It's making hot pot again, it's brewing wine, and after a busy day, Gongliang is so tired that he lies in bed and wants to sleep. www.biquge.info I don't know what's going on, I want to sleep but can't sleep.

Maybe it's because of eating meat all day lately, he feels strong all over his body, and when he grabs his hand slightly, he has the illusion that he is full of strength and can break the sky with one hand. This kind of strength lingers in his body, making him energetic, and he wants to sleep but can't sleep.

But this kind of strength is not real, it is very empty, just like dough made into steamed buns, don't look so big, in fact, it is not a few taels.

I can't sleep! Gongliang lay on his back on the bed and looked at the stone roof.

Suddenly, he remembered an incident from when he was a student. At that time, he was still a young man, he had read a lot of martial arts stories, and he was very interested in the iron head gong in it, so he bought a book of martial arts cheats for practicing iron head skills according to the advertisements in the martial arts story collection. According to the secret book, at first, you should use a bag of sand to pat your head, and over time, when your head has the ability to bear it, you will change it to a wooden stick to beat; when you don't feel the wooden stick beating, you can change it to an iron stick; until the iron rod is beaten without incident, then the iron head skill will be practiced.

At that time, he was stupid, and he really sewed a long stick-like sandbag and hit his head according to the instructions of the secret book.

It's just that after knocking for a while, I felt a little dizzy, so I gave up practicing iron head skills.

At this time, he remembered that he was not trying to practice any iron head skills, but that the method of practicing the exercises could be used as a reference, that is, he could use a wooden stick to beat his body, just like striking iron, and forge the iron into fine steel little by little, so as to beat out the vain strength in his body, so as not to be so energetic that he could not sleep.

Do what you want.

Gongliang sat up from the bed, went to the kitchen, found a wooden stick, and began to beat it on his body.

I don't know if it's a natural cheap bone, but after beating it like this for a while, I really feel a lot more comfortable.

After beating his whole body up and down, and his strength was almost exhausted, he sat back on the bed and began to meditate every day before going to bed, turning his heart to the sky, closing his eyes and mind, and forgetting everything. In just a moment, he entered the realm of emptiness and emptiness.

He didn't know that when he entered this realm, a trace of gas that had been dormant in his dantian moved with his breathing, and began to flow with the qi and blood in his body, brushing away the pain and bruises left by his beating on his body.

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When he woke up in the morning, Gongliang felt refreshed all over his body, and the feeling of his strength soaring and floating was obviously weakened a little.

It seems that it is really feasible to beat the body with a wooden stick, and you will have to knock it every night in the future, and maybe you can even practice the legendary golden bell jar iron cloth shirt.

When he got up, he took a so-called toothbrush that was easy to feel on the stones, salted it, washed his face, and went outside.

In this primitive tribe, no one brushes their teeth, and no one knows what a toothbrush is. However, some people will chew some leaves or branches, which naturally have a fragrant smell, which can play a role in refreshing the mouth, and Gongliang sometimes uses it. But it was better to use fresh things, and Gongliang was too lazy to pick them every morning, so most of the time he used his own toothbrush to grind the twigs.

Outside, it was still early. Stretching out, feeling his body tied, he punched in the corridor in front of the house.

In the past, when I was writing books, I felt that my physical fitness had declined, so I bought some books to teach boxing, including Tai Chi, Baji, Wing Chun, Xingyi, etc., but unfortunately in the end he only learned Xingyi Five Elements Boxing. Because this one is the simplest, everything else is too complicated. Xingyi Five Elements Boxing, drilling, splitting, and collapsing, simple and fatal, especially Collapse Boxing, is a straight fist and a half-step fight, which is the easiest to get started, which is undoubtedly the gospel of lazy people. So Gongliang remembers it best.

Drill and split, punch by punch, already know by heart, step by step, very skilled.

After a punch, I suddenly felt a lot more energetic.

"Ah Liang, what are you doing?" Xiao Shi asked when he came out and saw him boxing.

"Exercise. ”

"Oh, it's time to eat, we're going to dig up vegetables after eating. ”

Xiao Shi didn't ask anything, called him, turned around and ran home. When it comes to mealtimes, he and his brother have always been the most active. After eating, they carried baskets out of the gate to dig wild vegetables.

In this primitive tribe, life is extremely simple, especially for children, in addition to playing, they do something for the family, so Gongliang they dig wild vegetables and pick fresh mushrooms in the morning, and go to pick fruits in the afternoon, or go to the tribe's big stone to watch the tribe's nearly adult children practice hunting skills.

After digging wild vegetables in the morning, Gongliang saw a handful of abundant mountain fruits here when picking fruits in the afternoon.

This place seems to be in the tropics, rich in mountain fruit resources, about 20% of the mountain fruits can be matched with the fruits he has seen before, but more of them are unknown, such as the pods that Xiaoshi took him to pick in the afternoon and climbed on the cliff wall and grew on the mountain vines, which looked like edamame, but the appearance was black, but the fruit inside was milky white, with the thickness of a little finger, and it was extremely sweet.

Well??

Eating the pods, Gongliang suddenly remembered that he thought about finding honey instead of sugar to cook every day, isn't this ready-made fructose?

Thinking about it, he hurriedly asked Xiao Shi to help pick some more pods.

Fortunately, now he goes out with a bag of animal skins, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hold anything.

After eating the fruit, Xiao Shi continued to walk forward with him and Xiao Xiao Shi.

The place where they picked the pods was a col, and down the col was a small stream from the source of one of the great streams through which they used to pick wild vegetables. Gongliang looked up and saw a wide waterfall rushing down from above in the distance, rushing out of a deep pool below. And the creek they walked on was a small stream that escaped from a waterhole.

As soon as they arrived, Xiao Shi and Xiao Xiao Shi took off their clothes and ran into the water, and it seemed that they had done a lot of this kind of thing.

There are giant turtles in the stream, so the people of the tribe dare not bathe in the stream, and the spring water of the tribe is used for eating, they only dare to wash their bodies in a pool far from the spring, and they do not dare to toss too much, making them very uncomfortable. It's like the stream here, you can wash it as you want.

Seeing Xiao Shi and Xiao Xiao Shi bathing and playing in the stream, Gongliang was also itchy to see it, so he took off his clothes and jumped down.

The stream was not deep, and the three of them washed and played to their heart's content.

Suddenly, Gongliang felt as if something had passed under his crotch, and when he looked closely at the bottom of the water, he saw small fish swimming under him without fear at all. These fish are thin and scaly, with the length and thickness of an adult's index finger, and they look silly at first glance. It seemed that his younger brother, who was shaking in the water, was some kind of delicious bug, and he actually bit it one after another.

Your ancestors'.

Gongliang hurriedly covered the vital point, so as not to be eaten as an insect, but when the time came, he would cry without tears.

Generally speaking, fish like this in deep mountain streams are very sweet, and the meat is delicate and tender. Looking left and right, he went ashore and found a few mountain vines to make a fish cage and catch fish in the stream.