Chapter 819

"The Ren meridian is open! The first pass of the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield is also broken!" The sweat was quite sticky, sticking to the skin and clothes, which was very uncomfortable, but Bai Lang's heart was filled with waves of joy—opening the Ren meridian meant that the small cycle was completed, and his Internal Force had increased by at least three or four times, turning from the original small river into a river that could be seen. And the capacity of the dantian Qi sea had also changed from a small pond to a size that could be called a water pool. In terms of martial arts alone, he was at least ten times stronger than before.

The most critical thing was that he could now be called a martial arts person, and was no longer any "thug." However, the key at the moment was to quickly return to the place where he lived to take a bath, change into a set of clothes, and then sit in meditation to adjust his breath to calm down the Internal Force, and walk a cycle to consolidate it. So Bai Lang hurriedly finished his practice and was about to leave this place directly.

At this time, among the few people surrounding him, two young men directly bowed and saluted, "Take me as your apprentice, Master." Although Bai Lang had some psychological preparation—these people had been watching him for more than a month, and Bai Lang knew about the psychological activities of some of them. "Ah?" This young martial arts person pretended to be stupid, looking at these two young men who were definitely older than him.

"I want to learn real martial arts!" These two people said in unison again. Bai Lang also smiled, "Next time, next time." Regarding teaching martial arts, he didn't care—anyway, they were all superficial skills, and practicing them wouldn't cause any problems, and being able to strengthen the body was also quite good. As for being fierce and fighting after practicing martial arts? This was a matter of personal character, and it had nothing to do with him teaching martial arts.

Putting this kind of thing aside, Bai Lang quickly passed through the park and quickly returned to the place he rented. He didn't even want to wash the clothes he changed, just threw them away, and felt that scrubbing his body wasn't effective, so he washed with shower gel, put on his clothes, and went out again, going to a bathhouse to prepare to let someone scrub his back. "Scrub my body well. I think it's the dirt discharged from the body through the pores after opening the small cycle."

Sure enough, the things scrubbed out by the little brother who scrubbed his back even surprised Bai Lang himself, "There's at least a pound of old mud! Damn!" The little brother seemed to be a little shocked too—out of the ethics of the service industry, he tried his best to hold back his contempt, but Bai Lang knew that this little brother must be thinking about how many years this person hadn't taken a bath...

Even though Bai Lang felt that he was fragrant, there was no way to deal with the large amount of things coming out of his pores. The key was that they were still sticking to his skin. Anyway, after the little brother scrubbed hard, Bai Lang specially added the most expensive package, which could be considered as letting the little brother get more commission. After Bai Lang, who was red all over, rinsed off, he soaked in the pool. While feeling great, he also began to silently circulate the Internal Force small cycle.

The circulation of Internal Force had never been so smooth, and the Internal Force that walked through the Ren meridian contained more power and generated more new Internal Force when walking through other meridians than before. "No wonder that Mo Di was directly accepted into the inner sect. Although I haven't seen him again in three years, I guess he can already be considered a good hand? At least he has opened more than half of the twelve regular meridians—if it's just according to my current situation..."

And the Internal Force circulation route belonging to the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield was not the same as the introductory-level Internal Force. Bai Lang tried to circulate according to the Golden Bell Shield's Internal Force route—now he had only broken the first pass, and the Internal Force circulation route was very short, and it was just those few regular meridians that walked when practicing the first pass—at the same time as breaking the pass, they had all been opened.

After this Internal Force circulated according to the breathing method, it flowed through the meridians and immediately brought Bai Lang a feeling of heaviness and stagnation, just like a river turning into mercury. Although the circulation slowed down, the solidity and momentum had made great progress. It was just that such Internal Force would soon dissipate, and it was estimated that it would take some time to completely transform the introductory True Qi in the dantian into the Internal Force of the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield.

"Since that's the case, let's grind it slowly." Bai Lang made a decision.

The Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield martial arts, in Bai Lang's view, didn't seem to need much of the world's Yuan Qi. Of course, using the world's Yuan Qi might make the practice faster, but for now, it was just digging True Qi from the food that supplemented Yuan Qi he ate and his own body. From outside to inside was the ultimate secret of this martial art. The next day, after Bai Lang absorbed the first mouthful of the sun's purple Qi, the park opened not long after, and those few people also came. When they came, they first surrounded and watched. After Bai Lang finished a set of 32-Route Long Fist, they cautiously came over and directly wanted to kowtow to become apprentices.

Being able to do this step, those who had come to watch Bai Lang practice martial arts every day for more than a month without wind or rain must be people who loved martial arts from the bottom of their hearts—Bai Lang didn't hate such people. Although he might not love martial arts so much, just to survive, he could understand such people. And these few people were probably a little rich—the longest one had been watching him for several months, and this was almost half a day. It was estimated that they didn't need to work to earn money.

He looked at these people and pondered for a moment, "Don't kowtow to become apprentices. It's no problem to give you some pointers. Let's make progress together, make progress together." After saying that, Bai Lang walked to the young man who was leading, "You have practiced martial arts, so let me see what you have practiced, and to what extent you have practiced? Come one by one."

Bai Lang didn't mind spending this little time—anyway, he wouldn't practice from morning to night. In this way, haste makes waste, and he was afraid that he would practice his body badly. Those people were also very happy. They were just trying it out, and didn't expect that this "young man" with real skills would actually be willing to give them pointers on their martial arts.

These martial arts enthusiasts really had some skills under their hands—being able to run over to watch Bai Lang practice martial arts before dawn every day, this perseverance in practicing martial arts was still there. In Bai Lang's view, these people were probably formally apprenticed to a master, and it seemed that the master had really taught some real skills. At least it was a little different from the enthusiasts he saw on weekdays, "Have you learned fighting methods? You must have formally apprenticed to a master, right?"

These people all nodded one by one, "Dasheng Pigua, Baji Fist, Xingyi Fist, Tiger Crane Double Form." These people reported the names of the martial arts they practiced one after another. "Let me practice a set first." Bai Lang thought for a while, and the 32-Route Long Fist was displayed again. This time, he hit it even slower.

Next, he let those people practice while giving pointers on what they needed to pay attention to—but it was just the level of not having practiced strength, and Bai Lang's martial arts were more than enough to guide them. Of course, some people also proposed that they wanted to learn his 32-Route Long Fist—this was a smart person with eyes, who saw at a glance that the mystery and power of this set of Long Fist were above the martial arts they practiced.

Bai Lang just smiled and didn't pick up this topic—it wasn't that he didn't want to teach, it was purely because this person was ambitious, and his own martial arts were not good enough to practice his 32-Route Long Fist well—or it was better for those who had never learned martial arts to directly learn the 32-Route Long Fist.

Just like this, in a corner of the park, a small martial arts group was established. ===== CHAPTER 820 =====