18: Life Money

After practicing the complete breathing method with Pei Youguang again, Xue Jing thoroughly memorized all the detailed steps of the breathing method.

This time I completed the breathing method, the symptoms were the same as the first time, very uncomfortable, but better than the first time, and it seemed that I had adapted a little.

Pei Youguang was feeling a little uncomfortable because he had practiced the breathing method twice in a row. He touched his head and exclaimed:

"Not only did I successfully complete the cycle the first time I practiced the breathing technique, I was able to do it twice in a row…"

"If the old master in the dojo knew this, he would probably be shocked."

Xue Jing slowly calmed down the burden of the breathing method and said, "Youguang, thank you this time."

Pei Youguang was flattered and said quickly: "Hey! What are you thanking me for? Brother Jing, you are willing to let me teach you, that's giving me face..."

Although what he said may have sounded a bit flattering, he really meant it.

With someone like Xue Jing's talent and pedigree, it's obvious that he has a bright future. Now that he can take advantage of Xue Jing's humble status and get some "favor of teaching and educating" from him, he feels that he is very lucky.

This basic breathing method is not worth much, and being able to use it to connect with a promising person can be said to be a huge gain.

Pei Youguang sighed, "It's a pity that I don't have the secret medicine of the dojo here. The breathing method must be practiced in conjunction with the secret medicine to achieve the best effect. I remember that the old master called this process 'blood washing'..."

"He said that blood is the fundamental source of power for the body. The cleaner and better the blood, the stronger the power it provides. Every dojo has a different 'blood-cleansing secret method'. If you go to any dojo in the future, you might be able to come into contact with it."

While Xue Jing listened to him talking, he opened the door and took a look.

[You practiced breathing techniques once, fitness experience +16]

[You have practiced a breathing technique, fitness experience +16]

[Fitness Lv2 (463/500)]

After practicing the breathing method twice, my fitness experience increased by more than 30 points?

Pei Youguang said that breathing techniques can improve physical fitness, but he didn't expect the effect to be so good.

"It takes about 15 minutes to complete a full cycle of breathing techniques, which means more than 60 minutes per hour."

If you go to the gym specifically, you can gain about 100 fitness experience points per hour.

Breathing techniques may seem less effective than specialized fitness exercises, but that's not the case.

Fitness requires special equipment and a special environment, but breathing techniques can be done anytime and anywhere!

If he could keep the breathing method going for 24 hours, he could gain more than 1,400 fitness experience points by "hanging up" for one day!

What an exaggerated increase!

Of course, this is not possible at the moment. The breathing method puts a heavy burden on the body. He completed two complete cycles in a row and felt that he could not continue temporarily, otherwise he would really hurt himself.

However, no matter what, Xue Jing feels very satisfied that there is a new way to increase his fitness experience anytime and anywhere.

About twenty minutes later, Xue Jing felt that he had completely recovered.

He stood up, looked around, and suddenly his eyes lit up as he looked at a machine in the corner.

Pei Youguang noticed his gaze and said with a smile: "That's a dynamometer, Brother Jing, do you want to try it?"

Xue Jing nodded.

Pei Youguang: "Okay, I'll open it for you."

He ran to the back of the dynamometer and pressed a button. The screen on the dynamometer stand lit up, showing the results of the previous test.

[1472N].

"The data unit of this machine is N, which stands for 'Newton'."

Pei Youguang explained.

"1472 N, if converted to KG, which is easier to understand, it is about 150 kilograms."

Pei Youguang was a little proud: "This is the data I typed hard the day before yesterday. Come on."

Xue Jing smiled and said, "Yeah, pretty fierce."

After a pause, he said, "Let me try."

Seeing this, Pei Youguang immediately gave up his seat.

Xue Jing walked forward, took a stance, took a deep breath, aimed at the slightly worn leather pad on the dynamometer, and suddenly punched straight ahead!

"Bang!!"

There was a loud bang, and the entire heavy dynamometer shook slightly. The numbers on the screen on the bracket began to jump continuously, and then stopped.

[1773N].

Pei Youguang's eyes widened slightly.

"What the hell!?"

1773 Newtons, converted into weight, is about 181 kilograms.

"Brother Jing, you haven't actually practiced before, are you just trying to trick me?"

Pei Youguang exclaimed in amazement.

"No effort was used, just pure brute force. He hit 1773 N, which is about 180 kg. It's outrageous!"

He touched his bandaged nose and said, "No wonder my nose was almost blown off at noon..."

Xue Jing laughed: "How is it, is it okay?"

Pei Youguang nodded repeatedly: "That's great, brother. If you learn how to use your luck, you can immediately take the professional martial arts exam."

Xue Jing did not reply, but looked at a machine with many buttons next to him and asked curiously, "What is that?"

Pei Youguang smiled and said, "That's for training your reaction. You see there are a lot of buttons on it. It's just like playing whack-a-mole. You press the button that lights up immediately. The faster the better..."

…

Xue Jing stayed at Pei Youguang's house until nearly eight o'clock in the evening. After agreeing to come over often during this period, he said goodbye and left.

Before leaving, Pei Youguang asked if he could be exempted from reciting his self-review tomorrow morning, but Xue Jing refused.

The main reason for letting him study before was to teach him a lesson, but Xue Jing let him study now because he really wanted to do it for his own good.

Carrying the reputation of a murderer is no joke.

Pei Youguang was too young to understand the consequences, or he vaguely understood the consequences but was a little confused for some reason. However, Xue Jing didn't want him to ruin himself.

Although he has made many mistakes before, as long as he does not make absolute mistakes in principle, he still has a chance to correct them.

Xue Jing walked on the street. Although it was only eight o'clock in the evening, this street in the southern city area was very quiet, with only a few shops still having lights on.

The evening breeze blew, blowing bottles, cans, newspapers and plastic bags on the street everywhere, creating an echo in the quiet street.

Xue Jing carried his schoolbag on one shoulder and walked towards the nearest bus stop with a natural look on his face.

Behind him, in an alley several dozen meters away, there were several people hiding, staring at his back with ill intentions.

One of the men, who had a tuft of white hair on his head, chuckled and said, "It's rare to run into a fat sheep outside so late at night. Look at the school uniform he's wearing. Is he from the Affiliated High School of Qing University?"

Standing among the group of people, a middle-aged man with a long scar on his right cheek took a deep puff of the cigarette in his mouth and exhaled slowly. He was wearing a sleeveless black sweatshirt and had a dragon tattooed across his shoulder on his muscular right arm.

"It's not right for you to come to our Razor Gang's territory at this late hour without leaving something behind."

"If you can afford the tuition for the attached high school, you can probably afford to buy your life, right?"

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