has no standards, let's set a standard for him. In his opinion, the basis should be the maximum damage that a person's force could cause to others. For example, if the old, weak, women or children are beaten, does it hurt? Yes, it hurts, but not that much, because they are very weak. However, no matter how weak their strength is, it is still strength, so they are classified as the first grade. Ordinary young and strong men who have never learned martial arts are much stronger than the elderly, the weak, women and children, so they are classified as second-grade. Street thugs who have never learned martial arts but can fight have rich experience in fighting and are stronger than ordinary young men. Therefore, they are classified as the third grade. If a person has learned some martial arts and can beat ten thugs, he is classified as a fourth-grade person. Those who are proficient in boxing and kicking skills and can be called masters of external martial arts are classified as fifth grade. The situation after the fifth grade is completely different. If the first five grades are collectively called external families, the last five grades are internal family masters. The difference is that the last five grades have learned the internal skills and have true energy in their bodies. Those who have learned the inner skills, have generated true energy in their bodies and can use it in a basic way are at the sixth level. Those who have achieved a small level of Qi and can release Qi and use it roughly are considered to be at the seventh level. Fan Xian was in this category when he first came out of the mountains.
There are differences after the seventh grade, and each grade begins to have a more detailed division, divided into beginner, regular, and advanced! When the true Qi is highly developed and the external Kung Fu is also highly developed, the true Qi that can be applied externally is roughly at the eighth level. The true Qi has reached its peak, and the external methods have also reached their peak. The one who can finely control the externalized true Qi is at the ninth level. The grand master, the immortal on earth. Mei Cheng'an wrote down the rough nine-grade classification on a piece of paper with great interest. After writing, he looked at it twice, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it away. The handwriting is ugly, the realm divisions are a mess, and there is no basis for them. It's all based on guesswork, which is boring! However, after a simple calculation, I realized that I have made some progress in my true Qi, swordsmanship, and lightness skills, so it should not be too much to rate me as a seventh-grade cultivator. Hiss, this is almost catching up with Fan Xian’s combat power when he first entered Kyoto. But now I am only eight years old and have only been practicing martial arts for a year. Could it be that I am really a genius? Is it true that Xie Bian didn't lie? As he thought about it, a silly smile appeared on Mei Chengan's face. Hey. Impossible, impossible, Mei Chengan shook his head. Don't get carried away easily, stay calm! I may have some talent in swordsmanship, but this true energy... Mei Cheng'an looked at the gentle true energy condensed in his hands and fell into deep thought. After a long time, Mei Cheng'an swung his hand casually, and the true energy in his palm shot out like an arrow. The large vase in the corner of the room broke and shattered all over the floor. The sound of the vase breaking startled Xiaolan who was outside the house. "Master, are you okay?" "Nothing! Just clean up." Xiaolan pushed the door open, quickly cleaned up the broken pieces of the vase and walked out. Mei Cheng'an's gaze also fell on the nameless martial arts book again. Could it be that this technique is even stronger than Fan Xian's domineering true qi? Fan Xian's true qi is domineering and uncontrollable. Looking at myself, the true energy in my hands condensed again. This true energy was like a trickle of water. Not only was it very easy to control, it also had the effect of repairing meridians and nourishing external injuries. It does seem to be stronger than the domineering true qi. But why? The domineering true energy comes from the temple, what about my own? All the top-level martial arts techniques circulating in this world come from the temple. If mine is a top-level martial arts technique, it should be no exception. "Sister Lan." "Master!" "Go back to Kyoto and ask Mr. Chen where he got these skills from. Ask him more clearly about their origins."
"Yes!" After saying that, Xiaolan was about to leave. "Wait!" Mei Cheng'an stopped her, and Xiaolan stood quietly where she was. a long time. "Forget it, no need to go." Mei Chengan stopped Xiaolan because he suddenly thought of a possibility. This technique may come from...a person with a Tianmai. This so-called person with a heavenly vein does not appear in the drama, but the original novel mentions that a person with a heavenly vein appears in this world every hundred years or so. The so-called people with heavenly veins are actually messengers walking on earth with the tacit approval of the temple. They are people chosen by the temple to observe the dynamics of the human world, teach people survival skills and knowledge, and sow the seeds of wisdom in the world. Even if a person with a Heavenly Meridian walks in the human world, there is a good chance that he will leave descendants. If he has descendants, it is very likely that his skills will be passed down. The more Mei Cheng'an thought about it, the more likely it seemed. I don't know how many generations this martial art has been passed down, but it was lost and by some strange coincidence it finally fell into my hands. After sighing for a while, Mei Cheng'an put down his skills and began to think about the extent of his control over his true qi. Just now, he could easily release his true Qi to break the vase, but that was just a stream of true Qi thrown out, there was no control at all. It seems I need to practice fine control next. Early the next morning. Mei Cheng'an asked Xiaomei to set up a table in an open space and place some pottery jars on it in order. He walked three feet away. He concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, circulated his mental skills to gather his true energy in the palm of his right hand, aimed at a clay pot, stimulated his true energy, and the true energy in his palm left his body in the blink of an eye, and the clay pot suddenly exploded and scattered. Mei Cheng'an thought for a while, then stepped back another ten feet, changed the pottery jar and repeated the same process. This time, the pottery jar was knocked far away and did not break. He retreated another ten feet, and this time, the pottery jar only shook slightly. Is five meters the limit? Mei Cheng'an gathered his strength again, but this time he did not condense the true energy into his right hand, but into his right index finger. He used his palm as a gun and fired his true energy, and the clay pot shattered again. It seems that we still have to take into account the air resistance and the consumption of true energy during flight. What if I could control my Qi a little finer, would it be possible to go faster and farther? It’s interesting to think about. Two months later. "Master, the master sent someone to tell you to return to Kyoto."
"Did my father say anything?" "The end of the year is approaching, and my lady misses you." Mei Cheng'an was stunned for a moment. "Got it! Get down!" "Lao Wang, Lao Wang! Call Lao Wang!" A figure quickly crossed the roof and appeared in front of Mei Chengan in an instant. "Master, what do you want to call me for?" Mei Cheng'an was speechless. "Is there no way down there? Do you have to walk on the roof? Will you fix the tiles if they break?" "Hey, isn't it faster to walk on the roof? Master, you're shouting so urgently, I'm just worried about something happening!" Mei Chengan rolled his eyes. "Well, let me tell you something. I'm going back to Kyoto tomorrow!" Wang Qinian nodded. "Master has been away from home for a long time. Now that the New Year is approaching, it's time to go home!" Mei Chengan looked at him with a smile. "What I mean is that your chances of getting out after you go back are slim. You've been eating this salary for a few months. I can turn a blind eye to it here, but there's really nothing I can do about it after you go back. You know what I mean, right?" Wang Qinian was shocked when he heard this. Yes, he didn’t think of this for a moment. Mei Cheng'an patted his arm. He originally wanted to pat his shoulder, but he was not tall enough, so he had to settle for the next best thing. "Okay, don't be too upset. How much of this advantage is enough? Don't you think so? However, Master, I will give you one last chance to take advantage of me today. It depends on how much you can take advantage of me." Wang Qinian’s eyes lit up! "Master, do you think I can take as many of these animals as I want?" Mei Chengan's face turned dark. "What the hell! Old Wang, I'm warning you, if you dare to touch my pigs, I'll fight you to death! You can't touch chickens, ducks, geese, or eggs either!" Wang Qinian immediately became dejected. "What does the young master mean?" Mei Chengan waved her hand. "Elbow, let's go hunting!" It was truly an exhilarating hunt. Today, most of the prey in the entire Meishan was taken by the two of them. Perhaps knowing that he would have no chance in the future, Wang Qinian became ruthless. No matter how big or small the prey was, he would never let it go as long as he saw it. Mei Chengan also wanted to test his own strength, so he attacked without mercy.
Now the animals in the mountains are in trouble and have suffered a sudden disaster. In total, the two hunted two bears, a tiger, a leopard, five deer, six wild boars, eight foxes, and countless pheasants and rabbits. When the final count of the prey was made, it filled eight large trucks. When they were dividing the spoils, the two of them started arguing, each of them sticking their necks out and neither of them giving in. It took half an hour of arguing before the spoils were divided. It was impossible to give Wang Qinian a bear, tiger, or leopard, but Mei Cheng'an agreed to give him a pair of bear paws, which were worth at least fifty taels of silver. In addition to the two deer, four wild boars, four mixed-haired foxes, and several pheasants and rabbits that the Bear Paw King Qinian got. (End of this chapter)