Chapter 865

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 would be no place to practice even if he wanted to—this martial art had matching medicinal soup and Qi-strengthening pills.

Where could he find medicinal materials in the wilderness? Bai Lang was a thug from a dental agency, 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 Lanzhou.

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

Having some free time, Bai Lang began to carefully study this martial arts manual. "The ratio of this medicinal soup, I always feel that although it might be true, it's not very reliable. As for the Qi-strengthening 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-replenishing 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 having read many medical classics, he had more or less some research on this pharmacology—in any case, his knowledge was naturally better than those locals, and so was his learning and analytical ability.

"The medicinal soup actually contains tiger bone, and a bunch of medicinal materials that one knows 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 Qi-strengthening pill is ginseng—and it has to be over a hundred years old, and then there's a bunch of donkey-hide gelatin and the like, made into pills with honey, one pill 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 Qi-strengthening pills for now, try practicing it first. However, he wasn't in a hurry for the moment; wait until he borrowed a cheaper and less conspicuous residence the next day. The good deed he did in the previous place was nothing now—the surveillance cameras were limited and could only capture him hijacking the car and running along the highway, but he lost his trace on the sections without surveillance.

The person caught was a guy who claimed to have found a truck, and the man who beat people and hijacked the car had disappeared without a trace. And the next day, Bai Lang borrowed a house—he didn't care about the rent, and he didn't have anything to move around, 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 was not conspicuous at all.

The practice method of the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield, at least as drawn in the manual, was not that kind of shocking appearance. It was mainly moving fists and feet like the Thirty-Two Road Long Fist, and at the same time moving internal force—and there was quite a bit of static meditation, just sitting cross-legged to refine essence and transform it into Qi.

However, Bai Lang still lurked for three days to watch the wind—this teenager had never underestimated the surveillance capability of modern society. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, on the morning of the fourth day, before the sun came out, he had already walked toward the park.

The park was not open 24 hours a day. Even now that square dancing was popular, 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 it would only open at six o'clock the next day for citizens to enter for morning exercises. 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, this Lightness Skill of Grass Flying had never been bad, it was just that not many people had truly practiced it to the level of a master.

Arriving in the depths of the park, Bai Lang checked around front, back, left, and right to confirm that the night 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 time when everything was silent, practicing dynamic skills with quite a bit of movement, 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 in practicing dynamic skills. The most critical thing was that when collecting that mouthful of purple energy at the first sunrise, it was the most suitable time to practice static meditation. Just like this, Bai Lang practiced until after the sun rose. This static meditation 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 only an introductory skill for laying the foundation.

At six o'clock in the morning, quite a few citizens had already entered the park, and now Bai Lang could truly begin to practice—before this, he had already memorized the manual by heart, but he still kept it on his body, ready to watch it at any time. This Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield did not 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 skills, but Bai Lang first practiced his own evolved Thirty-Two Road Long Fist—it had long been according to his talent, more like Baji and Xingyi Pigua. Rolling internal force emerged from the dantian, flowed through the meridians he had opened up to complete the circulation, and repeatedly impacted the meridians that had not been opened up—practicing martial arts was originally like this. Without divine skills or immortal pills, one could only rely on one's own hard training to grind away the obstacles in the meridians bit by bit.

Bai Lang knew his talent was merely above average; with daily hard practice still not being enough, how could he dare to indulge himself? His wholehearted devotion brought about a fierce and vigorous training session, and wherever his feet stomped, the earth trembled slightly. People had already gathered around, 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 habitual spots. This young man coming here to practice martial arts was a face they hadn't seen before, so naturally, some would come to take a look.

Once they looked, it was incredible. This young man seemed to be practicing real kung fu. His punches were strong and powerful, as if a dragon was turning and a snake was moving, 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—this was still at the level where Bai Lang's fist and foot skills had been practiced to the point of being able to retract and release at will, able to gather most of the momentum and internal force inside to internally strengthen the meridians instead of dispersing it outside.

After finishing the 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?" The fist momentum was used in conjunction with the breathing method. Bai Lang immediately felt that the internal force he was circulating jumped. He didn't stop his hands and feet, and the next moment, the internal force that was originally circulating in the meridians turned into a roaring long river, directly rushing past the original meridian circulation route and impacting toward another meridian. ===== CHAPTER 866 =====