"Draw your chin in slightly, raise the Jade Pillow acupoint, and form the posture of 'Heaven Connects Kunlun.' This is 'Head Like a Hanging Bell,' allowing the Orthodox God at the coccyx to pierce straight to the crown. One breath flows straight up and down. Standing post is all about standing this single breath!
Without this Vigorous Qi, you'll be all slack and loose. Like a bow without a string, you can neither tighten it nor draw it open. No matter how perfect your posture looks, your training will never reach the mark—your form will be real, but your intent false. Fake effort!
The martial path is a Dao! Without intent, all you do in the end is build up your bulk, gaining strength for nothing, unable to refine even a wisp of qi and blood or wield any profound martial art!
If you really find it difficult, imagine yourself hiccupping. Once the force rises, you can't press it back down..."
On the yellow sands training ground, sweat streamed down their backs.
The lines of youths stood straight and orderly.
Liang Qu walked with his hands behind his back, weaving through the ranks. A ribbon of white mist coiled around him like a giant hand, occasionally slipping between the students to adjust an individual posture.
The students farther away watched with envy. Even the novel Contemplation Diagrams could no longer draw their attention.
The Xingyi Marquis—wow!
Da Shun's legendary marquis!
Fighting method, refining method, Nourishing Method.
The basics of the four gates were the same old things, turned over and over. There was no way to make flowers bloom from them.
The greatest value of an expert instructor was not repeating those stale fundamentals, but tailoring a student's standing post to their habits and talents, achieving twice the result with