Chapter 12: Martial Saint's Heart Method
This is an ancient book with a jet-black cover and a simple texture. There are no words on the cover and the edges are slightly worn.

Zhou Qingshan gently turned the pages of the book, only to see that the inner pages were yellowed and stained with ink.

Four large characters suddenly come into view, written with vigorous strokes, as if containing a shocking power - The Heart of Martial Arts!
"Martial Saint's Heart Method?! Martial Saint?!"

As soon as Zhou Qingshan's eyes fell on these four big words, he seemed to be able to feel an aura coming from a strong man, which made him hold his breath and concentrate involuntarily.

"This Martial Saint Heart Technique is a dead object, but from the perspective of fishing, its value is more precious than that thumb-sized spiritual fish 'Red Tailed Golden Carp'."

"Black Cloud City has never heard of the title of Martial Saint. Could it be a third-level warrior?"

Zhou Qingshan narrowed his eyes and stared at the four big characters, and a strong curiosity surged in his heart. He carefully turned the page to the next page and continued reading.

What appeared before his eyes was a magnificent painting of mountains and rivers, with undulating hills and winding rivers.

There is a line of small characters on it.

This is Wei's life experience. He held on to it before he reached the age of twenty and was invincible in the city.

Invincible?
What a big tone!
Zhou Qingshan was shocked and continued to turn the pages.

"I just started learning martial arts, and some gang members coveted my relatives. They took advantage of my injuries, threw lime on my face, and beat me to death."

"An enemy from the Jianghu, quite powerful. After a long battle, I killed him unexpectedly with a poison arrow."

"The strong men in the army, wearing heavy armor, are invulnerable to swords and knives, and cannot be defeated by force. They move around with body skills and have thirty-three kinds of poison powder."

"An old man from a famous family, with great strength, was secretly drugged on his birthday, and then surrounded and killed by others."

"No, why are they all about how the Martial Saint killed his enemies? Why aren't there any records of real kung fu?"

Zhou Qingshan felt something strange as he read and turned several pages in a row.

He took a quick glance at it and realized that this 'Martial Saint's Heart Method' really meant what it said, that is, a heart method, without any moves or real skills in it.

The following are all practical examples of how Wei Wusheng killed enemies when he was weak.

When will a person let down his guard, when will he take action, and how should he face an encirclement and attack, and so on.

Poisonous lime powder, hard training, careful observation, and sneak attacks.

He fought in 3,700 battles, big and small, without ever being defeated. He outlasted the strongest man of the time and finally achieved great power. In the troubled times, he dominated the world with his fists and was invincible across 80,000 miles. He was like a god in the world, and was honored by later generations of warriors as one of the Ten Great Martial Saints.

"Good, good, good, it's worthy of being a mental method."

Zhou Qingshan read a few pages carefully, and he agreed with the concept of "Martial Saint's Heart Method" very much, and read it with great interest.

There is only one word written between the lines of this 'Martial Saint's Heart Sutra' - sneak attack!
A surprise attack!

If you can't win, run away! Then observe secretly and look for opportunities to continue the sneak attack!

It has the flavor of a great master from the previous life.

How can you become a master if you have a gun but don't use it?!

The mental method written by the Martial Saint surnamed Wei is poisonous. How can one become a Martial Saint without it?!

Without sneak attacks, how can you become a martial arts master?!

It is better to use weapons than fists and feet to hit people, and it is better to shoot poison arrows from a distance than using weapons. What about ancient American Iai? This martial saint surnamed Wei used every possible means to defeat the enemy.

"There are no roads in the world. They are all opened up by our ancestors with their supreme wisdom, one punch, one kick, one sword, and one gun."

"There is no invincible martial art, only invincible people."

Zhou Qingshan turned to the last page of "Martial Saint's Heart Sutra". This was the last sentence, and also the general outline of the book.

In the fierce battle, the warrior lying down can no longer speak, so he is naturally not as strong as the warrior standing.

This man is a born beast.

Modern people are spoiled and take good care of their bodies. They just want to avoid getting hurt and dare not fight desperately. Zhou Qingshan is also like this, lacking a little bit of animality. After all, as the son of a lord, he rarely has the opportunity to fight in person.

"It's really a good thing. I'll have to look at it more in the future."

After reading The Martial Saint’s Heart Sutra for a while, my stomach started to growl.

It should be because of the 'red-tailed golden carp'. Zhou Qingshan usually has a low appetite and doesn't eat much.

Zhou Qingshan made a simple midnight snack just like yesterday. This time he cooked some snow fish that he caught for the first time. He sprinkled some coarse salt on it and cooked it in a clay pot.

Zhou Qingshan filled a large bowl, blew away the hot steam, took a bite, and the delicious taste of the fish instantly burst out on his tongue.

The taste is even better than yesterday's 'Red-tailed Golden Carp'. It doesn't have any seasonings such as onion, ginger, and garlic, but it doesn't even have a fishy smell.

"This snow fish is extremely delicious, but it's a pity that it doesn't have the miraculous effects of yesterday's 'Red Tailed Golden Carp'."

Zhou Qingshan ate all the snow fish in the ceramic pot.

After having supper, I rested for a while.

Zhou Qingshan also wanted to test whether this Yunding chessboard world could grow "spiritual seeds".

After leaving the chessboard world, I took a hoe to plow the land in the backyard, removed the weeds, and broke up the soil.

This is a physical job for Zhou Qingshan.

Every time he worked for a while, he would break out in a sweat and had to stop to drink some water and rest for a while.

After working like this for a whole night, on and off, they finally managed to plow the land, which was less than half an acre.

Afterwards, Zhou Qingshan took the waterfall water to irrigate the land.

He squatted down and planted three seeds of 'Nine Lotus Blood Grass' in half an acre of land, as well as some common medicinal herbs he got from Doctor Mo.

This 'Nine Lotus Blood Grass' can only be grown in the special environment of the spiritual energy node.

The Nine Lotus Blood Grass is not a 'spiritual seed', but it is a rare herb and a specialty of Shengfeng Territory. It can be used to refine a medicine that is of great help to warriors at the blood coagulation level.

This is the bulk of Shengfeng’s tribute.

"Let's do this for now and wait a few days."

After watering the Nine Lotus Blood Grass seeds with some spring water, Zhou Qingshan stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He looked around and saw that the center of the Cloud Top chessboard was empty.

"It is not possible to summon chess pieces here, and no players can fight. Such a large area cannot be wasted. Apart from the foothold and resting place, at least ten acres of land can be reclaimed."

Zhou Qingshan was thinking in his mind.

“A few acres of rice and soybeans are planted here, and the rest of the land is used to cultivate rare medicinal herbs.”

The main food for ordinary people is rice, millet, wheat, and soybeans.

Meat was relatively scarce. They had to either be lucky enough to catch a few small fish from the small river outside Shengfeng Territory, or raise them themselves, or buy them from the Zhou family during festivals.

As for hunting? It's a fantasy. Even the guards dare not go deep into the wilderness fog.

Zhou Qingshan thought about it and decided that herbs must be grown to replace onions, ginger, garlic and peppers, so half an acre of land would be enough.

He wanted to build the Yunding chessboard world into a self-sufficient shelter, at least to ensure that there would be no worries about food and drink.

The reason for doing this is probably due to the strong sense of insecurity in my heart!

After doing all this, Zhou Qingshan simply washed his face, drank some water, and fell asleep on the steps.

(End of this chapter)