Chapter 8: Centennial Heritage, Martial Arts Family

The sun hangs high in the sky.

Endless light and heat poured down, drying out large areas of the road surface, causing cracks to form that continued to extend further.

Lanyang County is in summer at this time. Although it is not yet the hottest time of the year, the temperature continues to rise due to the long-term baking. The hot air is rolling, and the whole world is like an oven.

Qingsong Park.

Zhou Yan was wearing light-colored shorts and walking on the scorching hot hiking trail. He had a calm expression and breathed evenly, and he did not look uncomfortable due to the scorching heat.

Breathe in and out.

Calm down and focus.

Practicing martial arts and building strength will always involve this point. Coupled with the mind that can control the hidden strength, it is natural that one will not be easily affected.

This is what is meant by "calm your mind and you will naturally feel cool".

"over there."

Zhou Yan walked through the park, looked around, looking for the contact person, and finally his eyes fell on a figure under the willow trees.

It was middle age.

His appearance is very ordinary, with no outstanding features, just like any other citizen.

However, the subtle changes in his temperament were not hidden well. This was enough for ordinary warriors, but not enough for Zhou Yan, who was good at capturing details.

Walking into the shade of the trees, Zhou Yan sat down calmly.

It seems like another world under the shade of the trees. Although it is warm, when the wind blows past, you can only feel a stream of coolness falling slowly from the rustling willow leaves.

"There's someone here."

The middle-aged man turned around and saw Zhou Yan sitting next to him. His eyes moved slightly and he spoke slowly.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

Zhou Yan smiled, and without waiting for the middle-aged man's reaction, he took out the phone Wang Tao gave him from his trouser pocket and gestured:
"Don't think too much, it's me you're waiting for."

The middle-aged man has a very special temperament, murderous, having killed people before, but also with a solemn air, dignified and orderly. This kind of person is not a casual mercenary, but a soldier of an orthodox army.

"So it's you, Mr. Zhou."

Seeing the phone, the middle-aged man's expression changed, his hands deep in his arms relaxed, and his expression softened as he said:
"I am an intelligence officer from the Special Intelligence Bureau. According to the usual practice, I will hand over the intelligence in the martial arts world to you."

The mobile phone Zhou Yan showed was very special. It was a military item specially developed and distributed by the Special Intelligence Bureau. Apart from the guidance within the organization, there was no other channel to obtain it, and no one dared to imitate it.

Naturally, it can also be used to authenticate identity.

"Then I'll have to take a closer look!"

Zhou Yan became slightly interested.

The Special Intelligence Bureau is an official organization of China. It has terrifying intelligence capabilities and resources, and is able to uncover many secrets of major forces in the martial arts world.

If Zhou Yan collected the information himself, it would take an unknown amount of time, and it might not even be accurate, which would be a waste of effort.

This is also one of the reasons why Zhou Yan wants to cooperate with the authorities.

After taking a deep look at Zhou Yan, the middle-aged man took out a memory chip, handed it to Zhou Yan, and said:
"After this chip is installed in the phone, you can check the contents inside. The information inside is very comprehensive. I hope you can live up to the treatment and rights given to you by the Special Intelligence Bureau..."

The middle-aged man didn't say much, just turned around and left.

Modern technology is developing very rapidly. Many things are no longer as troublesome and inefficient as before. A chip can hide countless pieces of information. Why is there a need for whispering to each other?
"'Rights' and treatment are really interesting..."

Zhou Yan put away the chip and smiled playfully: "But he is not wrong. Without benefits, who would be willing to make a knife?"

The secret non-staff members of the Special Intelligence Bureau are all warriors.

For various reasons, they cooperate with the authorities, infiltrate various forces, secretly stir up trouble, and create conflicts, causing the martial arts world to be always in a state of conflict.

Even if the actions were known, they would still be cautious because of their identities, and could only send some disciples to clean up the mess or hunt down the enemy. Real masters would not be allowed to go out.

The martial arts world, official law enforcement personnel, and people in the gray area such as non-staff members of the Special Intelligence Agency have generally maintained a delicate balance.

This is exactly what Zhou Yan wanted to achieve.

In this new world, he has no foundation at all. If he doesn't work hard and fight for resources, is he going to have to live in this world in his old age?
When I got home, it was already dark.

Zhou Yan had already inserted the chip into the special mobile phone and began to look through the information inside.

Lines of text appeared before my eyes.

"As expected, the martial arts community here is also divided into the north and south, and there are many styles of boxing vying for fame and fortune. Shaolin, Wudang, Tianshi Mansion, and both Buddhism and Taoism are all vaguely involved."

"In recent years, more and more masters have emerged, such as the Lama on the plateau, Chen Aiyang from the Chen family, and Baliming who is suspected to be a master in the army.

I suspect there are still some old monsters in hiding watching the world."

"Overseas, there is Tang Zichen, the leader of the Tang Sect, whose martial arts have reached perfection. There are also many Hongmen masters all over the world. Japan's kendo and bushido, and Europe's chivalry are not much different."

Zhou Yan's face was heavy as he compared the information one by one, awakening the memories he was familiar with.

Finally, his eyes fell on a piece of information.

“GOD, the leader of a mysterious organization, is suspected to be a Taoist master who aspires to be extraordinary and transcendent. His martial arts are almost the best in the world, and he may have reached the point where he can see the gods and not be destroyed. He is currently active abroad and has inhuman physical fitness.

Remember not to provoke! "

Zhou Yan looked a little solemn.

GOD, who thinks he is a god, has unfathomable martial arts skills and almost no rivals. He is also the last and only opponent of the Martial Arts Emperor Wang Chao, and is now the pinnacle of the martial arts era.

Before Wang Chao grows up, GOD is the number one person in the world.

The realm of seeing indestructible gods, even if there is no obvious perception ability like the way of utmost sincerity, the physical strength is far beyond that, and it is the pinnacle of the physical realm in martial arts.

If you want to kill a warrior of this level, there is no chance unless you use missiles to rain down fire.

If I were to face this person... "I'm not as good as you now, let's wait and see what will happen in another three years?"

Zhou Yan shook his head slightly, didn't care, and put down his phone.

The information here is indeed very comprehensive, with information on all the big and small forces in the martial arts world included, except for the lack of the official list of martial artists and masters.

But this is normal.

Zhou Yan is just a non-staff member, how could he have access to these secrets?

After a long while of selection and looking through the martial arts heritage of these forces over and over again, Zhou Yan finally made a plan.

He wants all of these!
……

The night is deep and the moon is bright.

The crowds of people in Qingsong Park have dispersed. The stars are shining brightly, with only the night wind and the chirping of insects lingering around.

Zhou Yan strolled in the night.

The hiking trail was dimly lit, but not too dark, with lamp posts on both sides illuminating the lawn a little.

Soon, they arrived in front of a lake.

"The moonlight is so beautiful..."

Zhou Yan stopped and looked into the distance, as if he was looking at the mirror-like clear lake, the waning moon with ripples, or perhaps he was gazing at the deep willow forest on the shore.

Before I knew it, my spirit had relaxed.

Practicing martial arts requires a huge amount of mental effort in order to precisely control the coordination of one's body and qi and manipulate the strength.

The deeper your kung fu is, the greater the consumption will be.

Physical nutrition is easy to replenish through meals, medicinal foods, and rare herbs, but mentally, it can only be replenished through rest and sleep.

So meditation came into being.

Meditation is mostly a form of visualization, which involves referring to an object as a source, concentrating the mind, and perceiving with the mind.

Visualization methods are generally divided into static visualization and dynamic visualization.

Static visualization is often performed during meditation. One outlines an object in the mind, whether it is a deity or Buddha, or some reference object that one has found, and continually deepens the details to calm the mind, which can also exercise mental resilience.

Zhou Yan's posture at this time was dynamic visualization.

That is to say, taking the natural world as a reference, relaxing the mind, entering a state of mind where the mind is empty and yet contains everything, and can accommodate the world, this has the best restorative effect on the mind.

But it has almost no effect of training spirit.

They both have their own unique effects and it is difficult to have both.

call,
suck!
Zhou Yan took a deep breath, his eyes darkening slightly.

Hook your toes to draw a half circle, focus on your spine, and sink your waist and abdomen slightly. Swing your arms, clench your five fingers into fists, and use the strength to strike out.

boom!
Like the sound of drums.

Zhou Yan swayed his body, activating his Ming Jin with each move, showing many changes, stimulating the activities of his tendons, bones and muscles, and a warm current rose from his whole body as he inhaled and exhaled.

Then Zhou Yan's actions changed again.

Changing from a vigorous and aggressive approach, the amplitude of his punches and kicks became much smaller, coordinated with the rhythm of his breathing, and the sound of the air exploding became muffled.

With the flip of the palm, the obvious force turns into hidden force.

Huhu~
There is constant sound of wind in my ears.

Waves of warmth rose up, and as the dark energy continued to circulate, the blood flowed at high speed, transporting nutrients to various parts of the body and providing energy.

"The hidden power is activated just like using one's arms and fingers. The so-called thorough training of power means that a martial artist is familiar with a certain part of his body to such an extent that he can use this part to activate the hidden power at will."

"There are different levels of dark energy. Practicing it through the limbs is one level, practicing it through the chest, shoulders, back and abdomen is another level, and then there is the combination of inside and outside, the dark energy penetrates the tendons, bones and skin, and the whole body can stimulate the dark energy at will."

"Finally, the mind is highly concentrated, able to lock the body's vitality, and can detect any changes in the body. This kind of skill is the legendary one where even a feather cannot be added and a fly cannot land."

While exercising as he pleased, Zhou Yan was also thinking.

"However, this still does not seem to be the realm of transformation."

After training himself to master the hidden power, Zhou Yan's kung fu improved by leaps and bounds. Not only did he master the hidden power at an astonishing speed, he was also able to estimate the approximate level of his future realm based on his own martial arts training.

But that's all.

Zhou Yan had never had any personal experience with the subsequent Hua Jin, Dan Jin, Gang Jin, etc., nor had he read any relevant records, so naturally he had no way to consider them.

The night breeze is gentle and slightly cool.

The blood and qi in Zhou Yan's body were surging and steam was rising. The contact between the cold and the hot produced some special effect.

Suddenly, Zhou Yan put away his fist and stood up.

Then he lowered his shoulders slightly, took a deep breath, channeled his Qi into his Dantian, shouted loudly, and stepped forward with his right foot. Hidden power actually emerged from his legs and feet, and then poured out.

Chichi~
When I lifted my foot, I saw holes in the mud and sand.

He took another step forward and pointed his finger at a thick willow tree. The finger immediately penetrated three inches into the wood, and his knuckles sank one inch.

"All four limbs can stimulate the dark energy. I have mastered the first level of the dark energy. However, using this method to stimulate the dark energy, because the whole body is not penetrated by the dark energy, the strength is still a little bit less..."

Zhou Yan took a deep breath and realized something.

"It may not take long to perfect the martial arts at the dark energy level, and the secret manual inherited by the Golden Eagle Sect is not very advanced, so it is of no help to me."

"Now that my martial arts have improved further, I can challenge martial artists of the same level to practice, gather experience, complete the mission of the Special Intelligence Bureau, and get some more secret manuals..."

Looking at the cold white moon, the seemingly unchanging star, Zhou Yan adjusted his breath and prepared for the next action.

(End of this chapter)