Han Aotian's thoughts are also Han Ding's. The only difference is that Han Aotian hopes to return to the Han family so that Han Ding can get more training resources, while Han Ding wants to save his father's face and hopes that he can have a better life.
Good healing environment.
Therefore, Han Ding's practice was particularly strenuous. That night, he stayed up all night and was immersed in the practice of Shadowless Fist.
After practicing for a whole night, Han Ding gained a deeper understanding of Shadowless Fist. He had already touched the essence of this boxing technique. By the early morning of the next day, he could already create 6 shadows of the fist. He could draw inferences from one instance and draw inferences from others.
It is impossible to describe his talent in martial arts. Zhou Hao, who was hiding in his body, was dumbfounded when he saw it.
Genius, oh no, should be said to be a monster! Although Zhou Hao has existed in this world for tens of thousands of years, he has never seen such a terrifying monster. Even if the old master is reincarnated, I am afraid it will be nothing more than this.
After channeling the veins, Han Dingfu's soul is one thing; he has absorbed the power of the Lord God in the Demon Sealing Immortal Crystal, and he has strong self-confidence and possessiveness; well, anyone who can give out the omen of the holy veins is a rare one in a thousand years.
This is also one aspect of the prodigy he has seen... and the most important thing is that this kid's concentration is also one of the important factors. In this world, there are a few people who can be like him, as long as they are immersed in martial arts.
In it, you can devote yourself to it wholeheartedly, not listening, not squinting, and entering a wonderful state of selflessness.
Thinking of this, Zhou Hao began to get excited. With such a master, it would not be difficult to carry forward the old master's skills. It would not be difficult to restore peak strength. Maybe he could...
Han Ding knew nothing about Zhou Hao's analysis and remained silent in his own martial arts world, once, twice, three times...until it was daybreak and his father called him to have breakfast, he still didn't notice.
6 fist shadows, only one night, how is this possible?
Han Aotian looked at his son who was sweating and practicing boxing under the morning sun, and at the shadows of fists flying in front of his son. His eyes were wide open and he was about to stuff a goose egg into his mouth.
Being able to transform more than 5 fist shadows means that you have touched the essence of Shadowless Fist. It took you three months to reach this point, but this kid only did it for one night. What is the concept? This is different from the first time
Practicing boxing can transform a boxing shadow, but that is just an introduction. As long as the talent is good enough, you can create miracles. There are many such evil geniuses on the mainland. But to touch the essence of boxing, you need not only talent, but also
It requires constant reflection, constant tempering, and even an epiphany by chance, but this kid...
It would be fine if he had a famous teacher to give him guidance, but he was clearly practicing alone.
Miracle, absolute miracle. There is no better word to describe his progress other than miracle.
Han Aotian shook his head and watched his son finish the Shadowless Fist again. When he stood there alone and thought hard, he shouted: "Ding'er, it's time to rest. It's not enough to go too far."
"Yes, Dad." Han Ding came back to his senses, grinned, and walked towards his father. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step forward, he was so relaxed that pain spread throughout his body, as if there were countless ants attached to him.
It was like biting his own bones, and all the strength in his body disappeared without a trace as the pain hit him, and he could no longer take the steps he took.
Did you practice too hard? Although I didn't have psychic energy in the past, I climbed countless cliffs in search of elixirs. I was so thick-skinned that I couldn't even practice boxing for one night. It seemed that after practicing,
The road is not easy.
Thinking in his mind, Han Ding raised his head and looked at his father. His father had an expression on his face that didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He couldn't help but smile awkwardly, but unexpectedly, the overdraft caused his muscles to twist, and the pain made him laugh more ugly than crying.
"You're good at everything, but you're just too serious!" Han Aotian stepped forward and helped his son sit down on the eaves steps. He vaguely felt that something was wrong with his arms, so he opened Han Ding's sleeves and discovered that the boy's
The whole arm is swollen, and the other hand is also swollen. The training is really tough!
"Does it hurt?" Han Aotian asked distressedly.
"It doesn't hurt!" Han Ding continued to endure the pain and replied with a smile.
"It's weird if it doesn't hurt!" Han Aotian rolled his eyes at his son and scolded, "You know how to act recklessly, if you continue like this, sooner or later you will... Hey, forget it, you'd better have a good rest, I'll help you pour a bowl of salt
boiling water."
"Thank you dad!"
Han Ding's answer was very straightforward, but as soon as his father left, he collapsed. He didn't care that he was sweating all over, let alone whether the steps were clean. He leaned on one side of his body and wanted to lie down along the steps.
"Don't lie down!"
Just as Han Ding was halfway through his movements, Zhou Hao's voice appeared in his ears, "You are covered in sweat and exhausted. Lying down will not do you any good."
Zhou Hao's words were common sense that all warriors knew. Although Han Ding had only recently gained access to the Channel Channel, he had often heard his father talk about it. He couldn't help but feel shocked, and he quickly sat up straight.
"During training, if all the strength in the body is exhausted, like you are now, it is a sign that the body has broken through the limit. If you can persist, the effect of practicing at this time will often be countless times better than usual.
." Although he had corrected Han Ding, Zhou Hao still didn't finish his words and continued.
"Cultivation now?" Han Ding smiled bitterly to himself. He was completely weak now, and his Dantian was emptier than the rice vat at Chang Gong's house. How could he practice?
"Refining the body relies on strength, and training the Qi depends on the heart."
Zhou Hao's words made Han Ding faintly touch something, as if his heartstrings were gently plucked. His heart moved, and he tried his best to cross his legs under his body, assuming an upward posture, and felt it with his heart.
Look at the spiritual power deep in the Dantian that is about to disappear, protect it, nourish it...
Faintly, the faint spiritual power slowly rose from the bottom of the Dantian, entered the meridians, and slowly circulated, trying to recover the remaining spiritual power in the meridians. It grew bigger and bigger, and gradually turned into a trickle.
The trickle continued to circulate in Han Ding's meridians, forming a magnetic field in those few kilograms of empty meridians.
"laugh--"
At the moment when the magnetic field was formed, the spiritual energy from heaven and earth poured into Han Ding's body crazily. It was almost substantial. Although it was not pure enough, it still felt like practicing in the secret room of the ancestral hall. The originally dry cells gradually became full and disappeared.
The strength returned to the body again.
One Sunday, two Sundays, three Sundays...
When Han Ding's luck reached the ninth week, the golden beads that had been dormant in his body rose again, slowly flowing through his meridians following the spiritual power. The golden light penetrated through the meridians and penetrated into the cells.
, the damaged cells were immediately repaired, the impurities in them were cleaned again, and a golden crystal filled them.
"call--"
Ten weeks later, Han Ding exhaled a breath of turbid air, opened his eyes, felt refreshed, and the pain all over his body disappeared without a trace. After carefully checking his body, he found that the seventh sea of qi was split.
Trend, half a foot has entered the industry of fourth-level spiritual beings.
"To be strong, you need to be cruel to yourself!" Han Ding grinned and murmured.
This guy!
Hearing this, Zhou Hao couldn't laugh or cry. Did he know that his cells had been severely damaged by practicing so hard. If it weren't for the magical bead in his Dantian, he would definitely have hidden diseases. However, this time, the bead was used to help him repair it.
It's already a little smaller, if I come here a few more times...
Han Ding was still complacent, and Zhou Hao was still worried. Han Aotian's voice came, full of surprise, "Ding'er, you, have you recovered?"
Hearing Han Aotian's voice, Zhou Hao felt a little relieved. Judging from the brief contact in the past two days, this guy was as stubborn as a cow. With his father's reminder, such oppressive practices would not happen often.
"Yes, Dad!" Han Ding raised his head and replied. Ignoring his father's surprise, he stood up and took the water bowl from his father's hand. A large bowl of salted water flowed into him with a "gurgling" sound.
belly.
"It's good to have recovered!" After returning to normal from the surprise, Han Aotian's face gradually became serious, "But, Ding'er, you have to remember that cultivation is not something that happens overnight, it is about gradual progress, so every time you practice, you must have a
Otherwise, not only will the foundation be unstable, but the meridians will also be damaged."
"I know, Dad!" Han Ding chuckled, made a face, and asked, "Dad, is breakfast ready? I'm so hungry!"
"You bastard, you are like this every time. Do you think I am too long-winded?" Han Aotian looked at his playful son and could no longer be serious. He looked up at the sky. The sun had already risen very high. He smiled and cursed, "The food is here."
I've eaten on the table, you can go and eat it yourself."
"Today is the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. Is dad going to Liujiaji again?"
"Well, no matter what happens, I will never forget about going to the market?" Han Ao replied casually, "The brat has become psychic and has started to practice martial arts again. Nutrition must keep up, that thing
There’s no use keeping it anyway, so I pawned it to buy some for the brat…”
Halfway through his words, Han Aotian finally noticed that he had let something slip again, and stopped hastily. He raised his head and looked around nervously, and found that his son was no longer around. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, went into the house, picked up the bamboo frame that he had prepared, and walked quickly.
Went out.
As soon as Han Aotian walked out of the yard, Han Ding came out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of rice in his hand, with moist eyes, "No, I can't let dad pawn that thing, it's a love token given to him by his mother...