History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

Chapter 90 Qi Cultivation

At this moment, Mochin is being beaten.

Old Ding stood beside him, holding a short stick, watching him channel his arrogance into his arms.

Mochin's forehead was covered in beads of sweat.

"slow."

Old Ding died.

"I'm not telling you to pull it."

"Instead, control it! Let the Qi flow along with the blood."

Mo Qin gritted his teeth.

"It won't listen to me."

Old Ding sneered.

"You've only been touching it for a few days?"

"You're forcing energy equivalent to a century's worth of internal strength into a brute who doesn't even understand the principles of meridians. You expect it to obey you?"

At that moment, Mo Qin's hand trembled.

A wisp of pale golden energy suddenly swelled up in his palm.

Liu Gao, who was watching the commotion while holding a titanium alloy shield, immediately took a step back upon seeing this.

Yan Qi also silently stepped back, taking half a step.

Mo Qin's face darkened.

"Are you sure you want to go this far?"

Yan Qi said:

"As for..."

Liu Gao nodded earnestly.

"Brother Qin, you're so awesome, I'm afraid it'll explode."

Ding Laozu struck Mo Qin's hand with a stick.

"Disperse!"

Mo Qin grunted.

That bit of golden energy dissipated instantly.

Old Ding said:

"remember."

"Do not use it before you have mastered it."

"If a child is carrying a hundred-pound iron hammer, he will smash his own foot before he hits anyone else."

Mo Qin shook his hand.

"Then how do you practice?"

"Practice according to the method of internal force circulation."

Old Ding said:

"Go first."

"Then move the arm."

"Walk on your shoulders and back again."

"Only at the very end did they think of saving themselves."

"The same goes for guns."

"Start with half an inch."

"One more foot."

"Those who want to do something big right from the start are afraid they won't die fast enough."

Mochin nodded.

During this period, Old Ding came every day.

It would stop after a short time, sometimes half an hour, sometimes a quarter of an hour.

Why was the time so short?

That's because Mochin can't hold on any longer.

The bullish spirit isn't unresponsive.

The reaction was too strong.

Every time it is slightly aroused, the wound gets hot and the blood rushes upward.

Old Ding said that although this thing is not internal force, it can be slowly ground down according to the framework of internal force.

It's like putting a rein on a bison.

The harder you drag it, the easier it is to overturn.

Lin Jun stood to the side, holding a wooden plaque in his hand.

The training record is written on it.

The first time, I tried to draw my energy to my palm, but I lost control within three breaths.

The second time, guide the Qi to the wrist, and the veins on the back of the hand will bulge. Stop.

The third time, the air was drawn to half an inch of the gun barrel, causing the barrel's surface to crack.

The fourth time, they almost got sent away. Liu Gao retreated, Yan Qi retreated, and Lin Jun prepared to kick someone.

Upon seeing the last message, Mo Qin couldn't help but say:

"You don't need to memorize this last one."

Lin Jun didn't even look up.

"Remember this."

Why?

"Just a reminder not to blow up your own people."

Old Ding nodded.

"Lin Jun knows more about martial arts than you do."

Mo Qin remained silent.

Old Ding slammed the short stick into the ground.

"Alright, that's enough for today."

Mo Qin just breathed a sigh of relief.

Old soldier Ding continued:

"Next, we'll practice punches and kicks."

Mo Qin was taken aback.

"Fists and kicks?"

"You can't just throw your gun at people's faces every time you drop it."

Old Ding looked at him.

"You are strong, have a solid frame, and are full of energy."

"Don't imitate anything flashy or fancy."

Learn the simplest one.

"Didn't I tell you? This old man learned a few rough skills from a monk back in the day."

"Mighty Vajra Fist".

"Mighty Vajra Kick"

Mochin's expression was subtle.

"I understand, I thought it was a good name back then."

Lin Jun said calmly:

"Absolutely! It's even better than being arrogant."

Mo Qin shut up.

Old Ding said:

Don't think it's unsophisticated.

"Old-fashioned things are useful."

"Three moves of the fist."

"Three kicks."

"A punch is a strike, a smash, a crash."

"The foot is used for pushing, stepping, and sweeping."

"There's no falsehood in this."

"It's about using your strength and skeletal structure correctly."

After he finished speaking, he stood in front of the wooden stake.

Despite having some leg problems, once he stands firmly, he's like an old stump driven into the ground.

"The first move of the Mighty Vajra Fist: Mountain Crash."

He bent his elbows, lowered his shoulders, brought his waist and legs together, and thrust forward.

The movements are slow.

But it's short.

ruthless.

It's as if the entire body—shoulders, back, elbows, waist, and feet—collides forward an inch at the same instant.

The wooden stake trembled slightly.

Mo Qin's eyes narrowed.

This move doesn't resemble traditional martial arts.

It's more like when you're in close combat on the battlefield, unable to fire a gun or draw a knife, you forcefully break open a door with your body.

"Second move: Smash the door."

Old Ding clenched his fists and made a short, downward slapping motion.

"Smash it on the face, smash it on the collarbone, smash it on the hand holding the knife."

"Don't imitate the exaggerated gestures on stage."

"On the battlefield, if you can smash half a foot, don't smash a whole foot."

"The third move, Heart Collapse."

He delivered a short punch from under his ribs.

"Shoot the chest, shoot the abdomen, shoot the nail seam."

Use your feet, not your arms.

Mochin nodded.

Old soldier Ding continued:

"The Mighty Vajra Kick also consists of three moves."

"Kick the door."

He exerted force with a short burst of his heel.

"Kick the stomach, kick the knee, kick the shield."

"Setting up the piles."

He lifted his foot and stepped down, the snow and mud sinking into the ground.

"Step on the instep, step on the back of the knee, step on the weapon on the ground."

"Sweep the hall."

He had difficulty walking and could only perform half of the move.

But that low sweep still made Liu Gao subconsciously lower his shield.

"Sweep your calves."

"Sweep the horse's leg."

"Sweep away the roots of humanity."

Lin Jun raised his eyes.

Old Ding remained unfazed.

"On the battlefield, if you can't hold your ground, you die."

Who cares if it looks good or not?

Looking at these six moves, Mo Qin suddenly understood why Old Ding was teaching him now.

During the visit to Byeokjegwan, Nian Gengyao repeatedly cut the distance very short.

Yinzhen pressed himself against him from behind and stabbed him in the lower back.

If he had been a little more steady with his punches and kicks back then, even if he couldn't have turned the tables, he might not have ended up in such a sorry state.

Old Ding said:

"You don't need to learn much."

"These six moves should keep you busy for a long time."

"Once you've mastered it, with a gun in your hand, you are the gun."

"Even without a gun, you're still a battering ram."

Liu Gao's eyes lit up as he listened.

"Mr. Ding, can I learn?"

Old Ding glanced at him.

"You should stop the shield first."

Liu Gao awkwardly hugged the lion-head shield.

Yan Qi asked:

"And me?"

Old Ding glanced at him.

"You learn to step on the stakes."

"If an archer is not on his feet, no matter how fast he shoots, he will still be a target."

Yan Qi nodded.

Mr. Lin asked:

"And me?"

Old Ding remained silent for a moment.

"You don't need to learn how to become a superhuman."

"If you learn it, you'll think it's stupid."

Lin Jundao:

"really."

"Hmm?" Mo Qin looked at her.

Lin Jun remained calm.

"But it works."

Old Ding was overjoyed.

That's right.

"Whether it's stupid or not is not important."

"The most important thing is that it works."

Mo Qin stood up and adopted the posture that Old Ding had just taught him.

Shoulders low, elbows short.

Press down with your feet.

First move.

Hit the mountain.

He pushed forward.

The movements were very awkward.

But as soon as he went out, the wooden stake in the tent trembled slightly.

Old Ding's eyes flickered.

"receive."

Mo Qin withdrew his strength.

"Again."

the second time.

the third time.

the fourth time.

Mochin practiced very slowly, using only the most basic stances.

Lin Jun stood to the side watching and suddenly felt that this thing was very suitable for him.

Outside the capital, there was a secluded residence.

Kito Ginji knelt on the ground, his face pale, but his body was no longer seriously injured.

Lewa sat on the veranda, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand.

The blonde hair shone with a cold light under the lamp.

The ghost head bowed very low.

"Thanks to your help."

"You saved my life."

The blonde woman said calmly:

"I'm not saving you."

"I don't want Kikugakure to waste a dog that's still useful."

The words were harsh, but he didn't refute them.

"I understand."

The blonde woman finally glanced at him.

"I'm very interested in the aura emanating from Mochin."

"Don't touch him for now."

The ghost's head rises.

"Then we shouldn't kill him?"

The blonde woman has not yet answered.

A shrill voice suddenly rang out in the courtyard.

His smile was ambiguous, bordering on manic.

"Le Wa".

"Did the president send you here for sightseeing?"

Ghost Head's expression changed drastically, and he turned his head sharply.

The courtyard gate had been open at some point.

The man wearing a black haori was already standing there.

The person who arrived was tall and thin with disheveled hair.

His mouth was stretched wide, and his smile almost reached his ears.

"At Byeokjegwan."

"Why aren't you making a move?"

The blonde woman looked at him, her face showing no surprise.

"Inukai Jinbei."

"You arrived faster than I expected."

The man laughed even harder.

"If you don't come soon, are you planning to continue living in North Korea like a hot spring resort?"

Gui Tou lowered his head; in front of the two high-ranking officials, he had no right to speak.

Inukai Jinbei didn't even look at him, only staring at Rakuwa.

"What the president wants is victory."

"I don't want you to just wander around here."

Lewa said calmly:

"Okay, I'll leave the assault team to you."

Inukai Jinbei tilted his head.

"Do you think you're really that great?!"

The wind and snow blew into the courtyard, and the lamplight flickered.

Gui Tou knelt on the ground, a layer of cold sweat seeping from his back.

Lewa picked up her tea and gently blew on it.

"You can give it a try."

Inukai Jinbei grinned.

"Of course I'll try, but not now!"

"I've taken over this area."

"Le Wa, you'd better watch out!"