等到陈洛回到家,天色已经完全暗了下来.
他的舅舅陈老三已经上床睡觉了.陈洛见状,决定不打扰他.
在房间里洗漱躺下后,陈洛开始回忆他今天学到的站姿练习.
"死者的脑电波只能用来回忆他们的痴迷吗?"
回想起自己的武道训练,陈洛突然有了新的想法.他把注意力集中在系统上.新的变化发生了!那个只有在他接触到死者时才会出现的界面,在他的刻意引导下,出乎意料地出现在他面前.
他忘记的脑电波一个个重新浮出水面,其中"药方"脑电波最为突出.
"如果我用这些脑电波来思考武术会发生什么?"
心里想着,陈洛控制着最突出的脑电波,与自己融合.然后,他用它来思考他那天学到的站姿练习.
刹那间,一股深深的感潮涌上心头.
感觉自己的灵魂仿佛离开了自己的身体,他开始以第三人称视角观察自己.在他的脑海中,他似乎变了一个人,开始练习马师傅教他的站姿练习,一个动作一个动作.
一遍又一遍.
这些动作比陈洛自己练习的时候要精确得多.感觉他的心思仿佛突然切换到了一位经验丰富的大师的心思,从大师的角度来看,解决初学者的问题就像轻而易举一样容易.
这个发现让陈洛兴奋不已.
通过练习'药方'脑电波,他注意到了几个白天没有看到的错误.仅仅在这短短的观察时间内,他对站姿练习的熟练程度就大大提高了.重复了十次之后,陈洛逐渐掌握了这个姿势的核心秘密,虽然他还是觉得少了点什么.
"我们再试一试吧!"
在完成"药方"脑电波后,他切换到另一个脑电波,即"突破"脑电波.
同样的场景再次上演.
与之前的"药方"脑电波不同,"突破"脑电波在练习姿势时明显变慢.在他的视野中,陈洛看到自己站在院子里,眼睛微微闭着,先是深呼吸,然后双手分开.他的左手举起,右臂向下压.
重复十次.
重复了十次后,陈洛意识到,这个"突破"的脑电波已经提供了它所能提供的所有帮助.所以,他换了另一个.
一个接一个,他把它们换掉,一遍又一遍地练习.
等陈洛把脑海里所有的脑电波都看完了,外面的天已经开始变亮了.
经过一整夜的练习,陈洛感觉精力充沛,没有丝毫疲惫.他的身体充满了力量.
睡不着觉,陈洛决定起床在院子里修炼.
打完一拳后,他感到精神焕发,仿佛活了过来.他体内的血液涌动,仿佛被火焰点燃,释放出大量的热量,使他的力量以非凡的方式增长.
修炼完毕,陈洛走到附近的房间看了看.
"又出去了?"
陈洛本来打算叫三叔一起出去吃早餐,但当他推开门时,发现三叔已经走了.
从外观上看,他一定是在黎明前离开的.
这让陈洛感到一阵担忧.
"黑竹签到底代表什么?真的需要这么长时间吗?
通常情况下,一个埋葬任务会在一天内完成,比较麻烦的任务大约需要三天.自从到了城里,陈洛和三叔做的最长的任务就是三天.那个任务涉及处理城市郊区的战场.不仅有很多尸体需要埋葬,而且还有许多禁忌,这就是为什么花了这么长时间.
"我希望一切都好."
别无选择,陈洛默默地想着,继续在马奎子家练武.
When he got to the street, he noticed that it was still blocked off.
After taking a quick glance from a distance, Chen Luo decided to take a detour.
Once he arrived at Ma Quezi's house, Chen Luo practiced by himself in the courtyard.
After the experience of last night, every time he practiced the fist technique, Chen Luo could feel his strength improving. This visible, tangible increase in power made it hard not to get addicted to the process.
Over and over again.
Ma Quezi didn't know exactly when he had woken up and come outside, but when he saw Chen Luo, he was a little surprised. He remembered clearly telling Chen Luo yesterday to stay home and practice for a month, yet this kid had returned the very next day.
So, he walked over, intending to criticize the kid, but as he got closer, his steps subconsciously slowed down.
"Eh?"
Ma Quezi's expression changed slightly.
The kid, who had been practicing poorly yesterday, was now performing the movements with remarkable form. This made Ma Quezi realize that the "lesson plan" he had prepared in advance wasn't necessary anymore, and he quietly tucked the bamboo stick he had been holding behind his back.
"Master Ma, I've perfected the stance exercise from yesterday."
After completing the tenth repetition, Chen Luo felt as if his body was a furnace, emitting large amounts of heat. His blood flow had sped up significantly, and his muscles trembled with the increased intensity. His strength had improved once again.
"Not bad."
Ma Quzi, rarely, didn't keep his stern face and actually praised Chen Luo.
Chen Luo grinned, not saying anything fake. He had been practicing even while sleeping last night, so this achievement was well-earned. After all, he had worked so hard!
"Your stance technique has already entered the beginner's stage, and your progress is faster than I expected."
Ma Quzi walked over and sat down, preparing to give Chen Luo a detailed lesson on martial arts.
Seeing this, Chen Luo quickly sat down beside him.
Inheritance is all about guidance from a master. You can never create a true expert by working in isolation. The detours on the path of cultivation are even more numerous than those in life! Without guidance, one could stumble through these detours for a lifetime and never break through. The new use of brainwaves is the best proof of this. Without martial arts guidance, these brainwaves are just lingering attachments. But once martial arts guidance is introduced, they immediately transform. They start to show Chen Luo their 'understanding' from their own perspective while alive.
"Martial arts is something that relies heavily on innate talent. People with good talent learn quickly, while those with poor talent can never breakthrough in their entire lives."
As he spoke, Ma Quezi raised his hand, his fingers curled into a claw, and he struck a punch toward the air.
With a thunderous bang, a gust of wind surged, causing Chen Luo's pupils to contract.
He never expected that someone with such a thin and frail body as Ma Quezi could unleash such a powerful punch.
"This martial art of mine is called Black Tiger Fist, an absolute technique of my sect. When practiced to the extreme, it can make your vitality as potent as mercury, and your punch strong enough to sever rivers. If you can comprehend the fierce intent of the Black Tiger, you can further break through the limits of life and explore the mysterious, unknown path to immortality."
"Immortal Path?"
Chen Luo's eyes brightened.
This was the first time he had heard of the legend of the Immortal Path. He had originally thought that this was a martial arts world, but he never expected that the highest level would touch upon the realm of cultivation and immortality.
"Practice well. You have good talent; maybe you really have the potential to reach that stage."
Seeing that he had piqued Chen Luo's interest, Ma Quzi smiled and stood up, heading out to attend to his own business.
He said all this to spark Chen Luo's interest. As someone who had been through it all, he knew well that interest was the driving force for progress. For beginners, the most important thing was to give them something to dream about. Once they had a dream, they would have the motivation to move forward.
Moreover, what he said wasn't entirely a lie. If practiced to its utmost limit, his Black Tiger Fist could indeed touch upon the path of immortality.
But the key was whether one could truly reach that extreme.
Chen Luo practiced diligently the whole day at Ma Quzi's house, and only when nightfall came did he leave.
On his way home, however, he didn't go directly back. Instead, he took a detour and headed toward the outskirts, to the old graveyard. Relying on his memory, he embarked on another round of his tomb-raiding journey.
He prepared for a period of time and dug all the graves he knew!
Anyway, these people are dead.
Lending your brain to yourself can be considered as using your spare energy.
So for many days, there was a figure in the mass graves of Qingya County. Every time when the moon was dark and the wind was high, there would be a figure holding a lamp and swinging a hoe in the grave. But when people went to check the grave the next day, the grave was back to its original state. Over time, rumors of evil ghosts digging graves spread.
The grave digger was naturally Chen Luo.
He practiced boxing during the day and dug graves at night.
With the skills passed down by his uncle, he easily restored the grave to its original state before dawn.
As he dug more and more graves, he touched more and more bodies. When he got to the 100th one, he felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, his mind was dizzy, and he even had a nosebleed.
'I can't hold it any longer. '
Wipe the blood from his nose and Chen Luo reburied the grave.
As he dug more and more graves, he touched more and more bodies. When he got to the 100th one, he felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, his mind was dizzy, and he even had a nosebleed.
'I can't hold it any longer. '
Wipe the blood from his nose and Chen Luo reburied the grave.
The ten-day grave-digging operation had come to an end for now. He only felt top-heavy now, as if there were more than a hundred people noisy in his head, and he couldn't concentrate at all.
After returning home, he simply washed up and fell into bed, falling into a deep sleep.
He slept until the next afternoon, when he woke up groggily.
His head still hurt a little, but it was much better.
This incident also reminded Chen Luo not to blindly be greedy for too much. At least he couldn't do it at this stage.
After understanding this, he resumed his normal life.
He went to Ma Quezi's house to practice martial arts during the day and came back to rest at night.
Time passed, and half a month passed in a flash.
In the past half month, Chen Luo went out early and came back late every day, and went to Ma Quezi's house to practice boxing on time every day. His strength also increased at a speed visible to the naked eye. Now he has already practiced the Black Tiger Fist in a decent manner, and even Ma Quezi praised him and praised him as a martial arts genius.
The third uncle is still busy, and no one is seen every day.
He comes back less and less often, and the blockade on the street remains, and an invisible "force" is approaching.
The world has always been like this, and it has never been peaceful.
It's just that this time, the uncle and nephew happened to be involved.