Practicing martial arts is an extremely private matter, so Lou Yi did not recklessly step into the courtyard but called out from the outside, "Brother Sang!"
Upon seeing Lou Yi arrive, Sang Peng's face lit up with joy and he unhesitatingly pulled him into the courtyard.
In the courtyard, there were currently forty or fifty people diligently practicing martial arts, everyone brimming with blood and energy, much stronger than the people in the square outside.
Among them, more than half were in a horse stance, motionless, eyes level at the horizon, like wooden stakes.
They bared large areas of skin, and in the space between every two people, there was a wooden barrel filled with a reddish-bronze unknown liquid.
Several elderly men with graying hair held bamboo brushes in their hands, which continuously dripped liquid.
They dipped the brushes into the barrels and then skillfully brushed and smeared it onto the bodies of those practicing.
