In the past two days of boxing practice, the barefoot old man's attacks have become more and more fierce. Although Chen Pingan is no longer allowed to do the cruel act of peeling skin and cramping, he still punches Chen Pingan's body or soul in the style of a god beating a drum.
, accumulated layer by layer, really made Chen Pingan feel like dying.
The girls in pink skirts outside the bamboo building were eating melon seeds so absent-mindedly that they bit their lips without even realizing it. As for the little boy in green who was sitting on the edge of the cliff practicing meditation, his expression was solemn all the time. He had to rely on his innate strong physique to fight desperately.
He had to digest the high-quality snake gallstone in his belly, and he had to concentrate his mind and try not to be disturbed by the creepy noises in the bamboo house. Even the river snake himself didn't know that this was actually nothing more than a mental and physical exercise.
This great opportunity not only nourishes Qi but also refines Qi. The phenomenon of Qi in the body is like a flood hitting a pillar in a river, which can only be encountered but not sought after.
Occasionally, the girl in the pink skirt would feel restless and would reach out and stroke the bamboo building. Although the words written by the Confucian scholar Li Xisheng were not displayed on the wall of the bamboo building, she kept them all firmly in mind. The content of the words and even the outline of the strokes were clear.
, she couldn't bear to hear the wail of her master upstairs or the sound of banging against the wall, so she would force herself to silently recite poems and articles on the wall.
This is also spiritual practice.
Regarding snake gallstones, the more, the better. It is the treasure that all the dragons in the world dream of, but it also adheres to a potential rule of "one hundred million".
Wei Bo leaked the secret about this and explained the reason to the two little guys. The first high-quality snake gallstone that helped break through the realm can be digested by the mixed relics of the dragon genus in about one year. The fire python girl's constitution
It's not strong, it takes a little longer, maybe thirteen or four months. On the other hand, the child in Tsing Yi only needs more than half a year, but the second one is not so easy. It takes ten years of hard work to swallow, and the third one takes a hundred years.
The fourth stone is a long millennium, and the fifth stone takes ten thousand years! In fact, whether there is a fifth snake gallstone in excellent condition is of little significance. It is not the icing on the cake. At most, it is in the family treasure house.
Just a rare collection.
So before, the kid in Tsing Yi held three fine snake gallstones in his hands, and turned his head and began to covet ordinary snake gallstones. There is no guarantee that he will break through the realm, but he can accumulate cultivation over ten years and continuously consolidate the thickness of the current realm.
Isn't it beautiful to increase one's cultivation level? At that time, the little boy in Tsing Yi was thinking only of me, lying down and enjoying the blessings, basking in the sun every day, looking at the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and then my level would rise. How pleasant!
It wasn't until Chen Pingan practiced boxing in Zhulou that the boy in Tsing Yi changed his mind and immersed himself in training. For the Yujiang Water Snake, who has one muscle and one intestine, the idea is not complicated. He doesn't want to punch everyone to death.
, and I don’t want to be surpassed by Chen Ping’an, a mud-legged man. How shameless would that be?
The world is big and we, the heroes in the world, have the greatest face!
In the bamboo building, the barefoot old man crossed his arms and looked down at the young man curled up on the ground. The muscles all over his body were in pain and made the sound of popping beans. The old man had previously hit Chen Ping'an with twenty-eight punches like a god beating the drum.
On the gates of the eighteen qi mansions, Chen Ping'an was shown in a bleak state of dying.
The old man sneered: "It's only twenty-eight punches. It's like a dead person. It's really unsightly! If you can't withstand thirty punches, these three realms are not the strongest in the world!"
Chen Ping'an, who was covered in bloody odor, didn't even bother to talk back. He relied on the breathing skills taught by Old Man Yang, as well as the fire-dragon-like Qi he found in his body, plus what A Liang said was "fumbled out by countless sword immortals."
"The Eighteen Stops of Luck Technique, and the three of them together allowed me to grit my teeth and withstand the old man's twenty-eight punches.
The old man kicked out and hit Chen Pingan in the back. Chen Pingan hit the wall and fell heavily to the ground. The air sea that had finally stabilized was in vain and made trouble again. Chen Pingan was lying on the ground.
It's like having epilepsy.
The old man laughed and said: "What does a pure martial artist rely on to stand on the top of the mountains? Just rely on one breath to kill those Qi practitioners who can borrow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at will! If you take a breath like this,
You have lost the ability to punch because of a small pain, and you still want to curl up to heal your wounds and take a breath? Will the person you punch give you this chance? So the breath you Chen Ping'an has accumulated is not enough!"
A little pain.
Chen Pingan, whose face was covered in blood, could not say a word to refute.
Although the old man has a vicious mouth and is extremely sarcastic, a martial arts master who has had a life-and-death battle with the old man, or a mountain god who was seriously injured and died at the hands of the old man, will definitely find it incredible. In addition to his boxing skills, the old man can reach the sky.
Besides, he is famous for having his eyes higher than his head.
At his peak, as the only ten-level martial artist in the East Aquarius Continent, he could travel across three continents with only a physical body and a pair of fists! Before punching, the old man did not tell his name, nor did he tell his identity after punching.
Come and go in a hurry, leave after a fight, accidentally kill someone, disciples and disciples have the courage and ability, just seek revenge on him, let you be surrounded by ten people for hundreds of years, let your magic weapons come out one after another
After all, he took it all with his fists!
At that time, Sanzhou only knew about this unknown god with an eccentric temperament. He rarely showed respect to his defeated opponents. Even if he was a well-matched opponent, the old man would not take him seriously, and he never had the slightest idea of ​​accepting a disciple.
There is a lot of mystery in this down-and-out Mangosteen House. The old man surnamed Cui can stay awake for an hour every day. Now, as he returns to the top step by step, he can keep his mind clear half the time. The grandfather of Cui Han, the Grand Master of Da Li, has been able to stay awake for an hour since his peak.
After hitting rock bottom, I had completely lost my goodwill towards my family. Back then, because of my grandson’s incident, I was heartbroken by the gang of stooges in the family, and I no longer had any love at all. Now that I have arrived at Luolu Mountain, I stay in the bamboo house every day, and from time to time
Standing on the second floor and overlooking the mountains and rivers, the old man began to like such a pure place. It was not just that the Bamboo House was his own blessed place.
Wei Bo walked outside the bamboo building and happened to hear the old man roaring, "Chen Ping'an, why don't you just lie down! You have to get up if you can't stand up!"
"Do you know that I have traveled far and wide in my life, killed countless people with my punches, and who is the only person I respect?!"
"It's an eighth-level warrior whose name I have forgotten now. When this person was about to die, I stepped on his face. Before he died, the eighth-level warrior tried his best to raise his fist and gave me the last words of his life.
Even if that punch is so weak that it is worse than a child and a woman, that punch is a punch that all ten realm warriors in the world, and even the legendary eleventh realm martial god, must respect and admire!"
"That punch is the true will of our warriors!"
There were violent banging sounds. It was obvious that after finally getting up, Chen Pingan was hit against the wall again and again.
"Chen Pingan, come again! This little pain is nothing. If you are a master, just stand up and take another punch..."
The old man was quiet for a moment, and then suddenly became angry and cursed. Many of the curse words were actually learned from the boy in Mud Bottle Alley.
It turned out that Chen Pingan's heartstrings were almost broken.
Too much is not enough.
Chen Pingan was unwilling to admit defeat. Not only did he rely on his words to hold on, he even used his ethereal "heart energy" unintentionally. Then after being punched away by the old man, his heart energy also dropped. It was a real thin line between life and death. This is also
It was the first time the old man had an accident after teaching boxing.
The old man who spoke so reluctantly had already knelt down and quickly covered the young man's heart with his palm. Looking down, he saw the young man's dark face twisted in pain, and the young man's arm on his chest with clenched fists.
It is a subconscious and instinctive action.
The old man stretched out his other hand and gently held the boy's fist, which had cracked skin and exposed bones. He showed a kind look for the first time and said with a soft smile: "Boy, that's good. The punch should be in the low place where it is real, and the punch should be high in the empty place.
At this point, the boxing skills are deep in your heart, and you have reached the true martial arts."
But at this moment, whether in a dream or in confusion, Chen Pingan muttered curse words.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled instead of getting angry, "You bastard."
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The next day, Chen Pingan was punched twenty-nine times before he passed out.
The first thing after waking up, Chen Ping'an walked to the second floor with difficulty and asked, "Will I be beaten to death by you next time with thirty punches?"
The old man opened his eyes in the room and said, "No."
Then Chen Ping'an stood under the eaves of the second floor and began to curse. Gu Can's mother was once known as the number one curser in the town. She cursed her so much that even Granny Ma of Xinghua Lane had to go home to learn from her experience. After learning the lesson, she still cursed many times.
The battles have been repeatedly defeated. As a guy who often listens to scolding battles, Chen Ping'an is so influenced by it that if he really wants to open up and scold, his skills are certainly not bad.
After boxing practice starts tomorrow, there will definitely be no chance to curse.
I’ll scold you first before talking about it today.
Anyway, he has eaten all the hardships he should have suffered and the sins he should not have suffered. The old guy can't beat himself to death, so what does Chen Ping'an fear?
If he didn't scold him, Chen Ping'an would be really afraid of suffocating himself to death. Before he can achieve great results in his boxing practice, he would make himself angry to death first. This won't work!
The old man didn't care at all.
In fact this is a good thing.
Because this is precisely the important meaning of practicing boxing.
The boy in Mud Bottle Alley has accumulated too many emotional impurities, just like the rubbish that Chen Ping'an swept away bit by bit at the foot of the wall. No more, no less, no harm to his mood, because "out of sight, out of mind", but
Once the martial arts climbs in the future and continues to climb higher, then this flaw will continue to be magnified. At the second and third realms, the old man uses various boxing techniques and magical powers to hammer and beat it, and it can be eliminated relatively easily. If you reach the martial arts master between the sixth and seventh realms,
The threshold, or the chasm between ninety and ten, if you want to go back and clear it, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
But the old man was not a clay Bodhisattva. He couldn't stand the endless curse words. He shouted angrily: "Get out of here! If you talk nonsense again, I'll beat you to death now."
Chen Pingan left with a smile and was very satisfied.
The old man laughed and cursed in a low voice in the room: "She looks exactly like him when he was a child."
Having said this, the old man looked a little dazed.
When you were a child, was it true that you, your grandfather, were too harsh and ruthless towards Wei Qian, and too overly encouraging?
The third sage of Confucianism once had a wise saying that has been passed down to the world: "In the beginning, human beings are inherently good by nature. Their natures are similar, but their habits are far apart."
The old man sighed.
He had personally experienced the thrilling March-Four struggle, and the outcome was what it is now. This was because the old man was not involved deeply.
To be continued...