The Martial Saint starts by stacking the passive

The sun is blazing in the sky, and the air is burning.

Dachu, Cangzhou, Linyuan City.

Baiyun Martial Arts School.

The vermilion door is half open, and on the door plaque are written the two characters "白云" with flying dragons and phoenixes.

In the courtyard, the yellow soil was tamped down until it became shiny.

There are several stone locks piled in the corner, and several practice wooden stakes standing next to them.

More than a dozen apprentices wearing gray training uniforms were practicing boxing in the sun, sweating profusely.

The edge of the fist tore through the hot air, and the beads of sweat hit the hot ground and were dried in the blink of an eye.

"Punch fast! Be steady on the ground!"

"Cheer up! Anyone who can't feel the energy and blood before the expiration date, get out! Our Baiyun Martial Arts Gym does not accept waste!"

The roar of the gym owner Luo Kun echoed in the yard, making people's eardrums hurt.

"Jiang Che, have you sensed the blood?"

Zhao Xisheng asked in a low voice from the back row.

He always smelled like fish, and no one else wanted to talk to him except Jiang Che.

“Not yet.” Jiang Che shook his head without stopping at all.

Jiang Che is sixteen years old this year, with a lean figure and a wheat-colored complexion that comes from practicing martial arts all the time.

Although his face is childish, his eyes are much calmer than those of his peers.

"Oh, I really have no hope..." Zhao Xisheng wiped his sweat, "What do you think this blood feels like?"

"I heard it feels like there is a fire in the stomach." Jiang Che replied while punching, "There is another one. As for Yue, if you keep at it, maybe you will get better tomorrow."

"To put it lightly...forget it, the sun is too hot, I can't stand it anymore, let's take a rest."

Zhao Xisheng muttered and hid in the corner of the wall.

Jiang Che ignored it and continued to focus on practicing boxing.

My parents saved ten taels of silver through frugality and allowed him to come here to learn boxing for a year.

If you can’t become famous through practice, how can you be worthy of them?

As the sun sets, the people in the yard gradually disperse.

Jiang Che is still practicing boxing.

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Sweat dripped down the tips of your hair and fell to the ground, and your practice clothes were already soaked.

[Baiyun Fist proficiency +2]

"Huh..."

Jiang Che withdrew his fist, wiped his sweat, and came to the wall to rest.

“The experience value has finally increased.”

He waved his hand in the air.

Suddenly, a transparent panel that only he could see appeared.

[Name: Jiang Che]

[Age: 16]

[Realm: None]

[Skills: White Cloud Fist Master (340/400), Writing Master (398/400)]

A year ago, Jiang Che awakened Su Hui and activated his past life memory.

Also appeared together with the panel from this mini-game that I played in my previous life.

Once you master the basic skills, you will be included.

As long as you practice, you can increase your proficiency until your practice is complete.

『According to this progress, it should be completed on the day it expires. 』

Jiang Che made secret calculations.

"I hope I can sense the energy and blood by then..."

Baiyun Fist is the basic boxing technique of Baiyun Martial Arts School.

During practice, it can stimulate the meridians of the human body and make people feel Qi and blood.

Once successful, you can become an official disciple of the martial arts school.

Learn more advanced martial arts and become a true warrior.

Da Chu established the country with force.

A warrior is not only powerful, but his status is far beyond ordinary people.

But there are very few apprentices in the martial arts hall who can sense Qi and blood.

Either you are extremely talented.

Either, the family has money and can use tonics to pile it up.

Jiang Che does neither.

He has mediocre bones and a poor family. He can’t even eat meat, let alone take supplements.

Therefore, the person is born with insufficient Qi and blood.

Although he has already practiced Baiyun Boxing to the great level.

But the body is still empty, with no signs of energy and blood at all.

"I heard that no one has ever practiced Baiyun Quan to perfection..."

After all, those who have mastered qi and blood will learn more advanced qi and blood martial arts, and those who cannot master qi and blood will not persist until the end.

But with the panel, Jiang Che is confident to break through this limit.

『I wonder what will happen after Consummation? 』

There was some expectation in his heart.

After a short rest, he returned to the courtyard and continued to practice boxing.

When I came back to my senses, it was almost dark.

Only the owner of the hall, Luo Kun, was still meditating under the eaves with his eyes closed.

His inch-long white hair stood on end like steel needles.

On the corner of the eye, a dark red scar extended from the forehead to the cheekbone, lying there like a centipede, looking a bit ferocious.

He is thin, but his back is as straight as a knife.

He was wearing a black suit that had been washed white, and the cloth shoes under his feet had already been worn and curled.

Jiang Che went over and saluted Luo Kun:

"Master, this disciple has to leave first."

The old man remained motionless, like a statue.

When Jiang Che walked away, Luo Kun slowly opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the young man left.

『My character is good, but my foundation is too bad...』

After that, he closed his eyes again.

......

After leaving Baiyun Martial Arts Hall, Jiang Che walked quickly toward his home along the main road.

Many beggars in ragged clothes huddled under the eaves on both sides of the street.

Some were so skinny that they were leaning motionless against the wall, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

"There have been more and more beggars recently..."

Jiang Che speeded up his pace unconsciously.

After turning around a street.

Suddenly I heard a beating and scolding coming from the front.

I saw a few men with sticks beating an old beggar.

The stick hit the old man, making a dull sound.

The old beggar’s face was covered with blood, and he lay on the ground and begged for mercy.

But those people had no intention of stopping.

Jiang Che recognized the leader as none other than the famous gangster in this area, Zhao Hu.

It is said that he has a gang background and is very ruthless.

Jiang Che paused in his steps and clenched his fists unconsciously, but in the end he lowered his head and got around.

In today’s world, it is not easy to protect yourself, so how can you care about others?

Through several narrow alleys, the air was filled with the smell of garbage and feces.

Jiang Che skillfully avoided the cesspool on the ground and came to a low bungalow.

The walls are peeling off badly, and the roof tiles are also partially incomplete.

The sky has completely darkened.

He pushed open the creaking wooden door, quickly got in, and bolted the door with his backhand.

The city has been uneasy recently, and refugees often come in at night, so he doesn't dare to be careless.

The room was dark with no lights on.

"Ling'er?" Jiang Che called out, but there was no response.

He felt nervous and walked inside quickly.

In the faint light outside the window, I saw my sister Jiang Ling asleep on the table.

The table is old and worn, the paint has almost fallen off, and the wood grain is black.

There is a pile of clothes neatly folded on top, with needlework and thread next to it.

This was a part-time job she took, and she only earned ten cents after working for a whole day.

Jiang Che gently lit the oil lamp, and the room immediately became much brighter.

Jiang Ling woke up at this time and rubbed his eyes. After seeing clearly that it was Jiang Che, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Brother, you are back!"

She is thirteen years old, thin and slightly pale.

The chin is pointed and the eyes look big.

The hair is a little yellow, but it is neatly combed and tied into a double bun with a faded red cloth ribbon.

Wearing a washed white cyan sarong with fine patches on the cuffs.

"Why don't you eat first?" Jiang Che asked.

"I'm not hungry. I want to wait for you to come back and eat together."

Jiang Ling stood up and quickly packed away the clothes and needlework on the table.

Jiang Che sighed and walked into the kitchen.

It was small and dark inside, and the walls were dark with smoke.

Lifting the lid of the pot, there were several thick flour pancakes, a plate of pickles, and a boiled egg.

Food is in short supply these days, and ordinary people can't even afford meat. Eggs are already a rare supplement.

In order to practice martial arts, Jiang Che gritted his teeth and bought a few.

He put the food on the table, peeled the eggs, and was about to put them in his mouth.

However, Jiang Ling was found staring at the egg eagerly and swallowed quietly.

Jiang Che’s hand paused.

Jiang Ling quickly lowered his head and bit the pancake, pretending not to care.

Jiang Che was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said:

"By the way, today the master praised me for my great progress and rewarded me with half a roasted chicken. I was full. You can eat the eggs."

"Roast chicken?" Jiang Ling's eyes lit up.

She remembered that the last time she ate roast chicken was three years ago.

At that time, she was seriously ill and started talking nonsense, so her father bought a roast chicken.

Not to mention how happy she was that day, she thought roast chicken was the most delicious thing in the world.

After that, she kept looking forward to getting sick so that she could eat roast chicken again.

She shook her head to get rid of distracting thoughts.

He took the egg, broke it in half, and handed back the half with more yolk:

"Brother, half of it is enough for me."

Jiang Che looked at her stubborn look, smiled helplessly, and took the half of the egg.

"Looks like I have to find a way to make money..."

Jiang Che thought to himself.

Not only do you practice martial arts on your own, you also need to eat more meat.

My sister can’t go on like this, otherwise sooner or later she will suffer from hunger problems.

"By the way, brother, have you heard any news about your parents..."

Jiang Ling suddenly asked in a low voice.

Jiang Che moved for a moment, then shook his head.

"I asked someone to ask, but there is no news from Hengsha City."

My parents went to the house of Li Yuan's wife in Hengsha City next door to do carpentry work a month ago.

I was supposed to come back in half a month, but there has been no news yet.

He asked someone to inquire, but the official was perfunctory and only said that he might have been attacked by a black beast.

The Black Beast, a mutated beast, is covered in black smoke and is extremely ferocious.

No one knows how they came. Many people outside the city have been attacked by them.

"How about I go to Hengsha City to have a look in a few days..."

Jiang Che sighed and said.

Jiang Ling was silent for a while, then suddenly grabbed Jiang Che's sleeve tightly.

"Brother, forget it..."

"There are black beasts outside the city. It is very dangerous to leave the city now, so don't go."

Jiang Che looked at his sister's nervous eyes.

She didn’t want to lose him as her brother again.

"Then... let's go after I learn martial arts. By then I will have the power to protect myself and I won't be afraid of black beasts!"

"Yeah!"