Chapter 8 Meditation Pile

　　The next day, before dawn, Bai Ziyue was awakened by the rattling sound of the room door opening. 　　When he opened his eyes, inside the dark room, the other children on the large bedpan had all risen and begun the day's tedious work. 　　Because both he and Zhang Guoyi had applied to learn martial arts today, Mr. Qian had not arranged for the two to work. 　　Still, Bai Ziyue quickly got up and dressed as well. 　　"Ziyue, what time is it now?" 　　Zhang Guoyi was awakened by Bai Ziyue's movement and opened his eyes. 　　"It's just been cinnabar time. Yesterday, Mr. Qian also said that at the end of chen hour, there will be apprentices practicing martial arts in the martial arts arena, so let's go over early and try to learn more." 　　Bai Ziyue said and simply got out of bed. 　　Cin hour, according to his previous life's time calculations, it was the part of the hour from four to six o'clock, and he historically knew that in any era, there would be that kind of diligent person, even if someone would only start practicing martial arts at six o'clock, he didn't want to miss out on it because of a moment of laziness. 　　"Then wait for me." 　　Zhang Guoyi also got up in a hurry. 　　After half an hour had passed, the two of them paired up and arrived at the martial arts field. 　　The so-called martial arts arena was actually a leveled courtyard, with some stone piers for refining power placed on the corners, and a weapon rack on the edge. 　　Of course, there were no real open-bladed weapons on the rack, but rather knives, guns, swords, and other objects made of hardwood. 　　Bai Ziyue had thought that they had come early enough, but he hadn't expected someone to be even earlier than them. 　　In the corner position of the martial arts arena, there was a teenager in his late teens standing on a stake. 　　The stakes he was standing on were completely different from the fixed stakes Bai Ziyue had imagined, what he was practicing was a kind of moving stake. 　　His footsteps, not ding dong, not eight, stood fixed there, but his body shape was shaking regularly, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes like a person riding a horse, rising and falling up and down, sometimes like a snake coiled in a sitting position, wriggling and twisting, supple and flexible to the extreme. 　　"Huh, there is a person ...... there." 　　The sky was still a bit dark, Zhang Guoyi only then realized the teenager standing in the corner, and hurriedly voiced out to get closer to go over, but was pulled back by Bai Ziyue. 　　Teenager practicing martial arts, deliberately standing in the corner, certainly do not want others to disturb, they go over can only make a fool of themselves. 　　So the two of them stood on the other side, carefully observing each other's practice. 　　The teenager's movements were smooth and spontaneous, but the movements were, in the final analysis, actually very simple, consecutively, it was seven or eight movements that Bai Ziyue quickly memorized. 　　Zhang Guoyi, who was on the side, even more so, had already imitated it and started practicing. 　　It was just obvious that even if he practiced like it, in Zhang Guoyi's eyes, it was still a thousand times worse than the teenager, as if, it lacked a kind of divinity. 　　"The movements are not difficult, but the martial arts are obviously not that simple." 　　Bai Ziyue frowned slightly. 　　He could see that the teenager's movements were very comfortable, and every movement, it seemed as if it wasn't done deliberately, but rather, there was an internally generated power that was driving him to perform it. 　　"Power! It should be a kind of internally-run strength." 　　Bai Ziyue had a guess in his heart. 　　Although he hadn't practiced martial arts, he was quite knowledgeable in his previous life, and he had an answer after a slight analysis. 　　It was just that this answer, for him, could not necessarily be a good thing. 　　Because if he didn't know how that strength worked, it would be impossible for him to truly learn this stance at all. 　　"You guys will never be able to practice the Zen Pile like this." 　　At some point, that teenager had already finished practicing, and seeing the two, he walked over instead. 　　"I don't know what senior brother's name is? Please instruct senior brother." 　　Bai Ziyue was startled, followed by joy, and hurriedly spoke. 　　"My name is Qin Shaoping, I just came a few months earlier than you guys, there's no need to be so polite. 　　You guys should be apprentices who just joined the Blazing Sun Gang. The only thing a newly minted apprentice can learn is this Zen Stance, and only when the Zen Stance has reached a small level of success, and the Fixed Stance is turned into a Living Stance, will you be allowed to practice other martial arts for self-defense." 　　The teenager waved his hand haughtily and explained. 　　Bai Ziyue drifted off, then said with an expectant face, "Seeing how Senior Qin practiced, the fixed pile has obviously turned into a living pile, I wonder if he can teach us to practice this Zen Fixation Pile?" 　　"The true essence of the Zen Pile is in the word 'fixation'. 　　To be fixed is not to be static, but to have one's own strength running inside, and only by following the strength running and flowing all over the body can it play the role of exercising the physical body and strengthening the qi and blood. 　　Although I have practiced the Zen Pile to a small degree of success, I can't instruct you in the cultivation of this Zen Pile. 　　Every day, there are teaching masters who come here to guide you in your cultivation, and they are all those who have perfected the Zen Pile, and they can apply energy through the air. 　　When you find a master instructor, he will naturally transmit the energy to you, and when the energy enters your body, it will be much easier for you to practice the Zen Stance. 　　Generally speaking, there are three or five times, and you can get started straight away." 　　Qin Shaoping waved his hand and said with a smile. 　　"Thank you, Senior Brother Qin for your guidance." 　　Bai Ziyue wasn't disappointed when he heard this and hurriedly thanked him. 　　Knowing that his cultivation was completely useless, Zhang Guoyi didn't continue cultivating either. 　　So the two of them stood by the side once again, watching Qin Shaoping cultivate with envious faces. 　　This time, what Qin Shaoping practiced, was a boxing style, where his feet rolled and rolled with a burst of vigor. 　　His movements were equally simple and nothing unusual, but at this moment, Bai Ziyue no longer had the idea of memorizing them before trying them out. 　　Because in his fist technique, there was bound to be strength in motion, and without knowing the subtleties of the strength in motion, what was punched out would just be a dead fist, empty of brute strength, but with little power, and there was also the possibility of injuring oneself. 　　With the passage of time, the martial arts arena gradually began to more people. 　　Most of them were eight or nine years old, teenagers in their teens. 　　Most of them were outer sect apprentices who had already practiced the Zen Pile, and as soon as they came to the martial arts arena, few of them greeted each other, and all of them directly assumed postures and stood up the Zen Pile. 　　From there, Bai Ziyue was surprised to find that Qin Shaoping's progress was definitely the fastest of all. 　　In terms of Zen Stance cultivation, other than the fact that he had already cultivated to the point where the Fixed Stance had turned into a Living Stance, and the Zen Stance had become a minor success, there were only two other people who had achieved this. 　　Only, the age of these two people was, at first glance, a year or two older than an ordinary apprentice. 　　Moreover, in terms of the smoothness of the execution of the moving pile, these two were far beyond Qin Shaoping. 　　"I didn't realize that Senior Brother Qin was still a young genius. 　　However, judging from his diligence in starting his cultivation so early, it's very normal for him to be able to achieve this." 　　Bai Ziyue had heard, however, that the other party had only arrived a few months earlier than them as well. 　　"Master Hong Gang is here." 　　Suddenly, an apprentice spoke up, and immediately afterward, Bai Ziyue saw a fat and robust man walking over from the distance. 　　"It's him!" 　　Bai Ziyue's eyes flickered, and he already recognized that this so-called instructor was actually the fat man who stood behind that Logistics Steward Zhang Bo yesterday. 　　At this moment, he had an indifferent face, striding over to the martial arts arena, looking at the crowd with cold eyes, and said, "Those who haven't learned the Zen Pile yet stand over."