Just like what the senior sister said yesterday, she thought she would most likely die of shock while practicing martial arts. "If I die, I die. At worst I can just reload the game and try again." Xi Heng made up his mind silently. …… The aroma of meat and sauce wafts through the dining hall, attracting people in. Xi Heng had rarely eaten meat since he traveled through time, and now he was starving. Although he was exhausted, he couldn't help but quicken his pace. As I entered the cafeteria, I smelled a strong bitter medicinal smell before I saw any meat or dishes. She was quite familiar with the smell of this medicine. She turned around and saw an old man scooping out bowl after bowl of black water from a large medicine pot and placing them on the wooden table. This man has gray hair and a pale face, and looks like a pharmacist or doctor. "Take one bowl of blood-stimulating soup before meals." The man who got the medicine saw a few new faces among the people coming and shouted in a hoarse voice. The sisters walking in front said nothing, picked up the bitter medicine on the table, closed their eyes and quickly drank it.
They tried their best to drink it and then coughed a few times, their expressions not looking very good. Some people spat out their dry tongues after drinking it, while others frowned and covered their lips with their sleeves for a long time. After a while, Xi Heng lined up in front of the wooden table. She took a deep breath, took a bowl and without sniffing it, she skillfully pushed it to her lips and took small sips one after another. The bitterness penetrated the root of the tongue, and a certain irritation flowed down the throat to the stomach. When drinking it, even the exhaled breath was mixed with a distinct medicinal taste. However, once the initial feeling of nausea subsides, you can feel the muscles connecting your limbs to your chest and abdomen gradually begin to itch and heat up. A sense of warmth spread throughout the body due to the effect of the medicine, and the soreness and tingling in the muscles were slightly reduced. After drinking a bowl of medicine soup, Xi Heng actually felt the blood flowing slightly in her limbs and bones. What was more obvious was that the strength she had almost exhausted just now was quickly replenished by half after drinking the medicine soup. Although this medicinal soup is bitter and difficult to drink, it is quite effective. "Good medicine tastes bitter." She exhaled, and this time the taste of the medicine in her mouth did not make her feel annoyed. "That's right." The old man who fetched the medicine looked at Xi Heng again and continued to scoop soup. The medicine bowls were piled up into several stacks. Xi Heng put down the bowl in his hand and went into the dining hall. Before, in the vast sword training ground, the people practicing sword in the sword academy were scattered in all directions, and Xi Heng did not deliberately count them. Now that everyone is in the cafeteria, the exact number can be easily counted at a glance. There were only about thirty sisters in the group, not even half of the dining hall was filled. Xi Heng had heard that in the famous martial arts schools in Jinshi City, there were always five to six hundred people practicing martial arts in the school, and sometimes during the peak season the number of people could even reach thousands. From this perspective, there are very few apprentices in the Red Line Sword Academy. Xi Heng got a meal, found Yan Hongji, and sat next to her to eat. There were a few slices of meat in the meal, but overall it was not very tasty, especially since I had just taken bitter medicine. Now every time I swallowed the food, I could taste a distinct bitter taste.
They chatted casually about their recent sword practice and the meal time was over quickly. When he returned to the sword training ground, Xi Heng had regained his strength after a hearty meal, and his moves were no longer as weak and erratic as before. When they were formally practicing sword skills, the senior sister who was teaching them would often come over with her arms folded to supervise the training of the newcomers. She sat beside the spring, sometimes approaching to correct the postures and movements of Xi Heng and others, and sometimes asking everyone to stop, explaining the purpose of the current movement, and teaching how to connect the sword moves. "The Red Line Sword is based on sharpness. When the sword is drawn, the body is as fast as lightning and the sword is as fast as the wind." During the explanation, the eldest sister hooked her hand, motioning Xi Heng to bring the wooden sword. After grasping the sword, she moved the blade slightly to the right and easily performed the first move of the Red Line Sword Technique. The next moment, Hong Miao swept the sword to the left. At the same time, he slightly bent his body and stepped his left foot to the right. The sword also drew a curve in the air and hit the lower left front, then swept to the lower right. The three slashes were completed in the blink of an eye. Before Xi Heng could react, the wooden sword had been put away. The eldest sister threw the wooden sword back and said to the four newcomers: "To be fierce, you need not only strength and speed, but also a pure heart." "If there is hesitation, uncertainty, or unwillingness in your heart, no matter how proficient you are in swordsmanship, it is not the Red Line Sword." "We learn martial arts through sword techniques. If we don't understand the sword meaning of our school, it will be even more difficult to control the qi and blood into strength." After she finished speaking, she walked towards another group of people practicing sword skills, leaving time for the newcomers to comprehend and understand on their own. Xi Heng stared for a long time at the place where the opponent had slashed out three swords in an instant, and kept recalling the scene in his mind. If those three swords fell on him, his body would probably be intact in the last moment, but would be cut into four pieces in the next second. "A pure heart..." She kept these four words in her heart. After a while, Lin Ying on the side began to practice sword again, but this time, her sword moves were no longer just a touch like before, but began to develop in a swift and fierce direction. She used considerable strength in every move she made, as if there was someone she hated deeply in front of her and she vowed to chop him into pieces. Seeing that the other party seemed to have understood something, Xi Heng also learned to make his sword moves more relaxed. Soon after, she found that practicing like this was too strenuous and returned to her previous steady methods. My body is too weak, so I should make the practice process more gentle... Time passed slowly amid the sound of sword dancing. At the end of the day, Xi Heng felt extremely sore all over, and there was a strange current of heat and aching feeling grinding against each other in his body. It seemed that the bowl of medicine he drank in the morning was still taking effect. She returned to her residence, and Xi Heng fell asleep on the bed due to the accumulated fatigue. She fainted three times today before she finally mastered the most basic Red Line Sword Technique completely and fluently. Her talent seemed to be quite good, but because she was too weak, she was unable to persist in long-term practice, and in the end she could only barely keep up with the progress of others. "I'm so tired." However, Xi Heng was quite satisfied with himself today.
…… Chapter 6: Difficulties in the Martial Arts Get up early in the morning to do morning exercises, then take medicine and eat, and then practice from dawn to sunset. This cycle repeats itself, and the days pass by smoothly. In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. Through daily practice of sword moves, sword learning and sword dancing, coupled with a regular and complete diet, Xi Heng's originally weak and thin body was strengthened and became stronger than before. You can continue sword dancing for longer periods of time and have more strength when wielding the sword. It's no longer like at the beginning, where I would be out of breath and sore all over after just swinging the sword left and right a few times. Even when taking a bath, I can see some muscle lines on my body, no longer pale and weak. "It doesn't matter what my talent is, at least I am healthier now." In the room, Xi Heng patted his flat chest and tried to convince himself softly. During the past ten days of martial arts training, Xi Heng had clearly realized that he was not really a martial arts genius. Among the apprentices in the Sword Academy, her talent was only above average, and at most she was just a little more understanding than others. It's a far cry from a true genius. What is troubling is that among the four new apprentices, there is indeed a genius - Lin Ying, who doesn't like to talk and is most focused on swordsmanship and martial arts. Now, only half a month has passed, and Lin Ying has already grasped the meaning of the Red Line Sword. She has gone through the stage of practicing sword techniques and started to learn various sword techniques with other sisters. Xi Heng and the other two are still practicing the most basic sword techniques, and it is unknown when they can be considered perfect. Only after being recognized by the senior sister and having mastered the basic sword skills to a standard level, can one move on to learning other extended moves and practice with other apprentices from the Sword Academy who have not yet entered the realm of strength. Xi Heng sighed softly and shifted his attention to continue feeling the changes in his body. She pressed her upper arms, calves, and abdomen, and her muscles became more toned and no longer as soft as before. Logically speaking, the body should be considered healthy. but…… Xi Heng covered his lips and coughed twice. Her cough has not improved and she has difficulty speaking loudly. Although she has muscles, she cannot exert force continuously for long periods of time. Therefore, when practicing sword moves, her movements were not as accurate and stable as others. Not only that, there are often symptoms such as dry mouth and tongue, hot flashes, night sweats, fever in the five parts of the body, tinnitus, and dry eyes. Although these symptoms will not directly hinder the practice of martial arts, if they persist for a long time, they will still have a significant impact on the upper limit of physical fitness and the degree of improvement in martial arts, and one will always be one level lower than others. During morning exercises today, senior sister Hong Miao, who came to watch them practice sword, also noticed something wrong with Xi Heng's body. She pointed out that these symptoms were caused by the weakness of internal organs. External training of bones, muscles and tendons was of little help to these symptoms, and that they needed to be treated with medicinal tonics.
Xi Heng kept these words in mind, and during lunch break, he went to Jianshengtang next to Jianyuan alone to ask for prescriptions and get some medicine. In the end, he bought a few large black honey pills for a high price of one or two taels of silver. Now, the pills were in her hand. "It's easy to build muscles, but how do you train your internal organs?" Xi Heng shook his head. She opened the straw paper in her hand, took out a honey pill from it, put it into her mouth, and swallowed it with warm water several times. "Will martial arts training be beneficial to the internal organs? If not, and I can't find a way to train my internal organs, I will still be a medicine jar in this life..." These tonic pills can only provide temporary relief for her. She was born with a deficiency of both qi and blood, and her meridians are blocked. It won't be long before her body becomes weak again after she stops taking the medicine. "While I still have the medicine to take, I should get into shape as quickly as possible." Xi Heng encouraged himself silently. …… Since taking the medicine, most of Xiheng's symptoms have gradually subsided. Therefore, when she practiced sword skills every day, she did not need to take a break after practicing a few times. At least she kept up with her fellow apprentices Yan Hongji and Li Anxue in terms of frequency. Her sword skills became smoother, more fluent, cleaner and neater as she continued to practice. I don’t know if it was due to good luck or good news after all the hard work, but after suppressing the effects of the disease, Xi Heng made rapid progress in the few days and gradually surpassed his companions. After just five days, Xi Heng had mastered the basic sword moves of the Red Line Sword and was told by the senior sister that he was ready to move on to the next stage. "It's not bad to understand the moves on the 20th." Hong Miaoyan said. "Can I get into the game at this speed?" But this was the only thing Xi Heng wanted to know. "Hmm..." The eldest sister thought about it carefully, shook her head and told the truth: "For those who mastered the move in 20 days, less than one in ten can enter the realm of strength." "Only one out of ten survives?" Xi Heng frowned slightly and asked again: "Does it mean that you can't enter the energy during the three months of training in the courtyard, or do you mean..." "For a lifetime." The other party added simply. On the side, Yan Hongji and Li Anxue, two women who had not yet made their move, felt a chill in their hearts when they heard this. "Martial artists never lie." The eldest sister glanced at the three people, sat down naturally, and said to them: "In our Red Line Sword Academy, among those who can pay silver to enter the academy to learn swordsmanship, only one out of ten can achieve strength within three months." "For those who choose to make up the payment after March and continue to stay in the Sword Academy, their chance of admission is also only 10%." "If you still haven't gained strength after six months, you still have to stay in the courtyard to continue practicing, and your strength may only be halfway there." "From now on, there will be nothing." She stated this fact calmly and looked back at the few people who were practicing in the corner of the sword academy at the back. "Just like those few people, they have been training in the sword academy for more than two years, but they still haven't been able to get into the strength. I don't know when they will give up." She sighed aloud, which was rare: "In the end, martial arts still depends on talent." "Among the four of you who started at the same time, I only think Lin Ying can succeed." Hong Miao finally said, "If you think you are not a martial arts talent, and that martial arts is not the only path you can take... it is not a bad thing to leave early. The money you earn for the remaining time can be returned to you." "..." The three listeners fell silent.
Yan Hongji's eyes showed confusion and she bit her lower lip lightly. Xi Heng blinked. Is this what someone who runs a martial arts school as a business should say? "That's all I have to say." Hong Miao stood up and said to Xi Heng, "I will take you to the sword fighting field to meet the other sisters." "Yeah." Xi Heng came back to his senses and nodded. She had already made up her mind to practice martial arts in this life, even if she died on the way. How could she give up?
