Jindong Street.
This is a large courtyard, more than twice the size of the place Lin Zheyu rented.
From the outside, the house is built very beautifully, and it should be quite expensive. It’s just unclear whether Mr. Liang rented or bought it.
Knock knock
Knock knock knock
Lin Zheyu knocked on the door in a steady rhythm.
It wasn’t long before the door creaked open.
Liang Song limped to open the door, then turned back to continue watering the flowers.
The courtyard was filled with purple flowers, a refreshing fragrance lingered in the air, very pleasant.
The leaves of the plants were lush green, the flowers were large and peculiar, resembling fluttering colorful butterflies, the rich colors were quite beautiful.
"Don’t move, just find a place to sit freely."
When Lin Zheyu eagerly stepped forward to help water the flowers, Liang Song stopped him with a sound.
He treasured these flowers greatly and didn’t want Lin Zheyu, who didn’t understand flowers, to harm them.
Lin Zheyu quietly sat at the stone table in the courtyard.
Mr. Liang spent more than half an hour watering the flowers before he contentedly ca over and sat down beside Lin Zheyu.
He walked with a limp, looking like a slovenly old man, lacking any deanor of a martial arts master.
"No need to be so restrained, relax a bit."
"You even brought at, that’s very thoughtful."
"We don’t practice any formal ceremony here, besides, I haven’t decided to take you as a disciple yet."
Liang Song glanced at the items Lin Zheyu brought to the table and said with a smile.
He was just temporarily interested in teaching so basic martial arts, how much could be learned depended on Lin Zheyu’s perception.
Lin Zheyu showed a faint smile, said nothing, picked up the brewed tea from the table, and obediently poured a cup for Liang Song.
"Studying martial arts depends on perception, perseverance, and resources."
"Your physical foundation is too poor, it needs to be nurtured for a while."
Liang Song took the tea handed by Lin Zheyu, and while eating the pastries Lin Zheyu brought, spoke with interest.
He really liked the stories Lin Zheyu told, quite interesting, many characters in the stories suited his taste.
Just that the scholar’s spirit was too prominent, all the protagonists in the stories were scholars, indecisive, and it was tireso to listen to.
If you ask him, making Yan Chixia the protagonist would be more reasonable.
"Hmm, hmm, I’ve earned so money recently and have been nurturing my body."
"That’s not enough, nurturing the body requires both eating and training."
Liang Song said lightly: "Your foundation is very weak, hasn’t been exposed to martial arts, and doesn’t usually train much, your waist, legs, and feet are frail."
"The towering building starts with the basics, learning martial arts requires starting with the basic staking practice."
Liang Song walked to the center of the courtyard.
He relaxed his shoulders, squatted slightly, extended his hands horizontally, making slight movents, with a rhythm as if swayed by the breeze, like rippling waves.
"Learn from ."
"This is one of the basic staking practices, the horse stance stake."
Lin Zheyu walked over, mimicking Liang Song’s posture, half-squatted, arms extended, with a posture like riding a horse, rising and falling.
"Your movents are incorrect."
"The horse stance stake, as the na implies, is understood from riding a horse, when standing, it should also rise and fall, conjuring a horse out of thin air."
"You need to imagine yourself riding a horse, galloping, with your feet transforming into the galloping steed rising and falling, rging the horse into your waist and legs."
Liang Song said softly.
His body rose and fell, high and low, really like riding a steed, galloping.
After demonstrating for a while, he walked to Lin Zheyu’s side and voiced guidance: "Grip the earth with your toes, let your knees naturally straighten... "
"During the body’s rise and fall, constantly shift your body’s center of gravity..."
Following Liang Song’s guidance, Lin Zheyu gradually found the right track.
When Lin Zheyu made mistakes in his posture, Liang Song would throw a pebble to hit the spot where force was applied incorrectly.
Quickly, Lin Zheyu learned the standing posture of the horse stance stake.
At first, he stood, but could only persist for less than ten minutes before trembling all over and sitting on the ground.
"Go practice at ho."
"When you can hold the horse stance stake for one hour, co find again."
"If you can’t achieve it within a month, then don’t co back."
Liang Song waved, telling Lin Zheyu to leave.
He’s not soone who teaches everyone, Lin Zheyu seed pleasing to him, so he gave him a chance.
Whether he teaches or not depends on Lin Zheyu himself.
If he doesn’t even have the perseverance to practice staking for one hour, then there’s no need to teach.
"Yes, Master."
Lin Zheyu stood up with trembling legs.
His body was too weak, he could only stand the horse stance stake for less than ten minutes and couldn’t hold it.
Lin Zheyu didn’t leave imdiately, but respectfully asked: "Master, is there any formula for soup or dicinal bath that can help recover my body quickly?"
Achieving the ability to stand the horse stance stake for one hour in a month is very challenging.
One hour equates to two hours; he struggles even to run for thirty minutes now.
And Lin Zheyu’s physical foundation is very poor; without the assistance of dicinal baths or soup formulas, it’s too difficult to accomplish.
"There are, but these formulas are very expensive, a set of dicine can cost more than a tael of silver, and that’s just the most basic formula."
"I’ll give you a formula for replenishing qi and boosting blood, you can follow it and get it at the pharmacy."
"This formula is roughly a bit more than a tael of silver, just don’t buy it too expensively."
Liang Song said.
He invited Lin Zheyu inside to grab a pen and paper, and wrote swiftly.
Liang Song’s writing matched his personality, wild and rough, and sowhat sloppy, okay, can’t flatter anymore.
Liang Song’s handwriting was terrible.
Who says the writing of masters must be beautiful?
Lin Zheyu looked at Liang Song’s writing, had to ponder for a while to recognize what was written.
"Thank you, Master!"
Lin Zheyu took the formula and said respectfully.
After bidding farewell to Liang Song, he headed straight to the pharmacy.
"It’s truly that scholars are poor and martial artists are wealthy, a formula alone costs a tael of silver."
Lin Zheyu sighed.
Fortunately, his storytelling beca popular, earning money more easily.
If it were an ordinary person, earning about a tael of silver a month, only enough to buy a formula.
Adding the more than three hundred coins he earned today, Lin Zheyu accumulated enough for over eighteen hundred coins.
According to the current exchange rate, more than fifteen hundred coins are equivalent to a tael of silver, enough for Lin Zheyu to buy a formula.
Passing by the pharmacy, Lin Zheyu went in and got a set of dicinal herbs.
This basic formula for replenishing qi and boosting blood could be found in almost every pharmacy.
It was as Liang Song said, a set of dicinal herbs cost him a tael of silver plus one hundred twenty coins.
The initial offer was a tael of silver plus five hundred coins, but after bargaining, Lin Zheyu reduced the price by more than three hundred coins.
Equivalent to over a day’s inco.
Returning ho, he cleaned the newly bought dicine pot, filled it with clean water, added the herbs, and simred over low heat.
Brewing the dicinal soup wasn’t as difficult as imagined, just control the heat and wait patiently.
A set of replenishing qi and boosting blood herbs could be brewed three tis; each brewing would quickly reduce the remaining efficacy.
Brewing the dicinal soup took a long ti, and during this gap, he went to the courtyard and practiced the horse stance stake.
Gripping the earth with his toes, rising and falling as if riding a horse, his gaze fixed on the distance.
His body was frail, could only hold it for three to four minutes each ti.
Lin Zheyu persisted until his legs went weak and he couldn’t help but sit down, then stretched his muscles and bones, resting for a while.
Once recovered so strength, he continued practicing the stake.
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