"Did your grandfather read the contents of this book before he got it?" Zheng Jie asked. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"No, our ancestors have a legacy, and if you want to practice their skills, you must first build a foundation. And when my great-grandfather passed the book to my grandfather, he was still laying the foundation. Black Bull said.

"That is to say, your grandfather practiced the golden bell jar adapted by your grandfather. Zheng Jie thought about it again and again, and said.

"Adapted?" Black Bull asked.

"That's right, you mentioned earlier that your grandfather didn't sleep all night, and that's probably what he did at that time, in order to prevent the Japanese from getting the correct cultivation method. Zheng Jie said with emotion, "Your grandfather is indeed a masterpiece, amazing." Zheng Jie turned the first page, pointed to the pattern in it and said, "Although the whole article is about how to practice the iron cloth shirt, and also annotates the key points of practicing according to the posture in it, you can draw your breath down, but the sentence of Downstream Zechang clashes with the luck in the picture." I couldn't figure it out, but later, I realized that the more I looked at it, the deeper I sank. Because the more you remember, the more distracting the text becomes. ”

"The real bell jar, you can imagine, is these pictures in the book. The black bull was amazed.

"Yes, just now, didn't you test it too? Zheng Jie said.

"I'm just curious, the first time you read this book, why you found out so quickly." Black Bull said curiously.

"I said that I am a martial arts genius, do you believe it?" Zheng Jie said, silently thinking in his heart: If I say that I know what the earth will be going on in more than ten years, I am afraid you will not believe it.

Winter is about to pass, but the early spring in the north is still delayed, and Lijia Village is located outside Tianjin's N Ring Road. It is an ordinary small village, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only a path leading to the outside on the north side. In today's reform and opening up, the **** trail has also become the characteristic of Lijia Village and a well-known poor township.

At this time, a strong man was running on the trail. He wore a thin linen coat and a People's Liberation Army hat on his head, which was only available in the fifties and sixties. And he clutched a bag of newspaper-wrapped gadgets in his hands, like a treasure. Behind him was a group of little children in new clothes, who were happy while throwing mud at the big man, and muttered from time to time: "Dog eggs, dog eggs, belong to you the best, Ke Father and Mother, known as the big dog." There are eggs in the village, and the eggs smash the big dogs. ”

Maybe he was impatient, the dog suddenly stopped, deliberately made a tiger face, and said fiercely: "The little doll is going, I have something urgent, and if I follow me again, I will beat someone." ”

"You dare!" Gua Wazi, who was wearing a big red down jacket with snot, crossed his hands on his hips, pouted, and said arrogantly, "Dog, my dad is the village chief, if you dare to beat me, I will find my dad and drive you and your mother out of the village." ”

"I don't believe it, my mother and I have been in Lijia Village since we were born, why is your father. Dogan said this, but he obviously lacked confidence.

"Smack" a lump of mud happened to smash on the dog's face.

"Oh, dogs eat. ”

"The dog is. "A group of melons and babies are scattered.

The dog wiped the mud off his face, tightly covered the things in his hands, and walked home step by step.

This is a small muddy low house, standing alone in the northeast corner of Lijia Village.

Other people's homes are crowded together in twos and threes. Only his family is like an exiled prisoner.

Pushing the door in, you will see an earthen stove, and the dog will lift the curtain on the left and walk in lightly.

"Mother" Goudan called softly, for fear of alarming the old lady.

The old woman probably heard this, and moved her eyelids slightly, but after a while she opened her eyes and said, "Dog, you're back." ”

"Mother, I roasted a sweet potato for you. The dog opened the newspaper, and a scent came to his nose.

"Mother is not hungry, you can eat. The old woman looked hard and pointed to his face, "What's that?"

The dog egg was busy wiping, "It's nothing, I accidentally got dirty." ”

The old woman sighed: "It's the gang of babies in the village who bullied you again, it must be the gang of thieves who picked up things." In order to drive away our mothers, even the children have done it, these people have no conscience, cough cough. ”

"Mother, don't be angry, your body matters. I went out with Master Wang some time ago to get money. When I have saved enough, I can take my mother to a big hospital for medical treatment. ”

"My old problem, don't waste that few dollars, and once you enter the hospital, you won't be slaughtered, and if you can't get out, you should keep it for your daughter-in-law in the future." The old lady covered her mouth and coughed.

"Mother, don't keep saying such frustrating things. Listen, it's uncomfortable. He hurriedly diverted the topic, "Mother, I went outside this time to meet a friend named Zheng Jie." ”

The old lady was suspicious and said, "Don't all the people in the city look down on us in the country?"

"He won't, and he's a college student, an intellectual. ”

"Oh, he's still a showman. The old lady was surprised.

"Mother, sweet potatoes are not delicious when they are cold. The black bull brought the sweet potato to the old lady's mouth.

Just as they were chatting hotly, a shout came from outside the house, "Dog, you're back, I'm Master Wang." ”

"Mother, Master Wang is looking for me, I'll go out and have a look. ”

"Well, be careful, remember to wrap your clothes tightly. ”

With a creak, the door opened.

"Master Wang, I'm sorry, my family is too small, and there are not enough stools, so I can't invite you into the house to sit. Goudan apologized to a middle-aged man. He was about forty years old, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a fur coat, hunched over, and always with a kind smile on his face. And Master Wang was accompanied by a young man, with a strong body and fierce eyes. Especially the scar on his face, which is hideous and terrifying.

Master Wang handed the dog a cigarette, but he didn't ask for it, because his mother told him that he was used to smoking and was addicted.

"Dog, you've done a good job. Next time, I'll ask you for help. I'm here today, mainly to ask, did anything strange happen when you came back last time?" Master Wang stared at the black bull tightly after asking.

"Nope. The black bull's eyes dodged. This was immediately discovered by Master Wang.

He then asked, "Well, I heard that there are people killed on the paths that come to our village." But since you're okay, I'm relieved. ”

"Okay, don't bother, I'll go back first. As soon as Master Wang turned around, he glanced at the young man.

Sitting cross-legged under the willow tree, Zheng Jie was already doing the sixth pose described in the book. He looked like an ostrich at this moment, grabbing the ground with his head, which was very strange. And his ribcage kept bulging and deflating, and he was a toad. At this time, he was completely immersed in the exercises, the purple qi in the dantian ran according to the foot syncope yin and liver meridians, and his Du pulse actually showed signs of being opened, and the surrounding air also vibrated regularly with his exhalation and inhalation.

Suddenly, the "Jingle Bell" phone rang.