On the martial arts field in the outer courtyard, the morning fog has not cleared.
More than a dozen disciples from the outer courtyard stood sparsely in front of their respective wooden stakes, setting stakes, punching, and shouting one after another.
Tang Jin'er walked to his wooden stake, took a deep breath, lowered his waist and lowered his hips, closing his fists at his waist.
Zhan Zhuang must be practiced every day.
She has done this pose a thousand times,
The energy and blood all over the body turned into warm currents and spread from the Dantian to the limbs and bones. As time passed,
Her whole body felt tense, and a thin layer of sweat gradually formed on her forehead.
"What's going on..."
Today's stance seems to be slightly different, the flow of Qi and blood is much faster than before.
She was panicking and thought there was something wrong with the medicinal food she took last night.
But she soon discovered that the warm current was not uncomfortable, but brought an indescribable sense of comfort, as if a torrent that had been building up for a long time finally broke through the dam and surged freely inside her body.
Her breathing became long and dense involuntarily. Between each exhalation and inhalation, her chest rose and fell nearly twice as much as usual, but her whole body was surprisingly calm.
My mind was completely empty.
The surrounding sounds seemed to be covered with a layer of cloth, making them indistinct.
In her ears, there was only the sound of her own heartbeat, once, twice, three times, slow and powerful.
The sound was getting louder and louder.
Until a certain moment, she felt something deep inside her body suddenly shattered.
An unprecedented power surged out from her dantian, instantly penetrating her limbs and bones. A layer of crimson heat appeared on the surface of her skin, steaming up and turning into wisps of white smoke in the morning mist.
"Junior sister Tang... she..."
On the martial arts field, a disciple from the outer courtyard who was closest to her was the first to notice the anomaly.
Before he finished speaking, Tang Jin'er punched out with his fist, which was Mountain-Breaking Fist that he had practiced dozens of times every day.
After punching out, there was a crisp "pop" sound in the air.
The wooden pile not far away was shaken slightly,
The whole place was silent.
Tang Jin'er suddenly woke up and looked at her fist blankly,
"This is... what?"
"Ming Jin!"
Someone exclaimed, "She's in Ming Jin!"
"Really or not? How long has it been? She Entry must be a month at most!"
"A month? Are you sure? How do I remember that it was half a month ago when she couldn't even stand on her heels?"
Discussions came like a flood.
Tang Jin'er froze on the spot, as if frightened by this sudden turn of events.
She raised her hands and looked over them. There was still a faint layer of crimson on her palms.
It turns out that breaking through is such a feeling.
"Everyone, get out of the way!"
The crowd automatically separated into a path.
After hearing the commotion, Wang Shi strode over, followed by two inner court disciples.
He walked up to Tang Jin'er, stretched out his hand to check her pulse, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"The qi and blood are full, and the strength is released. It is indeed the beginning of Ming Jin."
He retracted his hand and his eyes stayed on Tang Jin'er for a long time. "Did you just break through?"
"I... I don't know..."
Tang Jin'er's voice was a little nervous. "I was just standing still as usual, and then suddenly... that was it."
Wang Shi was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and headed in the direction of the Teaching Hall.
Tang Jin'er was even more panicked.
She had heard of the rules of the Zhao Clan Martial Hall: if a disciple from the outer courtyard breaks through Ming Jin, he or she has passed the first level, but senior brother Wang Shi doesn't look like he wants to congratulate her.
Could it be that my foundation was not laid well and something went wrong?
Just when she was thinking wildly, a tall figure appeared beside the martial arts arena.
The visitor is Zhao Zhong, the owner of the Zhao Clan Martial Hall.
Seeing his arrival, the disciples who were watching respectfully took a few steps back.
Zhao Zhong walked up to Tang Jin'er and looked at her.
"Your name is Tang Jin'er?"
"Yes... Master."
Tang Jin'er's legs went weak and she almost fell to her knees, but she gritted her teeth and held on.
"How long have you been in the museum?"
"Twenty-six days."
"Twenty-six days..."
Zhao Zhong repeated it, then suddenly stretched out his hand and put two fingers on Tang Jin'er's wrist.
The moment his fingertips were placed on the pulse, Tang Jin'er felt a gentle flow of air penetrate into her body, circle along the meridians, and then retreat out.
Zhao Zhong took back his hand, his eyes shining brightly.
"You come with me."
He turned and walked towards the Teaching Hall.
Tang Jin'er was stunned for a moment, looked at Wang Shi beside him who was nodding towards her, and finally took a step forward to follow her.
Inside the Teaching Hall, two oil lamps were burning, illuminating the whole room as brightly as day.
"Stretch out your hand."
Zhao Zhong spoke calmly.
Tang Jin'er didn't know why, so she stretched out her right hand.
Zhao Zhong did not feel her pulse, but pinched her wrist and tapped the bones of her forearm a few times with his knuckles.
Tang Jin'er felt a numbness in her arm, as if a few fine needles had penetrated into the bone. It didn't hurt, but it was very itchy.
"The other one."
Zhao Zhong tapped her left arm again.
Tang Jin'er didn't dare to move.
Zhao Zhong put down her hand and nodded slowly.
"If you have a good foundation and bones, given time, your achievements will be immeasurable."
"From today on, you can enter the inner courtyard in advance and become my second direct disciple, Zhao Zhong."
Zhao Zhong's voice was not loud, but it sounded like a thunder in Tang Jin'er's ears.
Personal disciple?
Me?
Her beautiful eyes widened, and her little face was full of astonishment.
After a brief daze, she finally realized what she was doing.
"Disciple... disciple Tang Jin'er, thank you Master!"
She saluted Zhao Zhong with a complicated expression,
"Get up."
Zhao Zhong stretched out his hand to give a weak hand.
"Go back and tidy up, and move to the inner courtyard tomorrow. Your senior brother Wang Shi will help you familiarize yourself with the rules."
"Yes!"
Tang Jin'er nodded and responded,
When we came out of the Teaching Hall, it was already bright.
Tang Jin'er felt as if she was in a dream. How could she make a breakthrough in such a daze? And become her master's direct disciple?
News spreads faster than the wind.
The news that Tang Jin'er broke into the inner courtyard spread throughout the Zhao Clan Martial Hall in less than half an hour.
The eyes of the disciples in the outer courtyard looked at her, from the initial comments to undisguised envy.
Some people are not convinced, saying that Tang Jin'er relies on a good family background and has been eating and drinking well since she was a child, so her bones are naturally good.
Some people say sourly that women are different from men. No matter how high-ranking they are, they will still disappear from the crowd after they get married and have children.
Tang Jin'er ignored it at all.