The morning sun comes from the horizon, pulling out a trace of golden thread, giving people a warm feeling.
In the Fang family's small courtyard, Fang Chong was squatting and standing in a stance in the yard.
Standing in a stance is the basis for practicing martial arts. It focuses on the strength of the lower plate and has a training effect on the balance of the entire body, strength, and even spiritual perseverance.
After all, standing in a stance is very hard, and most people can't stand it if they stand like this for more than ten minutes. However, those who practice martial arts have to stand in a stance for several hours or even half a day at once. You can imagine the hard work. People who can persevere for a long time will naturally be trained.
The reason why Fang Chong was able to become the most powerful warrior in the Dragon Group in his previous life was because of his martial arts. Although he practiced a little late, he still practiced various ancient martial arts to an extremely high level with his extraordinary qualifications, and was almost invincible.
Therefore, I have a deep affection for the martial arts stamina, and it can even be said to be obsessed with it. Even if I am a human being, I cannot give up.
"Brother, I'm asking you to have a meal." Fang Yu suddenly ran out of the inside, raised his white and jade-like face and shouted loudly.
"Okay, you guys eat first, I'll have half an hour." Fang Chong agreed, his body still, like a rock, and continued to stand in a stance.
He has been standing in a stance for an hour since the beginning of the morning, which is really insignificant compared to his previous life. You should know that he was able to stand in a stance for a whole day in his previous life, and in combination with the method of internal breathing in ancient martial arts, he not only does not feel tired but also feel refreshed.
Unfortunately, he is only thirteen years old now and his physical development is not enough.
Moreover, he was seriously injured some time ago, his body was extremely weak, and his dantian was abolished. He could not even practice the inner breath cultivation method in ancient martial arts. Naturally, this body could not be compared with him who reached the peak in his previous life.
Fortunately, the master of this body had practiced before. Although his realm was not high, he was much better than ordinary people. Fang Chong estimated his current body, and the extreme state was only for an hour and a half. If he had more, it would be harmful and useless.
Seeing that Fang Chong was not moving, the little girl Fang Yu pouted angrily, turned around and ran in.
After a while, Lan walked out of the inside, wiped Fang Chong's sweat, and said, "Zhong'er, I'll put the rice in the pot to heat it. You can take a shower before eating later, so don't get cold." After that, she walked into the inside, but sighed slightly when she reached the door.
Lan and Fang Zongqing did not stop Fang Chong's hard practice, but he was a little worried, worried that Fang Chong would be unable to think about it because of the destruction of his dantian.
After all, in their eyes, Fang Chong is still a thirteen-year-old child. His dantian is destroyed and his lifelong future in martial arts is ruined. It is possible that he can't think about it.
But Lan did not know that Fang Chong was different from before, and it might be as fragile as a thirteen-year-old child? Not to mention that the dantian was destroyed, even if Fang Chong was disabled, he would not lose confidence. This is the tenacious will that the strong must possess.
Half an hour later, Fang Chong stopped and his clothes had been wet with sweat.
"Huh, this body is really weak now. It won't work if you want to practice for a while. Moreover, your dantian is useless and you can't practice all your internal skills before, which is really troublesome." Lin Xiao said to himself, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It seems that there are gains and losses, haha..."
If you are a human being again, you have relatives, but you have lost the physical fitness of cultivation. This may be God's will.
Walking into the bathroom, Fang Chong took off his clothes, scooped up a large bucket of water from the water tank, and dripped it down from the top of his head.
happy!
The dripping water flowed through Fang Chong's body, bringing incredible coolness. Fang Chong poured a bucket of water on his body, turned his head and inserted it into the water tank.
However, he was suddenly stunned, staring at the slightly rippling water in the water tank, a little lost.
Through the reflection of the water surface in the water tank, Fang Chong noticed his back. On his back, there was a tattoo like a landscape painting. The lines were clear and lifelike, with mountains and rivers, beautiful beauty, and a stunning beauty in it, as poetic as a painting.
The whole tattoo is not big, just covered his back. The patterns on it are very complex and fine. Although it is not big, it depicts a lot of things, which can be said to be all-encompassing.
With Fang Chong's insight, even in the China, where technology was extremely developed in the previous life, no one could have had such skills, carving tattoos so finely and beautifully.
"When did I have a tattoo on my body? Could it be that it was the 'that Fang Chong' tattoo before?" Fang Chong was a little surprised, sorted out his thoughts, and couldn't help but shake his head, "No, there is nothing about tattoos in my memory, and 'that Fang Chong' is only thirteen years old, so he shouldn't have a tattoo."
This tattoo is really weird. Fang Chong didn't know how it came about. If he hadn't accidentally discovered it today, he might not have known that this tattoo existed.
After staring at the tattoo for a long time, Fang Chong's face began to change, and shock and shock coexisted.
He found that the tattoo on his back was very familiar, which was so similar to the mission goal of "The Beauty of the Country" that he performed the last mission. It was equally magnificent, with mountains and rivers, splendor, and beauties...lifelike, as if it were natural.
"No!" Fang Zhong was playing in his heart, "Did I have brought the "Beauty of the Country" by traveling to this world?"
The more I looked at Fang Chong, the more I became sure that the tattoo on his back was "The Beauty of the Country", but it was originally an ancient scroll, but now it has become a tattoo on his back.
After rinsing it in a hurry, Fang Chong didn't even have to eat, so he went back to his room, took off his clothes, and carefully observed the tattoo on his back through the mirror.
The mountains and mountains are like skyscrapers, the rivers are running through the vastness, causing huge waves, the trees, flowers and plants, and the charming and natural beauty are all lifelike, not like tattoos at all, but like being sealed inside.
At this moment, Fang Chong remembered the explanations on the information about "The Beauty of the Country" before performing that mission.
"The Beauty of the Country" has a mysterious origin. It has disappeared for thousands of years and was discovered by chance. There are many bizarre things that happen. The legend contains strange power...
There is also legend that this is a magic painting, which is a bizarre world and the road to the divine realm. After obtaining the "Beauty of the River and Mountains", you can get the power of God. From then on, you will be invincible in the world, shining in the world, and live in the same life as the sun and the moon, and freely in the world.
There is not much information about "The Beauty of the Country" and it is impossible to get more useful information, but one thing is certain that the tattoo on Fang Chong's back is indeed "The Beauty of the Country".
However, Fang Chong has never understood how such a scroll turned into a tattoo and how it was engraved on his back.
"Huh, if you can't figure it out, you won't think about it anymore. Even time travel has happened. Even a little strange thing is not surprising." Fang Chong smiled casually, put on his clothes, and temporarily gave up his research on "The Beauty of the Country". He is open-minded by nature and thinks very openly.
The moment Fang Chong put on his clothes, he did not notice that the charming and natural beauty suddenly blinked in the tattoo on his back.
The New Year Festival has passed long ago, spring is slowly coming, and the people in Ningcang County are also busy.
Although they live in the county town, each family still has its own land. Except for the rich and gentry, everyone else needs to rely on farming or other labor to support themselves.
For example, iron making, wine making, sewing, breeding, etc....
Fang Jianai survived with a iron shop, which was not big, and only occupied one room, and the tools and materials inside were very limited. It was impossible to create a magical weapon sword for warriors, but there was no problem in creating some ordinary living tools.
At this moment, Fang Zongqing was waving the hammer head in the iron shop, beating the red-hot black iron with a bang.
Bang bang...
Fang Chong stood next to the stove, helping him listened to his father explaining some forging experiences and techniques, which felt a little novel.
"The most important thing in forging is to master the heat. Only when the heat is mastered can you create good things. For example, to forge a sword, it must be forged with light fire and fiery fire, so that the sword created can be tough enough."
"There is quenching. Quenching is the most important step in forging. It can be said that it is even more critical than flames, because the forging is only blanks, and the good quenching is the key to ensuring the forged weapons that are sharp and hard, and there is no need to be careless..."
Fang Chong listened quietly to his father's explanation and also had some understanding of forging, but he sighed silently in his heart that every word his father could not do without swords and weapons. From this point of view, he also yearned for becoming a powerful warrior.
Unfortunately, Fang Zongqing's talent is really limited, and it is already rare to become a good forging master. There is almost no hope of becoming a powerful warrior.
It is precisely because of this that the other party puts high expectations, hoping that what he has not been able to do is done by his son, and that his dream that he has not realized will be realized by his son.
It can be said that Fang Chong's dantian was destroyed, and he was the one who was most sad.
Looking at his father's face that was darkened by the stove, Fang Chong gritted his teeth and blurted out: "Father, don't worry, although his dantian is destroyed, I will still become a powerful warrior."
"Become a powerful warrior?" Fang Zongqing raised his head, his eyes moist, and sighed: "Zhong'er, if you were the dantian that had not been damaged before, I believe you could definitely become a powerful warrior, or even a warrior in the innate realm, but now..."
The fire was beating, and through the bright red fire, Fang Chong saw the tears on his father's face.
Fang Zhong's heart moved and asked, "Father, is the Dantian really that important? You can't become a powerful warrior without Dantian. What does it mean to be a congenital warrior?"