Teaching Li Chang to practice martial arts is not a troublesome task.
It's nothing more than doing the basics every day.
But this is a long and tedious process. Li Shang's foundation is not good and he needs to make up for it with diligence.
Fortunately, this little boy can indeed endure hardships, and Lin Yanli's hard work was not in vain.
Ten days later, when Lin Yanli took Li Shang out of the medicine bucket, his appearance had completely changed.
She is round, plump, smooth and delicate, and her facial features are much more refined than before, especially those pair of dark eyes, which blink with a bit of anxiety and timidity. Compared with the original Li Shang, she is a genius.
One place.
Lin Yanli squeezed Li Shang's arms and legs and nodded.
Now that I have a "normal" look, I can't blink anymore.
"You have been doing the horse stance for ten days, now I will teach you how to walk the boxing stance."
Li Chang blinked at the lie, glanced at the wooden sword on the stone table, and asked doubtfully: "Sister A Li, won't you teach me how to use a sword?"
Lin Yanli reached out and knocked Li Shang on the head, "You have to eat one bite at a time and walk step by step. Sword training is a very dangerous thing. Before practicing sword practice, you need to polish your body with fist stakes."
"Sister, have you walked through the boxing pile before? Is it fortunate or not?"
Li Shang's words made Lin Yanli choke up. To be honest, they really didn't.
The physical body of a practitioner is much stronger than that of ordinary people, so this process can be completely omitted.
Every practitioner knows the basic techniques of physical training. Except for polishing the body during the Qi training period to facilitate his own foundation building, he generally does not deliberately temper his physical body, except of course for physical training.
"Of course I walked through it, it wasn't hard at all!" Lin Yanli stood with her hands on her hips, lying and saying that her back didn't hurt, "Okay, let's stop talking nonsense and get straight to the point."
Lin Yanli was very particular about the boxing piles she chose for Li Chang. She went to Liu Bailuo to get the foundation-building training formula from him, and then modified it bit by bit into the boxing piles that fit Li Chang.
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"This is called Dragon Shaking Fist. There are five steps in total. Now I will teach you the first one."
She led Li Chang to a tree, posed, and while giving a demonstration, she told Li Chang how to adjust the breathing rhythm and intensity, and how to ensure his stance and punching speed.
Li Chang was extremely serious, imitating Lin Yanli, leaning down slightly, walking forward slowly and punching.
It was awkward, extremely awkward. Every step Lin Yanli took was in a strange posture.
Li Chang followed Lin Yanli's pace and walked, when he tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground, falling heavily.
Although he didn't hit anything, his face was stained with dirt and his clothes were dirty, making him look embarrassed and funny.
"Oh, why are you so stupid..." Lin Yanli frowned in disgust, squatted down to help Li Shang, patted her shoulder, and continued, "Remember the movements I taught you just now, you can try again...
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Li Chang bit his lip and nodded, tried again, but still fell.
After falling several times, Li Chang was finally able to gain a firm footing and maintain his body shape.
At this time, he finally understood why Lin Yanli asked him to step forward. Without the foundation from the previous ten days, he might not even be able to throw a fist today.
"Well, we have the prototype. Keep working hard and keep it up. When you can maintain this fist pile, I will teach you the second one."
Lin Yanli clapped her hands, flicked the dust off her body, jumped onto the treetop, sat down cross-legged, put her hands on her knees, and continued to absorb the spiritual energy.
Li Shang got up, patted the dirt on his body, and walked step by step to punch.
Time passes bit by bit.
As night falls, the moonlight shines through the branches and leaves.
Li Shang was dripping with sweat and exhausted.
Lin Yanli condensed a spiritual light with his fingers and struck Li Chang's right leg. Li Chang slightly bent his body and stabilized his body with the walking posture.
"Well, that's right. That's it for today. Remember to take a shower before going to bed." Lin Yanli sighed in admiration, jumped down from the tree, performed a Water Jue to draw water into the barrel, and then performed a Fire Jue to create flames out of thin air.
Heat the water.
Li Chang watched Lin Yanli perform the spell skillfully, seriously and focused.
After a while, Lin Yanli retracted her fingers, lightly smiled and flicked Li Sang's forehead, "Let's take a shower, and remember to ask Sister Wen to help you dry your hair, otherwise it will be very troublesome if you catch the cold."
The Sister Wen that Lin Yanli mentioned was a female cultivator from the Thousand Demons Sect. Because she lived nearby, Lin Yanli ordered her to take care of Li Shang.
She originally planned to clean up a house nearby for Li Sang to live in, but this guy really has some backbone, and she wouldn't accept it even if she beat him to death. He huddled in the alley every day holding the dirty quilt.
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Fortunately, the Thousand Demons Sect's formation can avoid water vapor, so you don't have to worry about rain and moisture.
Lin Yanli suddenly remembered something and added: "In the past few days, I will ask Sister Wen Ding to supervise your boxing stance. Don't slack off while I'm away."
"Sister Ali, are you going on a long trip?"
Lin Yanli curled her lips and showed a meaningful smile, "There is a fight to be fought!"
She had been hiding in the mansion for such a long time, and there were messages sent to her about flying swords every day, and it was all young people who wanted to make fights with her.
And this must be Lin Qingxuan's handiwork.
I really don't know if that old bastard has lived too long with nothing to do and only thinks about causing trouble for her.
Lin Yanli didn't like fighting, but she wasn't afraid of them. Since those brats came to provoke them, don't blame her for being rude.
The next morning, Lin Yanli went out early in the morning.
She walked straight to the intersection and looked at the wine shop with a flag hanging in the distance, which read: "Sword Immortal Bai Qing, Gu Xuanbei, and Chen Mo drink here."
Using Bai Qing and others to advertise, this hotel owner is also a talented person.
Lin Yanli looked at the brand new street entrance, stepped on the low table of the wine shop, put her hands on her hips and shouted, "Lin Yanli is here."
As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce sword light fell on the ground beside Lin Yanli, cutting the wine shop in half.
"I'm sorry, my shop has just been repaired!"
A young monk ran out of the wine shop with a disgraced face. Apparently, the sword light had just caught him off guard.
At this moment, a message came into his ears. He glanced towards the north of the city, closed his mouth, and hid aside dejectedly, staring at the two people in front of the wine shop full of resentment.
Perhaps because they heard the young monk's shrill scream, the surrounding shops glowed with light and activated their defensive formations.
Although the old swordsman Lin vowed to compensate, who would really dare to go to the old swordsman to ask for the spirit stone? One more thing is worse than one less thing.
Lin Yanli stood on the wooden table, staring condescendingly at the young man in front of her, and asked with a groan, "Do you know the Fish Spring Classic?"
Without saying a word, the young man slowly drew his sword from behind, shattering the surrounding wooden tables with his sword intent.
Lin Yanli turned over, stood in the air for several times, and finally landed firmly in the middle of the street.
She raised her fist and said with a smile: "I have beaten eleven people like you before, including Yuquan, there are twelve in total."