"I'll go!" A little man on the side rushed into the inner room with clever rushing into the inner room soon. Soon, he took a wooden grid with many small grids inside, and each grid had different snacks.

What are chicken feet, melon seeds, grapes, chestnuts, wheat candies, etc., and in this season and in this environment, you can still eat these good things.

It can be seen that Old Man Zheng’s life is not ordinary.

He picked up a chicken claw and chewed his claw heart.

“It’s a little salty.”

"Okay, I'll talk about this carefully, the reason."

He slowly took a long time, put down his chicken feet and licked his lips.

"Why, this..."

He looked at the circle of people around him waiting for him to speak.

"Why? I don't practice martial arts anymore? I can grow strength by just bragging? I can do it one by one, right?!"

"Go and go! Keep it going! Work hard day and night, and you won't regret it when you use it!"

He picked up a willow branch behind the back of the chair and sucked it at the few people.

The willow branches crackled, making the men grin and dispersed.

Only Wei He was left alone.

"Okay, now, let's continue. Where did you say just now?" Old Man Zheng grabbed his hair.

"When it comes to the difference between us and ordinary people," Wei He quickly continued.

"Well, yes, it's here." The old man was slowly and hard, making people want to slap him.

He took a long breath and then slowly vomited it out.

"Why do we practice martial arts? Isn't it just to be able to beat others, right?"

"Yes, yes." Wei He nodded. He was also very curious at this time. The martial arts of this world were still the same as he did in his previous life.

In his previous life, China's martial arts continued to weaken because it could not keep up with the times, and was easily defeated by a group of practicing Sanda.

Undefeated.

If we say that Chinese martial arts cannot be played from ancient times to the present, Wei He doesn't believe it. After all, there are endless masters emerging from all dynasties and generations. Among the vast tens of billions of people, there are always people who study hard and practice hard, and it is impossible that they are all garbage.

Why can't you beat Sanda? I guess the biggest possibility is that you are self-confidence and lack actual combat.

So he was also very curious about what martial arts in this world looked like.

Old Man Zheng was delayed for a while and finally stopped keeping him.

"What we practice martial arts is to beat people. If we can beat people, our goal of practicing martial arts is achieved.

Therefore, martial arts is to practice the skill of using various methods to defeat others and kill others."

He concluded.

"I don't know what others think, anyway, this is the basis for my return to the mountain boxing."

Old Man Zheng touched his beard: "And the most fundamental thing that can beat others is actually depends on who has strong strength, who is faster, who can beat accurately, and who can resist more!"

"Master's great insight! Only veteran masters like you can summarize this kind of insight." Wei He quickly praised.

Old Man Zheng smiled, "The reason is very simple, but how can I make myself stronger, faster, more accurate, and more able to resist? This is what I have learned.

We practice martial arts for this purpose. But..."

His voice changed.

"It is impossible for people to be well-versed." It is said that old man Zheng became a scholar when he was young, and his words were different from others.

He sighed.

"Human energy is extremely limited, and talent is not possible to take care of everything. Therefore, it is already very good to be able to practice one direction to be effective."

He looked at Wei He.

"I go back to the mountain fist and practice both hands and fists."

"Rich people can use good gloves to enhance fist attack and protection. But you don't have money." Old man Zheng said lazily.

"So, practice, practice hard and strengthen your fists, and then hit people with great strength."

He stood up and pointed to a tall man with a dull face.

"Zhao Hong, you are responsible for taking your junior brother. Let him practice his strength first."

"Oh..." the man answered honestly.

Wei He looked at the man and compared his body shape with the others around him. He felt that Zhao Hong might be quite strong.

"My junior brother, my name is Zhao Hong. I am senior brother. I will teach you how to practice strength first. However, this training requires eating meat, so you have to find a way to make up for the food first."

"I understand!" Wei He nodded seriously. "By the way, senior brother, I don't know, have you ever heard of an expert in internal training?"

"Internal practice? What internal practice? I don't know." Zhao Hong shook his head, and could tell that this person was just an honest personality.

He is tall, strong, honest and obedient. He is probably also a person who is often ordered in this yard.

"You just came today, so I will follow me to practice lifting stones."

"Raising the stone?" Wei He felt a little tricky. After paying so much money, he was just being pulled to lift the stone?

"Yes, but this is also a skill. When you lift it, you should be slow and slow. At the same time, I have a little trick to go back to the mountain boxing, and you must remember it."

Zhao Hong led Wei He seriously to a corner where stones were piled with large and small.

"This method is to have a body like a floating willow, light like the wind, and your feet must be rooted and moved." Zhao Hong recited a rumor.

"..." Wei He was speechless. This mantra seemed a little different from what he imagined.

"Practice first." Zhao Hong took a stone, which was about the same width as his body, and then hugged it in the middle of his arm, and at least a hundred kilograms of large stone, in his hand, it floated up and down gently.

But although his upper body was moving, his feet seemed to have taken root and were fixed in place.

Wei He seemed to understand a little.

"This is training?" he asked.

"This is just to find the right stone for yourself." Zhao Hong explained, "This practice is followed by practicing moves, grinding skin, and then stepping, and finally practical battles. You have to practice thick qi and blood, and break the wooden stake with both hands without pain. It's almost time to take the next step."

"Senior Brother, this qi and blood are heavy, what are the signs of division? How can I judge the level of my qi and blood?" Wei He asked carefully.

"There are several levels of my Huishan Fist, namely cowhide, stone skin, and iron skin. It refers to the effect that your fist can achieve. You can try it in the future. As long as you reach cowhide, your qi and blood will be enough." Zhao Hong introduced.

"I understand." Wei He nodded, "So when will it start?"

"It's OK now." Zhao Hong didn't take any care of his eyes.

Without saying a word, Wei He stepped forward and picked a stone with the help of Zhao Hong.

After practicing for an afternoon, he soon felt sore and weak all over, but it appeared in a magical time.

In addition to Professor Huishanquan, Old Man Zheng also provides a special medicine soup called Xiaowan Decoction.

Anyone who pays the money can get it, one bowl a day.

Zhao Hong brought him a bowl and after drinking it, Wei He actually lost all the pain the next morning.

He immediately realized that although this world seems to be similar to his previous life, it must have its own unique features in details.

This time, Old Man Zheng from Shanquan was able to make a living by teaching others. He was so famous and so expensive, so he must be outstanding.

After all, this year's tuition fee is equivalent to the full expenses of a family of three in a year.

The world is not good now, and silver is not as valuable as before, and prices soar, but the old man is still living a very comfortable life, which shows his ability to make money.

From this day on, Wei He practiced hard with Zhao Hong every day, taking a day off every three days. During this holiday, he continued to do homework for the young masters and ladies, and secretly learned to learn to read.

While making money, spending money, there is still a balance back and forth.

And the second sister Wei Ying simply lived in a house near Old Man Zheng.

The house is owned by Old Man Zheng, and for the sake of not having a salary, he lived there for free.

Although it is a bit broken, it is better than being harassed by Chen Biao and the other two.

Everything was temporarily settled, and Wei He devoted himself to practicing hard.

For Chen Biao and the other three, he would not have the strength to deal with them in a short period of time, but it doesn’t matter.

There is ample time.

Days pass by day.

Wei He also started practicing hard day by day. Every day before dawn, he got up and worked hard to make his muscles and bones.

Although Old Man Zheng also provided food, he still prepared an extra meat patty for himself and ate a little after exercise.

To ensure that the daily physical growth is a large demand, and at the same time, it also needs to provide additional nutrition to the Breaking Bead.

A lot of money was spent, and as time changed, Wei He's body became stronger and stronger.

The Breaking Realm Bead on his chest gradually turned black, but it still did not reach the pure black that could be used.
To be continued...