C79 (1/2)

When he returned to the Shengdu Hotel, the receptionist at the front desk saw his appearance and age, and immediately shouted at him: ”Sir! ”Please hold your steps!”

At this time, Lin Jin was still immersed within the old Daoist's Fist Intent, and did not react in the slightest to the fact that he was calling his, and was still walking further inside.

”Sir, are you called Lin Jin?”

It wasn't until he called out his name, did Lin Jin finally turn his head and look at him with a puzzled expression. He nodded, not knowing what he wanted his to do.

”It's like this. A few hours ago, there were four beauties who wanted me to tell you to call them when you come back.” The waiter said with a smile as he handed over a piece of paper.

Lin Jin took the slip of paper and looked at it, only to see a string of numbers written on it. Therefore, he did not pay too much attention to it, and only stuffed the paper slip into his pocket, thanked the waiter and walked towards the room upstairs.

Returning to his room, Lin Jin sat down on the soft sofa. However, upon closer examination, he realized that although the old Daoist's boxing looked complicated, there were only a total of eighty-one moves.

According to the state of consciousness he had felt earlier, he had split this set of boxing into three sections, each section having twenty-seven forms. One stage was more powerful than the other. The power of the latter stage was completely different from the previous stage.

Moreover, after he dissected these moves, he discovered that these movements were extremely simple. Even if it was a primary school student, as long as they learned these movements separately, they would probably be learned within an hour or two. But when they were combined, the boxing was ever-changing, as though it was a natural heavenly law. It was unpredictable and its might was limitless, just like how a fist has its limits.

After memorizing the set of boxing, his heart stirred, he couldn't help but sit up on the sofa. In the living room, he slowly started to practice the set of boxing according to the Daoist's posture.

Following the circulation of the boxing, his mind gradually immersed itself into the state of mind where the old Daoist first practiced his martial arts. Unconsciously, the zhenqi in his body started to stir, and when he reached the fifth form of the boxing, he felt a throbbing at the Spring of Earth at the bottom of his left foot, and then he felt a cool air flowing in from the Death Acupuncture Point, coiling around his ankle, and then flowing through his veins.

Following the circulation of the air current, he began to feel that the circulation of the air current in his meridians was very smooth and comfortable, but gradually, when he reached the tenth form, he suddenly discovered that if he followed the movements of that old Daoist, it would make him very uncomfortable, and the air current in his meridians also began to become chaotic, as if it was about to go berserk in the past. Only when his body followed a certain trajectory would he feel comfortable.

As he did not know what was going on, Lin Jin hurriedly stopped, afraid that he would get caught in the fire for no reason.

As his movements came to a halt, the stream of energy that was circulating within his body disappeared without a trace, leaving him baffled.

What he did not know was that the boxing that the old Daoist was fighting was actually not the usual boxing that was passed down throughout the world. Using the Dao of nature he had comprehended as the basis of the Dao of thunder and the Dao of heaven and earth, he created eighty-one moves based on the nine principles. It was the same as the eighty-one chapters of Laozi's Classic of Virtue.

The concept of implication was also the concept of the old way. If Lin Jin were to bring it out, although its power would be great, in the end, it would only be borrowing another's dao, and would be a lower grade. Therefore, when he was learning this set of boxing from the calabash, he had an uncomfortable feeling.