Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

She didn't know the reason, but it might be Fang Ping's attitude, neither humble nor overbearing, tepid, and calm like a young man.

If it were any other handyman, once he had mastered martial arts, he would definitely be a villain and happy, and would try his best to curry favor when invited by Mr. Bai, but Fang Ping was different.

Scheming?

Zheng Yue remembered four words.

……

Escort account room.

The old accountant who worked hard for most of his life in the Escort, took down Fang Ping's basic information in an orderly manner, and reminded: "After you become a trooper, come to me in the middle of every month to receive a month's salary.

There will be extra money and food as a subsidy during the holidays, at least once every two months, you can go to the cafeteria to eat at noon and evening. "

"It's gone." Fang Ping looked outside the house, the snow had stopped, and the wind was like a knife. From now on, he was no longer a handyman of the Fuwei Escort, but opened a new chapter.

……

morning.

Cooking smoke curled up, and the aroma of rice wafted in the escort bureau with the wind.

The fact that Fang Ping entered martial arts, transformed from a handyman to a traveler in the Fuwei Escort Bureau spread like wildfire throughout the Escort Bureau.

In the cafeteria, there are many people, and the wooden basins are used for cooking. Warriors consume a lot of food and eat a lot. If you let go of the ninth grade of martial arts, you can eat a few catties of food in a day.

Fang Ping endured it for a few months, and his body suffered serious losses. Today, he can eat a full stomach, a large bowl of sorghum rice, two tablespoons of fried vegetables with tofu, and a spoonful of pork with green peppers.

"Look, it's that kid."

"Health-preserving skills to enter the martial arts? Is this okay? I emptied my family to practice martial arts. I only entered the martial arts when I was 40 years old. This kid is very lucky."

"People are different, and it's also possible that the health-preserving exercises can be obtained quickly."

"I can do it too. I was also there when the old cow-nosed old man taught the health-preserving exercises. I will practice when I go back tonight!"

Pairs of eyes wandered outside Fang Ping's body, Fang Ping didn't care, and buried himself in cooking.

After becoming a tripper, Fang Ping didn't need to do chores anymore. After he was full, Fang Ping went to the martial arts arena to catch his breath.

There are a lot of things for martial arts practitioners here, such as swords, guns, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, everything that one expects to find, as well as wooden stakes, stone locks and so on.

After dinner, the escorts and bodyguards appeared on the martial arts field one after another.

"Boy, I heard that you use health-preserving skills to enter martial arts, how about we do two tricks."

A tall and round man patted Fang Ping on the shoulder.

"What kind of lethality can the health-preserving exercises have? Wang Wu practiced the Mountain Opening Fist wide open and closed. This kid is doomed."

Everyone who knew the man's background seemed to see Fang Ping being punched down.

Fang Ping opened his eyes and stood up. His thin and thin body was more than half the head of Wang Wu: "Okay, let's stop."

"Hey, click as far as you can." Wang Wu rubbed his fists maliciously, and put on a posture: "Are you ready?"

Fang Ping has never really fought against warriors, but in the visualization space, he has accumulated a wealth of combat experience: "Okay."

Seeing Fang Ping standing loosely, the figures around him became more and more sympathetic.

"coming!"

Wang Wu shook his fist, attacked the square door, opened it wide and closed, went straight, and said fast, ruthless and accurate.

As the Turtle Breath Breathing Technique was running, Fang Ping accelerated the blood flow with each exhalation, and the fist that was attacking him was also slowed down a bit. Two fingers pointed out and stabbed Wang Wu's ribs accurately.

"Ouch..."

The ribs were attacked, and the painful Wang Wu was about to burst into tears.

The strength of Fang Ping's fingers is not small, and the ribs are the most vulnerable part of the human body.

"Good boy, I was careless, give me another punch!"

Resisting the soreness from below the ribs, Wang Wu used both fists together, majestic, and punched more than a dozen punches in an instant, without giving Fang Ping a chance to dodge.

Also at the ninth-grade copper skin realm, Fang Ping's body was congenitally deficient, and he hadn't eaten a full meal after entering the martial arts, so he might not be as strong as Wang Wu in terms of strength.

But Fang Ping didn't intend to use brute force, and the "Turtle Breath Breathing Technique" was operated to the extreme. Fang Ping took a dozen mouthfuls of air in an instant, his chest was puffed up, and his body was also enlarged.

Fang Ping's palm was slightly numb as he brushed away Wang Wu's punch with his right hand, and the black tiger with his left hand pierced Wang Wu's abdomen.

"Ouch..."

The pain in the abdomen spread all over the body, imprisoning Wang Wu's body, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he staggered back two steps: "You boy... dare you confront me head-on."

In the two rounds of collision, Fang Ping won by coincidence, which made Wang Wu unable to use his strength.

"Don't dare." Fang Ping replied bluntly.

"You..." Wang Wu was speechless, the defeat was swift and brutal.

Surrounded by complete silence, this power of being unruffled in times of danger, able to find flaws in an instant, and win by cleverness, is it really a newcomer to martial arts?

Chapter 8; Black Tiger Gang

After the turmoil passed, no one doubted Fang Ping's strength anymore, and Fang Ping gained a firm foothold, and could stay in this martial arts arena to practice the turtle's breath breathing technique.

While extolling the old and absorbing the new, drawing energy and blood, and invigorating the muscles and bones, he kept his eyes on the martial arts moves performed by everyone in the martial arts arena when they fought each other.

Unity time.

The sky is getting dark and the wind is roaring.

A few times, he wanted to take Fang Ping to drink, but Fang Ping refused. He went to the cafeteria to have a meal, and trotted all the way back to Mouse Lane.

"what is this?"

In the hut with lights like beans, Fang Ying jumped up from the bed, staring straight at the wooden basin covered with a layer of white cloth in Fang Ping's arms.

Faintly, Fang Ying smelled the smell of food.

Li Rou also stood up from the bed and scolded angrily; "This little girl believed your words yesterday and has been waiting for meat all day long."

"Mom, what you said is wrong. If I say eat meat, then eat meat."

Fang Ping put the wooden basin on the table, and lifted the white cloth, revealing a basin full of sorghum rice, with a layer of fried cabbage sprinkled on top of the cooled rice, especially the bright red braised pig's trotters, which firmly attracted everyone's attention. It caught Fang Ying's big eyes.

"It's cold, but it's okay, mother, take it to the kitchen to warm it up, we can have a hearty meal tonight."

Li Rou didn't move at all.

"Mother?" Fang Ping stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his mother.

A small hand silently reached into the rice bowl, pawing and pulling the braised pig's trotters.

Fang Ping couldn't help but control his little hand reaching into the rice bowl: "Eat it cold, you will have diarrhea!"

Fang Ying pressed and pushed her mother who was still petrified.

"Yesterday it was eggs, today it's sorghum rice and pig's trotters, Ping'er, you..."

"I know mother, you are worried about me, but I also want to tell you that our family will be able to eat meat every day from now on." Fang Ping said word by word, revealing that he was a master of martial arts and became a bodyguard master. matter.

"Second brother, you are really good." Fang Ying's small face was full of admiration, although he and she still didn't know what martial arts entry meant.

After a while.

The cold wind howled outside the house, wandering in the world like ghosts, telling the sorrows of the world.

At the dining table in the house, Fang Ying gritted her teeth and stared at the hot sorghum rice, braised pig's trotters, and fried cabbage.

"eat."

Fang Ping knew that the little girl was thinking about eating meat, so he simply split the trotters into two, gave half to Li Rou, and half to Fang Ying.

"How can I eat... Mother doesn't like meat, so you should eat it, Ping'er."

Fang Ping glanced at Fang Ying who had started to eat pig's trotters, shook his head and said with a smile, "I've already eaten a lot during the day, mother, just eat, our family will be able to eat meat every day from now on."

"Well, the second brother is amazing... mother, you should eat it." Fang Ying moaned vaguely.

"Then I can't finish eating so much." Li Rou tore off a small piece of the half-drawn pig's trotter, and put the rest into the square bowl.

Fang Ping is helpless, it is not so easy to change a person, he can only do it bit by bit.

Half an hour later, Fang Ying, who had eaten and drank enough, lay on the bed with a round belly.

After Li Rou cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, she muttered, "It would be great if your father and brother came back, Ping'er, you are promising now, and your father will smile from ear to ear when he finds out."

Fang Ping was heartbroken when he heard that. A few months ago, Lianjiabao outside the city entered the city and captured a large number of blacksmiths, including Fang Ping's father and brother. There has been no news for the past few months, and there is a high chance of an accident.

No matter what, Fang Ping wants to investigate, but he can't be too hasty. The outside of the city in the mouth of the people is full of bandits, dangers, and all kinds of poisonous insects and beasts. The demons of human internal organs exist.

No matter how chaotic outside the city, there is the most basic order, outside the city is different.

The next day, Fang Ping arrived at the bodyguard office at about 45:[-] in the morning. He received a salary of [-] yuan from the account, and Fang Ping planned to go to the black market to buy some food.

In case he stayed at the bodyguard during the day, Fang Ying and Li Rou would have to starve at home all day.

At a quarter of noon, the sun rose and the temperature rose. It was a rare fine weather. Fang Ping practiced in the martial arts arena for a while, then went to the cafeteria to eat. After eating, he was going to the black market to buy food.

"Brother Fang Ping, if you didn't invite you to drink yesterday, why don't you accompany me to the Yanyu Building in the inner city to listen to music?"

Bai Yunfei, who was born with good skin and flesh, said gracefully like a gentleman.

Fang Ping did not smile, and politely declined: "The word wine and sex is like a bone-scraping knife to martial arts. Before martial arts is not completed, I will not be affected by it."

"Oh? Brother Fang still has such perseverance. I'm not as good as you. I can't do without wine and beauty." Bai Yunfei laughed at himself coolly: "I don't drink wine, I don't listen to music. Then tell me Darts."

"I am a loose person by nature. I like to make friends and travel far and wide, so I came to Fuwei Escort Agency to work as a bodyguard. I have a bodyguard in my hand and sent it to Shibalipu two hundred miles away.

Brother Fang Ping, if you want to take a trip with me, you can get dozens of large subsidies after a trip. "

"Thanks to Young Master Bai for watching, I don't want to go out for a dart yet, let's talk about it after a while." Fang Ping will be able to accumulate enough visualization points to break through to the eighth rank after a while, and before that, he will not go out of Shanyang County half step.

"You are afraid that the ghosts and ghosts outside the city will eat you."

Bai Yunfei laughed heartily, leaned over and hugged Fang Ping's shoulders, and teased, "Don't worry, there are no monsters that eat people outside the city, and monsters don't look down on our backcountry, come with me, take a trip to the escort , I see who else dares to laugh at us."

Fang Ping distanced himself speechlessly: "I'm fine now, no one is laughing at me."

"But some people say that I, those guys in the inner city are pointing behind my back, saying that I, Bai Yunfei, am idle, wasting my time, not taking good care of my family business, and instead come to be this bodyguard..."

Young Master Bai chattered, as if he regarded Fang Ping as a bosom friend.

The silly son of the landlord's family also has troubles.

"Farewell." Fang Ping snorted and left, no matter how ambitious he was, he felt that Bai Yunfei was full.

Let him go to Mouse Lane to eat a few meals, and he will obediently return to the inner city to inherit the family property.

"I thought he would understand me." Bai Yunfei sighed. He thought that Fang Ping, from a handyman to a master of martial arts to an escort, would know the sadness in his heart and the ambition he didn't want. is left out.

……

black market.

It is also particular about entering the black market.

After Fang Ping paid two large sums of money, he successfully entered the black market. Although he had only been there two days ago, Fang Ping still felt that there were too many wolves.

This mixed black market has turned into a pure land in the outer city of Shanyang County.

In front of a stall, Fang Ping bought two catties of sorghum rice, which cost ten dollars a catty. In the Taiping era, two catties could buy a catty.

Then, Fang Ping bought a piece of bacon for twenty bucks.

"Money is becoming more and more worthless. After a long time, I'm afraid we will have to exchange things for things."

Fang Ping rushed home with the bacon in hand.

"That is……"

Outside the Mouse Alley, more than a dozen gang members looked around and chatted, seeing Fang Ping approaching with bacon and food, one gang member smiled as if seeing a prey: "Which family does the little brother belong to.

From today onwards, this area is the territory of my Black Tiger Gang. If the geese pluck their hairs, the beasts leave their skins, and hand over the bacon and food, you will be under the protection of my Black Tiger Gang. "

Fang Ping was silent for a moment: "I can give you half of the sorghum rice, okay?"

"This kid hasn't figured out the situation yet, right?" There was laughter, and someone stretched out his hand to grab the bacon.

click

Fang Ping exerted strength with five fingers and twisted the outstretched palm.