Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

"Dare to do it! Fuck him!"

A dozen people surrounded Fang Ping.

One of them didn't talk about martial arts, and hit Fang Ping on the back of the head with a sap from behind.

Fang Ping bent down to put down the grain and bacon, and when he straightened up, a handful of lime powder was spilled, and he quickly punched two people down, turned around and broke one's arm.

In an instant, screams and wailing sounded again and again.

"He...is an entry-level warrior."

The few remaining gang members figured out the situation and regretted it too late.

"It's a bit tougher. If you want revenge, you can come to the Black Tiger Gang to find me. If you don't want revenge, let's stay the course."

Fang Ping walked away.

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In the house deep in Mouse Alley, Fang Ping put down two catties of sorghum rice and a piece of bacon.

"Meat!" Fang Ying yelled weakly while lying on the bed.

"Ill?" Fang Ping touched Fang Ying's forehead with concern.

"Meat!" Fang Ying stared straight at the table.

Fang Ping: "..."

"Isn't it because I ate too much last night, I didn't have any oil in my stomach, and I had diarrhea after eating meat." Li Rou put a bowl of hot water beside the bed.

"My fault." Fang Ping blamed himself, long-term malnutrition, suffering from cold and starvation, and suddenly ate a lot of oily pig's trotters, can he not have diarrhea? Comparable to ordinary people.

"Second brother is right!" Fang Ying cleared her guilt for her second brother as soon as she opened her mouth. She would rather have diarrhea than eat meat. The meat is delicious.

"Sorghum rice." Seeing that the bag contained sorghum rice, Li Rou laughed and muttered, "One catty of sorghum rice can exchange several catties of wheat bran..."

Fang Ping pretended he didn't hear it, and he had to rush back to the Fuwei Escort. During the lunch break, he was free to move around, and he still had to stay in the Escort for the rest of the time.

Chapter 9; Chinese New Year

After Fang Ping stayed at home for half an hour, he hurried to the escort agency.

But walking out of Mouse Alley, he saw a dozen or so members of the Black Tiger Gang before, and there was an extra middle-aged man in bunts with thick and powerful arms.

"The little brother is the one who hurt my brothers?"

The middle-aged man asked with his hands clasped.

"They wanted to rob me, so I punished them a little bit and gave them a big reprimand, but they succeeded without much effort."

Fang Ping raised his brows, this middle-aged man breathed vigorously, and he was an advanced martial artist.

One of the benefits of having practiced the "Turtle's Breath Breathing Art", Fang Ping can judge the difference between ordinary people and advanced warriors from the breathing and breathing.

"That's it, that's it. These dogs don't have eyes, they offended the little brother, and they deserve the pain of flesh and blood."

The middle-aged man didn't seem to be looking for a place: "The deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang, Geng Bao."

"I heard from them that the little brother is a member of the Fuwei Escort Bureau? My Black Tiger Gang has recently established this territory and is recruiting troops everywhere. Do you want to consider coming to my Black Tiger Gang to find another job?"

"With the skill of the little brother, the position of deputy gang leader is well-deserved."

Fang Ping was stunned for a while.

The Black Tiger Gang is just one of the many small gangs in the outer city. It has no roots and no success. It lives by oppressing the low-level people in Mouse Lane.

Fang Ping rejected Geng Bao's invitation in a few words, and Fang Ping returned to the escort agency.

There are probably more than 50 escorts in the Fuwei Escort, ten escorts, and five escorts. When not flying escorts, everyone gathers in the martial arts arena to compete, practice martial arts, and exercise their physique.

Just at this moment, the two bodyguards were performing moves heartily, and their strengths were both at the eighth-rank Iron Bone Realm. The burst of strength in an instant caused a lot of vibrations in the martial arts arena, not like flesh and blood, but like Steel collides.

Fang Ping memorized these moves one by one in his mind, and used them in the visualization space at night.

Not long after, Zheng Yue appeared on the martial arts arena, and there were not many women in the bodyguard.

Zheng Yue has practiced martial arts all year round, her skin is a bit rough, but she is youthful and energetic, with slender legs, and her status is a bit special, so she attracts a lot of attention when she appears in the martial arts arena.

After a few moves with a bodyguard, the woman looked at Fang Ping who was sitting in the corner, hesitated for a while, and then stepped forward and said, "I thought you were relying on health-preserving exercises, but your boxing and kicking skills are messed up." , In actual combat, you are not much better than ordinary people, but I heard that you easily defeated Wang Wu, which makes me look at you with admiration."

What does it have to do with me whether you are impressed or not?

Fang Ping pressed with a smile.

"Let me see how it is." Zheng Yue intends to discuss with Fang Ping.

Fang Ping didn't think he had the talent to leapfrog challenges. This is still an escort agency, and he couldn't perform some routine operations in full view, so: "I won that day by luck. In fact, I don't know how to fight at all."

Zheng Yue sneered, can't fight?These words are almost enough to confuse a three-year-old child: "Turtle breath breathing...is it really good? Why did I practice all night last night and didn't gain anything?"

"Breathing is a human instinct. Everyone has their own way of breathing. The rhythm, speed, depth, and depth of breathing are different. I can't tell."

Fang Ping did not lie, he was able to break through by relying on the visualization point, and the turtle breath breathing technique only played a role in promoting it. It was not until the "turtle breath breathing technique" reached the realm of the first glimpse of the door that Fang Ping deeply felt the breath. The mystery of Nashu.

But it is not clear in words.

"It makes sense, everyone breathes differently."

Zheng Yue returned to the field with a thud, and fought with a bodyguard.

In the evening, when the cafeteria opened for dinner, Fang Ping filled the rice bowl to the brim, poured a layer of gravy on it, and served it with fried pork slices with bamboo shoots, which whetted the appetite.

Fang Ping swallowed, and returned home with the rice bowl in his arms. More than a dozen members of the Black Tiger Gang were still wandering outside the Mouse Alley, exploiting the people from head to toe when they saw them. Embezzle.

Seeing Fang Pingping, he just avoided it and nodded.

Inside the house.

Fang Ying, who drank a bowl of sorghum rice porridge at noon, was full of energy, and her face was a little rosy. Seeing that her second brother brought back a large bowl of sorghum rice and fried pork with bamboo shoots, she jumped happily.

"Ping'er, the Tiger Gang went door-to-door asking for protection fees today... Later, when they came to our house, not only did they not grab anything, they left some food and a piece of bacon. Look..." Li Rou pointed to the corner of the wall.

There was half a bag of grain and a piece of bacon there, and Li Rou didn't move.

"Is this an apology? Or do you want to bribe me to change my mind and join the Black Tiger Gang?"

Fang Ping maintained a high degree of vigilance against all unexpected things. He took out the silver needle that Li Rou usually sewed, inserted it into the bacon, and tested it in the grain.

Poisons are also expensive these days, and common poisons are nothing more than arsenic, which can be tested with silver needles.

"Let's eat."

Sitting at the dining table, Fang Ping picked out a small bowl of fried pork with bamboo shoots and gave it to Fang Ying.

"How can you spoil him like this, Ping'er, you have worked so hard all day, you should eat more food, and the two of us can just eat the staple food."

"Mom, you still don't believe me. How many times have I told you that our family will have meat every day?" Fang Ping replied pretending to be angry.

Li Rou lowered her head weakly: "Didn't mother love you..."

Unknown birds flew across the sky, straight into the sky, the sun completely disappeared on the horizon, the outer city became pitch black, and only the inner city could still see brightly lit scenes.

In the visualization space, two figures appeared in front of Fang Ping. One of them imitated Zheng Yue's moves, and the other figure's moves imitated a bodyguard in the martial arts field during the day.

The two figures attacked Fang Ping together, and Fang Ping naturally performed the "Turtle's Breath Breathing Technique". His Qi and blood surged, his bones screamed, his speed and strength increased slightly, and he fought the two figures to the end. Together.

After gaining some insight, Fang Ping practiced the "Turtle's Breath Breathing Technique" normally.

The air inhaled into the body is three to four times that of ordinary ninth-rank fighters, and the breath exhaled is also the same. Repeatedly, it can cleanse the internal organs and the dirty air between the bones and meridians.

Human beings are born in the heaven and earth, nature is anti-nurture, and they are always eroded by the filth of the world. "Turtle breath breathing technique" can strengthen the body and prolong life. One of the factors is that after the first glimpse of the door, it can spit out the filthy air in the body.

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More than ten days later, the day before the first day of the Lunar New Year, the Escort sent out a lot of New Year's goods. Fang Ping was a tripper, and received five catties of sorghum rice and an old hen. Breakthrough to two hundred points.

【Vision point: 178 points (200/178)】

"It's coming, it's coming! I'll be able to break through to the eighth rank soon."

Fang Ping went to the handyman's yard, thinking about his old love, and gave Wang Niu two catties of sorghum rice.

When he was about to go back to Mouse Lane, Bai Yunfei appeared, looked at Fang Ping complicatedly, and handed out a beautifully packaged gift box: "This is a chestnut cake from the Escort Bureau. I can't get used to it. Don't you have a younger sister? Take it back for the toothbrush festival." Bar"

"Don't want it, I didn't poison you, and I didn't have any intentions. I, Bai Yunfei, lack nothing but friends."

After speaking, Brother Young Master left with a little melancholy.

Fang Ping looked at the gift box in his hand, and went back to Mouse Lane without saying a word.

"Second brother brought delicious food again." Fang Ying yelled.

"Keep down, I'm afraid others don't know that our house has food?" Li Rou scolded.

"Chestnut cake, one... from a friend." Fang Ping unwrapped the gift box, revealing a cake that was stacked together, smelling sweet and light yellow in color.

Not to mention chestnut cakes, the lower-level people in the outer city would beg God to tell grandma if they could eat a bite of wheat bran. Fang Ying's eyes were wide open, and she didn't dare to reach out.

"Let's eat." Li Rou seemed to think of her husband and eldest son again.

"After the new year, I will ask someone to inquire about the news of my father and brother. Mother, don't stand there. Tonight is the New Year's Eve. Cut up the bacon. There is also an old hen, boil it into chicken soup, and give it to Fang Ying Bubu."

Fang Ping also wanted to make up for himself, his body was still too weak.

Chapter 10;

The night is deep.

Every household in the inner city welcomes the New Year, and the sky is also colorfully rendered by a large number of gorgeous and colorful fireworks, as bright as day.

The outer city was still lifeless, as silent as an abyss, and in the cold and dark Mouse Alley, except for the howling wind, there was no festive atmosphere at all.

In a hut lit like beans,

Fang Ping stood erect at the kitchen door like a statue, Fang Ying lay on Fang Ping's back with hands and feet together, her small face rested on Fang Ping's shoulder, with a chestnut cake in her mouth, let the taste buds slowly taste the taste .

When Fang Ying smelled the aroma of meat wafting from the kitchen, Fang Ying's saliva flowed down Fang Ping's shoulder unconsciously.

A plate of fried wild vegetables with bacon, a large pot of sorghum rice, and the old hen that Fang Ping brought back was also plucked and washed, and boiled into a pot of chicken soup.In the casserole with a layer of golden oil stains, the chicken is rotten and has a strong aroma.

Served on the table.

A family of three sat together.

"Eat, chicken legs for you."

Fang Ping put the boiled, soaked chicken legs into Fang Ying's bowl.

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inner city.

Drunken House.

The streets are filled with red lanterns, people come and go, there is an endless stream, and there are urchins wearing new clothes and holding firecrackers on the side of the road, shuttling in groups on the streets and alleys.

Everyone's face is filled with smiles, and the scene of stability and prosperity is completely different from that of the outer city.

The Zuixiang building, where there are no white people, is also full of excitement. There are three or five friends gathered together, and there are also relatives and friends asking for a drink. In the private room on the third floor by the window, a few young people sit at a table, comment and talk freely. ideal.

Suddenly one person toasted: "Miss Zheng Yue is willing to show her face. I can't help but be overjoyed. I have also admired the illustrious reputation of Chief Escort Zheng for a long time. From now on, let's get together more."

The young man who got up was about 20 years old, with a straight face, a dignified appearance, and a gorgeous robe.

Bai Yunfei looked at Zheng Yue who was dragged by him with a smile. This is his small circle, and everyone present here is the leader of the young generation in the inner city, with a deep background and a lot of money.

Although Zheng Yue came from an outer city, but with the strength of the eighth grade of martial arts, his grandfather is also the head of the Fuwei Escort Bureau, so he is qualified to participate in this party, and he has been recognized as it should be.

Receiving Bai Yunfei's gaze, Zheng Yue stood up and responded to the young man in Chinese clothes: "Thanks to brother Zhao for looking up to me, I respect you by doing it first."

She did it briskly.

"Hahaha, have fun!" Zhao Ziming also drank it down.

"Sister Zheng Yue is at the eighth rank of Martial Arts, we can learn from each other in our free time."

Sun Siyan, who spoke, had a pleasant voice, and a standard melon-seeded face was soft and soft, touching people's hearts.

Zheng Yue felt ashamed when she saw it, and felt a little jealous involuntarily.