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Chen Ping'an's breathing suddenly stagnated.
This is an instinct, just like the boy in green and the girl in pink skirt meeting Zhigui. It has nothing to do with the level of realm. It is purely a powerful suppression of momentum.
Pure martial arts, to a certain extent, the essence of the word pure is here.
The vassal king Song Changjing once made Liu Baqiao, an accomplished swordsman, feel like his skin was being pricked by needles without doing anything in the small town government office.
There was a loud bang.
Chen Pingan was just about to make a move to prevent an unexpected incident, but the whole person flew out and hit the wall of the bamboo building hard. He collapsed to the ground. After struggling twice, he could only lean on his back. He couldn't stand up from the wall, and there was blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
The old man who kicked Chen Pingan in the abdomen crossed his arms across his chest, looked down at the miserable straw-shoe boy, and sneered: "You dare to be distracted when you confront someone! You are really looking for death!"
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Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and stood on the wall as if facing a formidable enemy.
The old man said calmly: "The world only says that there are nine realms of martial arts, but I don't know that there are great scenery above the nine realms. You have only touched the threshold of the third realm for the time being, but in fact, you have not even laid the foundation of the second realm. , if I don’t show up, in order to pursue the speed of breaking through the realm, once you reach the third realm, I am afraid that you will destroy the foundation of the future achievement of the nine realms. There is absolutely no room for any pretense in martial arts. What you did before was pretty good, but It’s far from enough! Because you didn’t do well in discharging your energy in the first stage!”
Chen Pingan’s breathing gradually became smoother. After all, he was a young man who never slacked off in tempering his body, and his foundation was very good. Well, you must know how high the "average" and "fairly good" words spoken by the old man in front of you are. If a secular martial artist like Zhu He could receive such an evaluation, he would probably burst into tears on the spot.
Chen Pingan has not yet understood these twists and turns, and just said in a trembling voice: "I have learned a lesson."
The old man stepped out, and the whole bamboo building shook slightly, and Li Xisheng's talismans The invisible words on the green bamboo are slightly revealed, flowing out with a burst of unnoticeable pure brilliance, just like the scene of the moonlight bottle pouring on the water of the stream, which is particularly moving.
The old man's mind moved, but he ignored these external objects. He stared at Chen Ping'an and revealed the secret: "The realm of mud embryo is to find that innate Qi, build the framework of the martial arts cottage, and Qi is the pillar. , Qi is a high wall! But before it is completed in one breath, it must be completely dispersed, and all the filthy Qi accumulated in the day after tomorrow, even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, must be eliminated! This world is better than ever! Don't be like the sneaky qigong warriors on the mountain. In the end, they just become the watchdogs who look up to others!"
Chen Ping'an didn't understand it at all, and deep down, he didn't understand it! NoAll agreed with the old man's statement.
The corners of the old man's mouth raised and he sneered: "The second realm is commonly known as the wooden tire realm. I think the mountain realm is better described. There are gods on the mountain and gods on the mountain. The martial artist just wants to split the mountain with one punch. ! After this state of hardening the muscles and bones, the foundation has been laid, and the future achievements will not be inferior to the Buddhist invincible body or the Taoist glazed body. We martial artists can also temper the ultimate stability. Physical fitness. As for the military strategist, hehe, it is neither fish nor fowl. The method he uses is both like a thief and taking a shortcut, which is extremely ridiculous!"
The military strategist does have a shortcut to the sky. In addition to being able to invite gods to descend from the mountain and be possessed by gods, he can also You can warm up a battlefield heroic spirit in the Qi Mansion. The heroic spirit is a kind of innately powerful ghost that never leaves. Once it is successfully blended with the monk's soul, the body's own body is like a Taoist elixir cauldron melting pot. The blending of water and fire belongs to another path. This is an extremely powerful method, but in the words of this sloppy old man, the military methods are simply not worth mentioning. The tone of his voice is really scary.
The old man raised his fingers at Chen Pingan, "Come on, come on, I will suppress the realm on the third realm. You use all your strength and hit me to death. You can beat me even half a step. Even if you win!"
Chen Pingan hesitated.
He didn't understand the situation at all. From the old man appearing inexplicably, claiming to be Cui Chan's grandfather, to now inexplicably starting a fight, Chen Pingan was confused. With Cui Chan's current status, he needed to To protect myself, a dilettante who doesn’t deserve the name? Moreover, the old man himself said that there is no shortcut in martial arts, and his talent is poor. Chen Pingan does not dare to hope that he can reach half the height of Cui Zhang in this life. Isn't the old man's statement contradictory?
The old man said displeased: "With your kind of mind, you are really boring. If you want to hit me, I will hit you. Why do you want me to kneel down and beg you to punch me?"
The stubborn and stubborn side of Chen Ping'an's character was finally revealed, and he still maintained a defensive posture and remained motionless.
The old man's eyes were dark and unclear, "I just want to ask you, do you want to be among the three realms, and one of the best in the world?!"
Chen Pingan nodded, Without hesitation, he said: "I want to!"
The old man turned his head slightly, stretched out his finger and pointed at his head, with an extremely domineering expression, "Then hit him here! Your kid's temperament is very wrong for me. But for the sake of Mingzhen, I will give you one more chance. If you have some momentum, I will give you a hand and let you experience the true style of the Three Realms."
< p>Chen Pingan said slowly: "Is that really a fight? I won't hold back when I punch!"The old man laughed loudly and said: "Stop talking nonsense, little bitch! How come you are born in your family? Are you so courageous? Do you have a handle in your crotch? Your parents must be cowards, right?" Chen Ping'an felt angry.
People who seem to be kind to others and have a soft heart must have a mental soil as hard as iron. In the suffering life, they will die and die.Support that seemingly stupid kindness.
This is the case with The Boy from Mud Bottle Alley.
Traveling thousands of miles along the way, practicing boxing day and night.
Chen Pingan took a step forward, bursting out with astonishing speed in an instant. He came to the old man and hit the old man's forehead with a punch with his right hand.
It looked like a punch, but in the end there were two bangs.
After an instant, Chen Pingan took a few steps back, his arms drooped, and then stepped back again and again.
It turned out that after the first punch hit the old man's forehead, the huge rebound force caused severe pain in Chen Pingan's left arm, but his fierceness burst out at the same time, and the stronger left fist tightened Then, he hit the old man on the head again.
Unfortunately, after two punches, the old man remained motionless and yawned, looking like he was bored. Looking at the embarrassment of the young man not far away, the old man sneered: "Your full punch is just to scratch the itch." Huh? Are you your wife, or are you my wife? I was right when I said you were a little girl. If I were your father and mother, I would be furious."
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"What, your parents are dead?"
The old man said, pretending to be surprised: "That would be better, you will definitely make you angry. ”
After the severe pain, Chen Pingan’s arms were completely numb and unconscious, but Chen Pingan still walked forward quickly. This time he jumped high, twisted his waist, and hit the old man with a whip kick. Except for the dull sound on the left side of the old man's head, there was nothing unusual about the old man. Chen Pingan took advantage of the situation to turn in the air and hit the right side of the old man's head with his second whip kick.
After Chen Pingan landed this time, his feet were weak and his shoulders went up and down. It took several times to stabilize his body.
The old man stared at the crippled boy with an idiot look on his face and asked: "Since the left leg has suffered enough, why does the right leg have to exert more force the second time? Don't you know it hurts?"
Chen Pingan did not speak, his face was white, his shoulders were up and down, and his legs were definitely seriously injured.
The old man nodded, "It seems that this is your bottleneck. It's really disappointing."
Chen Pingan rushed forward for the third time, using the six parts of the Mountain Shaking Fist to move forward. Before, although the speed was one beat slower than the previous two times, the momentum was not reduced at all. The old man was stunned for a moment and stood there, waiting quietly for a moment.
After countless walking moves, the spirit of Shanshanquan has long been integrated into Chen Pingan’s soul. Even if his hands and feet are injured, when he starts walking, he is still as powerful as a rainbow.
After the young man with a pale face but determination skillfully walked through the boxing pile, he jumped up high on his toes, raised his head, and suddenly struck down, hitting the old man's forehead hard.
The young man fell backwards and fell to the ground, breathing heavily, his eyes full of helplessness.
"Smart people will retreat when faced with difficulties. You are far behind. But! If you are not smart, that's right. If you want to be a pure martial artist, you don't need to be too smart. If you are smart, you will be smart. Wrong. For this reason, I will..."
Old manThen a look of admiration flashed across his face, and he walked forward with a smile on his face and said: "I'll give you a kick!"
A lightning kick came out, the amplitude was very small, just enough to kick. The side of Chen Ping's temple on the middle ground.
Chen Pingan tried his best to raise an arm to block the fierce and dangerous kick.
In the end, his arms were close to his head, and his whole body was kicked against the foot of the wall. He curled up there, feeling pain everywhere in his body.
The old man stood there, looking down at the poor young man, "I have thoroughly understood your martial arts foundation. This is just an appetizer, and the next step is the real pain. You go outside to make a sound first. Hello, prepare a big bucket, the best warming medicine, the best medicine for sores, and of course a coffin, haha, I'm afraid you might hang yourself without thinking, and the whole family will be underground. Reunion."
Chen Pingan rested for a long time before he could barely get up and limp out of the house. In the corridor outside the house, he saw the boy in green and the girl in pink skirt looking at each other. There was that fairy in white who seemed to be gloating about his misfortune. When Wei Bo saw the embarrassed Chen Ping'an, he suppressed a smile and said, "I'm going to prepare a high-quality medicine jar, medicinal materials, plasters, elixirs, etc. Don't worry, Niujiao Mountain Baofengzhai has everything. As for the money, I will help you with it first. You can pay it back when you have the money. There is no rush. But friends are friends, and in business, you still have to charge a little interest.”
Chen Pingan squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, nodded, and after Wei Bo disappeared, he sat down in the corridor with his back against the wall.
The boy in green asked softly: "Master, is it hard to practice boxing?"
Chen Ping'an slumped on the ground, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably, and said bitterly: "It's hard to die. "
All the children in green saw Chen Pingan walking and standing in the wind and snow. They thought that with Chen Pingan's second-level martial arts body, how could he withstand that suffering? It's impossible to do it. It's too painful. It's not like having your arm cut off with a bang. It's dripping with blood and crying. It's another kind of cutting flesh with a dull knife, and every breath you take is like drinking the wind and eating a knife.
But if even Chen Pingan felt that he was suffering, the boy in Tsing Yi could not imagine the suffering.
The girl in pink skirt turned her head and choked silently.
About half an hour later, the old man who was sitting cross-legged and meditating in the room stood up and said in a deep voice: "Chen Pingan, start practicing boxing!"
Chen Pingan sighed and opened the door. After entering, the boy in green swallowed his saliva and gently closed the door, not even daring to look at the bad old man.
After closing the door, the boy in Tsing Yi jumped on the railing and sat down, feeling very melancholy.
I thought that I had dominated the rivers and lakes in Yujiang for hundreds of years, and was a well-known hero in the entire Huangting Kingdom. I was able to call upon the wind and rain, and was full of guests. Why did I encounter obstacles everywhere when I arrived in this big Longquan County? Uncle, I've been too unlucky lately, haven't I? In the future, when I go out to urinate, will I accidentally splash some immortal and then be punched to death?
This is not in line with my expectation that I should kill everyone when I travel around the world!
The boy in Tsing Yi was crying and slapping the railing with both hands. He was so angry.
The girl in the pink skirt was on the first floor, helping to light the fire with the mountain god Wei Bo, and cooked a large vat of medicinal soup, the aroma was fragrant.
The medicinal materials in this large jar are not expensive, and if converted into silver, it would cost Wei Bo 80,000 taels of silver.
The poor learned literature and the rich learned martial arts. The ancients sincerely did not deceive me.
Of course, the vast majority of warriors in the world will definitely not spend as much money as Wei Bo, otherwise no matter how strong their family fortune is, they will be emptied out.
In the room on the second floor of the bamboo building, the old man glanced at the young man who was still in good spirits, "In addition to helping you completely relax, I will also temper your body and soul at the same time. As long as you persist to the end, you will be in the second realm." Breaking through the three realms is a matter of course. If you are lucky, it is not impossible to reach the fourth realm."
If you are lucky.
After Chen Ping'an heard this sentence, he felt that there was no chance.
The old man smiled and said: "From now on today, I will pay attention to the strength of each shot, so that you will not feel unbearable at the beginning, but in the end, you will experience the taste by yourself. ”
Chen Pingan had an ominous premonition.
The old man suppressed his smile, his mood suddenly calmed down, and he slowly assumed a simple and time-honored boxing stance, "When I was young, I liked to travel far and wide. I never carried magic weapons, only weapons. With a pair of fists, he beat all over the mountain and watched the heavenly master beat the spring drum! According to legend, in ancient times, the god of thunder drove the evil spirit and stirred up the evil spirits in the world."
The old man said with a calm expression. After one observation, I realized something and realized this style, which is called the Divine Man Beating the Drum Style!"
Chen Pingan listened carefully and did not dare to miss a word.
The reason is simple, hardship cannot be in vain!
The old man said sternly: "Kid, stand still, take ten punches first!"
There was a crisp sound of cracking firecrackers in the bamboo house.
The ten continuous punches hit ten places on Chen Pingan's body one after another. The force penetrated the Qi Palace, causing the Qi movement to be turbulent, like dust rising everywhere when a broom passed by.
After withdrawing his fist, the old man smiled strangely.
Chen Pingan, who was prepared for the worst, was a little surprised at first. He felt that the old man's punch was not heavy and he could withstand the blow.
Then in an instant, Chen Pingan suddenly started bleeding from all his orifices, fell to the ground, and began to roll.
Chen Pingan bit his lip to prevent himself from crying.
When I was practicing boxing, in addition to hearing from Zhu He that in the early stages of martial arts practice, drinking alcohol was not harmful to the body, I also heard many times that you should not fall in one breath. Chen Pingan finally knew some boxing principles, which he cherished very much. , still persists to this day. Even after hearing that Lin Shouyi knew about the great fortune in A Liang's wine pot, Chen Ping'an never regretted anything.
The old man watched the young man rolling around and sneered: "How?Does it taste good? The essence of this punch is that the power of the punch can be doubled and accumulated time after time. It is known as the indestructible Da Luo Jinxian. As long as you punch fast enough and often enough, it will break you to pieces! ”
After saying this, the old man looked a little dazed.
When he was at the peak of martial arts, he always wanted to know one thing.
If the Taoist Buddha was willing If you don’t fight back, how can you sustain hundreds of punches if you continue to do so?
The old man quickly came to his senses and explained: "Don't worry, I used these ten punches with skillful force. They did not hurt the body and skin, but only hit your soul. If you grit your teeth, you can probably get through it. ”
The young man rolled half a stick of incense on the ground, then sat on the ground and relied on the breathing skills taught by Old Man Yang and the luck method taught by A Liang. He stood up slowly, covered in sweat, like a drowned rat who had just landed.
The old man nodded and said with a smile: "It seems that ten punches are okay, so let's take fifteen punches." ”
After a while, Chen Pingan continued to roll on the ground, and this time he hit the foot of the wall, so that his head hit the wall without realizing it.
Chen Pingan lay on the ground with two sticks of incense. , couldn't even sit up, let alone stand up and say something harsh to the old man.
The old man watched the subtle changes in the qi in the young man's body, and continued: "Martial arts and martial arts are also great ways! Qigong practitioners always look down on pure martial artists. They only talk about martial arts but not martial arts. They think that martial arts can never reach the height of "Tao". I don't believe in evil! "
"I went to read hundreds of classics, and one day I read a passage. The page also described a graceful woman with an alluring appearance. The text said that this woman was a rain master. She cared about the common people, did not hesitate to transgress, violated the laws of heaven, and sent down the rain without authorization. Her golden body was detained on a altar to endure the pain day and night. In the edict issued by the Emperor of Heaven, there were the four words "it is your own fault". I immediately jumped up and yelled at you, you bastard! I couldn't calm down my anger, so I walked outside. It was raining heavily, and I punched the rain curtain upwards by ten feet! "
"So this punch of mine is called Yunzheng Daze style! "
The old man stood quietly beside the young man, stepped on Chen Pingan's abdomen, and sneered: "If you can't get up, just lie down!" I can still let you know the beauty of this punch! "
In Chen Ping'an's Qi Sea, there was a bang, as if an earth-shaking change was ushering in.
At that time, he followed Cui Dongshan back to Huangting Kingdom from the Sui Dynasty, passing by a large water The mist was rising, and it was very spectacular. From Cui Dongshan's eloquent words, I knew the Weiwei atmosphere called Yunzheng Daze. But the beauty was a beauty, and I withstood the old man's rapid stampede, and I experienced this picture in my body. It was full of ups and downs, and it was truly "wanting to die". The old man stepped on Chen Pingan's sea of qi in his lower Dantian, and it surged up. Chen Pingan felt that his liver and intestines were broken, and all his internal organs were about to be destroyed in the next moment.Spit out of throat.
Every time the water mist rises from the sea of qi in his body, Chen Pingan feels like he is being pulled up once. His body bounces off the ground, and then falls to the ground, and so on.
In the end, the old man seemed to find the bouncing boy very annoying, so he stepped down again, "Give it to me!"
Chen Ping'an was firmly planted on the ground by that kick. Above, the boy's limbs were twitching, his face was ferocious, and his eyes were cloudy.
I saw countless extremely tiny blood beads all over Chen Ping'an's body, slowly seeping out from the pores of his skin, and finally condensing into sheets.
The old man shouted angrily: "Chen Ping'an! Listen up! You have already found the breath that is the beginning of martial arts. Isn't it just for show?! What if people can't move? ? ! Only this breath can't stop falling!"
In his confusion, Chen Pingan vaguely heard the old man's roar, and almost instinctively spoke silently in his heart, which was considered to be giving orders. , let the mysterious energy of the fire dragon run by itself, and go wherever he wants, because he really can no longer control his body and limbs, and he can't control it with a single finger at the moment.
The old man lowered his head and looked attentively. In his sight, a qi machine no thicker than a silk thread, like a fire dragon, began to rush wildly through the meridians in the chest. He laughed and said: "Okay!"
The old man took back his foot, held it behind his back with one hand, and flicked his finger at Chen Pingan with the other hand, "I once watched the confrontation between the two armies on the top of the mountain. It was really exciting. It was like a dragon and an elephant fighting. The dragon is the most powerful in the water. Xiang is the most powerful person on the land, and that battle can be described as the best song in the battlefield! I have learned a punch for it, called the Iron Cavalry Chisel Formation!"
Every time the old man lightly snaps his fingers, Chen Ping'an will hit hard! A rib was broken.
This was the first time that Chen Pingan wailed out of pain.
Because the real pain is not only in the physical body, but also deep in the soul.
The child in green sitting on the railing outside the corridor was frightened and almost fell down. The girl in the pink skirt downstairs was so distraught that she suddenly squatted on the ground and hugged her head, not daring to listen anymore.
Finally, looking at the boy who had completely fainted, the old man walked towards the door of the house expressionlessly. After opening the door, he said to the shivering boy in green: "Take him downstairs and throw the medicine directly." You don't need to take off your clothes and sandals when soaking in the bucket. Don't underestimate the weight. For Chen Pingan at the moment, if he wants to stabilize his state, he can't touch them. Also, remember to tell that rosy-looking mountain god. , don’t add any miraculous medicine to it, otherwise I won’t care, but this kid’s suffering today will be in vain.”
After seeing the old man, he listened to the instructions, and the boy in green was frightened. I didn't dare to take the stairs at all, so I just jumped down. He only dared to let the girl in pink skirt move Chen Pingan. He himself did not dare to pass by the old man at all.
But when he got downstairs, after a unnecessary reminder to Wei Bo, he ran towards the girl in pink skirt outside the door without saying a word.The boy in Tsing Yi gritted his teeth, stepped out a little with his toes, and then a little more, and floated up to the second floor. He got ahead of her, walked into the house bravely, and carried the bloody Chen Ping'an on his back.
Put Chen Pingan carefully into the medicine bucket,
The girl in pink skirt with tears on her face asked softly: "God Wei Shan, is my master really okay?"
Wei Bo glanced at Chen Ping'an, who was unconscious, "If you can persevere to the end, you'll be fine. If you give up halfway, not only will you fall short of success, but I'm afraid it will leave many sequelae, such as being stuck in the second or third realm of martial arts for the rest of your life. , because the foundation is too strong, and trying to raise the level as a whole is like a child trying to lift a stone."
The girl in the pink skirt was a little confused.
The child in Tsing Yi walked out of the house alone and sat on a bamboo chair outside the house, holding his chin in his hands and staring blankly.
In the dusk, Chen Pingan, who had been soaked in the medicine bucket, looked like a poor man who had a nightmare and could not wake up. Even if he was sleeping, his breath was extremely chaotic. Now it has finally stabilized. The girl in the pink skirt. Standing on tiptoes, she lay on the bucket with sweat all over her face. She was afraid that the master would be hurt to death, that he would drown, and that he would not wake up after falling asleep. She kept her eyes wide open, but in fact she couldn't do it at all. What.
As night fell, the girl in pink skirt walked out of the first floor with some relief and sat on the bamboo chair next to the boy in green.
The two were silent for a long time, and the boy in green suddenly said softly: "Silly girl, I have decided, I really want to practice hard."
The girl in pink skirt was not interested. Gao, said feebly: "Why? Didn't you say that our cultivation only relies on talent? You also said that if you lie down, your realm will soar upwards."
The boy in green drooped his head for the first time in history. , "I don't want to go down the mountain every time and encounter a guy who can kill me with one punch."
The girl in the pink skirt found this difficult. But her master was already in such a miserable state today, and she was unwilling to hit the guy next to her again. After all, it was still the first month of the New Year.
He raised his head and raised his fist high, "I have to win over those guys. Only two punches can kill me!"
The girl in the pink skirt was a little awkward and always felt weird.
Aspirational? Something doesn't seem right. Short-sighted? It doesn't seem right either.
The boy in Tsing Yi encouraged himself, "I am such a heroic man who pays attention to the morality of the rivers and lakes. I don't want to meet those guys again and again, so I can only hide behind Chen Pingan. I'm so sorry." I want Chen Ping'an to know that I am really loyal and not just talking about it!"
This time the girl in the pink skirt extended a small fist sincerely. , waved gently and said: "Come on!"
Up to this moment, the kid in green who looked down on the fire python suddenly felt something in his heart. This silly girl is a little silly, but she is still quite cute. Likeable.
He suddenly regained his playful demeanor and asked with a mean smile: "Silly girl, have you thought about what you said last time?"What? Just be my little daughter-in-law. Come and get in bed together if you have nothing to do? Even if I don't like you very much now, the relationship between husband and wife in this world can be cultivated through the words of a matchmaker and the intimate marriage. As long as you like me, that's all, and sincerity will make a difference. One day, I will like you as much as you like me. You will be happy thinking about this, right? "
The girl in the pink skirt was about to cry, "You are shameless! I want to complain to the master! "
"Our master is sleeping, so he doesn't care about you. ”
The boy in green said cheerfully: “A big pie falls on your head from the sky, and you don’t even know how to catch it. Forget it, forget it, you are such a silly girl!” It's because Chen Pingan has never seen the world, so he treats you as a treasure. If it were me, I would give you a high-quality snake gallstone at most. "
The girl in pink skirt puffed up her cheeks and shouted angrily: "Please call me Master! "
The boy in Tsing Yi fell silent for a while, holding the back of his head with both hands, looking into the distance, and said softly: "Yes, Chen Pingan is our master. ”
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Chen Ping’an woke up in the middle of the night. He could walk without any problems, but the weather inside his body was miserable, but for some reason the broken ribs had been repaired. Of course, he has not recovered yet, but it is enough to show that the 80,000 taels that Wei Bohua spent was really not wasted. In fact, if it were someone else who bought it from Baofengzhai, he might not even be able to get the 160,000 taels. This is Beiyue Zhengshen's net worth.
Chen Pingan put on a new set of clothes and did not dare to walk out of the bamboo building. The girl in pink skirt moved a small bamboo chair considerately, and Chen Pingan was quiet near the threshold. Sitting.
He didn't say anything. He sat until the sun rose and practiced setting up the sword furnace, then got up and went to the small bed on the first floor to lie down and sleep.
That afternoon, the old man opened his eyes and stood up, saying in a deep voice: "Start practicing boxing. Today I will only temper your soul and let you get rid of the bad and keep the good. ”
Chen Pingan then opened his eyes and woke up, sighed, and walked silently to the second floor.
Then he was carried away from the second floor by a boy in Tsing Yi, and woke up again in the middle of the night. After coming over, he ate a meal. Even though he had no appetite at all, Chen Ping'an still swallowed it forcefully. Seeing that his master's hand holding the chopsticks kept shaking, after picking the dishes several times, they all fell back to the plate. The girl in the pink skirt suddenly His face was filled with tears.
The boy in green just buried his head in eating.
This time, Chen Pingan took a short break and sat at the door, practicing the sword stove with trembling hands. Go to bed soon.
For a whole ten days, he spent three days training his soul and one day beating his body.
Every time the old man makes a move, he will make sure that Chen Ping'an will be defeated again and again. They all suffered more than the day before, so there was no possibility of getting used to or adapting to the pain.
Chen Pingan became more and more silent, often not saying a word when he was awake all day long.
Occasionally, the girl in pink skirt asked something, or wanted to make her master happy. Chen Pingan would smile and shake his head at first, and then frown.The last time, his face was full of anger. Although it was obvious that Chen Ping'an was restraining himself, the boy in green and the girl in pink were frightened beyond measure.
At that time, Chen Pingan was hesitant to speak, his lips moved slightly, but he never said anything. He went to lie down on the bed and closed his eyes. He didn't know whether he was asleep or awake. It even made people feel that he was alive or alive. die.
The boy in Tsing Yi once tentatively asked Wei Bo how much pain Chen Pingan felt when he was beaten.
Wei Bo thought for a while and said that the pain Chen Pingan suffered on the first day was probably that of an ordinary ordinary person, who had his fingers chopped into pieces with a knife, and the bones and meat were chopped into meat sauce. kind, and you have to try to stay awake as much as possible. It got worse every day after that.
Only the first day.
After that, the boy in Tsing Yi never asked such questions again.
He began to practice.
Become more diligent than a girl in a pink skirt.
On this day, Chen Pingan was sitting on a bamboo chair in the night, leaning on the back of the chair. Wei Bo slowly walked over, stood beside him, and watched with him the stars hanging in the night sky. The bright moon.
Chen Pingan asked hoarsely: "Wei Bo, could you please help me ask why Master Ruan succeeded in making swords?"
Wei Bo couldn't laugh this time, just sighed. With a sound, he nodded and said: "I'll go and ask. It was agreed in advance that Ruan Qiong's sword-making this time will be his first move after leaving Fengxue Temple. He must take it very seriously, so Ruan Qiong probably doesn't want to be distracted. , may not be able to reply to me."
Chen Pingan said yes.
Chen Pingan no longer cares about spending money like water. In the first few days, he would keep accounts silently in his mind, but later he completely lost his mind.
Recently, the girl in pink skirt and the boy in Tsing Yi, intentionally or unintentionally, left Chen Pingan alone and did not disturb him.
When Chen Pingan stood up, he said softly: "Tell them for me, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, but sometimes I just couldn't help it."
Wei Bo asked Said: "Why don't you say it yourself?"
Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "I don't know why, it seems that just thinking about this matter makes me very tired. I'm afraid that if I say that, In other words, you won’t be able to hold on while practicing boxing tomorrow.”
Wei Bo nodded and said, “It’s a bit mysterious, but I can barely understand it. Don’t worry, I will help you and they will understand. ."
There are probably not many martial artists in the world who practice martial arts. It is normal to do it several times at a time, but it is definitely not many if they need to endure this kind of hardship continuously every day.
The old man stood quietly under the eaves of the second floor. After hearing the conversation between the two, he just smiled and turned back to sit down in the house.
Wei Bo couldn't fully understand it, which was normal, because the old man's punches were a kind of "god beating drum style" that kept accumulating, and it was a deeper and hidden tempering of the mind.
Tempering the body, cleansing the meridians, cutting the marrow and regenerating bones are the first steps to strengthen one’s courage and soul., is the second step. The real test is to tap the heart. The old man seems to be driving the sharp awl hard into the young man's heart again and again. You can imagine the feeling.
The old man is actually also surprised. First, the young man has not lost his mind yet. He is still gritting his teeth and refusing to say, "I won't practice boxing anymore." Second, the mystery of this bamboo building is truly wonderful.
Chen Pingan was lying on the bed. After rolling up the quilt, he curled up, facing the wall, and covered his mouth with one hand.
There was a whimpering sound between the fingers.
Another ten days.
In this ten-year period, the disasters suffered became even more tragic.
One of the old men asked Chen Pingan to peel and cramp the skin himself and do it himself!
One night, Chen Pingan, who was bandaged like a rice dumpling, was sitting on a bamboo chair. He suddenly stood up, swaying slightly, and walked towards the cliff outside the door.
He seemed to want to practice a pile walk that he had not practiced for a long time, but after one try, he had no choice but to give up.
Chen Pingan turned his head blankly and looked in the direction of the town, his lips trembling, wanting to cry.
He suddenly asked: "Wei Bo, I know you are nearby, can you bring me a bottle of wine?"
Wei Bo nodded, "I have it with me. ."
An unopened wine bottle fell slowly in front of Chen Pingan. After Chen Pingan reached out to catch it, he turned to look at the bamboo building, "Can you drink it?"
A sneer came from the second floor, "It's nothing to drink. If you have the ability, you can show off your arms with Taoist Buddha. That's how heroic you are!"
Chen Ping'an turned around, looking at the moon and stars. Facing the distant mountains and rivers to the south, he lowered his head and smelled the smell of wine.
He once carried a drunken old scholar on his back. The old man slapped him hard on the shoulder and shouted, "Young man wants to drink!"
The young man who had looked dull for a long time suddenly smiled. He became brilliant, took a sip of strong wine, coughed non-stop, raised the wine bottle high, and shouted with all his strength: "Drink, drink, practice boxing!"
After a while, the young man held back his breath. After a long time, he still couldn't help but choke on the big sip of strong wine and complained in a low voice: "The wine tastes really bad..."
But the young man still forced himself to take another big sip, While coughing, he said loudly: "The book says that a beauty gave me a golden sword, so why should I repay Ying Qiongyao! The wine is not good, but these words are so beautiful!"
The last boy Blushing for no apparent reason, maybe from the wine or from embarrassment, he gave a gentle feed into the distance.
The boy seemed to be quietly asking a certain girl he liked, as if to say, Hey, did you hear it?