But after twenty minutes, Charles Warren started to feel a bit dizzy. The constant rising and sinking felt just like being seasick, his stomach churning.

"Are you feeling dizzy, like you're seasick and about to throw up?" Catherine Turner seemed to know exactly how Charles Warren felt.

Charles Warren quickly nodded.

"You don't need to stand anymore, you can get up. Your lower body posture is correct, but your head isn't in the right position. When you stand, your head should be suspended and lightly lifted."

"What does it mean to have the head suspended and lightly lifted?" Charles Warren stood up, gasping for breath for a while before finally suppressing the nauseous feeling.

"This is a term from the Bagua Xingyi martial arts manual, and it's hard to explain. Come with me." Catherine Turner thought for a moment. "You'll understand once we get to the river embankment!"

Outside the park was a big river. A few years ago, a new reinforced concrete embankment had been built, rising very high, with dozens of steep cement steps leading up to it.

Catherine Turner grabbed Charles Warren and quickly led him up the embankment.

Charles Warren's knees were already sore from holding the horse stance earlier, and now, after this exertion, climbing dozens of cement steps, his knees were so sore he could barely stand.

"Look at this river view!"

Without waiting for Charles Warren to rest, Catherine Turner pointed to the vast river ahead.

Charles Warren looked as well, feeling the river rushing forward, boundless and wide, the water splashing along the banks, snow piled up on both sides, the scenery truly delightful.

As he gazed, Charles Warren felt his whole body relax, his legs no longer sore, his back no longer aching.

"When you climb high and look far, your vision broadens, your mood lightens, and your fatigue eases. This is what it means to have the head suspended and lightly lifted." Catherine Turner spoke to Charles Warren like an older sister explaining things.

"When you're galloping on horseback, your field of vision is especially wide, so you don't feel tired while riding. It's the same principle—when you're seasick, if you stand on the deck, feel the breeze, and look into the distance, you won't feel sick anymore."

"So, when holding the horse stance, it's not just about the up and down movement and getting the strength right; your gaze should also be broad, with the feeling of climbing high and looking far."

"Only then is your horse stance correct. These are all principles found in daily life, but people usually overlook them. The sages summarized them and integrated them into martial arts. Martial arts aren't a myth—they're part of life. As long as you pay attention, you can turn the ordinary into the extraordinary."

Listening to these words, Charles Warren suddenly felt he understood a lot.

He felt as if a door he had never seen before was slowly opening to him.

"I've told you the principles and the posture. Practice for half a month first. After half a month, wait for me here and we'll see how your stance has improved." With that, Catherine Turner turned and went down the embankment.

Chapter Two: Turning, the Hand Lifts to the Groin, Eyes and Hands in Harmony, Elbow Like a Spear, Arm Snaps Like a Whip

Feeling that Catherine Turner's advice was very useful, Charles Warren practiced the horse stance every morning and evening, gripping the ground with his toes, rising and sinking, and letting his gaze look out as if climbing high and looking far.

Sure enough, where before he could only hold the stance for a bit over ten minutes, after squatting for a day or two, he could actually last thirty minutes without strain.

Moreover, Charles Warren felt his toes, calves, waist, and abdomen becoming more and more flexible.

Every night after practicing, he slept soundly, almost always sleeping straight through till morning.

After five or six days, Charles Warren kept up his regular morning and evening squats, and even during class, he would lift his hips and sit lightly on the seat, his body moving in gentle waves as he wrote, just like Catherine Turner had shown him.

Fortunately, Charles Warren's grades were average, so he always sat in the back rows. And since his movements were very subtle, the teachers didn't bother him.

Especially since Charles Warren was quiet and introverted, after more than a year in high school, he still couldn't name most of his classmates and had no close friends.

But this way, he enjoyed his own peace, living every day in his own world.

After ten days of this, Charles Warren could actually squat lightly through an entire forty-five-minute class.

During the ten-minute breaks, Charles Warren would rest. As soon as class started, he would begin his gentle squatting again. By the end of the day, including morning and evening self-study, Charles Warren was squatting for a total of ten hours.

In the last few days, Charles Warren became almost addicted, like a drug habit. Even when walking, he would first lift his foot and grip the ground with his toes, then let his body rise and fall, moving forward step by step.

This posture looked a bit odd, and people at school often pointed and whispered, but Charles Warren paid them no mind.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. Charles Warren felt his legs and waist were full of energy.

In front of the school was a flag-raising platform as high as his neck. Without a running start, Charles Warren just bent and sprang up in one motion.

On the day he was to meet Catherine Turner, Charles Warren got up early as usual, hurrying to the old spot in the park before dawn.

Catherine Turner was already there waiting, still in a white tracksuit, looking kind and friendly.

When Charles Warren ran over, Catherine Turner's eyes seemed to light up.

"I didn't expect you to achieve such results in just half a month. Your walking posture shows you're really into it now."

Hearing this, Charles Warren just grinned foolishly. "What are you going to teach me today, Sister Chen?"