A day passed, and in the early morning of the next day, Zhang Daoran and Zhang Yifang woke up from their cultivation.

"One party, go and wake up Fang Tong......"

Sitting cross-legged on the stone pier, Zhang Daoran did not get up. Told Fang Tong last night that he had to get up before seven o'clock this morning. Now in Fang Tong's room, the snoring is still there, and Zhang Daoran frowned: "Those who practice martial arts need to practice Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer." Perseverance and unremitting efforts can make achievements. Laziness, no matter what you do, can only achieve nothing. ”

Zhang Fang banged on the door, and the snoring in the room gradually stopped: "What time is it?

The dissatisfied voice of the Chinese side in the room came: "I don't get up until 7:50 every morning in the provincial capital, and now it's only 6:40......."

Muttering, Fang Tong got up after a long time. Pushed open the door and saw Zhang Daoran and Zhang Fangfang. Fang Tong knew Zhang Daoran's cultivation rules, and he would get up before dawn every morning.

"Dao Chief, get up so early, do you do it early?"

Fang Tong muttered: "I'll wash my face and brush my teeth...... Well, I'll come back and eat breakfast when it's ready. ”

"Do you really think of yourself as a young master?" Zhang Fang glanced at Fang Tong: "Layman, don't be busy washing up first, the teacher has something to order." ”

Yawning, Fang Tong came to Zhang Daoran: "Dao Chief, you have to eat everything early, let's talk about it early......"

"There is no breakfast now, Sanqingguan breakfast is around nine o'clock. You will now go down the mountain six times, and you must complete it before nine o'clock, and the poor road will arrange for one party to follow. If you can't finish it, go hungry until the morning......"

Zhang Daoran looked at the Taoist scriptures and said without raising his head.

Fang Tong was dumbfounded: "Dao Chief, the mountain in the middle of the lake is more than 300 meters high, from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, if you take the steps, it is at least one thousand meters, one round trip is two thousand meters, and six round-trips are twelve kilometers, this is still undercounted! If it is converted into meters, 12,000 meters is even more exaggerated than a marathon......

"A person who practices martial arts needs long-lasting stamina and good physique. Otherwise, if you practice boxing, you won't be able to exert your power. Since Poor Dao has chosen you to teach boxing, he has great hopes. If you can't bear the hardship, you can choose to give up... Six times back and forth was a must-do every morning for these three months. ”

Since Fang Tong was chosen to inherit the Taijiquan technique, Zhang Daoran had to take it seriously. If Fang Tong's rotten wood cannot be carved, Zhang Daoran can only find someone else.

"I'll learn ......" Fang Tong's face changed for a while, and he walked outside the Taoist temple, how could he give up the opportunity that he had finally go......tten so much?

Zhang Fangfang also smiled bitterly in his heart, Zhang Fangfang had already started his cultivation, and there was a thin aura in his body, and it was difficult to support Zhang Fangfang to finish the race.

The only advantage is that Zhang Yifang has aura in his body, and he is better than being young. Fang Tong was already in his thirties, and coupled with the color of wine, his body was already weak.

The two of them walked out of the Taoist temple, Zhang Daoran put away the scriptures, and directly escaped into the gray space, entering the alchemy room: "Relying on Fang Tong's own qualifications to practice Tai Chi alone, it is impossible to achieve a small success in three years, you have to think of other methods......"

Within three months, Fang Tong wanted Tai Chi Xiaocheng, and only the pill could help Fang Tong. Fang Tong is thirty-two years old, and his bones are shaped and difficult to shape. Martial arts training requires not only strength, flexibility, but also endurance.

A mouthful of true qi in the chest, Tai Chi has a thousand catties in one punch. Tai Chi practice is extremely difficult and requires a certain level of understanding. Fang Tong is smart, and there is still a certain distance from Zhang Daoran's requirements.

......

"Let's take a break... I... I can't run anymore. ”

At the foot of the mountain, Fang Tong sat on the steps, panting violently. Zhang Fangfang, who was wheezing evenly, but was slightly sweaty on his forehead, looked at him with envy: "Xiaodao Chief, do you have any secrets, I don't think you're very tired, this is the second trip, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on......"

There is no secret, there is a surge of spiritual energy in Zhang Fangfang's body, which is enough to make Zhang Yifang relieve a lot of fatigue. With a chuckle, Zhang Yifang said, "When I went down the mountain, I drank a bowl of water in the kitchen...... If you persist in persevering, when you reach the top of the mountain, drink a bowl of water to ensure that you are alive and well. ”

Zhang Yifang went up the mountain slowly, Fang Tong rested for a few minutes, glanced at his watch, and his face changed: "This is only the second ......trip, and it's already half past seven?"

Fang Tongxin was a little bitter: "It's really not easy to practice martial arts......"

Walking on his legs like lead, Fang Tong continued to climb the mountain, but the speed was very slow: "Why didn't the Dao Leader feel tired? Could it be that the Dao Leader cheated?"

With just one bowl of spring water, it is impossible to make two trips up and down the mountain. Fang Tong is not stupid, Zhang Fang breathes evenly, but he sweats on his forehead. It is impossible for ordinary people to have such good physical strength, and involuntarily, Fang Tong thought of Zhang Daoran's miraculous elixir: "You must persevere, the Taoist has good things in his hands......"

Thinking of the miraculous spring water, which could relieve fatigue after drinking it, Fang Tong gushed out a surge of strength in his body and insisted on going up the mountain.

At ten o'clock in eight, Fang Tong reached the top of the mountain, already panting like a cow. Trembling with trembling legs, he ran into the temple, entered the kitchen, scooped up a bowl of water and drank it all. The temperature of the Taoist temple is higher than the temperature outside the Taoist temple, this bowl of water belly, Fang Tong sweats like rain, and he still doesn't quench his thirst after drinking a bowl again, and he drinks four bowls of water.

Glancing at the Taoist temple, Zhang Daoran was not there, Fang Tong turned around and ran down the mountain...... A few bowls of spring water relieved the fatigue, and Fang Tong felt that he was really alive, and the speed of going down the mountain was very fast. When he was halfway up the mountain, he met Zhang Yifang, and Zhang Yifang gasped slightly: "There is one more trip to the poor road, and you still have more than two and a half trips, come on, the poor road is waiting for you here." ”

"Hehe, Xiaodao Chief, look at the Dao Chief's absence, can you open the net, I'll go down the mountain and come up again, you run one less trip, I'll run two less, let's fool the past?"

The aura contained in a few bowls of water can support a trip, but the fatigue and the burning pain in the lungs are still difficult to counteract.

Zhang Yifang shook his head: "Poor Dao will do what the teacher tells you, if you want to fool you, just fool it." With the shrewdness of the teacher, if you run one step less, the teacher will know......"

Fang Tong's face changed, thinking of Zhang Daoran's magical prophet, maybe he knew all about the conversation with Zhang Yifang now. Not daring to have the idea of being lazy anymore, Fang Tong hurriedly ran down the mountain......

It wasn't until almost eleven o'clock in the morning that Fang Tong dragged his tired body into the Taoist temple, and Zhang Yifang followed behind.

Zhang Daoran sat at the stone table under the old peach tree, reading the Taoist scriptures. Fang Tong entered the Taoist temple, and Zhang Daoran didn't raise his head: "One side rested once, drank a bowl of water, and ran one more trip tomorrow." Fang Tong rested four times, drank thirteen bowls of water, and ran four more times tomorrow......"

Fang Tong's face fell, and he cried bitterly in his heart: "Sure enough, the Dao Chief knows everything, but he will run four more times tomorrow, this is a life......

As soon as he asked for mercy, Zhang Daoran stood up: "Those who practice martial arts will only harm themselves if they are lazy, and if they want to succeed in cultivation, they must work several times more than others." Now that I have just warmed up, I am now going to press my legs and practice flexibility. ”

Zhang Daoran turned around and went back to the room, put the pill he had just taken out back into the gray space, and sighed in his heart: "The pill needs to be taken, but now is not the time." ”