Feng Eleven is a man, and he definitely does what he says. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, he said that he wanted to teach Qin Siyang unceremoniously, but he was really not polite at all. And his almost fatal way of teaching was something that Qin Siyang had never learned from the martial artists invited by his mother.

Next, Qin Siyang's already thin body, under the toss of Feng Eleven, there was no longer a day to be intact.

Exhausted and in constant pain. At night, when you fall down, you can fall asleep, and you will no longer have the heart to fall asleep like the first night.

This kind of training, although it is harsh and ruthless, but for Qin Siyang, it is just that, except for being tired every day and being unable to move at night, it does not make him feel truly unbearable.

Because for a person, the real torture is not physical, but spiritual.

Feng Eleven, after all, is also a kind person, if a person like him wants to mentally destroy a person, he can't do it.

Therefore, under the real situation, in the coming days, Qin Siyang was very lucky in other aspects except for being tortured very badly in physical training.

I was lucky to meet a master who was so responsible for teaching martial arts, so that he made rapid progress in martial arts cultivation.

But with such a harsh training, Qin Siyang himself could bear it and felt that it didn't matter, but some people didn't think so.

It's midsummer, and the sun is poisonous every day.

On this day, seeing that Qin Siyang was ordered to squat under the scorching sun for more than an hour, and he didn't have a moment to rest, Liu Shuangli finally couldn't stand it.

"Wind Hero, isn't the method you taught a little too much? Liu Shuangli said to the wind.

"That's what you're called?" Feng Eleven asked rhetorically, the meaning of his tone seemed to be that not only had I not taught, but also that it was not enough.

"Wind Hero—" Liu Shuangli shouted pleadingly.

"Boy, how can you become a climate if you don't be ruthless. Wind Eleven replied impatiently.

Liu Shuangli glared at Feng Shiyi unconvinced, and replied, "My master once said that everything you do must have a degree. The same is true for martial arts, the human body has a limit to endure, and too strong requirements will only distort people, and the result is counterproductive. ”

Feng Eleven smiled, a little unkindly. His thick eyebrows rose, and a pair of tiger eyes like copper bells glared back at Liu Shuangli, and said: "Wa'er's master, isn't he the Xuanming Daoist of Yuntianmen? I heard that a martial artist is a martial artist, and it is difficult to meet opponents on the rivers and lakes." ”

"That is," Liu Shuangli replied, "So, what my master said will never be wrong." ”

"Hehe, it's a pity that no matter how high the martial arts are, no matter how strong the martial arts sect is, it won't be destroyed in an instant. It is rumored that when Yuntianmen was destroyed, many disciples died without corpses, and the scene was really miserable. ”

Liu Shuangli was stunned, his tight mouth moved up and down, and finally couldn't help but reply: "Feng Daxia, you, you are too much." ”

"Haha-" Hearing the girl's reproach, Feng Shiyi laughed out loud, and only after a moment did he stop laughing and said, "Baby, didn't your master tell you that you will suffer more sins in peacetime and one less knife in wartime." ”

Liu Shuangli was stunned again, shook his head and said, "I haven't heard this from Master." ”

"The army is no better than your martial arts sects, swords and guns are not to be played, and dying on the battlefield is commonplace. Baby, if you can't even stand this little training, then get out of here in the morning and go back to your mother's belly to feed. Lao Tzu Fan didn't bother to train a dead man. ”

Hearing this, Liu Shuangli was completely stunned for a while: "But ......"

Feng Shiyi waved his hand, no longer paying attention to the girl's doubts, strode forward, kicked down mercilessly, and kicked Qin Siyang, who had collapsed a little due to the scorching sun, and his knees began to bend past his toes, and kicked him to the ground. Before the boy could get up, he reached out and lifted the boy's collar, took the unsheathed knife in his hand, and struck the boy with a blow on his bent knees, until the boy's feet were stretched out and could not move, and then he put the boy down and ordered him to stand at the correct pace.

Liu Shuangli stared blankly at the boy who was struggling weakly under the scorching sun, and looked at his handsome face that was distorted by the beating. I wanted to stop it, but I didn't know how to make a sound for a while, and I sighed secretly, and I didn't know what to do, when I suddenly heard an exclamation coming from the bamboo forest.

"Hey, yes, this Yang boy, Ma Bu has been standing upright for a day, and he is getting more and more presentable. Well, the posture is getting taller and taller day by day, and he looks like a man. ”

The voice was from Ling Xue, who had just returned from outside.

Liu Shuangli was surprised when he heard this, temporarily put aside the unbearability in his heart, and looked at the boy carefully.

Ling Xue's admiration was not unreasonable. Looking closely, although it is not very obvious, after more than ten days of torture under the scorching sun, Qin Siyang's appearance has really changed a lot.

On closer inspection, the boy's skin, which was originally too fair, was now covered with a layer of bronze, which looked like copper-colored ink reflected in his own body in the sunlight. And from this change in skin color, Liu Shuangli found that the boy's face, which was originally soft like a girl in the past, also began to divide into obvious edges and corners. As a result, his calm appearance became more and more resolute and compelling.

Seriously, the boy's face after the beginning of the change, although it is still a little immature, is much more resolute and majestic than before.

No wonder Sister Ling Xue was amazed, Liu Shuangli couldn't help but think after taking a closer look. Maybe she has only cared about the boy's torture for the past few days, ignoring the changes that have happened to him.

But even so, unlike Ling Xue, who only gave approval. After Liu Shuangli found out about Qin Siyang's changes, in addition to admiration, he also regretted it.

"It's good that Siyang has changed like this. It's hard to pretend to be a girl anymore, it's a pity!"

As soon as Liu Shuangli said this, Ling Xue immediately pursed her lips and smiled. And hearing Qin Siyang, who was still squatting hard in the sun, in his ears, the boy's face suddenly darkened.

Among the people present, hearing this, the only strange thing was Feng Eleven, who was completely unaware of the past.

The stout man asked curiously, "Dressed as a girl, you mean my apprentice, what he looks like?" Feng Shi asked, turning his head to look at the boy.

After looking up and down, Feng Shiyi immediately nodded in agreement: "Well, yes." The appearance of our apprentice is very suitable for wearing women's clothes. ”

As soon as Feng Shiyi's serious and firm words came out, Ling Xue's smirk instantly let go into a bright smile, and Liu Shuangli couldn't help laughing out loud for a while.

Qin Siyang was so angry that his pink face turned blue and red, red and purple, purple and black. Finally, in a fit of anger and irritation, he shook his hand and stood up straight, and stopped squatting on the horse of Rauschzi.

Seeing Qin Siyang's unauthorized action, Feng Shiyi's complexion immediately changed. Without saying anything, the big knife came out of its sheath and swung it at the boy who had just stood upright.

As soon as Qin Siyang saw the big knife raised by his master, the instinctive reaction that he had been trained for many days made him immediately reflexively flash backwards, just narrowly avoiding the big knife that came directly at him.

"Who made you move, stinky boy. ”

Feng Shiyi shouted and scolded, and before Qin Siyang could dodge again, the big knife in his hand swung out again and slashed towards the boy.

This time, Qin Siyang couldn't dodge anymore, and when he saw Feng Eleven's big knife slashed, it stands to reason that he would immediately see blood. When the knife was about to slash at the boy's door, Wind Eleven suddenly made a sharp turn, and the blade slid over the boy's head by only half a millimeter. Although there was no blood, the matter was not over, and at the same time as the big knife slid through the front door, it suddenly took another sharp turn, and the boy felt a cold wind hit behind him, and his back was slashed straight by the back of the big knife.

The boy screamed in pain, the knife was so fierce that his feet were unable to support it, and the whole person fell to the ground in the scream.

The boy's head hit the ground so hard that he fainted.

Seeing the boy faint, Feng Eleven snorted coldly. The big knife was returned to the sheath in one hand, the boy's collar was lifted with the other, and then with a strong flick, the boy's whole body was thrown onto the high bamboo branch.

The bamboo branches are dense, the branches and forks are very numerous, and the strength of the wind eleven is very great. As soon as the boy was thrown out, dense bamboo branches immediately pierced his face, body, hands and feet from all sides.

The boy's bare skin was immediately pierced by the bamboo branches, and the bright red blood was cut. The pain went straight from the nerves to the brain, and the boy immediately woke up.

The boy who woke up felt his body floating in mid-air, and then fell to the ground weakly.

Before he could understand what was going on, he saw a big hand from his master come straight at him.

There was a loud 'snap', and the boy only felt that his head was shining gold, and before he could figure out what the situation was, the man fell to the ground again.

There was no good place in the boy's body, and the pain was everywhere all over his body, so that he finally felt that there was no pain at all, and he didn't have the heart to feel these pains anymore.

The master's angry shout came from above at this time: "You dare to move without permission." Get up, squat for Lao Tzu again, damn, just keep squatting, you don't have to eat lunch today. ”

The boy's eyes were blank, and he struggled to get up in the midst of angry shouts.

"Squat down and stand with your feet shoulder-width apart. Wrap your hands around your chest, palms facing inward, palms facing each other. Quick, don't let Lao Tzu say it again. Wind Eleven's roar was heard again before the boy could stand up.

"Feet forward, weight down, squat. Swing your hands flat and your palms downward, and be lucky. Raise your head and look ahead. Damn, my feet are firmly on my feet, what are you shaking. If you shake it again, Lao Tzu will cut off your leg directly. Before the boy could stand still, Wind Eleven shouted one after another.

As Qin Siyang squatted down again in this angry shout, the air in this small open space under the bamboo building became solemn.

Ling Xue stepped forward, took Liu Shuangli's hand, and persuaded softly: "Liu girl, don't look at it if you can't stand it, come, let's go upstairs." Today I found a lot of fresh wild vegetables, Liu girl, you can divide them carefully for me, don't let the poisonous vegetable leaves get in. ”

Liu Shuangli nodded, and couldn't bear to glance back at Qin Siyang, and then was led by Ling Xue, went up to the bamboo building, and disappeared into the house.