Chapter 892: with translation of chapter title

Kong Jianshi spoke very implicitly.

Named entity: Kong Jianshi. Already in glossary.

But the point is very thorough.

That heaven-shaking, earth-moving, ghost-weeping god-moving technique that looks incredibly cool is just a skill.

The real key is the realm.

If you can't reach the stage of transforming internal force into internal qi, even the most exquisite sword technique won't achieve that effect.

Chen Wuji's heart died once more.

He has enough perseverance and diligence, but on the martial path he's still daydreaming.

"Old Kong, tell me honestly—with my current sword technique, what's the highest realm I can reach?" Chen Wuji asked.

Kong Jianshi glanced at Chen Li, Chen Wushuang, and the others, then said, "Young Master, I think several Chen generals could give you a perfect answer to this question. If I had to say it, I'd stick with my earlier view: qi-blood and bones are the foundation, diligent hard training are the branches, and enlightenment is the key to breaking through."

Young Master's current limitation isn't lack of training or comprehension, but his qi-blood and bones, which are innate and cannot be changed later—like trying to reverse yin and yang, it's nearly impossible.

Chen Wuji nodded regretfully, "They've all told me the same thing. I thought you, as a grand master, would have a broader vision and see more."

"Well... this does count for something, but Young Master's problem is something I truly can't help with," Kong Jianshi said helplessly.

If there were a way, he'd also like to help Chen Wuji improve, but he truly has no idea.

When Chen Wuji first asked him this question, he looked through the books in the building and asked many friends, but unfortunately no one gave a definite answer.

Chen Wuji pondered for a moment, "According to traditional Chinese medicine, at my age I'm far from reaching the peak of qi and blood; men, I recall, reach their qi and blood peak at thirty-two, with bones fully set, achieving a state of vigorous tendons and bones and fully strong muscles."

Since martial arts are based on qi and blood and bones as a foundation, logically at my age there shouldn't be no hope—just less hope. It's like if a person as a child is a thin trickle; this creek, with martial arts nourishment and training, could quickly get on the martial arts qi-blood path. At my age, logically it should just be inconvenient to train, right?

Chen Wuji's statement left Kong Jianshi, Chen Li, and the

Family Head, the principle is indeed correct, but this statement isn't entirely precise." Chen Li said, "Actually this also involves the nine orifices, five viscera, twelve nodes, and many aspects of human spirit and will; let me think how to explain concretely."

Chen Wuji raised his hand to interrupt Chen Li's words, "Eleventh Uncle, I basically understand a bit of what you said; spirit will and the five viscera and twelve nodes, regarding age and qi-blood, are the same—all a process from weak to strong."

Chen Li thought seriously, then nodded.

Indeed, it seems so.

A bunch of martial arts experts, being told by Chen Wuji, a half-baked TCM practitioner, something they don't know how to explain, had their minds go blank.

"Young Master, we can set this problem aside for now; I need to check the classics again." Kong Jianshi said, "My master taught me this way, those around me also learned like this, even the old shopkeeper hasn't thought about this problem, so I need to ponder it further."

Chen Li and the others all nodded in agreement.

They also came this way.

Kong Jianshi leaned against the Listening Wind Pavilion; the books he holds are more numerous, while they know even less. When the clan migrated south to Nan Jun to avoid scrutiny, the ancestors, using every means, hid only the most important classics—there wasn't even a single miscellaneous book.

Chen Wuji laughed, "Looks like I still have hope."

Kong Jianshi and the others couldn't bring themselves to be optimistic.

Although they don't know how to explain this, the rules passed down for thousands of years won't deceive people; since the predecessors set it this way, there must be a reason.

…… -> ellipsis, no named entity.

Yu Shi Mei stumbled into the military camp hidden in the valley, leaving behind a long trail of blood; under the pale moonlight it looks somewhat frightening.

Liu Yan, already asleep, heard the soldiers' report, threw on his clothes and rushed out, "How did it come to this? Whoever, quickly drag that surnamed Chang out of bed and save them!"

Yu Shi Mei's face deathly pale, she grabbed Liu Yan's arm, "No need, I have medicine on me; I can go myself, I don't trust others—even if I faint, don't treat me!"

"What nonsense are you saying? If you faint, no treatment—what if you die?" Liu Yan glared, "If you want to die I won't stop you, but the matter needs to be clarified beforehand; otherwise the prime minister will surely kick my head like a ball."

"Doctor Chang is also an old-timer in the army; he's one of our own. What do you have to distrust? Let him treat you—I'll guarantee it with my life."

"Living ancestor! On our own people's turf, you shouldn't be so cautious, right? Your life is far more important than mine; if you die, including me we'd lose a big chunk. Even if we had ill intentions toward you, we'd still be responsible for our own lives."

Yu Shi Mei snorted coldly, "Rest assured, I won't die!"

"I'm not reassured!" Liu Yan anxiously slapped his thigh, "Look, good grief, who dealt this so vicious? If this knife were a bit heavier, you'd be split in half!"

"The experts beside Chen Wuji, judging by swordsmanship should be from the Kong family!" Yu Shi Mei, face pale and weak, said, "Your idea to assassinate him—just forget it; it's impossible, his side has too many experts."

"Don't say more; we'll talk about these things after your wound heals—we're not in a rush. Anyway we've ended up like this, and I also want to vent." Liu Yan comforted, "Heaven won't doom me; since heaven gave me this blessed land, there will surely be broader paths ahead."

Yu Shi Mei rolled her eyes, fumbled to take out a white porcelain bottle from her bosom, "Open it, pour it on the wound, find someone to lift me in—you guys should scram."

"Such a serious injury? You just plan to brush it off?" Liu Yan stared, stunned.

If it weren't for being someone beside the prime minister, he'd really want to slap him twice.

"Laborers treat you as an ancestor, you treat me as a petty person—do I really look that suspicious?"

"Cut the crap, quickly pour—my medicine works better than that surnamed Chang's!" Yu Shi Mei panted, "Beside Chen Wuji there is at least one grand master and two masters; these have already appeared. If nothing unexpected happens, when I appear, Chen Wuji's side should still have experts protecting him."

If you really want to assassinate, then please have the minister send two more grand masters over after discarding this face!