After understanding the function of the system, Lin Xuan fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, it was already noon the next day.
The wound on his head had already healed a little. He took the Chinese medicine that the doctor had left behind.
He started to grind his proficiency.
"Whoosh!"
He sat cross-legged on the bed, looking like the Wuxia novels he had read in the past. His five hearts faced the sky, and his hands held Yin and Yang. He closed his eyes and began to breathe, regardless of whether it was useful or not.
After an hour, he couldn't hold on any longer. His hands were sore, his feet were numb, and his back was cramping.
He opened the system panel.
Name: Lin Xuan
Cultivation:
[Internal Skill: Breathing (1000/100000)]
[External Skill: None (0/100000)]
[Lightness Skill: None (0/100000)]
[Swordsmanship: None (0/100000)]
[Saber Technique: None (0/100000)]
[Finger Technique: None (0/100000)]
[Fist Technique: None (0/100000)]
[Palm Technique: None (0/100000)]
[Capture: None (0/100000)]
When he meditated, he could increase his proficiency with every breath he took. It seemed that he would be able to level up his breathing in a few days.
He got out of bed and stretched his muscles. This time, he chose to practice finger techniques, and his two fingers formed sword fingers.
Just as he had guessed, every time he used the sword finger, he would gain a point of proficiency.
In other words, as long as he used 100,000 fingers, he could complete the upgrade of the basic finger technique.
Then, he tried fist and palm techniques. Just like finger techniques, his proficiency increased every time he used them.
Four hours later, Lin Xuan trained his finger technique, fist technique, and palm technique to 2,000 before stopping.
His clothes were drenched in sweat. The sky darkened, and he boiled water to take a shower before cooking.
After dinner, he sat down cross-legged and continued to practice breathing to increase his proficiency.
Every time, he would only persist for an hour before stopping. After resting, he would continue to meditate.
In this way, he didn't step out of the restaurant for seven or eight days. Every day, he would either meditate or practice his fist, palm, finger, and leg techniques, making rapid progress.
His proficiency in fist, palm, leg, and finger techniques had all reached 70,000, while his proficiency in breathing had reached more than 90,000.
He was just one point away from reaching the maximum level of proficiency.
Lin Xuan was familiar with all kinds of martial arts novels and naturally knew that internal strength was the foundation of martial arts. All moves could only be powerful if they were powered by powerful internal strength.
Therefore, when he was cultivating, he placed his focus on breathing and breathing, striving to reach the maximum level as soon as possible and cultivate true qi.
He sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed. He adjusted his breathing and his proficiency increased continuously.
Unknowingly, more than an hour had passed. His entire body was in unbearable pain, but he still persisted.
When the proficiency reached 100,000, the voice that he had not heard for a long time appeared in his mind again.
"Beep. Congratulations to the host. Your breathing has reached the maximum level of proficiency. It has now been upgraded to a beginner internal cultivation method.”
Then, the sound disappeared, and a warm current appeared in his body. As he breathed, this warm current circulated through his body, and the soreness and pain disappeared. His entire body felt warm.
"This is True Qi."
He opened his eyes and revealed a look of joy. Then, he tried to mobilize this true qi according to the chant of the elementary internal force mental cultivation method.
Although it was very weak, it was real. As the chant circulated, his zhenqi gradually increased.
After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, all the zhenqi had returned to his dantian. He felt refreshed, and even the wound on his head was healing faster than usual.
After practicing several thousand fist techniques, palm techniques, and finger techniques, he finally went downstairs.
Strangely enough, before he had cultivated true qi, he would feel pain all over his body after practicing external techniques. But now, he was only a little tired.
He looked into the mirror and realized that his body seemed to be much stronger than a few days ago. Under his loose robe, his muscles were bulging.
His predecessor was just a down and out young master. Although he did not have any bad habits, he usually lacked training and was extremely weak.
Arriving on the first floor, he casually lifted the wine jar that weighed seventy to eighty catties effortlessly.
"After I've maxed out my fist, palm, finger, and leg techniques, I'll have to go to the blacksmith shop to forge two swords.”
He thought to himself.
He walked into the kitchen, picked up the basket, and prepared to go out to buy some rice and noodles. He had eaten all the food he had stored up in the past few days.
Speaking of which, the business of his restaurant was not much better than the Shangru Inn across the street. He did not see any customers for ten days or half a month.
There was only Lin Xuan in the shop, but many people in the neighborhood of Qixia Town would take care of his business.
Anyone who had a wedding or wanted to drink would buy from him.
When he opened the door of the restaurant, the long-lost sunlight shone in, and it was especially dazzling.
"This is really good."
he muttered.
At the counter of Shang Ru Inn, Scholar Lu was holding a book of poetry and reading it while shaking his head. Dust and spider webs were everywhere in the inn lobby.
"Scholar, help me look after the shop. I'm going to buy some rice and noodles.”
Lin Xuan shouted.
"Shopkeeper Lin, have you recovered from your injuries?"
Scholar Lu put down his book.
"I'm fine. It's all scabbed."
He carried the basket along the alley to the rice shop on East Street.
"Shopkeeper Lin, I heard that you fell a few days ago. Are you alright?”
This street was filled with acquaintances who greeted him warmly. Lin Xuan had a warm smile on his face as he responded to them one by one.
"Shopkeeper Zhang, send 50 catties of rice to the restaurant later.”
After paying, he went to the oil shop to buy some oil. Then, he went to the vegetable market and meat market to buy some fresh meat and vegetables.
As the saying goes, the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. If you want to practice martial arts, you have to eat a lot of food, and it has to be nutritious. You can't go without meat for every meal.
Otherwise, forget about practicing martial arts to strengthen one's body, one would probably damage one's body first, leaving behind a lot of root causes.
Lin Xuan could clearly feel his appetite growing bigger and bigger. The cooking skills of this body's predecessor could be described in one word, that was terrible.
However, Lin Xuan's cooking skills were not bad. Not long after, he prepared the food.
Two meat dishes, three veggies, and a soup.
"Little Lin, I'm eating."
Just as he was about to start eating, he heard Xing Yusen's voice. He looked up and saw Old Xing walking over from East Street.
"Old Xing, you haven't eaten yet, right?”
Lin Xuan stood up and took another set of chopsticks.
"I'm not here to freeload.”
Xing Yusen rubbed his hands and sat down with a smile.""I originally wanted to tell you something, but since I ran into you, I won't stand on ceremony.”
"Why are you being so polite with me?"
Lin Xuan opened a jar of Nu 'er Hong and poured it for Old Xing.
"What is it that is worth you coming here personally?”
Old Xing looked around to make sure that there was no one else, then he lowered his voice and said,""Arrester Li is coming back from Eighteen Miles Shop today. He will definitely be patrolling the streets tomorrow. Remember, don't open the door for the next few days.”
"Brother has never told anyone about this.”
"Li Xiulian?"
Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows.
"Yes."
Old Xing nodded.
Li Xiulian, also known as Big Mouth Li, was now the head of the Four Major Arresters in Guanzhong and the only constable in Qixia Town.
Every now and then, he would ask for bribes from the merchants in Qixia Town. He would rob anyone who had good things that they did not give him.
His predecessor had also been blackmailed several times.
The merchants on this street were afraid that he was Lou Zhixian's nephew, so they did not dare to report him. They could only swallow their anger.
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