当陈洛回到家时,天已经完全黑了.他的三叔已经上床睡觉了,陈洛见状,并没有打扰他.洗漱躺下后,陈洛开始回忆他今天学到的站姿练习."那些来自死者的脑电波只能用来回忆痴迷吗?"回想起自己的练武,陈洛突然有了新的想法.他将注意力集中在系统上,新的变化出现了!原本只在触摸死者时出现的界面,竟然在他的刻意引导下意外出现.一个接一个,他忘记的脑电波再次出现,其中"处方"脑电波最为突出."如果我用这些脑电波来思考武术会发生什么?"想到这里,陈洛控制住了最突出的脑电波,与自己融合,然后用它来思考自己今天学到的站姿练习.刹那间,一股神秘的感觉在他的心中涌动.他觉得自己的灵魂仿佛离开了他的身体,以第三人称视角观看.他心中的"他"似乎变了一个人,他开始练习马奎子教给他的站姿练习,一个动作一个动作.一遍又一遍.这些动作比陈洛自己练习的时候要精确得多.感觉他的大脑仿佛突然切换到了大师的大脑,从大师的角度来看,解决初学者的问题是自然而然的.这个发现让陈洛兴奋不已.通过使用"处方"脑电波练习,他注意到了几个白天没有发现的错误.经过短暂的观察,他对站姿练习的熟练程度有了很大的提高.重复了十次之后,陈洛逐渐掌握了这个姿势的核心秘密,虽然他还是觉得少了点什么."换另一个!"在完成"处方"脑电波后,他切换到另一个脑电波,即"突破性"脑电波.同样的场景再次出现.与之前的"处方"脑电波不同,在练习站姿练习时,"突破"脑电波明显变慢.在他的视野中,他看到自己站在院子里,微微闭着眼睛,先是专注于呼吸,然后张开双手,抬起左手,同时将右臂向下压.同样的十次重复.重复了十次后,陈洛意识到,这个"突破"的脑电波已经提供了它所能提供的所有帮助.然后他又换了另一个.他接连换了个,反复练习.等陈洛用完脑海中的所有脑电波时,外面的天空已经开始变亮.经过一夜的练习,陈洛感觉精神焕发,没有一丝疲惫,身体充满活力.睡不着,陈洛干脆起床,开始在院子里修炼.打完一拳后,他感觉神清气爽,仿佛活了过来.他体内的血液感觉像是被火焰点燃了,释放出巨大的热量,他的力量以惊人的方式增长.洗完澡后,陈洛向隔壁的房间看了一眼."他出去了又一次?他本来打算叫三叔出去吃早饭,但当他打开门时,发现三叔已经走了.他似乎在黎明前就走了.这让陈洛感到担忧."黑竹棍到底代表什么?为什么需要这么长时间?正常的埋葬任务通常会在一天内结束,较麻烦的任务会持续长达三天.陈洛来城后,和三叔一起做的最长的任务就是三天,他们得处理郊区的一个战场.他们不仅埋葬了许多尸体,而且还有很多禁忌,耽误了任务."我希望一切都好."无从知晓,陈洛只能默默希望,继续在马奎子家练武.当他走到街道上时,发现这里仍然被堵住了,远远地看了一眼,陈洛绕道而行.到了马奎子家后,陈洛自己在院子里练功.有了昨晚的经验,现在他每练一拳,都能感觉到自己的力量越来越大.这种明显的增长使他无法阻止自己上瘾.一遍又一遍.马奎子不知何时醒来,走了出来,看到陈洛时显得有些惊讶.他记得告诉他在家练习一个月,但第二天,那个男孩又回来了.于是他走了过去,准备责骂这个男孩,但随着他走近,他的脚步下意识地放慢了脚步."嗯?"马奎子的脸色微微一变.昨天连练习都没能好好练习的家伙现在表现得还不错,让马奎子预先计划的"课"变得没有必要了.他把准备好的竹棍放在背后."马大人,我已经完善了昨天的站姿练习."完成第十次重复后,陈洛感觉自己的身体仿佛是一座火炉,散发着大量的热量.他的血液流量明显增加,肌肉颤抖,力量更加增强."还不错."
It was rare for Ma Quezi not to have a stern expression as he praised Chen Luo.
Chen Luo grinned but didn't say any insincere words. After all, he had been practicing even while sleeping last night. The progress he made was a result of his hard work, and he had earned this success. He had put in so much effort!
"Your stance exercises are already at a beginner's level. You've progressed faster than I expected."
Ma Quezi walked over and sat down, preparing to teach Chen Luo more about martial arts.
Seeing this, Chen Luo hurriedly sat beside him.
The key to inheriting a martial arts legacy is guidance from a master; you can never become a true expert by practicing in isolation. The detours on the path of cultivation are even more numerous than those in life! Without guidance, one could spend a lifetime groping around in the dark, never making it past the basics. The new use of brainwaves is the best proof of this. Without martial arts guidance, these brainwaves are just obsessions. But with martial arts guidance, they immediately become something else—they show Chen Luo 'their understanding' from the perspective of the deceased.
"Martial arts are most dependent on talent. Those with good talent can learn anything quickly, while those with poor talent can never make it through the door."
While speaking, Ma Quezi raised his hand and struck the air with his fist, his fingers clawing as if tearing through the atmosphere.
A loud explosion followed by a gust of wind made Chen Luo's pupils constrict.
He never expected that Ma Quezi, with his thin body, could unleash such powerful force in his punch.
"This martial art of mine is called Black Tiger Fist, the secret technique of my school. If practiced to the extreme, your vital energy and blood can become as quick as mercury, and your punch could break rivers. If you can comprehend the ferocity of the Black Tiger, you can go even further, breaking the limits of life itself and explore the mysterious path of immortality."
"Immortality?"
Chen Luo's eyes brightened.
This was the first time he had heard about the legend of immortality. He originally thought this was just a martial arts world, but he didn't expect the ultimate goal to touch upon immortality.
"Keep practicing. You have decent talent, and perhaps one day, you might really reach that point."
Seeing that he had piqued Chen Luo's interest, Ma Quezi smiled and stood up, leaving to take care of his own matters.
The reason Ma Quezi said all this was to spark Chen Luo's interest. As someone who had been through it, he knew that interest is the driving force for progress. For a beginner, the most important thing is to paint a picture of dreams. When they have a dream, they will have motivation.
Besides, what he said wasn't entirely a lie. If you practice Black Tiger Fist to the extreme, it could indeed touch upon immortality.
But the premise is that you can actually reach that level.
Chen Luo practiced diligently at Ma Quezi's house the entire day and only left when nightfall arrived.
On his way home, he didn't go directly back but took a detour to the outskirts where the cemetery was located. Using his memory, he began another round of digging graves.
He planned to excavate all the graves he knew about over the next period!
After all, these people were already dead.
Borrowing their brains was like letting them use up their remaining energy.
For the next several days, a figure could be seen in the cemetery at Qingya County. Every time the night was dark and the wind was high, this figure would be holding a lantern and swinging a hoe in the graveyard. But when people went to check the next day, the graves were always restored to their original state. Over time, rumors spread about a ghost digging graves.
The one doing the digging was, of course, Chen Luo.
During the day, he practiced martial arts, and at night, he dug graves.
Using the skills his third uncle had taught him, he easily restored the graves to their original state before dawn.
The more graves he dug, the more bodies he encountered. When he reached the hundredth body, he felt like he couldn't take it anymore—his head was groggy, and he had even started to bleed from his nose.
"I can't hold on much longer."
Wiping the blood from his nose, Chen Luo quickly buried the grave again.
After more than ten days of grave digging, he decided to take a break. He now felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if a hundred people were arguing in his mind, and his attention couldn't focus on anything.
Returning home, he quickly washed up and collapsed into bed, falling into a deep sleep.
He didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day, groggy and still a little dizzy, but much better.
This experience served as a wake-up call for Chen Luo. He realized that he couldn't blindly try to take on too much. At least, not yet.
Understanding this, he returned to his regular routine.
During the day, he practiced martial arts at Ma Quezi's house, and at night, he rested.
Time passed, and half a month went by in the blink of an eye.
In this half month, Chen Luo went out early and came back late every day. He went to Ma Quezi's house to practice punches on time, and his strength grew at a noticeable rate. Now, his Black Tiger Fist was almost flawless. Even Ma Quezi praised him, calling him a martial arts prodigy.
His third uncle remained busy, and his whereabouts were still unknown.
He came back less and less, and the street was still blocked off. An invisible "force" was closing in.
The martial world had never been peaceful.
But this time, the uncle and nephew happened to be caught in it.