novel-bin 48, squeezed dry
48, squeezed dry
"Test your fists and feet first, then test your weapons."
Ren Qingshan was determined to squeeze him dry.
The saying goes, "One force can overcome ten techniques," and our current situation is a perfect example of that.
He himself is "one force", while he is "ten skills".
It resembles a conflict between the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect.
Pang Ziqian was already itching to learn. After bowing and thanking him, he walked towards the center of the training ground, assumed a fist stance, and clasped his hands together, saying, "Senior Ren, please enlighten me."
"Stop when you've made your point."
Ren Qingshan stood calmly face to face with him, beckoning him: "Come here."
Pang Ziqian moved swiftly, his feet moving like the wind, his hands like nimble snakes, twisting and turning, appearing unpredictably. His feet were steady and balanced, combining offense and defense.
This person's moves are indeed exquisite and unique.
At first glance, Ren Qingshan could not see any flaws. He used both hands to strike and deflect, guarding the gate meticulously.
In the blink of an eye, more than thirty moves had passed between offense and defense.
Pang Ziqian was completely absorbed, his every move and stance was extremely skillful, and his potential energy was constantly accumulating.
Finally, his pupils contracted sharply as he saw the opening Ren Qingshan had made. His fist lashed out like a thief, aiming for Ren Qingshan's chest.
This punch was unavoidable!
Pang Ziqian immediately stopped, saying, "Senior Ren, you flatter me."
Despite his best efforts to suppress it, a slight smile still crept onto his lips.
A narrow victory!
Seeing his smugness, Ren Qingshan nodded slightly: "Without using true energy, I really can't beat you. Let's try again."
It provides ample emotional value.
This kind of free sparring partner is like a secret treasure, a walking treasure trove of skills, it's so useful!
When Pang Ziqian saw that he had actually admitted that he was inferior, he quickly said a few words of modesty, and once again unleashed his fists, attacking tirelessly.
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About an hour later.
"Ziqian, let's do it again, the sixty-ninth time!"
Ren Qingshan unleashed his fist strikes, calm and composed.
Pang Ziqian's clothes were soaked with sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water. He was panting heavily, and wisps of white mist rose from his head. Although his eyes were tired, they shone brightly.
Sixty-eight consecutive wins!
He was well aware that Senior Ren was using a set of moves, as his own victories were becoming increasingly difficult, and many of his moves had clearly been adapted during the counter-moves.
But this feeling of winning is truly addictive!
Senior Ren's martial arts level is not only high, but his words are also exceptionally pleasant to hear, which is truly exhilarating and makes one's thoughts exceptionally clear.
"Come!"
Pang Ziqian gritted his teeth and launched a fierce attack, as if presenting a treasure. He used a new move again and attacked more than a dozen times, but finally his blood and energy ran out, his legs went weak, and he staggered.
next interest.
A warm, large hand gently supported me.
Of course, it's Ren Qingshan.
"Brother Ziqian, you must be tired. Go back and rest well. We'll fight again tomorrow."
"Your martial arts are truly amazing. Your decades of learning are profound and impressive, worthy of our admiration."
"I'll come see you tomorrow morning, okay?"
Ren Qingshan said with a gentle and kind smile.
Pang Ziqian took a deep breath, his eyes filled with emotion, as if a warm current was rising from his heart once again.
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inside the room.
Fang Yanping was still preparing medicine with his apprentice Wang Liang and four doctors.
The advisor, Zhou Jinwen, stood by the window, watching the competition on the training ground, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Although he couldn't hear what the two were saying, he was a quick-witted person and had already figured out Ren Qingshan's intentions. He just wanted to laugh.
This Ren Qingshan is rather cunning.
After dozens of consecutive matches, Pang Ziqian had almost absorbed most of his skills.
All warriors are brave.
Young martial artists, in particular, are full of vigor and vitality, and are unwilling to suffer even the slightest loss.
Even in a friendly match between fellow disciples, a winner must be determined. Losing by even a single move is like losing one's parents.
However, Ren Qingshan is thirty-five years old by the traditional Chinese age reckoning and thirty-six by the Chinese age reckoning. His age is considerable, but his temperament is also up to par. He is truly experienced and resilient, seeking only tangible benefits and not empty fame.
True Qi realm, coupled with such refined techniques...
Next year, it's likely that not only martial arts scholars will be considered, but even martial arts graduates will be in a strong position.
It is of great use.
……
That evening, Ren Qingshan went to the Lu family again to discuss the specific timing of the plan's execution.
In this attempt to lure the enemy into a trap, the outward appearance must be flawless.
The Lu family planned to transport 20,000 catties of refined salt to the prefectural city. Lu Jiu led the team, with 80% of the family's guards and laborers participating. When they passed through Yushugou, they planned to purchase a batch of medicinal herbs along the way. The purpose of this grand and imposing journey was to spread the word.
Ren Qingshan secretly followed him.
If the ruthless bandits were to make a move, they would fall right into the trap.
If the other party doesn't make a move, this batch of refined salt will be enough to supply the city's inventory for a season.
The trip is scheduled to take place in five days.
Ren Qingshan had no objection. After discussing this matter, he inquired about buying land, hoping it could be completed before departure.
In the late stage of Silver Blood, condensing true qi is already quite safe, but if one can advance to Jade Marrow before departure, then there is absolutely no chance of failure.
Although Jin Xiulan felt it was rushed, she thought that the life-or-death struggle would put people at ease, so she solemnly agreed, saying that she had already given instructions today and that tomorrow she would send the Lu family manager, apprentices, and servants to collect land everywhere. In addition, the Lu family also had more than 200 acres of dry land, and before setting off, she would definitely prepare the land deeds for 500 acres of dry land.
Ren Qingshan nodded happily, then took his leave.
Five days.
That should be enough to squeeze Pang Ziqian dry.
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Early the next morning.
Pang Ziqian would practice his exercises in the morning, first taking a bath for half an hour with a Qi and Blood Dispersing Decoction, and then taking a secret medicine to replenish his Qi and Blood.
Even so, I still feel that I am not at my peak, probably only at about 80%.
Upon hearing from his servant that Ren Qingshan had come to visit, he immediately went to greet him.
After some pleasantries...
In his backyard, the two immediately engaged in several more matches.
Thirty rounds of fist and foot techniques, and twenty-seven rounds of swordsmanship.
When sparring, wooden swords are used to avoid the danger of swords striking without warning.
Ren Qingshan was not as good as him, but he benefited greatly from it.
After the competition, seeing Pang Ziqian completely drained again, he praised him repeatedly before leaving.
Although Pang Ziqian was tired, he gained an extremely strong sense of spiritual satisfaction and did not want to disappoint his seniors. He was truly... tired but happy.
……
It was past noon.
Ren Qingshan set off for Wude Temple to prepare to fulfill his duty of offering sacrifices.
In just half a day, he had participated in over a hundred matches. Although he possessed true energy, he was still somewhat exhausted. However, after converting the remaining eight strands of earth energy into qi and blood, he was fully recovered.
Ziqian is truly a remarkable person!
Old age may bring vigor, but old horses are still capable of galloping on their stalls; they grow stronger with age, and their sharpness remains undiminished.
When Ren Qingshan arrived at the training ground, he saw that about ten disciples had already arrived, and there was a martial artist leaning on two black iron crutches on the side of the field.
He lost both of his thighs at the root, leaving only his upper body. He leaned on crutches under his armpits, but the crutches were extremely long, about eight feet in total, making him two heads taller than himself.
His arms were unusually thick; when they hung down, they were longer than his upper body and could support him on the ground.
Wearing a pair of bright silver gloves and heavy iron armor, he even has a "base" attached to his crotch. It is meteorite-colored, with square edges and a hemispherical bottom, making it suitable for both movement and use as a shield.
Although we do not know what kind of person he is, his appearance is already admirable enough. He is disabled but determined, making the most of his physical limitations.
It seems that this person is Zhao Qianfeng, another honoree of the Martial Virtue Academy.
"Senior Zhao, I am Ren Qingshan, a newly arrived retainer of the Martial Virtue Academy."
Ren Qingshan stepped forward steadily and bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.
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