I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 60 - 45: He Wanqing

Mingcan Courtyard was vast. Besides a few functional grand halls, it also had several training rooms, a Martial Arts Arena, and even dormitories.

However, team members rarely lived in these dorms. It wasn’t that the conditions were poor, but rather that anyone who could make it on the Martial Arts Team had at least some income.

They all had their own places off-campus.

After listening to his senior, Wang Zhe, explain the various rules and precautions, Zhao Rui dutifully found an unoccupied training room and opened the file he’d been sent on WeChat.

"The Prajna Palm takes emptiness as its body and compassion as its application. When cultivating, one must see the five skandhas as fleeting as dew and lightning. When the palm strikes, all forms are formless; when the palm retracts, the ten thousand dharmas return to one."

"...Practice circulating qi from the Shanzhong and Qihai acupoints, guiding the water of the Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian upward, past the Yuzhen and into the Baihui. Transform pure yang into sweet dew, and channel it along the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian into the Laogong point in the palm."

"...The palm holds emptiness, the knuckles slightly bent as if plucking a flower or embracing the full moon. Only then can one achieve the wonder of ’Unstoppable Power’."

After reading this, Zhao Rui paused, stunned. ’It actually uses the Taiyin Lung Meridian? Doesn’t that overlap with the Inner Strength circulation path for Cloud Hand Star-Picking?’

A jolt of joy went through him. He had already opened a key acupoint on that path. Practicing the Prajna Palm now would give him a massive head start.

Deciding to act immediately, Zhao Rui began his cultivation, circulating his Inner Strength and practicing the techniques exactly as described in the cultivation technique’s manual.

This set of martial arts had a total of nine techniques, symbolizing the meaning of the Nine-Grade Lotus Platform. The stances themselves were easy to learn; he just had to copy them.

The difficult part was circulating energy through the meridians.

In his previous life, martial arts techniques also existed, but they were completely powerless. The problem wasn’t with the techniques themselves, but with the lack of Inner Strength flowing through the meridians.

The martial arts people practiced in his past life had no Inner Strength circulation at all. How could they possibly produce any extraordinary power?

It was like the difference between taking Viagra before getting down to business and not. Even if the ’equipment’ was the same, the internal blood flow and hormone levels were completely different, leading to a world of difference in the effect.

This set of martial arts was imbued with Buddhist philosophy, focusing on the Zen concept that emptiness is not empty and form is emptiness. It also had an extremely high requirement for one’s comprehension.

For each and every technique, even if the qi circulation through the meridians was identical, differences in comprehension would lead to different transformations between substance and void during energy circulation, and different variations derived from the techniques.

Zhao Rui was stubborn by nature. Since he had chosen the path of the Martial Dao, patience was an absolutely essential trait.

Whether he practiced once or ten times, he would keep at it.

He would practice whether he had an epiphany or not. In the worst-case scenario, he still had the system panel as a safety net.

He practiced like this for the entire morning.

By the time Zhao Rui pushed the door open and walked out, it was already 12:30 in the afternoon.

He wasn’t the last person left in Mingcan Courtyard, though. Passing by the main hall, he could see at least seven or eight senior students still lingering inside.

Some were meditating and resting, some were practicing their martial arts, and one was even watching videos on their phone.

Everyone minded their own business.

Seeing that Wang Zhe and the others weren’t around, Zhao Rui quietly picked up his backpack and left the Zen Monastery.

Outside, a few sparrows lingered on the bluestone path, hopping and playing or pecking at the ground for food, looking utterly carefree.

Beneath the massive, ancient trees on either side, two young senior female students were lounging, whispering intimately to each other with lazy grace.

’What a great atmosphere,’ Zhao Rui thought.

His mood lifted, and his pace slowed as he took in the lush green "world" around him.

By the time he left the Martial Arts Academy grounds and arrived at the nearest cafeteria, Dining Hall Eight, it was already almost one o’clock.

"One bowl of beef noodles, two extra eggs, and a grilled sausage—the thick kind."

He’d heard that eating this way was good for your health.

A few minutes later, Zhao Rui carried a large, steaming bowl of beef noodles from the cafeteria counter to an empty table and sat down.

Then he began to slurp the noodles down with gusto.

"Luo Min, isn’t this hilarious? Some guy from another school actually gave me a love letter today. I’m seriously dying of laughter."

As he was eating, a girl’s voice drifted over to him from a nearby table.

’Luo Min?’

Zhao Rui froze for a second, then lifted his head slightly to look toward the source of the voice.

The speaker was a round-faced girl with long hair. Her features were quite pretty, though her complexion was a bit dark, and she had a strange tattoo on her arm.

However, she wasn’t the one Zhao Rui was focused on. His gaze fell on the girl next to her.

She was a girl with an exceptionally beautiful face and figure.

Zhao Rui’s stare naturally caught her attention. When their eyes met, the girl seemed momentarily surprised before returning his gaze with a smile.

Zhao Rui smiled and nodded back before lowering his head and continuing to eat his noodles, clearly having no intention of going over to say hello.

Zhao Rui knew this girl well. She was Luo Min, his classmate from his high school martial arts class, and now also a student at Dongqi University’s Martial Arts Academy.

But they hadn’t been close back in school, and even after finding out they both got into Dongqi University, they hadn’t kept in touch.

They had only run into each other once during military training and exchanged a brief greeting.

A while later, Zhao Rui finished his noodles, grabbed his backpack, and walked straight out of the dining hall.

"Who was that?"

After Zhao Rui left, the girl next to Luo Min glanced at his back and asked curiously.

"A high school classmate."

Luo Min smiled, her eyes flicking briefly toward Zhao Rui’s retreating figure as she answered casually.

"A high school classmate? You have a high school classmate in our Martial Arts Academy?"

The girl asked in surprise, because she hadn’t seen him during military training.

"He used to be in the martial arts class, but when he applied for university, he accepted a placement adjustment. He’s in the School of Accounting now."

Luo Min explained. She had actually wanted to go over and chat with Zhao Rui for a bit. For one, they were old classmates at the same university. For another, she was also very curious why he had decided to give up on the Martial Dao.