It's just that I don't practice martial arts, I really don't practice martial arts.

  Bai Huan strolled through the mountains, his body and mind immersed in his own introspection. The half-moon above his head was clear and bright, as if he could reach out and touch it from where he stood on the small hill. At this moment, the mountain shadows were dense and heavy, with strange sounds occasionally drifting through the air.

  The mountain is empty and desolate, the night sky is dark and gloomy, only its sound can be heard, but its shadow cannot be seen.

  But in Bai Huan's ears, these rich and lively human voices were clearly the whispers of the earth, and only when he listened carefully could he catch that thread of serenity and distance.

  He seemed to have gained a lot of insight along the way, but also seemed to have gained nothing.

  Until they turned over a mountain pass, several dim diesel lamps came into view, and Bai Huan only then struggled out of that state of complete forgetfulness.

  I'm home...

  Nanmu Village is a typical southwestern mountain village, with earth and wood houses covered in dark green tiles. From one household to another, there are always several uneven terraced fields or clusters of small bamboo forests in between. Bai Hua spent his entire childhood here, leaving footprints on every inch of land around the big mountains.

  His and grandma's home is on the west side of the village, a sunny small hillside, after passing through the old locust tree at the village entrance, turn left directly to go up.

  But just as Bai Huan passed by the old locust tree at the village entrance, a thrilling feeling suddenly emerged from the depths of his mind. This lively aura, like an electric shock, made him stop in his tracks. The moonlight above his head remained unchanged, the chirping of mountain insects formed a nocturne, and occasionally, a few barks of dogs could be heard, making the mountains seem even more quiet and secluded. The wild grass underfoot had already unknowingly soaked up the chilly evening dew...

  It's still that serene and secluded mountain village. If there's anything different, it's that after Bai Huan obtained the power of nature, she became even more sensitive to this kind of freshness and beauty.

  But for some reason, he always felt a sense of unreality surrounding him.

  Behind the world in the eyes, there is still a more mysterious overlapping void hidden.

  Moreover, there was a faint mysterious aura that resonated with the natural energy within him, making it even more vibrant.

  Like a mountain river's flow, surging and lively, filling every corner of his body and mind.

  Bai Huan didn't know the reason for this situation, but his intuition told him that this feeling was beneficial and harmless to him. So Bai Huan stood still under the big Chinese parasol tree, feeling the natural power that had almost taken shape, as well as the thriving yet peaceful life force all around... With each breath, he merged into this mysterious aura.

  "What's wrong? Go under the tree and take a piss!"

  A loud shout made Bai Huan's soul shake, and he broke away from that bewildered state like a fetus. When he turned his head back with great depression, it was actually the village hunter Old Zhang.

  This old man is the de facto village head of Nanmu Valley, without the title. In his youth, he traveled south and north, was a soldier and killed bandits! After middle age, he returned to his hometown, built a wooden house at the end of the village, hunted in autumn and winter, farmed in spring and summer, and had great prestige among the more than 50 households in the village.

  "What? It's Huanwa! I was just saying that school is on holiday, and you didn't even come back to see your grandma. You're really heartless, and now you're finally back!"

  An old man walked over with a pipe in his mouth. In the heavy darkness of night, his figure was surprisingly illuminated by an otherworldly aura.

  "Huh?" As the two approached, Old Zhang took a closer look and couldn't help but be shocked again. Two piercing gazes swept up and down Bai Huan's body, and as he looked, he couldn't resist reaching out to touch him: "Huanzi, did you take Ten-whole Great Supplement Pills? How...how are you even more robust than me, an old man!"

  The old man pronounced the last sentence "sturdier than me, an old man" with particular loudness and clarity, his tone was one of unfeigned astonishment.

  A group of young people in Nanmu Valley, he didn't know any of them, who was what kind of person, who had what physique, the old man could count them all in his heart.

  Bai Guang this kid, looks lively on the outside, but is actually tough and resilient, he's one of the younger generation that he likes, at one point in time, he even had thoughts of taking this kid as his apprentice!

  However, when he mentioned it to Bai Huan, he was immediately rejected by Bai Huan, who said that his moves were too ugly and far inferior to Huang Feihong on TV, almost giving the old man a heart attack.

  As for physical conditions, Bai Huan is not a good material for practicing martial arts, so it ended in nothing.

  Now, three months later, when he saw this kid again, how did he become a different person! Bai Huan's current physical condition and mental state were absolutely transformed in his eyes, and there was no difference with those internal martial arts masters who had practiced their skills to the bone.

  Shi Quan Da Bu Wan

  What's that thing? Can eating it make one invincible and capable of satisfying a thousand women in one night?

  This is the immortal family's technique I obtained after going through thick and thin!

  Yeah, artificial 220-volt voltage lightning arrester, whoever tries it knows...

  No wonder there are no immortals now, but in some mountainous areas, there are still legends of demons and monsters. It's all because of that Franklin, who insisted on uncovering the so-called secrets of lightning.

  The wonders of nature and the infinite potential of the human body, can they be explained in just a few words? Without the tribulations of nine heavenly thunderbolts, how can one become an immortal?

  However, the old hunter in front of him was blinking his bright little eyes, staring at him intently, scratching his head awkwardly and chuckling: "Isn't this just puberty? The body is starting to develop, usually eats a bit more, exercise has also increased..."

  Shut up, you old fart!

  Old Zhang almost jumped up!

  You're only 22 years old and still dare to say you're in your youth? Old Zhang thinks that if he were to follow Bai Huan's standards, then he could totally be considered as being in his prime.

  But there are some things that people don't want to say, and he doesn't pursue them either. People who practice martial arts just have this extra decisiveness and straightforwardness.

  The old man didn't waste any words, directly grabbing Bai Huan's sleeve and not letting him go: "Alright, I don't care how you did it, but your body has suddenly improved. In any case, you have to be my apprentice and inherit my skills."

  "Impossible!" Bai Huang refused bluntly.

  "You little scamp!" The old hunter was furious, but thinking that he was the one seeking help now, he immediately toned down: "What's wrong with you! You know my skills, one kick and five red bricks will be...!"

  "Wow!" Bai Huang's eyes darted to the side, his face expressionless as he shrugged: "What kind of footwork is this...?"

  "It's a foot-pedal stirrup! Also known as the Ninth Rank Imperial Pedal-Operated Stirrup with Hanging Rings and Foot-Pedal Suspension!"

  As soon as he heard someone belittling his kung fu, and this person was his own designated closed-door disciple, Zhang Liehu became anxious, with wrinkles on his face like a old eggplant that had been squeezed out.

  Bai Guang hastily changed the subject, but his tone of laughter couldn't hide a hint of insincerity: "Hehe, yeah, yeah! The Nine-Step Imperial Footwork is indeed impressive, with its majestic and elegant movements. However, when it comes to actual combat, it's like a sharp-mouthed, sly little monkey - not very intimidating."

  The old man didn't know what a small glass was, but the description of the sharp-mouthed monkey face in front of him suddenly made him furious.

  If I didn't spare you today, you'd know what it means by human nature's cruelty!

  Just then, the old man's sleeve brushed against him, and he raised his arm, ready to twist Bai Huan's ear...

  But his hand reached halfway, and with an extremely agile flip of his palm, he caught the "hidden projectile" that Bai Huan had thrown.

  Jasmine fragrance is a classic of the century, although it can't compare with Qing sample wine, but it's absolutely a high-end product in the eyes of ordinary people.

  For Old Zhang, who usually only drank baijiu and paogutang wine, this was no less than putting Queen Elizabeth's crown in front of a dragon that loved to collect treasures.

  Bai Huan wiped his forehead and was relieved that he had prepared for this earlier and hadn't forgotten about the old man who lived alone.

  It's not that he looks down on traditional martial arts, but rather that those things all require a certain routine and persistent practice over time.

  Although he has a strong willpower, he absolutely does not intend to use his willpower on this.

  What is more useful for him now are some basic combat skills, such as the army's grappling fist and so on.

  Or simply put, those basic training for neural reflexes.

  These things are just what he needs to match his physical quality far beyond ordinary people.

  "Hey, look, I'm going home to see my grandma, but I didn't forget about you. Let's just leave it like this for now, and I'll go accompany you for a couple of drinks tomorrow. I'm off for now!" Just as Old Zhang was eagerly opening the wine box, Bai Huan quickly made his escape.

  No sooner had he turned around than the old man grabbed him again: "Not so fast, you have to agree to be my apprentice first."

  I said it already...

  Bai Guang didn't expect that there was actually someone whose face could be as thick-skinned as his.

  How come I didn't notice it before? This old man is so stubborn!

  "You're still holding on, I'll call my grandma!" Her eyes rolled around and she pulled out her final killer move: "Do you want my grandma to be your partner or not?"

  His mind was called broken, but he still liked his own grandson, and even Old Zhang, who had traveled south and north for so many years and had experienced countless storms, couldn't help but blush at this moment.

  Hmph!

  Bai Huan turned around with a pleased smile and walked up the mountain slope in a leisurely manner.

  It wasn't until he had walked tens of meters away that he turned back with a triumphant smile, made a face at the old hunter who was still awkwardly standing there, and shouted in a low voice: "You think you can marry my grandma's lovely daughter? Dream on!"