Chapter 5: Constant

It is difficult to live without supervision.

After Cheng Qiong left, Wei Yan still insisted on training, from horse stance to push-ups, to sandbags, climbing stone steps, balls, tumblers... he didn't fall anyway.

Whenever he reaches the critical moment of his limit, he always silently warns himself in his heart, "You must defeat yourself, you must. For the sake of your father, for yourself, you must!"

Occasionally, he would have the idea of ​​being lazy and relaxing. After all, he is the only one left now, and Wuqing is not as strict as Cheng Qiong. After all, he is still a ten-year-old child now.

However, the idea was strangled by Wei Yan from the beginning, and he never thought so again since then.

In the room, he was carefully looking at the book left by Cheng Qiong. The book was not too thick, but it was Cheng Qiong's lifelong experience. When Wei Yan was in the palace, two people taught him to read and read. In addition, Cheng Qiong often taught him when he was there, so now he can read alone and appreciate the profound meaning.

After savoring it carefully, he placed the book under the pillow again.

I came to the training ground alone again.

After looking at the spring, he started stance and time passed by step. Wei Yan still did not relax.

"Today must be more than yesterday, certain." Thinking of this, Wei Yan paused all over and became energetic again. The beads of sweat as big as beans were flowing down like rain.

"By defeat yourself and challenge the limits!"

Thinking about his eldest brother, his second brother, and his father who made him full of energy, he bit his teeth and made him ring.

Finally, he smiled.

Then he took off his clothes and washed it in the spring. When he recovered, he started push-up training again.

From both arms to one arm, to the present four fingers, perhaps only he himself knows the efforts he has put in.

"one hundred"

“…”

"two hundred"

“…”

He counted silently.

Perseverance can always be reflected at the most critical moment.

"Yan'er" then heard a familiar voice.

"Grandpa Wuqing, why are you here again?" Wei Yan counted for the last time and stood up and said.

"You train so hard all day long, don't you know you're tired. If you want me to tell me that General Cheng is gone, you'd better not work so hard." Wuqing said earnestly out of care for Yan'er.

"No," Wei Yan replied firmly, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

Since Cheng Qiong left, Wuqing has dissuaded him many times, but every time he was rejected by Wei Yan with a firm look. This time, he followed the usual routine and Wuqing sighed and left.

Wei Yan looked at the back of Wuqing Grandpa who was leaving and laughed softly a few times.

The starry sky at night was very bright. After Wei Yan came out of Wuqing's grandfather's room, he sat alone on the stone bench.

Suddenly he missed his father a little.

To this day, he clearly remembers the scene when he was seven years old, when his father accompanied him to count the stars in the sky, one, two...

Thinking of this, Wei Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"What is his father doing now? Are you also looking at the stars in the sky and thinking of Yan'er?" Wei Yan said to himself, his expression on his face was ever-changing.

At this moment, a meteor flashed from south to north in the night sky, as if he was escaping his life. Wei Yan raised his head violently, and his eyes showed a look of surprise.

"The father often said that if you make a wish to the meteor in the sky, you will get what you want." Thinking of this, Wei Yan's eyes flashed, he told the secret in his heart.

At this moment, a group of meteors appeared inexplicably in the south of the night sky.

Wei Yan's face was filled with excitement, as if the wish he made was immediately realized.

"What is that?" Wei Yan said in surprise.

A dazzling light from the meteor flew towards Wei Yan's eyes. Wei Yan subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the sky was as calm as water.

Wei Yan rubbed his eyes and recalled the scene just now, an inexplicable feeling arose.

The next day, when he came to the training ground next to the hot spring again, the spring water was nearly one-fifth less than usual. Wei Yan took a few glances but didn't care much, so he started exercising again.

He did three things like stance, doing push-ups, and hitting sandbags. Wei Yan couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"What's going on? He was already sweating profusely after all these three times, but today he seemed to have no feeling of fatigue." Thinking of this, Wei Yan couldn't help but look at his body carefully. "No change, it's the same as before. Maybe this is the result after breaking through the limit." Thinking of this, Wei Yan couldn't help but smile, and he didn't think about anything more.

With a hook on his toes, Wei Yan caught the ball. At this time, he couldn't help but remember what his master said, "The way of heaven and earth uses the two energys of yin and yang to create all things. Heaven and earth, sun and moon, thunder and lightning, wind and rain, as well as male and female, hardness and softness, movement and stillness, and everything is divided into yin and yang..."

Thinking of Wei Yan's eyes gathered together and he began to dance.

At this time, the ball seemed to be integrated into Wei Yan's consciousness, from the left arm to the right arm, to the top of his head, and then to the waist. After this series of movements, Wei Yan still danced with concentration without stopping. Gradually, his movements became faster, and the ball seemed to have spirituality and rolled back and forth with Wei Yan's various postures.

Suddenly Wei Yan opened his eyes, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

After a few moves, the ball had already run to the ground, but why didn’t it today?

In the next few days, Wei Yan found that his kung fu had improved a lot, as if he had helped him.

During this period, his appetite gradually increased, as if he was an adult, and his body gradually became burly.

Wuqing is not very surprised by this. With such high-intensity training, the appetite will inevitably increase.

On this day, when he came to the training ground next to the hot spring again, he was shocked. He saw that the hot spring had dried up.

Wei Yan was stunned for a moment, looking at the stone exposed to the water for a long time but couldn't recover. Since he was practicing martial arts, he would always soak here for half an hour when he was exhausted, but now it has dried up, which makes him somewhat sad.

After a long time, Wei Yan barely cheered up and started practicing.

...

The gears of time turned again, and two more years passed, and Wei Yan was already twelve years old at this time. The twelve-year-old Wei Yan was already 1.7 meters tall, which surprised Wuqing.

Whether in terms of physique or his words and behavior, it is no different from that of adults.

"The martial arts skills in the world are exactly the same. People who learn martial arts must not be greedy for too many things. If you want to achieve something, you must be patient and truly understand the mystery." This is what Wei Yan saw in the book left by Cheng Qiong. This passage also focused on the description, which is obviously Cheng Qiong's life experience.

Thinking of Wei Yan's eyes rolling, he felt a little murmur.

"What kind of martial arts should I learn?" This question has been confusing Wei Yan. After thinking about it, he still couldn't make a choice.

"It seems that we can only ask Master Cheng Qiong for advice." After making up our minds, Wei Yan came to Wuqing Grandpa and expressed his thoughts one by one.

"This won't work." Wurong refused firmly, and Wei Yan seemed to see a hint of worry in his eyes.

"No, I must go." Wei Yan returned in the same tone.

Wuqing has no research on the martial arts learned by ordinary people. If he went back to the past, Wuqing would definitely not have done so. I remember that he had reached the fifth level of the Divine Movement Period in the Mortal Period. Unfortunately, in the end, for a woman, he ended up like this today.

A mistake turns into eternal regret, and the road to cultivation is like this! If it weren't for the pleasant climate of Spring Valley and the support of the magic medicine, Wurong would have been dead long ago!

At this moment, Wuqing coughed a few times and his whole body became much haggard. Wei Yan looked at him and couldn't help but hesitate in his heart, "If I leave, what if Wuqing grandfather has any mistakes? What should I do?" Thinking of this, Wei Yan had to push the matter backwards.

"I won't go." Wei Yan returned in a silence.
Chapter completed!