Longevity starts with strengthening the internal organs

Chapter 35: Forging iron tiles and iron vests

There is actually nothing mysterious about this secret book itself, but it records how to improve running, jumping, dodge and move abilities through systematic training.

And this is what Zhao Ya needs most.

The book on the Flying Body Technique that I obtained before also covered some of it, but it was far from comprehensive and far less detailed than this one.

For example, in terms of training the stability of the feet, there are two categories: running piles and running bricks.

As the name suggests, running piles means arranging wooden piles about two feet long and two inches in diameter in order, burying them shallowly in the ground, and then people walking and running on them to practice the stability of their feet.

As for running bricks, it means placing green bricks on the ground, and people quickly run over them. At the beginning, the green bricks are laid flat, and as the fire deepens, they gradually become sideways, until finally they become upright.

Only when you have mastered both of these two things can you be considered a master, and then you can start practicing the real Qinggong movement.

The requirements here are more detailed.

Including pit jumping, platform jumping, bean ordering, sand jumping, lead belting, kung fu and so on.

Of course, a lot of training here is very simple for Zhao Ya. After all, he has the strength of a second-level warrior, plus he has the basic skills of flying on the grass.

But Zhao Ya feels that even an ordinary person with no foundation at all can acquire good body skills through systematic training after obtaining this secret book.

Zhao Ya studied it carefully again and then put the secret book away.

By this time it was already slightly bright.

Tang Zui'er got up early. When he saw Zhao Ya standing in the courtyard, he didn't pay much attention. He turned around and started working on breakfast.

Looking at her graceful back, Zhao Ya's heart suddenly moved.

How about... let Zui'er also practice this technique?

With this thought, the more Zhao Ya thought about it, the more reliable it became.

After all, the world is getting more and more chaotic, and I heard that several counties and cities in the south are already at war.

Although he can protect her, he can't stay with her around the clock, so it's always good to have the ability to protect yourself.

In particular, this Qinggong movement is most suitable for people who are petite and light in weight.

Zhao Ya didn't ask for how advanced Zui'er's training was, as long as he could run fast enough when he encountered danger.

Zhao Ya was making plans in his mind when Zui'er poked his head out of the kitchen and shouted, "Brother Xiao Ya, it's time to eat!"

"Well, here we come!"

Breakfast is a pot full of white rice porridge and a pot of stewed meat and vegetables.

This breakfast is even richer than the dinner of an average family, but this is already the norm in Zhao Ya's family.

Although eating these ordinary meats now does not help Zhao Ya's cultivation.

But people have to eat. No matter how good the jerky is, you can't chew that thing all day long.

Especially Tang Zui'er's cooking skills are getting better and better now. She makes a simple stew that is full of color, flavor and flavor. When paired with the hot white rice porridge, the taste is... simply amazing.

Zhao Ya ate several bowls of food while snoring, and most of the food went into his stomach.

Tang Zui'er looked at it with a smile, his eyes full of happiness.

"Is it delicious, Brother Xiaoya?"

"Well, great!" Zhao Ya said without raising his head, giving a thumbs up.

Tang Zui'er was even happier now.

There is nothing happier than a chef seeing his skills recognized by diners.

Especially this diner is the person he values the most.

"Then eat more!" Tang Zui'er said, his face slightly red, he picked up a large piece of fat and put it into Zhao Ya's bowl.

Zhao Ya smiled, put the fat into his mouth, and then put down his chopsticks.

"Zui'er, I want to tell you something."

Tang Zui'er was stunned, and quickly put down his bowls and chopsticks, looking at Zhao Ya with some anxiety.

"What...what happened?"

Looking at Tang Zui'er's slightly frightened, wet eyes like a deer, even Zhao Ya couldn't help but feel a slight tremor in his heart, and then quickly looked away, pretending to be calm.

"It's like this. I have a Qinggong movement method that is more suitable for you. I don't know if you want to learn it. If you want to learn it, I..."

"I want to learn!"

Before Zhao Ya could finish speaking, Tang Zui'er answered without hesitation.

"Uh... you have to think clearly, practicing martial arts is very hard work." Zhao Ya said with a smile, deliberately scaring Tang Zui'er.

Unexpectedly, Tang Zui'er was not afraid, "I'm not afraid no matter how hard it is."

"I know I'm a waste. I can't do anything except help you, Brother Xiaoya, with cooking and housework."

"Especially now that the world is becoming more and more unstable. I am a girl at home, and you must not be worried when you go out. So I have long wanted to learn some self-defense skills, not for any other reason, even if it can reduce some of your burden. That’s good too.”

Speaking of this, Tang Zui'er took a deep breath and his eyes turned slightly red.

"I know I'm stupid, but as long as you are willing to teach, Brother Xiaoya, I will work hard to learn, okay?"

Listening to Tang Zui'er's slightly trembling voice, Zhao Ya felt that a soft place deep in his heart was touched.

This girl... is stronger and more sober than she thought.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand, gently pinched Tang Zui'er's round cheeks, and said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll teach you, but if you can't learn it by then, don't cry when I scold you."

Tang Zui'er's face turned red again, but she did not dodge, but nodded seriously.

"Don't worry, Brother Xiaoya!"

"Then call Master first and listen."

"Master Xiaoya!"

"What kind of title is this? Just call me master!"

"No!"

Zui'er was surprisingly stubborn on this issue. After saying this, he put away his bowls and chopsticks and ran away happily.

Zhao Ya looked at her cheerful back, smiled and shook his head, and then went out.

Zhao Ya did not go to the escort agency, but came to an iron workshop first.

The blacksmith who was hammering saw Zhao Ya coming in and hurried over to greet him.

"Sorry, we don't use weapons."

"I don't want a weapon. Do you think this can be used to fight?"

Zhao Ya handed over a piece of paper, and the blacksmith took it and took a look. He saw a semicircle drawn on it, something like a tile, and something similar to a vest. He couldn't help but be a little confused.

"My lord, what do you want to use for forging?"

"Wrought iron."

"This is fine, but I don't know how many you want. If it's too few..."

The blacksmith was about to say that if it was too little, the wages would be too high.

Zhao Ya took out a piece of silver and handed it over before he finished speaking.

"I want ten iron tiles and one iron vest. Are these enough?"

The blacksmith took the silver and couldn't help but feel happy.

Although ironware is expensive, the silver is enough.

"Enough is enough, when do you want it?"

"The sooner the better, preferably today."

"Okay, I'll make it now. Come and get it tonight. I'll definitely make it."

Zhao Ya did not leave in a hurry. He looked at the iron workshop and suddenly saw a lot of tinware piled on the ground, and his eyes lit up.