"Yes, I learned all of this from my master at Shaolin Temple," Wei Dayong said.
"Master taught..."
Niu Bi gave a wry smile. It wasn't easy to get this technique from Li De, so how could he expect him to teach it?
"My master said I'm a bit slow-witted, so it took me three years to develop Qi," Wei Dayong said somewhat embarrassedly. "My master also said that if you want to develop Qi quickly, you must find a place with fresh air to practice."
"Where the air is fresh and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is abundant, cultivation will be twice as effective with half the effort."
"You'll spend three years? In a place with fresh air?"
Niu Bi's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Da Yangyong, where in Shaolin do you usually practice?"
"The practice is more effective on the back mountain and the top mountain, it seems, after it rains."
Wei Dayong scratched his head sheepishly.
"After the rain, the back mountains and rivers, those sparsely populated famous mountains and rivers, must be full of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth!" Niu Bi thought to himself.
Such a vibrant place certainly doesn't exist in reality.
The sky is now covered by car exhaust and heavy industrial fumes, so how can we talk about fresh air?
Seeing Niu Bi deep in thought, Wei Dayong continued, "My master also said that the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China were a period of flourishing martial arts, with many masters emerging. However, with the emergence of a large number of cars and guns, the sky was polluted, making it even more difficult for people with less talent to cultivate their qi."
“No wonder, in reality, martial arts have been reduced to mere techniques and pure brute force. Take Sanda, for example; those who have developed internal energy are now extremely rare.” Niu Bi finally understood why there were so many martial arts masters in the late Qing Dynasty.
There are no truly formidable masters in the 21st century.
"Dayong, can you take a look at this for me?" Niu Bi thought for a moment, then took out the breath-holding exercise and handed it to Wei Dayong.
Wei Dayong has a mentor, so he might be able to see some clues.
"Brother Bi, your technique is much better than mine," Wei Dayong said, taking the technique from Niu Bi and examining it carefully for a while. He had just started cutting wood at Shaolin Temple when he was a lumberjack, and only later did his lumberjack master teach him some skills.
He could tell that Niu Bi's technique was much better than his own.
"Dayong, please give me some pointers!" Niu Bi knew that he had no master to guide him and that he was still not practicing the correct method for cultivating qi.
"Okay, no problem."
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Independent Regiment of the 386th Brigade.
The command post was located at the eastern end of an abandoned small mountain village.
Three soldiers were sitting in a small hut.
The glittering five-pointed star on his head was very eye-catching.
"Old Li, the reason we've recalled you this time is to curb the arrogance of these elite Japanese troops!" The man who spoke had large, bright eyes.
"Political Commissar Zhao, I'm afraid that won't work. I still have so many tasks to complete at my clothing factory!" Old Li glanced at Political Commissar Zhao, took a puff of his cigarette, and thought to himself, "Who was it that said I, Li Yunlong, was disobeying orders and transferred me away? Now they want me back to save the day? No way!"
"Old Li, stop this nonsense. Only you can eliminate these Japanese devils!" Political Commissar Zhao said, looking at Kong Jie beside him. "Old Kong, try to persuade him. You've seen how many brothers have been lost. We have to think of a way."
"Old Li, you should take on this responsibility!"
Kong Jie arrived, feeling quite helpless. This time, the Japanese were quite cunning, using groups of three and shooting bullets specifically at the face.
Once hit, there is no chance of survival.
After some persuasion from Political Commissar Zhao and Kong Jie, Li Yunlong finally agreed to take action.
Just then, a guard walked in happily.
"Political Commissar, Regiment Commander! Great news, great news!" The guard saluted the three men and hurriedly reported the good news.
"What great news? Just say it." Li Yunlong glanced at the guard and said irritably.
"Colonel Yamamoto is dead." The guard said, still unable to contain his joy.
"Colonel Yamamoto is dead? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Li Yunlong frowned and said, "Xiao Lin, spreading false information is a serious offense!"
"Commander, it's not fake news, it's true!"
The guard quickly said, "About 30 miles away, an organization of about two companies has appeared. They are armed with advanced weapons, all of which are the most advanced submachine guns on the market. And most importantly, these troops do not belong to, nor do they belong to, but are all from Western countries!"
"These are the people who wiped out the prisoner-of-war camp located forty miles away from us!" the guard said, his joy evident.
"What? Westerners? So powerful? Why would they help us fight the Japanese?" Li Yunlong narrowed his eyes, sensing that something bad was about to happen.
"That's right, they're not Chinese, so why are they helping us?" Political Commissar Zhao also looked puzzled.
"Commander, those men wiped out 200 men trained by Colonel Yamamoto and are now encamped 30 miles to the east. If you don't believe me, you can go and see for yourself at that prisoner-of-war camp."
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Chapter 42 The First Breath
"Political Commissar Zhao, let's go, we'll take a few brothers to take a look."
Li Yunlong immediately couldn't sit still.
In the Jin-Cha-Ji war zone, there was actually a third-party force besides the government.