In those years, the cultivators we cut together

That night, Lin Xiaolu had a delicious meal with Xiao Yuer and Senior Sister Miaoxin in the dining hall, as if to welcome Xiaolu triumphantly, Hou San'er and the outer disciples of the dining hall did their best , all kinds of delicacies were brought up, and then desperately fed to Lin Xiaolu, and Lin Xiaolu was bragging with them all over the world, spitting, dancing, and blowing for almost an hour. Sour to finish.

It wasn't until late at night that this happy dinner was over, Lin Xiaolu also returned to her small yard, and after parting from Senior Sister Miaoxin and her younger sister, she washed herself with Xichen Dan and climbed into the familiar little bed.

And when he lay down, the forced smile on his face gradually dissipated.

Late at night is always charming, the lights are bright, and after the excitement of laughter and laughter, it is easy for people to think of other things during the quiet time before going to bed, either recalling the past, or looking forward to the future, or, Just plain random thinking.

This was the case for Lin Xiaolu tonight. He thought that he would start casting knives with a sledgehammer tomorrow, and he had some small expectations. At the same time, he thought of Uncle Zhang Yong's taciturn, but honest and honest smiling face.

To be honest, he has not known Zhang Yong for a long time, less than a month, but every time he thinks of the scene of brother Zhang Yong lying in a pool of blood, he will feel a sense of grief that is almost suffocating .

At this moment, at the age of eight, he began to think about it uncontrollably, thinking that if Uncle Zhang Yong could have the same strength as himself, then he should not have to die.

But brother Zhang Yong’s martial arts training time must be longer than his own. The hardships he endured may not be as severe as his own, but the sum must be more than his own. However, facing the immortal cultivator, he still looks like a tiger made of paper , vulnerable.

I can have what I am today, although it is also the result of my own hard work, but the role of tiger blood is indeed the majority.

If, if Uncle Zhang Yong also drank the tiger's blood, and endured it, and possessed super strength and body, then he shouldn't have to die.

But can Uncle Zhang Yong bear it?

Lin Xiaolu was not sure.

He was lying on the bed, looking at the beams hidden in the darkness in front of him, listening to the cicadas and frogs outside the house, imagining that he invented a method of improving the body without the blood of monsters, and then taught it to the warriors of the world. Let everyone have the power to protect themselves.

At that time, as long as everyone is not lazy, as long as he is diligent, down-to-earth, and willing to work hard, he can break the monopoly of the immortal cultivators, sit on an equal footing with the immortal cultivators, gain the same powerful strength as them, and become an era of equality between humans and immortals.

In that case...how wonderful~

The young boy suffered from insomnia, lying on the soft bed tossing and turning, but he just couldn't fall asleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the tragic scene of Uncle Zhang Yong's death. He was so angry that he slapped himself. scolded himself:

"Lin Xiaolu, can you still have some backbone? Uncle Zhang Yong died heroically. He is a real man. You have to learn from him. You have to look forward and keep working hard. You always worry about what a man you are in the past!"

After speaking, he picked up the blanket and covered his head, forcing himself to fall asleep.

And not long after, Lin Xiaolu suddenly burst into tears uncontrollably, not the kind of crying that shed tears slowly, but the kind of crying that burst out suddenly and suddenly couldn't be controlled.

He curled up in the blanket alone, covered his head, choked up and cried and twitched.

With an extreme personality, the more he cried, the more angry he became, and the angrier he became, the more he scolded himself.

"Why are you crying? Have you never seen a dead person! You are so timid! How can you go out and kill people in the future? You are not a man anymore!"

He cried more and more sadly, scolding himself while crying, in fact, he didn't know why he was crying, he just felt that crying was a shameful thing, but he just couldn't control it, no matter how much he could hold back the tears Flow out.

As a young man, he still doesn't understand that the tears he shed at this moment are actually because of his despair that he will never see Uncle Zhang Yong again, the humiliation of warriors in the world who are like ants when they face monks, and the awe of the loss of life !

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"Bang!"

The huge hammer swung down with all its strength, and it hit the bronze vessel that was burnt red by the spiritual fire. Sparks splashed and at the same time, Lin Xiaolu's palms were numb and his muscles trembled.

"Every time you swing the hammer, you must exert all your strength. Don't hold back your hands. Use this kind of shock to exercise your muscles and beat your knife!"

In the cave, Li Mingru was holding a wine gourd, and smilingly looked at the boy in front of him who was sweating profusely with his shirt on and wearing a weight.

He placed several expensive flint stones under the coffin-shaped bronze vessel. The blazing spiritual fire was continuously heating the bronze vessel, and the entire cave was illuminated by fire.

Li Mingru sat in a transparent cover that insulated from the heat, and while drinking, he leisurely supervised Lin Xiaolu's practice.

At this moment, the temperature in the cave is very high due to the burning of the spiritual fire, and the eight-year-old Lin Xiaolu bears a load of five hundred catties like this. He smashed it down with all his strength, every time he used his breastfeeding strength, the sweat on his body dripped down like a waterfall, and he always looked like he was going to be dehydrated and collapsed at any time.

And Li Mingru has been paying attention to his situation. Every time when he can't hold on anymore, he shoots a water polo from his palm and hits Lin Xiaolu to replenish water for him in time.

"Bang!"

There was another loud bang, and the iron handle of the hammer began to bend slightly due to the impact of the huge force, but the bronze vessel remained motionless, and Lin Xiaolu was even more tired and began to pant heavily.

Under his feet, sweat had formed a puddle, and his palm-sized face began to turn slightly pale.

This is the exercise plan that Li Mingru set for him—every morning, while wearing horseback riding and carrying weights, within two hours, swing the hammer with all his strength [-] times!

While compressing the density of bronze wares to make weapons, Lin Xiaolu's core strength of waist and abdomen and arm muscles were exercised. Through the countershock of hammer and bronze wares, he vibrated his whole body muscles and internal organs, so as to improve his physique again!

Soon, amidst the deafening beating sound again and again, two hours gradually passed. Li Mingru looked at the sweating boy in front of him, and his eyes were full of satisfaction.

He could tell that Lin Xiaolu hadn't been lazy for a while, he had hammered ten thousand times, each time he exerted all his strength, and his horse gait was very steady, without any slack.

And the most commendable thing is that during this period, Lin Xiaolu didn't cry bitterly, and didn't even hum.

Li Mingru was getting more and more satisfied, and couldn't help cursing in his heart:

Damn, the more you look at this little guy, the more pleasing to the eye, how can he endure hardships so much, he looks too much like him when he was young, and his appearance is also comparable to his handsome appearance when he was young. Maybe he can inherit the number one show in China in the future, no!It is the title of the most handsome man in China!

At noon, the practice of [-] hammers finally came to an end.

Lin Xiaolu, who was almost exhausted, put on his clothes and walked down the mountain step by step from the top of the mountain.

His little hand could no longer clenched a fist because of the constant vibration.

His arm also became sore and swollen due to the constant shock, and it hurt when he moved it.

His two short legs became unbearably painful because of the horse gait for two hours at a time. Several times when he walked halfway, his knees suddenly gave way and he almost knelt on the ground.

In short, there is not a good place left all over the body.

This made him resentful as he walked.

The boss's practice method is really getting more and more perverted. After hammering for a whole morning, the bronze vessel is only dented a little bit. If he continues to practice this level of hard work every day, won't he be even better in the future?At that time, I will be invincible at a young age, and if I can't find an opponent, then won't I have no goal to fight for?

Hey~ The troubles of the strong~ It's really nerve-wracking.