A Strange Physique

In the small brick courtyard, Lu Qingfeng looked at Jiang Ming who was practicing his fist techniques. For a moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he still had to open his stall. 

After a while, Jiang Ming finished a set of fist techniques, stood up, and asked with a smile, "Old Lu, what do you think of my fist technique?" 

Lu Qingfeng came back to his senses, his eyes full of amazement. "Although your fist technique is ordinary, you have the most amazing aura I have ever seen for someone your age. You match up quite well in comparison to the old martial artists in the city who have been immersed in martial arts for decades. Are you a martial artist?" Lu Qingfeng asked. He did not believe that a person who could perform such a set of fist techniques could be an ordinary person. 

"I can be considered a martial artist!" Jiang Ming nodded with a smile and then sighed. "But now I'm a little vexed, I can't see the way forward."