Suddenly, Fang Chong found that all the environment around him had changed.
All the palaces and pavilions disappeared, and all the mountains, rivers and lakes were gone. The eyes were pitch black, but the feeling from the body was very clear. The pain was not ordinary pain, but the pain of the limbs and bones marrow, as if it was pulled out of the meridians and broken bones.
Gripping his teeth, Fang Chong opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was Lan Shi's tearful face, with wrinkles on it and her face was full of sorrow.
Beside Lan, Fang Zongqing frowned tightly and said nothing. Only her ten-year-old sister Fang Yu pouted, sobbing in a low voice, and kept shouting in a tender voice: "Brother, brother, can you wake up? Xiaoyu will never be naughty again in the future. She will be very obedient..."
Seeing the scene in front of you, Fang Chong finally breathed a sigh of relief, his relatives were still there.
This time, Fang Chong was in a coma for three days, which really made Lan and others frightened and worried. Fortunately, he woke up and became a blessing in disguise, and started the "Beauty of the Country".
Half a month later, Fang Chong had healed seven or eight minutes. Although the wound on his body had not completely healed, simple exercise was no longer a big deal.
In the Fang family courtyard, Fang Chong was doing simple exercises. His body was not completely healed yet, and it was impossible to exercise like before. However, controlling the strength and proper exercise are still beneficial to his body, at least not to deteriorate his own strength.
Slap...
Fang Chong's arm whipped on a sandbag at the door, and a crisp sound sounded.
Suddenly, Fang Zongqing walked out of the inner room and waved to Fang Chong: "Zhong'er, stop practicing first, come here, I have something to say."
"Hey, what's the father who can't say here? He has to go to the room?" Fang Zhong was confused, but he nodded and agreed. Follow Fang Zongqing, he quickly walked into the inner room.
The room was empty, with only father and son.
Fang Zongqing looked solemn, pointed to the chair, signaled Fang Chong to sit down, and said, "Zhong'er, I want to ask you, what's wrong with the tattoo on your back? You were injured that day. When I was helping you with the wound, I realized that there was such a big tattoo on your back."
"You didn't have one before, when did you get tattooed?" Fang Zongqing was actually very confused. In his eyes, although Fang Chong was sensible, he was still a thirteen-year-old child after all. He didn't know any tattoos. Moreover, he didn't have such a tattoo before, but now he suddenly appears.
He was worried that Fang Chong had made friends with some people with bad character and learned bad things.
When Fang Zhong heard that his father was doing a tattoo, he relaxed. After thinking carefully, he suddenly made up his mind.
"Father, there was no tattoo at all, but I met an old man a few days ago." Fang Zhong didn't know if this was the case in his heart. Anyway, there was no way to verify it. He said nonsense: "The old man has kind eyebrows, long hair, and looks like a fairy-like appearance. What the old man said is that he has a destiny to me, and he reached out to a little bit on my back. I didn't pay attention at that time. Later I found out that he actually carved such a tattoo on my back."
"Oh!" Fang Chong said nonsense, but Fang Zongqing's face changed when he heard this. He stood up in surprise and laughed: "Zhong'er, this is your blessing."
"Fuyuan? I just made it up casually. Where did I get the blessing? Is there really any paranoid and mysterious Taoist people in this world?" Fang Zhong murmured in his heart, but his face was calm. He asked honestly: "Father, the blessing you are talking about is..."
"Haha, Chong'er, you are still young and don't know a lot of things. Let me tell you that in this world, in addition to warriors, there are some immortals with overwhelming powers of flying and hiding the sky. Not to mention carving a tattoo on your back with one finger, it is not difficult to turn you into a congenital warrior out of thin air."
"You know, those immortals are all legendary figures. The dragon is invisible to see its head but no tail, and it is gone without a trace. Isn't it a blessing to meet it?" Fang Zongqing became more and more excited as he spoke. He wanted to hold Fang Chong and kiss him, urging him: "Zhong'er, tell me quickly, what else did the immortal say?"
The world is vast and boundless. Warriors are just strong people at the level of mortals, and there are immortals who are transcendent to the world. They can fly to the sky and hide, catch stars and moons, and all kinds of methods are extremely mysterious.
It can be said that compared to those immortals, warriors are nothing even innate warriors.
From his father's words, Fang Chong finally realized that this world is more gorgeous and beautiful than he thought. A warrior and an immortal are so excited that it makes people's blood boil when thinking about it.
In fact, after thinking carefully, he felt relieved. He had even seen the magical artifacts like "The Beauty of the River and Mountains". What's so strange about having an immortal?
At this moment, Fang Chong made up his mind and the original plan could be implemented naturally.
"Father, that immortal not only left this tattoo on my back, but also passed on some secrets of my martial arts. However, my dantian is destroyed and I cannot practice it." Fang Chong said with a smile, and suddenly found that his father's face was a little angry, and he quickly explained: "I originally wanted to tell my father, but this is really weird. I'm afraid that no one will believe it if I say it, so..."
Is this really the case?
Of course not. Fang Chong said this just to find an excuse for himself.
Just imagine, if a thirteen-year-old child really encounters such a thing, he will definitely be panicked, and it is possible that he will not dare to say it out because he is worried.
Sure enough, Fang Zongqing did not doubt and smiled and said, "Zhong'er, it's not your fault. After all, you are still young and don't know about the immortal."
"Well, you just said that the immortal also passed on some secrets of your skills. Is it true?" Fang Zongqing's eyes lit up, and he was very excited. The secrets of the skills taught by the immortal were definitely not ordinary things. Maybe our Fang family can rise again this time.
"Of course it's true. Some of the secrets of the skills and skills are told by the immortals that I can't tell anyone else, so..."
"Well, I understand this." Fang Zongqing nodded. Although he was a little regretful, he could understand: "It is naturally impossible to teach others casually."
"But..." Fang Chong changed his tone and deliberately waited until he aroused Fang Zongqing's interest, and said: "There are still some of the skills taught by the immortals that can be taught to others. I have compiled a set of internal strength techniques, a set of body techniques, and a set of boxing techniques, all of which have been copied. Let me show you my father."
Fang Zongqing was overjoyed and hurriedly pulled Fang Chong up and walked outside.
In Fang Chong's room.
After lifting the bed board, Fang Chong took out three books wrapped in oil paper from below and handed them to Fang Zongqing beside him.
After taking the three secret books, Fang Zongqing's eyes shone brightly, and he was circulating back and forth on the three secret books, laughing happily: "Hehe, "Huanyuan Jin", "Flowing Clouds", "Breaking Wave Fist", you can tell that just by looking at the name, you must be not ordinary secret books."
Next to him, Fang Chong's mouth twitched, feeling ashamed, and worried.
These three secrets were indeed top secrets in his previous life, but he was not sure whether these three secrets were as powerful in this world. If the final verification result was that these three secrets were not very good, then he would be unable to explain it.
Who told him to say it was given to me by an immortal?
However, Fang Zongqing didn't know what he was thinking, and was still happily holding three secret books to read them one by one, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.
"Okay, okay..." After a while, Fang Zongqing said three good words in a row and looked at Fang Chong excitedly: "Zhong'er, your three secrets are definitely top-level secrets. If you practice to the peak, you will definitely reach the innate realm. This is much more precious than the "Flame Fire Art" passed down by our family."
"I want me to say we should really thank the immortal. Well, that's fine. Tomorrow I'll have someone engrave a tablet and worship it in the main hall of the house. There will be constant incense all day long. This is also a gratitude to the immortal." How could Fang Zongqing be unhappy to the immortals when he was able to obtain three secret books that could be cultivated to the innate realm?
Not to mention the erecting tablets or offering incense, even if the immortal is really brought to his home to offer him, there will be no hesitation.
There are two types of martial arts secrets, one is the acquired secrets. For example, "The Fire Art". Cultivating to the peak can reach the peak of first-class warriors, but it is impossible to break through to the innate realm. Even if you are talented, it is impossible to do without the corresponding cultivation techniques.
Of course, there are also differences among the acquired secret books. They are divided into three types: upper, middle and lower. Medium and medium are better than low-quality products, and high and high-quality products are better than medium-quality products.
Although it is just a difference in words, its preciousness is absolutely incomparable.
For example, some people who practice the top-grade acquired secrets can be more than several times stronger than those who practice the same low-grade acquired secrets to reach the acquired limit. Even those who practice the top-grade acquired secrets to the peak can fight against the innate strong people.
This is the gap, it is very huge.
In addition to acquired secrets, there is also an innate secrets, such as the three secrets brought by Fang Chong from his previous life, "Hunyuan Jin", "Flowing Clouds", and "Breaking Wave Fist".
The so-called innate secrets are secrets that can be cultivated to the innate realm. This secret is essentially one level higher than the acquired secrets.
Similarly, there are differences in innate secrets. The top-grade innate secrets must be stronger than the middle-grade, and the middle-grade ones must be higher than the lower-grade ones. Although there are many factors that affect the outcome during battle, good cultivation secrets can inevitably play a more powerful role.
Of course, secrets themselves are not enough to determine everything. Just like a person who practices the low-grade innate secrets, if he reaches the peak of innate realm, he can also sweep away those warriors who practice the high-grade innate secrets but only reach the early innate realm.
Good cultivation secrets are the basis of strong strength. Without a foundation, it is almost impossible to become a strong man.
Therefore, a good practice secret book is very precious and extremely expensive! Even those acquired secret book are also an extremely terrifying number on the black market, and the innate secret book is even more expensive, and it is not possible to buy it if you have money.
Holding three innate secret books, Fang Zongqing was so happy that he couldn't hold on. Such a huge good thing actually fell on him, and he couldn't calm down.
Seeing his father so happy, Fang Zhong felt happy, and did not disturb Fang Zongqing. He walked out of the house alone, stood in the yard, and bombarded the heavy sandbag again.
When the dantian is destroyed, the only thing Fang Chong can rely on is his own body.
Therefore, he cannot waste his body training for a moment. A strong body requires not only reasonable exercise methods, but also time to accumulate.