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Chen Ping's breathing suddenly became stagnant.

This is an instinct, just like when a boy in Tsing Yi and a girl in a pink skirt meet Zhigui, it doesn't even have much to do with the level of the realm, it is purely a powerful suppression of momentum.

Pure Wufu, probably to some extent, the essence of the word pure is here.

The vassal king Song Changjing used to be in the government office of the small town, and he did nothing to make Liu Baqiao, a swordsman who was in a good state, feel that his whole body was being pricked by needles.

A loud bang.

Just as Chen Pingan wanted to make some moves to prevent accidents, the whole person flew upside down and slammed into the wall of the bamboo building. , There was blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The old man who kicked Chen Ping'an in the abdomen, with his arms around his chest, looked down at the miserable boy in straw sandals from a height, and said with a sneer, "It's really courting death if you dare to be distracted when confronting people."

Chen Pingan reached out to wipe the corner of his mouth, let out a mouthful of foul air, and stood by the wall, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The old man said indifferently: "The world only says that there are nine realms in martial arts, but I don't know that there are great scenery above the nine realms. You have only touched the threshold of the third realm for a while, but in fact, even the cornerstone of the second realm has been broken. If the old man does not show up, you In order to pursue the speed of breaking the realm, once you enter the third realm, I am afraid that the foundation of future achievements in the nine realms will be destroyed. Martial arts, there is absolutely no room for any flamboyance. What you did before is not bad, but it is far from enough because you If you disperse the breath in one place, you will do poorly."

Chen Ping's breathing gradually became smoother. After all, he is a young man who has never slackened in tempering his body for a moment.If secular warriors like Zhu He could get such an evaluation, they would be so excited that they would burst into tears on the spot.

Chen Pingan has not yet understood these twists and turns, but said in a trembling voice: "I have been taught."

The old man stepped out, and the whole bamboo building shook slightly. Li Xisheng's intangible characters drawn on the green bamboo were slightly visible, and there was a burst of imperceptible light, just like the moonlight bottle poured on the surface of the stream back then. The scene is particularly moving.

The old man thought about it, but he ignored these foreign things, fixed his eyes on Chen Pingan, and revealed the secret: "The mud embryo realm is to find the innate qi, build the framework of the martial arts cottage, the qi is a pillar, and the qi is a high wall, but it can be done in one go." Before, it was necessary to disperse the qi completely, and remove all the filthy qi accumulated in the day after tomorrow, even the aura of heaven and earth, and get rid of pure warriors. Those Qi practitioners on the mountain were sneaky and sneaky, but in the end they just became watchdogs who depended on others."

Chen Ping'an only knew half of what he heard, and deep down in his heart, he didn't fully agree with what the old man said.

The corners of the old man’s mouth curled up, and he sneered, “The second realm is commonly known as the Mutai Realm, but I think it’s better to say that it’s the Kaishan Realm. There are gods on the mountain and gods on the mountain. A martial artist just wants to split this mountain with his fist. If you fight well, your future achievements will never be lost to the Buddha's invincible body of Vajra, or the Taoist's glazed body. My generation of warriors can also refine a solid and extreme physique. As for the military, hehe, neither fish nor fowl , the method adopted is both like a thief and a shortcut, which is extremely ridiculous.”

Military strategists do have a shortcut to the sky. In addition to being able to invite gods down the mountain and possess them, they can also warm and nourish a heroic spirit on the battlefield in the Qi Palace. Physique, like a Taoist alchemy melting pot, where water and fire blend, belongs to another path, and is an extremely powerful method, but in the mouth of this sloppy old man, the number of military strategists is simply not worth mentioning, and his tone is really scary .

The old man hooked his fingers at Chen Pingan, "Come on, come on, the old man will suppress the realm on the three realms. You use all your strength to beat the old man to death. If you can beat the old man to move half a step, you will win."

Chen Pingan hesitated.

He didn't understand the situation at all. From the old man's inexplicable appearance, claiming to be Cui Chan's grandfather, to the inexplicable start of the fight now, Chen Pingan was at a loss. With Cui Chan's current status, he needed himself, a half-baked Mr. Protect and the old man himself said that there is no shortcut to martial arts, and his talent is poor. Chen Pingan dare not expect to be able to reach half of Cui Chan's height in this life. Isn't the old man's statement contradictory?

The old man said displeased: "With your kind of heart, it's really boring. If you want to hit, you can hit it. What's the matter, I want this old man to kneel down and beg you to punch me?"

The stubborn side of Chen Pingan's character was finally revealed, and he still maintained a defensive posture, motionless.

The old man's eyes were deep and dim, "I just want to ask you, do you want to enter the three realms, and it is one of the best three realms in the world?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said without hesitation: "Think"

The old man turned his head slightly, stretched out his finger, and pointed at his own head, with an extremely domineering expression, "Then beat your temper here, it's not to my liking, but for the sake of the scum, I'll give you one more time." Opportunity, if you play with some momentum, I will give you a hand and let you experience the true three-dimensional style for yourself."

Chen Pingan said slowly: "That's really hitting me and I won't keep my punches."

The old man laughed loudly and said: "Stop talking nonsense, little girl, why did you come out of your house? You are such a cowardly person with no handles in the crotch. Your parents must be cowards."

Chen Ping'an burst into anger spontaneously.

People who seem to be kind to others and have a soft heart must have a hard-hearted state of mind. In a life of suffering, they firmly support that seemingly stupid kindness.

That's the case with Mud Bottle Alley Boys.

Traveling thousands of miles all the way, practicing boxing day and night without stopping.

Chen Ping took a step forward, and in an instant, he exploded at an astonishing speed. He came in front of the old man, and hit the old man's forehead with a punch with his right hand.

It seemed like a punch, but in the end there were two bangs.

Moments later, Chen Pingan took a few steps back, his arms drooping, and then retreated again and again.

It turned out that after the first punch hit the old man's forehead, Chen Pingan's left arm was severely hurt by the huge rebound force, but at the same time, his force burst out, followed by a stronger left fist, which hit the ground again. on the head of the old man.

It's a pity that after two punches, the old man remained motionless and yawned with a bored and hateful look. Looking at the embarrassment of the young man not far away, the old man sneered: "Your punch with all your strength is just to scratch it. Is this old man your daughter-in-law? You are my daughter-in-law who said that you are a little girl without handles, it is true. If this old man is your parents, I will die of anger."

Chen Ping's face was gloomy.

"Why, your parents are dead"

The old man let out a groan, pretending to be stunned and said: "That's even better, you will definitely be so angry that you will come back to life."

After the severe pain, Chen Pingan's arms were completely numb and lost consciousness, but Chen Pingan still walked forward quickly. This time, he jumped high, twisted his waist, and hit the left side of the old man's head with a whip leg. Except for the dull sound, The old man was still the same, Chen Ping took advantage of the situation to turn around in the air, and threw the second whip kick on the right side of the old man's head.

This time, after Chen Pingan landed, his feet were weak, his shoulders went up and down, and he stabilized his figure several times.

The old man stared at the crippled boy with an idiot look on his face, and asked: "Since the left leg has suffered enough, why should the right leg exert more force the second time, don't you know it hurts?"

Chen Pingan did not speak, his face was snow-white, his shoulders fluctuated, and his legs must have been seriously injured.

The old man nodded, "It seems that this is your bottleneck. It's really disappointing."

Chen Pingan charged forward for the third time, moving forward with the six parts of the Shaking Mountain Fist. Although the speed was a bit slower than the previous two times, the momentum did not decrease at all.The old man froze for a moment, stood where he was, and waited quietly.

After walking the pile countless times, the spirit of Shaking Mountain Fist has long been integrated into Chen Pingan's soul. Even if his hands and feet are injured, when he starts to walk the pile, he is still as powerful as a rainbow.

After the pale but resolute young man skilfully walked the punching pole, he tiptoed, jumped high, raised his head, and slammed down on the old man's forehead heavily.

The boy fell backwards and fell to the ground, breathing heavily, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Smart people will retreat in the face of difficulties. You are far behind. But you are not smart, that's right. If you want to be a pure martial artist, you don't need to be too smart, and you will be mistaken by being smart. For this reason, the old man"

Only then did the old man flash a look of admiration, and he walked forward step by step, smiling all over his face, and said, "A kick to you"

Lightning kicked out with a very small range, just enough to hit the side of Chen Pingan's temple on the ground.

Chen Ping tried his best to raise one arm to block that fierce and dangerous kick.

In the end, the arm was close to the head, and the whole person was kicked and hit the foot of the wall, curled up there, and there was pain everywhere in the whole body.

The old man stood where he was, looking down at the poor young man, "I have already thoroughly figured out your martial arts foundation, just now is the appetizer, and the next step is the real pain. You go outside to say hello, and prepare a big bucket in the near future , the best warming and tonic medicinal materials, the best wound medicine, and of course it is best to prepare a coffin, haha, I am afraid that you will hang yourself if you don’t think about it. That’s good, the family will be reunited underground.”

Chen Pingan had to rest for a long time before he could barely get up and limped out of the house. In the corridor outside the house, he saw the boy in green clothes and the girl in pink skirt looking at each other, as well as the fairy in white clothes who was slightly gloating. Seeing the distressed Chen Pingan, Wei Bo held back his smile and said, "I'm going to prepare high-quality medicine pots, medicinal materials, plasters, panacea and so on. Don't worry, Niujiaoshan Baozhai has everything. As for money, I'll help you first, and when you have money, you don't have to worry about it, but friends are friends, and if you're in business, you still have to charge a little interest."

Chen Pingan squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, nodded, waited until Wei Bo disappeared, and sat down in the corridor with his back against the wall.

The little boy in Tsing Yi asked softly: "Master, is practicing boxing hard?"

Chen Ping sat slumped on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably, and said bitterly, "It's so hard."

Chen Ping's walking and standing in the wind and snow, all the children in Tsing Yi saw in their eyes, and thought that with Chen Ping's second-level martial arts physique, he could not do anything to endure the suffering, it was too painful, It's not the kind where someone's arm is cut off with a slap, blood dripping, and crying loudly.It's another kind of blunt knife cutting flesh, and every breath is like drinking the wind and eating the knife.

But if even Chen Pingan felt the pain, the little boy in Tsing Yi couldn't imagine the suffering.

The girl in the pink skirt turned her head and choked up silently.

About half an hour later, the old man sitting cross-legged in the room stood up and said in a deep voice, "Chen Pingan, start practicing boxing."

Chen Pingan sighed, pushed the door open and entered, the boy in Tsing Yi swallowed, and helped close the door gently, not even daring to look at the old man.

After closing the door, the little boy in Tsing Yi jumped onto the railing and sat down, very melancholy.

Thinking that I have dominated the rivers and lakes in Yujiang for hundreds of years, and I am a well-known hero in the entire Huangting Kingdom. Will go out to pee, will accidentally splash some gods, and then punch someone to death

This is not in line with Lao Tzu's expectation that he should kill the Quartet when he walks the rivers and lakes.

The little boy in Tsing Yi cried and slammed his hands on the railing hard, dying of annoyance.

The girl in the pink skirt was on the first floor, helping to light the fire with the mountain god Weibo, and cooked a large vat of medicinal soup, which was fragrant.

The medicinal materials in this big vat are not expensive, and if converted into silver, it would cost Wei Bo 8 taels of Liwen silver.

If you are poor and rich in literature and martial arts, the ancients will not deceive me.

Of course, the vast majority of warriors in the world would definitely not spend a lot of money like Wei Bo, otherwise, no matter how strong their family was, they would be wiped out.

In the room on the second floor of the bamboo building, the old man glanced at the young man who was still in good spirits, "In addition to helping you completely dissipate your breath, this old man will also temper your body and soul at the same time. As long as you persist until the end, the second realm breaks the third realm, and luck will come naturally." If it’s good, it’s not impossible to reach the Four Realms.”

With any luck.

After Chen Pingan heard this sentence, he felt that there was no such thing as a certainty.

The old man smiled and said: "From now on, the old man will pay attention to the strength of each shot, so that you won't feel unbearable at the beginning, but at the end of the day, hehe, you will experience it by yourself."

Chen Pingan had an ominous premonition.

The old man restrained his smile, and his mood suddenly calmed down, and he slowly put out a simple and vicissitudes of life, "When the old man was young, he liked to travel far and wide. He never carried magical weapons, and he only relied on a pair of fists to fight all over the mountains. , I once watched the celestial master beating the drum to announce the spring. According to legend, in ancient times, the god of thunder drove the drum and beat the drum to frighten the evil spirits in the world, arouse the turbidity and promote the clear."

The old man's face was calm, "After observing the old man once, I realized something, and realized this style, which is called the God-man Beating the Drum Style."

Chen Ping listened carefully, not daring to miss a single word.

The reason is simple, suffering is not in vain

The old man sternly said: "Boy stand firm, take ten punches first."

There was a crisp sound of firecrackers cracking inside the bamboo building.

The continuous ten punches hit ten places on Chen Pingan's body one by one, exerting great force to ventilate the air, causing the air to be turbulent, like a broom passing by, and dust was everywhere.

After retracting his fist, the old man smiled strangely.

Chen Pingan, who was prepared for the worst, was a little surprised at first, thinking that the old man's punches were not heavy, and the punches on his body were completely bearable.

Then in an instant, Chen Pingan suddenly bled from his orifices, fell to the ground, and began to roll.

Chen Ping bit his lips tightly, not letting himself cry out.

When practicing boxing, in addition to hearing from Zhu He that in the early stage of martial arts training, you should not drink alcohol to hurt your body, you have also heard many times that you should not let your breath fall. Chen Ping finally learned a little bit about boxing and cherished it very much. To this day, he still insists on it. unremitting.Even after hearing that Lin Shouyi knew about the great fortune in A Liang's jug afterwards, Chen Pingan never regretted anything.

The old man watched the young man rolling around, and said with a sneer, "How about it, it tastes good, right? The number of times is enough, and the same will be smashed to pieces for you."

After the old man said this, his expression was a little dazed.

When he was at the peak of martial arts, he always wanted to know one thing.

If the Taoist Buddha is willing not to fight back, then he will be able to support hundreds of punches and he will be able to hand out hundreds of punches if he keeps accumulating this posture.

The old man quickly came back to his senses and explained: "Don't worry, the old man's ten punches were skillful. They didn't hurt your body, but only hit your soul. If you grit your teeth, you will probably be able to survive it."

The young man rolled a stick of incense on the ground for half a stick, then sat on the ground relying on the breathing and breathing taught by old man Yang, and the luck method taught by A Liang, and then slowly got up after a stick of incense, covered in sweat, Like a drowned rat just landed.

The old man nodded and said with a smile: "It seems that ten punches are not bad, so let's talk about fifteen punches."

After a while, Chen Pingan continued to roll on the ground, this time hitting the base of the wall, so that his head hit the wall without knowing it.

Chen Pingan lay on the ground for two sticks of incense, unable to sit up, let alone stand up and speak harshly to the old man.

old man watching

The subtle changes in the qi in the young man continued: "Martial arts and martial arts are also the great way. Qi practitioners always look down on pure martial arts, only talk about martial arts but not martial arts, and think that martial arts can never reach the height of Dao. This old man just doesn't believe in evil."

"The old man went to look through hundreds of classics, and one day he read a passage in which a graceful woman was depicted on the page. The law of heaven, the rain fell without authorization, and her golden body was detained on a platform for beating the gods, and she endured it day and night. Among the imperial edicts issued by the emperor of heaven, there was the word "self-made and self-received". Unable to calm down, I went outside, and it was raining heavily, and the old man punched the rain curtain back ten feet upwards."

"That's why this old man's punch is called Yunzheng Daze style"

The old man quietly stood beside the young man, stepped on Chen Ping'an's abdomen, and said with a sneer, "If you can't get up, just lying down will let you know the beauty of this punch."

In Chen Ping's sea of ​​air, there was a bang, as if a drastic change was coming.

At that time, he followed Cui Dongshan back to Huang Tingguo from the Great Sui Dynasty, passing through a land of great water, the mist rose, which was very spectacular. From Cui Dongshan's polite words, he knew the Weiwei atmosphere called Yunshang Daze.But the beautiful scenery is beautiful scenery. After enduring the old man's rapid trampling and experiencing the ups and downs brought about by this picture scroll in his own body, it is really worthy of the name "I want to die". The sea was skyrocketing and floating, and Chen Ping'an felt that his heart was broken, and he was going to spit out all his internal organs in the next moment.

Every time the sea of ​​qi in his body rises, Chen Pingan seems to be lifted up by someone, his body bounces off the ground, and then falls to the ground, and so on.

In the end, the old man seemed to feel that the bouncing young man was an eyesore, so he stepped on it again, "Determine me"

Chen Ping'an was firmly trampled on the ground by that foot, the boy's limbs twitched, his face was ferocious, and his eyes were cloudy.

I saw countless extremely tiny blood beads on Chen Ping'an's body, slowly oozing out from the pores of his skin, and finally condensed into pieces.

The old man shouted angrily: "Chen Ping'an listened to the tone of the beginning of martial arts, and you have already found it. Could it be that it is used as a pretense that a man cannot move, so why is this tone unstoppable?"

Chen Ping was in a daze, vaguely heard the old man's shouting, almost instinctively in the lake of his heart, he spoke silently, giving orders, let the mysterious energy that was like a fire dragon run on its own, and wanted to go He can go wherever he wants, because he really can't control his body and limbs, and he can't even control a single finger at the moment.

The old man lowered his head and looked intently. In his sight, a Qi machine that was no thicker than a silk thread, like a fire dragon, began to rush wildly through the meridians in his chest. He laughed and said, "Okay."

The old man withdrew his foot, held back with one hand, and flicked his fingers at Chen Pingan with the other, "I once watched the confrontation between the two armies on the top of the mountain. The biggest one, that battle can be said to be the swan song of a hundred years on the battlefield, the old man realized it with a punch, which is called the iron cavalry chisel formation."

Every time the old man flicked his fingers lightly, Chen Ping'an had to forcibly break a rib.

This was the first time that Chen Pingan wailed because of pain.

Because the real pain is not only in the physical body, but also in the depths of the soul.

The boy in Tsing Yi who was sitting on the railing outside the corridor was so frightened that he almost fell down.The girl in the pink skirt downstairs, lost her mind, suddenly squatted on the ground and hugged her head, not daring to listen anymore.

Finally, looking at the young man who had passed out completely, the old man walked towards the door with a blank face, opened the door, and said to the trembling boy in Tsing Yi: "Take him downstairs, throw him directly into the medicine bucket to soak, clothes in straw sandals You don’t need to take them off, don’t underestimate the weight. For Chen Pingan at the moment, if you want to stabilize your realm, you can’t touch them. Also, remember to tell that very pink mountain god, don’t add to the snake, add What kind of panacea, otherwise the old man doesn't care, but this kid's suffering today is worthless."

After seeing the old man, he listened to the instructions, and the little boy in Tsing Yi was so frightened that he didn't even dare to go up the stairs, so he just jumped down and went down.He only dared to let a girl in a pink skirt move Chen Pingan, but he himself did not dare to pass by the old man.

But when he got downstairs, after reminding Wei Bo that he didn't need to do anything, he ran all the way to the girl in the pink skirt outside the door without saying a word. Before she could, he bravely walked into the house and carried the bloody Chen Pingan on his back.

Put Chen Pingan carefully into the medicine barrel,

The girl in the pink skirt with tears all over her face asked in a low voice, "God Wei Shan, is my master really alright?"

Wei Bo looked at Chen Pingan, who was unconscious, "If you can persevere to the end, you'll be fine. If you give up halfway, not only will you fail, but you may have many sequelae, such as being stuck in the second or third realm of martial arts for the rest of your life. It is too strong, and if you want to raise the level as a whole, it is like a child lifting a stone pier, it cannot be done."

The girl in the pink skirt was a little confused.

The little boy in Tsing Yi walked out of the house alone, sat on the bamboo chair outside the house, put his hands on his cheeks, and was in a daze.

In the dusk, Chen Pingan, who was soaked in the medicine barrel before, was like a poor man who was having a nightmare and couldn't wake up. Lying on the bucket in sweat, she was afraid that the master would die from pain, that the master would drown, and that the master would not wake up after falling asleep, so she stared wide-eyed, but in fact, she couldn't do anything.

As night fell, the girl in the pink skirt walked out of the first floor with a little peace of mind, and sat on the bamboo chair next to the boy in Tsing Yi.

The two were silent for a long time, and the little boy in Tsing Yi suddenly said softly: "Silly girl, I have decided, I really really want to practice hard."

The girl in the pink skirt was not very interested, and said weakly: "Why didn't you say that our cultivation only depends on talent, and you also said that if you lie down, your realm can skyrocket."

The little boy in Tsing Yi lowered his head for the first time, "I don't want to go down the mountain every time I meet someone who can kill me with one punch."

Girls in pink skirts find it difficult.But today, her master is already in such a miserable situation, she doesn't want to hit the guy next to her anymore, after all, it's still the first month of the new year.

He raised his head and raised his fist, "I want to win those guys, two punches can kill me"

The girl in the pink skirt is a little awkward, and always feels weird.

Aiming high doesn't seem right.Short-sightedness doesn't seem right either.

The little boy in Tsing Yi encouraged himself, "I am such a hero who pays attention to the morals of the world. I don't want to meet those guys again and again. I can only hide behind Chen Pingan. I am so sorry for my title of Yujiang Chivalrous Young Lord. I Let Chen Pingan know that I am really loyal, not just talking about it."

This time, the girl in the pink skirt stretched out a small fist sincerely, and waved it lightly: "Come on!"

Until this moment, the little boy in Tsing Yi, who looked down on the fire python from the bottom of his heart, suddenly had some feelings in his heart, this silly girl, she was a bit stupid, but she was quite cute and lovable.

He suddenly returned to the virtue of a hippie smile, and asked with a mean smile: "Silly girl, what you said last time, have you thought about it? Be my little wife, and get out of bed together if you have nothing to do. I like you, but secular couples, matchmaker’s words, and marriage between fingers can all be cultivated. As long as you like me, it’s fine, and sincerity is as good as gold and stone, one day, I will become like you I like you so much, you're flattered to think about it, right?"

The girl in the pink skirt was about to cry, "You stink and shameless, I'm going to sue the master"

"Our master is sleeping, so he can't take care of you."

The little boy in Tsing Yi said cheerfully: "You don't even know how to catch a big pie falling on your head, forget it, forget it, you're such a silly girl, only Chen Ping'an has never seen the world, so she treats you as a treasure. I will give you at most one high-grade snake gallstone."

The girl in the pink skirt puffed up her cheeks and said angrily, "Please call me Master!"

The little boy in Tsing Yi fell silent all of a sudden, put his hands on the back of his head, looked into the distance, and said softly: "Yes, Chen Ping'an is our master."

Chen Pingan woke up in the middle of the night, walking without hindrance, but the weather in his body was terrible, but the ribs that were broken for some reason had been connected, of course he hadn't healed yet, but it was enough to see that the 8 taels spent by Wei Bo was amazing. It's a waste of time, but in fact, if someone else buys it from Baobaozhai, they may not even be able to get the 16 taels of silver. This is the worth of Zhengshen Beiyue.

Chen Pingan put on brand new clothes and dared not go out of the bamboo building. The girl in the pink skirt kindly moved a small bamboo chair, and Chen Pingan sat quietly near the threshold.

He didn't say anything, and sat until the sun rose, and practiced the sword furnace stakes, and then got up and went to the small bed on the first floor to lie down and sleep.

That afternoon, the old man opened his eyes and stood up, and said in a deep voice, "Start to practice boxing. Today I only exercise my soul, and let you save the chaff from the chaff."

Chen Pingan woke up with his eyes open, sighed, and walked up to the second floor room silently.

Afterwards, he was carried away from the second floor by the boy in Tsing Yi. After waking up again in the middle of the night, Chen Pingan ate a meal. Even though he didn't have the slightest appetite, Chen Pingan still swallowed it forcefully. After a few times, the dishes all fell back to the plate, and the girl in the pink skirt burst into tears.

The little boy in Tsing Yi just buried himself in the food.

This time Chen Pingan took a short rest, sat by the door, practiced the sword furnace with trembling hands, and went to sleep soon.

For a whole ten days, three days to temper the mind and soul, one day to beat the body.

Every time the old man makes a move, he is just right, and it is guaranteed that Chen Pingan will suffer more than the day before, so there is no possibility of getting used to it or getting used to the pain.

Chen Ping'an became more and more silent, and he often didn't say a word when he was awake all day.

Occasionally, when a girl in a pink skirt asked something, or wanted to make her master happy, Chen Ping smiled and shook his head or something at first, then frowned, and the last time his face was full of anger, although it was obvious that Chen Ping Ping An was restraining himself, but the boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in pink skirt were frightened beyond measure.

At that time, Chen Pingan hesitated to speak, his lips moved slightly, but he never said anything. He went to lie down on the bed and closed his eyes.

The little boy in Tsing Yi once tentatively asked Wei Bo how much pain Chen Pingan felt when he was beaten.

Wei Bo thought for a while, and said that the pain Chen Pingan suffered on the first day was probably that of an ordinary person, who chopped up ten fingers with a knife, the kind that even the bones and meat were chopped into meat sauce, and he had to let himself Try to stay awake.It got worse every day after that.

Just the first day.

After that, the little boy in Tsing Yi never asked such questions again.

He started to practice.

Become more diligent than girls in pink skirts.

On this day, Chen Pingan was sitting on a bamboo chair in the night, leaning against the back of the chair. Wei Bo came slowly and stood beside him, watching the bright moon hanging in the night sky with him.

Chen Pingan asked hoarsely: "Wei Bo, can you please ask me why Master Ruan succeeded in forging a sword?"

Wei Bo couldn't laugh this time, so he just sighed, nodded and said, "I'll ask, I agreed in advance that Ruan Qiong's casting of the sword this time was his first move after leaving Fengxue Temple, so it must be very difficult. Pay attention, so Ruan Qiong probably doesn't want to be distracted, and may not be able to reply to me."

Chen Pingan hummed.

Chen Pingan no longer cared about spending money like running water. In the first few days, he would keep accounts silently in his heart, but then he completely lost the thought.

Recently, the girl in pink skirt and the boy in Tsing Yi left Chen Pingan alone, intentionally or not, and did not bother him.

When Chen Ping got up, he said softly: "Tell them for me, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, but sometimes, I really can't help it."

Wei Bo asked, "Why don't you say it yourself?"

Chen Ping was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "I don't know why, it seems that just thinking about this matter will make me very tired. I'm afraid that after I said that sentence, I won't be able to continue practicing boxing tomorrow."

Wei Bo nodded and said, "It's a bit mysterious, but I can barely understand it. Don't worry, I will explain it to you, and they will understand."

In the world of martial arts practice, I am afraid that there are not many martial arts masters. It is normal to practice a few times at intervals, but it is definitely not many to suffer this kind of hardship every day.

The old man stood quietly under the eaves of the second floor. After hearing the conversation between the two, he just smiled and turned back to sit down in the house.

Wei Bo couldn't fully understand it, it was normal, because the old man's punching itself was a kind of "god-man beating the drum style" that was constantly accumulating, and it was a hidden tempering on a deeper level.

Tempering the body, cleaning the meridians, cutting the marrow and regenerating the bone is the first step, and strengthening the courage and the soul is the second step. The real test is to tap the heart. The old man is like using a sharp awl again and again, Nailed hard into the heart of a young man, one can imagine the taste of it.

In fact, the old man was also very surprised. Firstly, the young man has not lost his mind yet, and is still gritting his teeth, unwilling to say the phrase "I won't practice boxing anymore".The second is the mystery of this bamboo building, which is really wonderful.

Chen Pingan lay on the bed, rolled up the quilt, curled up, faced the wall, and covered his mouth with one hand.

Between the fingers, there was a whimper.

It's another ten days.

In this ten days, the catastrophe suffered has become even more tragic.

Among them, the old man asked Chen Pingan to do the skinning and cramping by himself.

One night, Chen Pingan, who was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, sat on a bamboo chair, stood up suddenly, swayed slightly, and walked towards the cliff outside the door.

He seems to want to practice the pile walking that he hasn't practiced for a long time, but after one pass, he can only give up.

Chen Pingan turned his head blankly and looked towards the direction of the town, his lips trembling, wanting to cry or not.

He suddenly asked: "Wei Bo, I know you are nearby, can you bring me a jug of wine?"

Wei Bo nodded, "I have it in me."

An unsealed jug slowly fell from the height in front of Chen Pingan's eyes. After Chen Pingan reached out to catch it, he turned his head to look at the bamboo building, "Can you drink it?"

A sneer sounded from the second floor, "Drinking a drink is nothing. If you have the ability, you will be proud of breaking your wrist with Taoist Buddha."

Chen Ping turned his head, the moon and stars were sparse, looking at the mountains and rivers in the far south, he lowered his head and smelled the wine.

He once carried a drunk old scholar on his back. The old man slapped him on the shoulder vigorously and shouted, "Young man wants to drink!"

The young man with a dull expression for a long time, suddenly smiled brightly, took a sip of strong wine, coughed non-stop, raised the jug high, and shouted with all his strength: "Drink when you drink and practice boxing, then practice boxing!"

After a while, the boy held back for a long time, but still couldn't help but choked up tears from the big gulp of strong wine, and complained in a low voice: "The wine is really bad."

But the young man still forced himself to take another big sip, coughing and said loudly: "It is said in the book that the beauty gave me the wrong golden knife, so why did the Yingqiongyao wine not taste good in return, but this sentence is really beautiful up"

In the end, the young man blushed for no reason. He didn't know whether it was because of alcohol or embarrassment. He gave a soft feed to the distance.

The boy seems to be quietly asking a girl he likes, as if saying, hello, did you hear that?