Chen Chu sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), trying to close his eyes as he had done last time, with his left thumb placed in the palm of his right hand, next to the jade thumb ring on his right middle finger.
The remaining fingers were placed close to the jade thumb ring on the back of the hand. Then, the breath was exhaled and exhaled repeatedly for dozens of cycles, and the colorful, chaotic blobs of color seemed to reappear.
Chen Chu then wandered among the many colorful sights.
His breathing became much smoother. If someone were standing in front of Chen Chu, they would vaguely notice that the surface of his breath was covered with a faint black color, which was some impurities in his body.
Chen Chu felt that his breathing was much smoother and he felt much lighter than before. He started to rest at midnight, and before he knew it, the first rooster crowed outside.
Chen Chu slightly opened his eyes, slowly separated the hand seals, then looked at his phone. It was only 2:30. He thought to himself, "Damn rooster, why is it crowing so early?"
At 2:30 a.m., when one should be soundly asleep, the moon was slanted, and all around was quiet, without any noise. The slanted full moon was hidden behind a dark cloud, casting long, silvery shadows on the earth, which appeared cool and silent.
Chen Chu, however, felt no sleepiness whatsoever; on the contrary, his mind was clear and his expression was bright.
Feeling so refreshed, I couldn't help but get off the kang (a heated brick bed), turn on the light, and go wash my face before going out to practice my boxing.
When Chen Chu walked up to the mirror, he saw that there were many dark things around his nostrils. When he touched them, the dark things stained his fingers like a thin layer of dust.
Chen Chu suddenly remembered that the cultivation manual that Old Zhang had made him memorize described that if one expelled the old and took in the new, the body would achieve the effect of cleansing the marrow and removing impurities, which was the first level of cultivation. This involved washing away the impurities in the body and purifying it.
Chen Chu reflected on the two and a half hours he had spent meditating and realized that he did feel much more refreshed. In the past, when he felt drowsy and weak, it was as if his spirit was being suppressed by something.
Chen Chu wondered if it was because he had cleared away these impurities that his mind was so light.
He couldn't help but exhale, thinking to himself that old man Zhang had really left behind some good things. He pondered the ancient boxing routine in his mind and indeed gained some new insights.
Chen Chu walked from the back door to the backyard.
After all, he was now the acting deputy village chief. When his house was being rebuilt, the backyard was originally quite desolate, overgrown with weeds and consisting of low earthen walls.
Now a nearly two-meter-high red brick wall has been built around it, giving it an imposing feel.
That's nothing compared to what the village chief's house is much more impressive. Don't underestimate the poorness of the countryside; go and see the township head's house, it's built like a villa, or even better.
Chen Chu's yard is quite large. Now, not only has the yard wall been built, but the weeds inside have also been cleared away and are standing at attention.
The village will plant two small trees and build a small pavilion next year. Chen Chu knows that this is the benefit of being an official. When you become an official, you don't have to worry about these things. Someone will take care of them for you.
On the contrary, if you don't become an official, even if you're starving to death, you might not even be eligible for welfare.
If you're involved in organized crime, people might be afraid of you, but not in their hearts. They might be afraid of you on the surface, but they hate you in their hearts. They might even want to tear you to pieces to vent their hatred.
But when you become an official, the common people are afraid of you from the bottom of their hearts. Since ancient times, Chinese people have been afraid of officials. When they see an official, their legs go weak and their knees go limp.
As the night grew clear, Chen Chu felt the advantages of being an official more and more. He thought about becoming an official himself, a high-ranking one, so that money and beautiful women would flock to him in droves.
Chen Chu exhaled, closed his eyes, moved his hands and feet, and before he knew it, he had already performed the ancient boxing routine, creating a powerful and swift movement.
Chen Chu couldn't help but feel that what Old Man Zhang said was right. This ancient boxing style was indeed the essence, and the most important thing about this boxing style, besides being proficient, was to comprehend it, to comprehend the application of the moves and the subtle details of defeating the enemy.
Chen Chu slowly pondered the many routines of the ancient boxing style. Suddenly, he felt that it was also profound and extensive. Several close-range moves on the opposite side became clearer, such as the inch punch. No matter if it is a fist, foot or palm, it can only be hit when you are close to the opponent.
Traditional boxing routines rely on distance; you need to be some distance away from your opponent before you can unleash powerful punches and kicks.
However, the "inch palm" technique in this ancient boxing style is exactly the opposite. It emphasizes the power of a short burst of force, which can break bricks and shatter stones.
As Chen Chu comprehended this inch force, his inch palm strike erupted from the spiritual insight he had just grasped. Combined with explosive power, inch force, and the breath he exhaled, a hissing sound of strong wind echoed in the void.
Unbeknownst to Chen Chu, the sounds of roosters crowing rose and fell in the distance, forming a continuous chorus, while lights were also turned on in some farmhouses.
Chen Chu also felt sweating profusely. Without realizing it, he took out his phone and checked the time. It was already 5 a.m.
He had unknowingly practiced ancient boxing for another two and a half hours? He felt that time had passed quite quickly.
However, feeling that he had already mastered seven or eight levels of the Inch Palm technique, he couldn't help but wonder if the breathing exercises during meditation could clear his mind and spirit, thus allowing him to better comprehend the essence of the fist technique? Could it also enhance his memory?
Chen Chu couldn't help but open some physics and chemistry books from his high school days, which he had obtained from Wang Xia.
In just half an hour, Chen Chu had finished reading a high school physics textbook and had a thorough understanding of the knowledge inside. He did a few physics exercises and then looked at the answers at the back, which were all correct.
Chen Chu gasped, slapped his forehead, and thought, "Damn! I've discovered another secret about this jade thumb ring."
It's amazing how much more efficient it is to do other things after meditating! It's like the balance of Yin and Yang, the combination of work and rest. This jade thumb ring also emphasizes the cultivation of both the spirit and the body.
Meditation cultivates the spirit, while ancient boxing cultivates the physical constitution.
In other words, if one's spiritual realm does not reach a certain level, one cannot expect to achieve a better or higher breakthrough in physical cultivation. It's like a person only does what they think of first; thinking comes first. For example, when one sees Liu Cui, the first thing one thinks of is pulling down her pants and then inserting oneself into her ass to have sex.
Then you do it yourself, and then you implement it.
The meditation with the jade thumb ring is what you think, and the practice is what you do...
Chen Chu was overjoyed and couldn't help but think, "From now on, I'll meditate and cultivate every day, and then practice my fist techniques after I'm done meditating! Wow! Am I too smart?! Hahahaha!"
Chen Chumei's snot bubbles were about to come out.
I can't help but think about how profound this style of boxing is. But it's not as simple and straightforward as Muay Thai, which can be mastered quickly. In the future, I'll use Muay Thai to deal with some thugs. But when I've mastered the ancient style of boxing to a certain level, I'll try to deal with a master like Long Qi.
Chen Chu then went to read for a while longer. Around seven o'clock, he got up and made some noodles. He ate some himself and left some for his father. Afterward, he drove to Zhang Cai's house.
Zhang Cai's wife got up early, took Chen Chu's car keys, and even touched his hand. Chen Chu grinned inwardly, thinking that Zhang Cai's marriage of this concubine was really troublesome; sooner or later, she would surely be cuckolded.
He couldn't help but think to himself that he wasn't like before, riding any woman he could get his hands on; now he had better standards.
Chen Chu smiled faintly, then returned home and rode his motorcycle to Hancheng.
While we were still en route, Long Qi called.
"Brother Chu, where are you? My sister's almost here, hurry to the train station!"
The more anxious Long Qi became, the more Chen Chu grinned, thinking to himself, "Your sister? I never want to see her again in my life. Just by looking at you, I can tell what your sister looks like, unless you two aren't related."
Chen Chu parked his motorcycle and headed to the train station. He arrived at 7:55 and saw Long Qi standing at the station entrance.
Hancheng isn't very big, and there weren't many people picking up passengers in the morning, only forty or fifty. Long Qi's sharp eyes were quite good; he spotted Chen Chu in a flash and quickly came over, pulling Chen Chu aside and saying, "Hey, Brother Chu, the clothes you bought are really nice, and you look much more energetic."
"Ah! Seventh Brother, I have to go to Joyoung Group in a bit. They also start work at 8 AM. Oh dear, I haven't asked for leave yet, I can only stay for ten minutes before I have to leave..."
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Just then, the sound of a train whistle rang out, indicating that the train had arrived at the station.
The crowd surged toward the exit, as if they wanted to be the first to pick up their relatives and friends. Long Qi was no exception and pushed his way forward as well.
Chen Chu grinned, thinking to himself, "What are you trying to squeeze for? Now that you're here, you can't just fly away, can you? Honestly, the older you get, the less manners you become."
Chen Chu put his hands in his pockets, exhaled, and couldn't help but admire the surrounding scenery.
Train stations have always been known for being crowded, full of pickpockets, chaotic, and full of touts.
The taxi driver was yelling, "Hey bro! Hey girl, wanna go? Five bucks, where to? Are you deaf, you idiot?"
"Young man, young lady, need a room? Ten yuan for a single room, five yuan for an hourly room, clean..."
"Hey, hey, hey, bro, wanna pick up a girl? They're all students, young ladies, really pretty, fifty yuan for a ride, older girls, thirty yuan..."
These touts, pimps, and vendors selling tea eggs, melon seeds, and bottled water—the station was a chaotic and smoky place.
Chen Chu even saw two teenagers stealing someone's wallet, but he couldn't be bothered to do anything about it. He wasn't a policeman, nor was he Superman with his underwear on the outside. Why should he care? Besides, it wasn't like they were stealing money from a beautiful woman. If they were, he might have intervened. Maybe he could have gotten to know the woman, developed a relationship, and even do something with her.
As Chen Chu was looking around, he bought a tea egg, peeled it open, and took a bite when he happened to look up and saw Long Qixing leading a beautiful woman out of the crowd.
The beautiful woman has short hair, wears a black leather jacket and pants, black boots, and a short black down jacket over her leather jacket. She also has a backpack on her back.
The beautiful woman seemed to be taller than Long Qi, at least 1.75 meters tall, and with the heels of her leather boots, she was at least 1.79 meters tall.
Such a woman's height would make her stand out from the crowd.
What's even more numbing is the woman's large eyes, long eyelashes, and her flawless, jade-like oval face, which is as cold as ice. Her rosy lips are slightly upturned, and her neat short hair adds another layer to her coldness.
At this moment, Long Qi was pointing at Chen Chu with a grin, indicating what he was saying.
Chen Chu was already hard, and his mouth was stuffed with a tea egg, while the woman only glanced at him.
His expression was one of utter disgust, like he'd seen a pile of excrement.
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