Chapter 817

This set of Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield martial arts made Bai Lang quite interested, and he immediately felt it was necessary to practice it well. However, the big truck still had to be driven away, otherwise, this place was in the middle of nowhere, and there was no place to practice even if he wanted to—this martial art had matching medicinal soup and strength-building pills.

Where could he find medicinal materials in the wilderness? Bai Lang was an agency thug, not a medicinal herb collector, and it was impossible to collect all the medicinal materials here. So he still had to go to a town. As Bai Lang thought, if he wanted to collect medicine as much as possible, he could only go to those provincial capital cities. And now, it wasn't far from Lan Zhou.

Dozens of kilometers outside Lan Zhou City, Bai Lang abandoned the truck on the side of a fork in the road, then unfolded his skills to travel by night and rest by day, arriving in Lan Zhou City in one night, and even checked into a hotel—when he rented a house in the town, he used a fake ID.

With some free time, Bai Lang began to carefully study this martial arts secret manual. "The ratio of this medicinal soup, I always feel that although it might be true, it's not very reliable. As for the strength-building pills, although they might conform to pharmacology, the medicinal materials used are indeed too rare." Bai Lang muttered while looking at the prescription at the back of the book.

With his experience of receiving one Qi-supplementing pill every month in the Changle Gang and having seen such common pill prescriptions, plus he didn't go to brothels or provoke trouble everywhere on weekdays, but only used reading and practicing martial arts as a pastime, and after reading many medicinal classics, he had more or less some research on this pharmacology—no matter what, his knowledge was naturally better than those locals, and his learning and analysis ability was also better.

"The medicinal soup actually contains tiger bone, plus a bunch of medicinal materials that I know are not cheap just by thinking about it, and then it's boiled into a medicinal soup for soaking—and a pot of medicinal soup can only be soaked three times before it needs to be changed. This strength-building pill is ginseng—and it's over a hundred years old, and then there's a bunch of donkey-hide gelatin and the like, honey-refined into pills to be taken one a day." Let alone whether he could buy tiger bone now, just the medicinal materials he could buy, Bai Lang felt that his money probably wouldn't be enough to buy much.

In short, don't consider this medicinal soup and strength-building pills for now, try practicing it first. However, he wasn't in a hurry for a moment, wait until he borrowed a cheaper and less conspicuous residence the next day. The good deed he did in the last place wasn't much now—the surveillance cameras were limited, and could only capture him hijacking the car and running along the highway, but he lost his trail on the sections without surveillance.

The person caught was a guy who claimed to have picked up a truck, and the man who beat people and hijacked the car disappeared without a trace. And the next day, Bai Lang borrowed a house—he didn't care about the rent, and didn't have anything to move back and forth, so naturally, he could rent it quickly. And the place for practice was also simple—there was a park nearby, and it wasn't small, and there were many people exercising, so mixing in it wasn't conspicuous at all.

The practice method of the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield, at least as drawn in the secret manual, wasn't that shocking, and it was mainly moving fists and feet like the 32-Route Long Fist, while moving Internal Force—and there was also quite a bit of static meditation, just sitting cross-legged to refine essence into Qi.

However, Bai Lang still lurked for three days to see which way the wind was blowing—this teenager had never underestimated the surveillance capability of modern society. After confirming that there was no problem, on the morning of the fourth day, before the sun came out, he had already walked toward the park.

Parks wouldn't be open 24 hours a day. Even if square dancing was popular now, in order to avoid disturbing the residents and let those old men and women go to the park to dance, it was only open until nine o'clock in the evening, and would only open at six o'clock the next day for citizens to exercise in the morning. And Bai Lang had already sneaked into the park at four o'clock in the morning—where the Lightness Skill was displayed, he jumped over the wall lightly, landed without sound, and the whole person was like gliding on the ground—in fact, the Lightness Skill of Grass Flying had never been bad, it was just that not many people had truly practiced it to the level of mastery.

Arriving in the depths of the park, Bai Lang checked around front, back, left, and right to confirm that the night patrol security guards were not there. Then he sat on a stone bench on the ground, let out a long breath, and began to sit in meditation to adjust his Qi and practice breathing—he had also thought about practicing static meditation first. In this dead of night, practicing dynamic exercises that made quite a bit of noise, was he afraid that the security guards wouldn't know?

Anyway, practicing static meditation also took time. After circulating Qi to activate the meridians in his body, there was no problem practicing dynamic exercises. The most critical thing was that when collecting that mouthful of purple Qi at the beginning of the sunrise, it was the most suitable time to practice static meditation. Just like this, Bai Lang practiced until after the sun rose. The static meditation he practiced was still the Internal Force mental method he had practiced hard for three years—it could be considered upright and peaceful, but in the end, it was just an introductory technique for laying the foundation.

At six o'clock in the morning, many citizens had already entered the park, and now Bai Lang could truly start practicing—before this, he had already memorized the secret manual by heart, but still kept it on his person to be ready to watch at any time. This Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield didn't need to maintain a virgin body like the Thirteen Tai Bao Hard Training. Looking at the twelve passes written in this book, this martial art was more like it had been ripped from a wuxia novel.

The first pass was mainly dynamic exercises, but Bai Lang first practiced his own evolved 32-Route Long Fist—already according to his talent, it was more like Baji and Xingyi Pigua. Rolling Internal Force came out from the dantian, flowed along the meridians he had opened up for a full cycle, and repeatedly impacted the meridians that hadn't been opened up—practicing martial arts was originally like this. Without divine skills or immortal pills, he could only rely on his own hard training to grind away the obstacles in the meridians bit by bit.

Bai Lang knew that his talent was only upper-middle, and daily hard training was still not enough, so how dare he indulge himself? Full devotion brought about a fierce and powerful practice. Wherever his feet stomped, the earth also trembled slightly. People were already surrounding him, clicking their tongues in wonder—the citizens who came here for morning exercise every day almost all knew each other, and everyone had their own accustomed territory. This young man coming here to practice martial arts was a face they hadn't seen before, so naturally, some people would come to take a look.

Once they looked, it was amazing. This young man seemed to be practicing real martial arts. His punches were fierce and powerful, as if a dragon was turning and a dragon was soaring, and also as if a fierce tiger was jumping and roaring. The momentum was so great that ordinary people couldn't get within two zhang of him at all—this was still the level where Bai Lang's fist and foot martial arts had already been practiced to the point of being able to retract and release at will, able to collect most of the momentum and Internal Force inside, used to internally strengthen the meridians instead of dispersing them outside.

After finishing a set of Long Fist, Bai Lang closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, took a long breath, and began to practice the Golden Bell Shield. "Hmm?" Using the fist momentum combined with the breathing method, Bai Lang immediately felt that the Internal Force he was circulating in a full cycle jumped. His hands and feet didn't stop, and the next moment, the Internal Force that was circulating in the meridians turned into a roaring long river, directly rushing past the original meridian circulation route, and impacting toward another meridian. ===== CHAPTER 818 =====