Beginning His Training

The next morning, Shen Jingchuan returned to the other world. He pushed open the door and saw Xiao Yue'er squatting on the steps, resting her chin on her hand and lost in thought. When she saw him come out, her eyes lit up immediately, and she ran over to him and hugged his arm.

"Young master! Why did you take so long this time? I was so worried!"

Xiao Yue'er tilted her head back, and as soon as she finished speaking, she wrinkled her nose and muttered to herself:

"Big Black is bullying us again, and you're not even doing anything about it. And what's more—those two brats, Qingshu and Qinghua, ate all the milk candies you gave us last time, not leaving me a single one!"

Shen Jingchuan smiled and walked towards the front yard, letting her cling to his arm and chatter away. The chattering sounds, mixed with the scent of grass and trees in the yard, created a wonderfully lively atmosphere.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed Xiao Yue'er's little head, then lowered his head and casually coaxed her:

"Alright, alright, I'll go teach Big Black a lesson in a bit. The candy isn't so bad, I'll get it for you later. This time it'll be just for you, without telling the other two, okay?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than two coquettish voices came from down the corridor, "Brother, are you not going to tell us what it is?"

Shen Jingchuan turned his head and saw Su Qingshu and Su Qingyue standing prettily at the corner. After this period of recuperation, the two girls had gained weight and looked much better.

He was a little embarrassed, having been caught red-handed, and was about to explain.

Xiao Yue'er put her hands on her hips, tilted her chin up, and showed off to the two of them:

"The young master said the candy is only for me, not for you!"

Shen Jingchuan was even more embarrassed. He remembered that he hadn't given them the clothes he bought, and blurted out:

I have something good for you.

"What good stuff is it?"

Xiao Yue'er's eyes crinkled as well, and all three little faces turned toward him, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Shen Jingchuan chuckled and turned to walk towards the dining hall:

"Eat first, then we'll talk. If we delay any longer, the porridge will get cold."

Breakfast consisted of warm millet porridge with several dishes of refreshing pickles, and a basket of soft steamed white flour cakes.

The three girls, filled with anticipation, ate faster than usual. After tidying up, Shen Jingchuan led them to the backyard, pointing to the pavilion in the center and saying:

"Please sit here for a while, I'll go get something."

The three sat down obediently, glancing towards the main room every now and then. A moment later, they saw Shen Jingchuan carrying a large stack of clothes from the bedroom into the main hall. He went back to get three mirrors, placed them on the table, and called out through the door:

"Come in, everyone."

They hurried inside, and were immediately stunned by what they saw. The tables and chairs in the main room were covered with brand-new clothes:

There are three colors of ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress): moon white, cherry pink, and pale yellow. The skirts are embroidered with light-colored orchid branches. The fabric is fine, smooth, and drapes beautifully, making them much more exquisite than the ready-made clothes sold in ordinary fabric shops.

There were also several pairs of narrow-sleeved short-sleeved shirts with trousers, but the most eye-catching were several nightgowns embroidered with small floral patterns, the material of which was as soft as crumpled cotton.

These are all antique-style garments that Shen Jingchuan specially selected in modern times. The designs are very similar to those in the otherworld, but the workmanship and materials are much better than ordinary ready-made clothes in the otherworld. There are dozens of them.

Shen Jingchuan smiled and closed the door, then added a sentence through the door:

"You can try them on here, take your time choosing, and no fighting allowed."

The only sound inside was the chattering of the three girls rummaging through things; no one paid him any attention.

Then several screams were heard:

"Wow! What is this? How can it reflect so clearly? It's much clearer than a bronze mirror."

He walked west along the corridor, through the west courtyard garden planted with roses, the morning dew carrying the fragrance of grass and trees wafting towards him, and in just a few steps he arrived at the stables in the backyard.

As soon as the wooden gate was pushed open, Big Black, with the sharpest eyes, let out a neigh and charged over, its large head close to him, panting and snorting affectionately.

Shen Jingchuan raised his hand to smooth its mane, his gaze sweeping over the shed next to him. He immediately noticed a new shallow wound on the forehead of the chestnut horse, a small patch of hair had been rubbed off, and it was listlessly munching on hay.

His face immediately darkened, and he withdrew his hand, tapping Big Black's forehead with his fingertip:

"Did you do this? You're bullying them again?"

Big Black's previous cheerful energy vanished instantly. Its head drooped down, and its ears drooped like airplane ears, making it look like a child who had done something wrong. It didn't even dare to look in his direction.

What did I tell you before?

Shen Jingchuan raised his hand and lightly patted its big head, his tone carrying a hint of serious anger:

"Don't bully the newcomers, are you just ignoring my warnings?"

Little Black and Treading Snow strolled over slowly, standing on either side of him. Their soft lips gently brushed against his arm, again and again, as if they were pleading for Big Black.

Liu Hu stood at a distance and didn't come over.

Shen Jingchuan didn't budge, staring at the Big Black dog and saying in a deep voice:

"I'm telling you, if you dare bully other horses again, I'll really get angry, and then I won't want you anymore."

Upon hearing this, Big Black suddenly raised its head, its round eyes filled with a hint of panic. After staring at him for two seconds, its big head actually nodded up and down, as if it understood and was admitting its mistake and making a promise.

After calming the three horses, I went to comfort the chestnut horse and gave it a nice name— Little Red.

Shen Jingchuan then left the house and headed towards Lin Escort Agency.

Just as he entered the gate of the escort agency, Lin Weiyuan happened to come out of the main hall. His eyes lit up when he saw him, and he strode up to greet him, "Young Master Shen! I was wondering when you would come, and here you are!"

"Since the chief escort has promised to teach me martial arts, I naturally don't dare to delay." Shen Jingchuan smiled and cupped his hands, "I came here specifically to learn martial arts from my master today."

"What master-disciple relationship? It's just sparring." Lin Weiyuan laughed heartily, quite straightforwardly. "Come on, let's talk in the training ground in the backyard."

The two walked towards the backyard, and as soon as they turned through the moon gate, they heard the whooshing sound of weapons cutting through the air. Inside, the brothers Lin Shan and Lin Yue were practicing with single-edged swords. Seeing someone enter out of the corner of their eye, they simultaneously sheathed their swords and turned around. Seeing it was them, they greeted each other in unison:

"Father, Young Master Shen."

"You guys practice, don't worry about us." Lin Weiyuan waved his hand and led Shen Jingchuan to the sidelines.

"Young Master Shen, let's get this straight up."

Lin Weiyuan laughing, and his tone became more serious:

"Our Lin Household's traditional sword techniques are not passed down to outsiders according to ancestral teachings, and I hope you will understand. However, I have some basic Lin Household sword and spear techniques that I can teach you. They are quick to learn and most suitable for building a solid foundation. I will start by teaching you stance training. Once you have a firm foundation, it's not too late to practice the techniques."

"The chief escort is willing to teach me. He is already grateful. There is no reason to choose." Shen Jingchuan nodded slightly, not dissatisfied.

Lin Weiyuan then started teaching him the most basic Three-Body Posture stance, bending down to correct his posture of shoulders, back, waist and legs. He explained the key points of sinking the shoulders, dropping the elbows, relaxing the waist, and sinking the Qi to the Dantian. He also demonstrated how to hold a single sword and the three basic sword techniques of chopping, slashing and sweeping. He broke down each move clearly and even explained the tricks of generating power in detail.

Shen Jingchuan studied with great focus, standing in the same stance for almost half an hour. His waist and legs gradually became sore and stiff, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

Lin Weiyuan nodded in approval, corrected a few details, and then said:

"That's enough for today. When you get back, practice your stance and these three basic sword techniques first. Don't try to learn too much at once. Once your posture is fixed and your power generation is smooth, then we'll move on to the next one."

It was already noon, Lin Weiyuan insisted that he stay at the escort agency for lunch.

In the afternoon, after returning to his bedroom in the backyard, Shen Jingchuan, having traveled back to the modern era, took a shower and retrieved the small wooden box he had found in a hidden compartment of the old carriage from his spatial storage.

The box was opened, revealing a yellowed silk scroll inside, the cover of which read "The Everlasting Spring Breathing Instruction".

The inner pages are decorated with detailed diagrams of the human body's meridians, with acupoints and meridians clearly marked. Next to them are mnemonic Mnemonic in traditional Chinese characters, recording a complete set of methods for breathing exercises and meditation.

Shen Jingchuan read it twice from beginning to end, using his phone to translate any unfamiliar characters. He felt it was probably an ancient Daoist health preservation technique.

He sat cross-legged in the posture shown in the picture, slowly adjusted his breathing according to the Mnemonic, and guided his mind to follow the breath, gently exhaling and inhaling along the meridian lines.

This practice session lasted all afternoon. It wasn't very difficult, and after practicing it several times, I finally got it right.

At first, I only felt my breathing becoming more and more even, and later a warm feeling slowly rose in my chest and abdomen, spreading along my limbs and bones, and the soreness and fatigue from standing in the morning gradually dissipated.

Shen Jingchuan stood up and stretched, feeling refreshed and clear-headed.