Chapter 866

The internal force was vast and surging. Although three years of practice had only turned the internal force into a small river, and there were still two acupoints in the Ren meridian that hadn't been opened, it couldn't even be considered a complete small circulation. But at this moment, once he practiced the Golden Bell Shield, that small river-like internal force actually turned into a long river, surging and impacting one of the twelve regular meridians. This momentum was very intense, but the stamina was also extremely insufficient—who told this internal force to be the amount of a small river originally? To make it instantly turn into an angry wave was just to drain the water volume and play a one-wave flow.

Originally, such an impact, due to insufficient stamina, was very difficult to open the acupoints—it wasn't that opening the acupoints was the end of it; one still needed to circulate internal force in the opened acupoints and consolidate them to be considered as having opened the acupoints. Sure enough, the first wave of impact didn't open the acupoints, but Bai Lang's movements didn't stop, and his breathing was equally stable. So, very quickly, it flowed back from the opened acupoints and meridians out of thin air, gathered together into a new wave, and began to impact again.

This impact was actually quite painful. The key was that this was not pain that could be overcome by rubbing, but a feeling as if the meridians were broken inch by inch but had to be endured alive. Bai Lang gritted his teeth and endured it, while also forcibly restraining his mind, insisting on forcing himself to focus on the coordination of movements and breathing, and not thinking about the feeling of impacting the acupoints. The second wave also didn't succeed, but it was more painful—and as the movements continued, the third wave had already formed.

The third wave succeeded, opening the acupoint, and opening the first acupoint of this regular meridian. And Bai Lang still couldn't stop—because what was written in the manual was to finish this set of movements. So he endured the pain and continued, and this time, the acupoints being impacted became the last two acupoints of the Ren meridian... It was also three waves of impact. That intense pain almost made Bai Lang's movements deform, but it still failed to open the acupoints. Fortunately, this set of movements was finished.

Bai Lang finished his practice, breathed slowly to calm the restlessness of the internal force, and controlled them bit by bit into the dantian Qi sea. At this time, the sky was bright, and it was time to go back—incidentally, have breakfast, and continue practicing at noon and dusk, but this was not as important as the morning. Bai Lang had 24 hours a day, but he spent half of his time practicing—one movement and one stillness always consumed so much time.

In the remaining time, he could also surf the internet to collect information, stroll around to relax his mood, or even think about nothing, just enjoying the daze of modern life—even if it was dazing, it was better than being a thug in the dental agency in the world he transmigrated from... "It seems no wonder it needs so-called Qi-strengthening pills. With my level of having already practiced internal force, it would still be like this. If someone here hasn't practiced any internal force at all, wouldn't it be practicing in vain?" Bai Lang flipped through the manual and thought so.

And the medicinal soup used for external practice now seemed to be relatively unimportant—because the medicinal paste Bai Lang had used was definitely better than this. The medicinal paste issued as a small jar every month as a gang benefit likely had a better effect than the medicinal soup recorded in this manual. And Bai Lang had practiced uninterruptedly for three years, and the efficacy of the medicinal paste had long since penetrated into the bone marrow, and his Qi and blood had been developed enough. Therefore, when he practiced the first pass of the Golden Bell Shield, he didn't damage his body.

Looking at it this way, even the Qi-strengthening pills were probably not necessary. With Bai Lang's level, he could completely practice like this—the key was that this Golden Bell Shield could actually open acupoints, and it didn't look like a fake. However, he still had to be careful about whether he would go into Qi deviation. But with Bai Lang's introductory internal force and small river-like internal force, he probably wasn't qualified to go into Qi deviation yet? Not needing those prescriptions also had a benefit, which was that in Bai Lang's view, these prescriptions were more used as introductory restrictions. "Using high-priced or even impossible medicinal materials to block the practitioner—the reason you can't practice it is because you can't afford the medicine. Isn't this the usual trick of a Jianghu swindler?"

Hundred-year-old wild ginseng, as far as Bai Lang knew, was probably going to be lignified and couldn't be talked about having much medicinal effect, but the price was expensive to death... As for tiger bone? Forget it, let's see if cow bone can be substituted. In Bai Lang's view, practicing this kung fu was best for him to eat more meat.

It seemed that the case really didn't involve him. Logically speaking, this injury should be at least three years in prison, but if they couldn't find Bai Lang, it could only be a cold case. The second day, the third day... and even the following months, Bai Lang spent them like this. Two points and one line, no longer provoking trouble, practicing quietly, and this progress was naturally okay.

One of the twelve regular meridians was opened, and even the Ren meridian only had the last acupoint left. As long as it was opened, his small circulation could be considered complete—from then on, the internal force circulation would no longer be intermittent, and it could be said that his martial arts had greatly improved. Only at this step could he call himself a person in the martial arts world. A martial artist who hadn't even opened the small circulation could only be called a thug. Therefore, Bai Lang's spirit was even more sufficient, his practice became more serious, and the severe pain in the meridians had already begun to get used to.

This day was also a mouthful of purple energy at the first sunrise in the morning, and then he began to practice the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield, also enduring the severe pain of the meridians being forcibly widened, letting the giant wave of internal force that had gathered begin to impact the last acupoint of the Ren meridian. Thanks to these months of unremitting hard training, his internal force had grown quite a bit. This Golden Bell Shield's method of practicing from outside to inside also strengthened his external martial arts, absorbing a mouthful of true Qi from the external muscles, bones, skin, and flesh to strengthen his internal force—this was exactly the same as the Thirty-Two Road Long Fist he practiced at the beginning.

So now the giant wave turned into by internal force already had two wave crests, one in front and one behind, and if the front wave didn't succeed in impacting, it could superimpose 30% of its power onto the back wave, adding more power—of course, it was also more painful. Bai Lang practiced the external fists and feet of the Golden Bell Shield step by step, while outside, a circle of idlers or martial arts enthusiasts were watching him practice martial arts. Traditionally, this was considered a bit of a taboo, but Bai Lang didn't know or care about this at all—practicing openly in the park was inevitable, otherwise, he could just practice in his own courtyard, couldn't he?

He just controlled the explosive power of his fist, retracting his strength again and again, just not wanting to attract more people's attention. If he attracted those boring reporters or something to give him a city interview, that would be troublesome—Bai Lang couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be recognized by the few people he beat up after being on TV. There were old and young people surrounding him, but seven or eight people. In these few months, the number of people had gradually increased. At first, it was one or two, and then slowly, slowly it became these seven or eight. It seemed they didn't actively spread it.

Bai Lang didn't care about them first. For this day's giant wave impact, he originally estimated that it still couldn't be done, and perhaps it would take a few more days. However, he didn't expect that the first wave actually opened the last acupoint of this Ren meridian. The internal force rolled in, walked a circle along the Ren meridian, and the severe pain instantly turned into an indescribable feeling of comfort. His whole body felt light as if he was going to fly, and the pores of his whole body that were originally locked were opened in an instant. Sweat flowed out in the blink of an eye, wetting the clothes on his body, and the sweat steamed up, making him look like a freshly baked bun... ===== CHAPTER 867 =====