After six or seven days, Tiezhongtang made another effort to come to Huchao Pavilion. The door was closed and there was no one around, so he had to go to Lingzi Building to inquire about Yun Zhong's traces.

Although I know that there are not many people in the city who buy swords, it is still a business in Gangzhong. Yun Zhong has never been concerned about it and Tiezhongtang is unwilling to say anything. However, for most of the past six months, it has never been completed, which is a bit unreasonable.

Today, a man came to the door. It was obviously a good time to do business at midnight. The door was closed and he had to smack his lips and go to Lingzi Building to inquire.

The waiter was quite respectful to the leader of the Boyu Gang. Seeing the latter stepping into the door, he immediately told the boy's whereabouts, saying that for several days, Yun Zhong went out to learn boxing with Ling Tengqi, and his whereabouts were uncertain, but most of them were

It was practicing in the bamboo sea behind the building, so you might as well go to the bamboo forest to take a look. If there was no one, you had to wait for the two of you to return late at night before discussing.

Today, Tiezhongtang has a good fortune. When it happened to be in the bamboo forest, I heard the sound of bamboo and wood falling down. I hurried to look at it, but found that Yun Zhong was covered in bulges and punched the bamboo and wood in front of him, and blood was flowing from the tip of his fist.

His face was ferocious, and the old bamboos were thick and thin in front of him, which were blown up one after another, bringing up blood flowers.

"Since you are here, why bother to stop outside the bamboo forest? Wouldn't it be better to go forward and talk?"

The old man poured the wine pot on his hand in the distance, but no drop of wine flowed out. Bored frowned, and then waved to the shocked black-faced man and signaled the latter to step forward. It was hard to tell whether it was the man holding the man in his hand.

The jar of wine still needs to take advantage of some of the side.

When Tiezhongtang approached, I found that most of the objects wrapped around the boy were heavy objects such as cold iron. Most of the good knives in Huchao Pavilion were cast from this object, which was the most heavy.

A man who is not as powerful as a cow cannot use it freely, but the young man is covered in cold iron on his back. When he punches, his steps are a little staggering.

"If you continue practicing like this, Brother Yun's body may not be able to bear it. After all, it is because of the meridians and the internal energy cannot be circulated freely. Is Mr. Ling's actions a little bit helping to grow and too eager to achieve success?" The man was shocked.

I was cold and iron. Even when I was practicing boxing, I never cared it. At most, I just wrapped iron sand around my forearms and feet. I have never seen such a desperate way of practicing boxing.

The boy was shaking, moving his fists, adding a bit of staggering.

"What's the rush to achieve success?" The old man didn't care at all. He took the wine jar from the man who beat him, happily patted the Ni Feng and smiled, "My internal martial arts should be built when I was young.

At the least, you have to practice the muscles on your body as copper and iron as before you can get started. Yun Xiaozi's body is still quite good, but he is still a little inferior. He is far from reaching the threshold of my internal martial arts. He practices more vigorously.

, I have good medicine to cure striking, twisting and striking in my residence, and I can practice it with the best practice."

The sound of hitting bamboo is not that Yun Zhong's fist is strong, but the cold iron in his arms is extremely heavy. Even when he is swinging, he can break countless bamboos and woods, but sweat is poured on his forehead like a spring.

It is clear that the cold wind in early spring cannot blow cold sweat. Sweat flows from the hem of the cuffs, and it is constantly flowing.

Tiezhongtang knew that Ling Tengqi did not lie. The disciple who had already become the emperor, when a young man was learning boxing, Tiezhongtang had also seen it twice, carrying a mountain climbing with a height of nearly one person on his back.

When the method of fighting for life was almost done, the man's hair stood up and he didn't dare to go and watch it again for a long time.

"The world's practice is nothing more than seeking a state of mind. The more internal energy, the more brilliant the magical powers are, the more convenient and profitable they are. But most of them forget it." Ling Tengqi was satisfied and tasted the wine and looked at him.

The young man's back was quite applauded, "In fact, the body is the same as the realm. It cannot be held back and cannot be held back, and it will be injured and killed when touched. Even if this person has the magical power of splashing the sky, he will not be considered a master.

The master of this, I will first sharpen my body and then take the rituals to nourish my body. If the cycle of heaven is circulated, it will have endless wonderful uses.”

"According to legend, there were Yellow Turbans in ancient times, and they were enough to move around with just one body. They moved mountains and shook tides, blocked rivers and blocked mountains, and there were also records in ancient books that had predecessors who had only relied on their own strength to have a Buddha of a hundred feet in size.

Holding the tower with one hand between the palm and finger, walking vigorously like flying, is really fascinating. I am far from being able to reach such a state, but at least it can make people very resistant to beating. If you practice this inner martial arts to the top, you will be beaten up.

It is probably no problem for people in the five realms to take action in two moves."

Tiezhongtang seemed to understand, and looked at the boy's back, "Brother Yun came to learn boxing. Are you satisfied?"

"Of course, I have a less talent and a better temper." The old man nodded.

"Why would you dare to ask the old man Ling when he was young? "Tie Zhongtang was stunned for a moment and asked.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the old man looked up and down at Tiezhongtang for a long time, but he answered the question irrelevantly, "I have poor talent, diligence and luck, but my mind is poor, and I don't know what to ask or what not to ask, that's better.

Born to be deaf and dumb.”

Tiezhongtang wanted to ask something, but the old man was so glaring at him that he swallowed his words back into his throat.

"Although the world is big, there are very few who have broken through the extreme realm. Where can I go to find the five realms to practice. What's more, what can I do if I encounter the five realms now? Could it be that I will go forward and die?"

It was not until Yun Zhong interrupted all the bamboo forests that the old man said something quietly.

The boy sat down, trembling with his hands, took off the cold iron all over his body, twisted his shoulders, and then realized that the numb fists were already covered in blood and blood. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. He rested for a long time before he could barely stand up, and stepped forward stiffly.

Ling Tengqi bowed his body and bowed.

"It's so careless, I'm at your age, I can discount a hundred huge trees with a bowl thickness in noon, and it's no problem to open a monument and crack a stone." Ling Tengqi waved his hand, then took out two packs of herbs from the side and threw them away.

On the boy's hand, "Grind the herb into powder and apply it to the injured area. Cook the rest on low heat. Take it one day and take it one night. It will be cured in two days."

The boy took the medicine bag, "Then for two days of recuperation, how should I learn boxing for younger generations?"

The old man curled his lips angrily and said, "Isn't you stupid when practicing boxing? Today I use boxing, tomorrow I use palms. If the palms are also insulting, I will practice footsteps the day after tomorrow, and practice them all over again, otherwise you can freely.

at home?"

The boy grinned and said goodbye with Tiezhongtang.

From the early days of the sky, I was working on bamboo to noon, not to mention carrying a very heavy cold iron, Yun Zhong was now a little hard to take. Huchao Pavilion, which was originally enough to reach within a dozen breaths, left today.

Two cups of tea, the feet were like pouring lead and iron. When I was lifting, the big tendons hurt, as if they were torn apart, and they were exhausted. I saw Tiezhongtang staggering, so I went forward to support it, and then I barely moved to the lake.

Sit down slowly in Chaoge.

"I'm trying so hard, that's all." The man sighed, poured the wine that had left the jar into two pots, handed it to the young man one, and held the wine pot and looked around to see the swords around him.

"You have to find something to do to suppress your anxiety. Thinking about everything in your spare time is very tiring." The boy struggled to hold up the wine pot, and quickly fed the wine, and took out a date from the brocade box in his arms.

The elixir was held in the mouth, but he immediately smiled bitterly and spit out the elixir.

In the early years, this jujube-colored pill could indeed suppress the pain of the mid-autumn lake. However, the times have changed and they have no effect. But for peace of mind, now in your mouth, it has never been able to get rid of the pain.

, he had to frown and carry it.

Tiezhongtang looked back at the teenager's miserable appearance. For no reason, it was a little funny. He cursed, "I am here to help Anxin be a rudder leader, it is not embarrassing. Go out in my spare time to see the scenery of spring. In my busy seasons,

Check the books, I will ask you to drink and chat every now and then, and I have to mess with you so hard that you are not human, ghost, and you are full of blood and alcohol. If you say that you are probably going to be possessed by the evil spirit, your mind will be filled with internal energy.

For such stupid virtues.”

The boy exhausted all his energy and swallowed all the wine in the pot in one mouthful. The autumn lake suddenly rose in his abdomen, shattering countless meridians that had collapsed and decayed like weeds, and then absorbed them into the sword body, just like an old spider spitting silk to fill the meridians.

Every time this season, the numbness and itching are the most severe, and the cycle is repeated. After the pain of scraping the bones, it will cause piercing and itchyness, and it cannot be resolved. The joints of the body are trembling, and the teeth are tightly clenched, and it will be relieved after a long time.

A little, a miserable smile.

"A few years later, Brother Tie said this, which is most appropriate for me. Who is willing to practice hard? Besides, after practicing, it may not necessarily be able to break the realm. How many beautiful people are trapped in front of the five realms, and are more diligent than me

, his talent is even better, but he still can't be famous in the history books in the end?"

"But I have seen mountains and rivers flowing eastward, how can I still sit in the well?" The boy gritted his teeth and said this, and the Mid-Autumn Lake in the belly flew into the air again, storming the meridians all over his body, but the boy actually laughed out loud.

"What's more, I can't be useless. There is a very good girl on the mountain. I have to help her relieve her misfortune. There is a very good master and a few very good senior brothers. I won't mention covering up the storm of the world for them.

At least you can't hold back, right?"

The black-faced man looked at the harsh and cruel smile on the boy's face, but for a moment he couldn't see through the person in front of him.

It is clearly a leisurely cloud and wild crane, a lazy person who just live by, a scattered boy on the mountain, and he likes to steal half a day of leisure, parade through the streets and alleys, sleepy and drunkenness, but the current suffering is mostly caused by others, most of the troubles he has suffered

No mind.

But the boy still held up the empty wine pot and asked the man to add wine with a grim smile.

One pot after another, one jar after another.

It flows down the neck, blending with the cold and cold of the whole body and sweat, and blood flows into the cuffs.

It is such a lazy and kind young boy. No one knows how much suffering he has suffered recently, and no one knows how many times the unsatisfactory wine in the attic of Lake Chao. How many times the boy has suffered from the unbearable pain of others who have cut off their bones and tendons.
Chapter completed!