My cat can cultivate immortality

Chapter 144 I Can't Remember How Much I Sent!
Welcome to Xuankong Mountain's large-scale night-view disco plaza, here is the DJ Rolling Master who is bringing you the Divine Comedy for Leg Skills Practice-"Devil's Steps"!Come and chant with me:

"Left and right, it's QEQE, the standing one is..."

Ahem, took the wrong line.

"Front, left, back, right, left, back, front, right, it's the devil's pace, it's the devil's pace..."

Okay, Pi is very happy now.

Speaking of which, right now, it was Wu Ren's first night in Xuankong Mountain.According to the normal script, this guy should be lying on the bed in the guest room and petting the cat at this moment, or simply sleeping with his head down.

This is not the case.

Orange is currently squatting in the kitchen on the second floor, trying to develop a way to eat a certain spiritual herb called "lantern flower".Wu Ren, on the other hand, ran to the open space outside and stood in the grass under the night, preparing to personally try the legwork that he read from the book today.

Generally speaking, the first requirement for practicing martial arts is "stable legs and feet". However, this "Three Days of Leg Skills" does not seem to follow the routine.The poor scholar in the book, the first exercise program is called "leg flexibility exercise", which seems to be quite effective.So Wu Ren simply obeyed blindly. After flipping through the book to check the specific essentials, he tried to move.

Of course, no matter how you look at it, this kind of gait and posture is quite magical.

According to the book, this set of footwork has eight directions of movement, and the feet alternately land on the ground. What is required is "proficiency".If you can walk out this set of footwork in accordance with the established position without interruption, then there will be a magical effect——

The footwork will form a formation, and the movement of the footsteps coincides with the principles of yin and yang, driving the aura of heaven and earth to form a vortex around itself.

After being able to step out such a set of footwork proficiently, you will go through three stages of gradual improvement.

The first stage is "breathing wind".The spiritual power vortex forms a boost to help practitioners improve their flexibility, increase their speed, and reduce the loss of energy.

What Wu Ren is going through now is this stage.

At least he learned some social dances when he was in college, so Wu Ren is still the type with relatively coordinated body parts.Putting his hands on his waist, he silently recalled the direction and order in his mind. After practicing seven or eight times, he memorized the whole set of footwork.

This is a bit like the legendary "chaotic cloak wind hammer method". It is easy to do the footwork once, but it is very difficult to achieve coherence, repetition and continuous accumulation of strength.

This is like stirring a pool of water with a chopstick. Compared with the surrounding environment, the strength of a single person is quite small, so it can only be achieved through repeated repetitions to form a certain inertia and gradually bring out the footwork. The "potential" continues to expand.

Step, step, step.

The footsteps follow the mantra silently recited in the heart, and fall in different directions according to the law.

Wu Ren got acquainted with it without haste.

He didn't care whether his movements were magical or not. When he really focused on practicing, other things were naturally ignored.

As the footsteps gradually became more proficient, after about 5 minutes, Wu Ren gradually felt some subtle changes.

Perhaps it was because the spiritual veins had been unknowingly opened, he seemed to feel something softer than water slowly spinning around him.

With a bit of coolness, Wu Ren found that his already sore legs gradually relieved the pressure.

This feeling became more and more obvious in the next few minutes.

When Wu Ren realized that his high-speed steps were no longer strenuous, he was surprised to find that the grassland with himself as the center seemed to be in an invisible vortex, and countless blades of grass fell down. Then, it just formed a counterclockwise ring!
For Wu Ren, this was quite a shocking scene.

He clenched his fists involuntarily, kept breathing evenly, and then tried to gradually increase the speed of his steps.

This scene probably looks like twisting a spiral pill.

The surroundings became quieter, and the sound of his own heartbeat became clearer.Amidst the pounding heartbeat, Wu Ren could even feel the blood rushing in his veins, which was constantly heating up!

Just when the tremor of the heartbeat was about to rise to the throat, Wu Ren's eyes were fixed, his upper body slightly pressed down, and the moment his right foot hit the ground, he kicked lightly, and the whole person rushed out with a "whoosh"!
In fact, at this moment, Wu Ren ran an astonishing speed that he had not reached in 26 years.

He swept the surrounding air like a [-]-meter sprint, and he ran a long way in just one breath.

At this moment, Wu Ren felt unusually refreshed—as if his heart was pressed against the ground, and his whole body turned into a gust of breeze, gliding across the open grass.

Many years later, Wu Ren recalled again that the running in the spring breeze that night was his lost youth...

cough cough.

In short, the moment he rushed out from the fixed position, Wu Ren knew that he had successfully mastered the first stage of this magical footwork - Shengfeng!
It is completely unimaginable how this older young man, who usually seems to be quite quiet, suddenly turned into a silly child, laughing "drinking and drinking" all the way, holding his hands high, and galloping across the mansions, grasslands, rivers, etc. on this route.

From the time when the sun completely set in the evening to when it was midnight in the middle of the night, Wu Ren did not know how many times he ran back and forth.

He seemed to have completely forgotten his exhaustion, and in the eyes of Juzi who cared for the mentally handicapped, he left the bungalow again and again with "drink and drink".

It wasn't until he subconsciously squeezed out the last trace of physical strength that Wu Ren was a hundred meters away from the bungalow, and suddenly his body softened and he fell headlong into the grass.

"……Meow."

On the roof, Tangerine sat next to a tin bucket, watching the little black figure in the distance fall down very painfully, and then yawned helplessly.

"Hey, I'm so stupid that I don't even know how to pick up two more buckets of water. I really don't have eyes to see meow..."

Tonight, Wu Ren was dragged up to the guest room on the second floor by the orange.

……

the next morning.

Wu Ren stood in the corridor with a bag on his head and yelled, "Orange! Second Battalion Commander! What the hell did you prepare for breakfast!"

After a while, Orange's answer came from the first floor.

"If you want to have breakfast, you have to bring water here first!"

Wu Ren: ...

So with resentment, Wu Ren activated the mentally retarded running mode again, holding a big tin bucket, and ran to the east bank of the river.

But is water really that easy?

Obviously impossible.

When Wu Ren left the bungalow with his feet on the wind, Ju Zi waited at the door for 10 minutes, but he couldn't see Wu Ren coming back.

It wasn't until another twenty or ten minutes later that the figure of Wu Ren carrying a bucket of water appeared in Juzi's sight.

When he finally returned to the bungalow and fell to the ground in the same posture as Dunhuang Flying Apsaras, Juzi quickly used his spiritual power to control the bucket that was about to fall.

"What's wrong with Wu Ren, meow? He suddenly died after half of the effort, meow?"

Wu Ren gasped and gasped for a long time with his face down, and then raised his head with tears in his eyes: "I can't remember how much I sent!"

　Thanks for worrying about yesterday's dream, gfgfhjn's reward!Thanks to zhangzhilei for the 500 rewards!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)