After thinking about it repeatedly, Wen Yiming decided to focus on cultivating the martial arts of the inner family for the time being, and usually supplemented by the practice of the outer door to increase the physique of the former one. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Now this fucking body can't stand the toss of special intensive training at all.

After deciding on the plan, Wen Yiming got up without hesitation, and became extremely focused in an instant. Calmly parted his legs, bowed forward and kicked back in a Ding Eight step, and raised his hands with his five fingers in a flattic manner to wrap his hands back and forth. When the posture is fixed, Wen Yiming has already focused on the dantian, cooperated with the breathing, and entered a state of concentration.

Using the Liangyi pile method in Tai Chi to regulate his body was his choice after careful consideration.

The Liangyi pile is different from the traditional horse step pile, which consumes a lot of power, but has extremely high requirements for the spirit of the idea and the overall cooperation. Considering that he is currently in a state of imbalance of yin and yang, whether it is muscles, bones and skin, or the meridians of the five organs, he chose the Taiji Liangyi pile.

Wen Yiming knows very well that at this stage, cultivation is more important than practice. The two instrument piles can not only reconcile the yin and yang of the human body, but also practice the internal force of the round whole, which is of great help to the overall strength of the muscles, bones and skin.

Wen Yiming was born in a martial arts family in his previous life, and he has a deep study of internal martial arts, and has nearly 30 years of experience in practice and coaching. At this time, as soon as he entered the cultivation state, he had completely mastered the essentials of the Liangyi Pile in less than ten minutes, although the coordination of the body was not very complete, but it was only a matter of time.

This stop is nearly half an hour. It wasn't until his body had reached the edge of the limit that Wen Yiming took a slow breath and then exhaled softly, putting away his posture.

The first time he stood on the Liangyi pile was half an hour, and Wen Yiming's mental perseverance was also a little unbearable, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly at this body again.

When he rested and adjusted, he didn't waste time, but did some basic exercises to press his legs and open his tendons. When it recovers, it will once again enter the state of the two instrument piles.

After tossing in the woods like this for nearly two hours, Wen Yiming gasped and left this virgin land for practice.

Wen Yiming was lying on the small bed that rattled as soon as he turned over, feeling a little tired. After two hours of exercise just now, although he was tired enough, he was relieved that this body was just too weak, in fact, the innate conditions were still extremely good, at least in the practice of the Liangyi pile, his breathing mind could subtly feel that the meridians were relatively tenacious, which would be of great help to the cultivation of internal martial arts in the future.

Wen Yiming felt the tiredness coming, and forcibly controlled his long, thin and even breathing to fall asleep.

If it had been before, he would have taken some more time to meditate and cultivate his internal qi. Considering that the first cultivation had to be supplemented with enough sleep to recover and adjust, after all, it had not yet reached the point of replacing sleep with cultivation, and this step still had a long way to go, and he couldn't rush it for a while, he knew that if he wanted to hurry, he would not be able to reach it.

Now in the urgent period of every inch of money, Wen Yiming got up very early.

Before the sound of chickens crowing was heard in the village, Wen Yiming came to the woods with his eyelids that always wanted to fall. After practicing the Liangyi pile for half an hour, he began to pull out the boxing frame and slowly practice Taijiquan.

In his previous life, this set of Tai Chi could be said to be his daily compulsory course. Now it is a good time to practice the coordination of the body and the mastery of the body in the movement of various limbs. Taijiquan is gentle and gentle, which is more suitable for him now than the strong Xingyi and Baji.

Wen Yiming's Taijiquan is completely different from the traditional Taijiquan, this set of Taijiquan is the essence of the dregs and streamlining after the fusion of multiple schools of Taiji. The whole set is only eighteen styles, except for the five hammers of Tai Chi, which is the essence of each faction integrated into the thirteen styles of Zhaobao. Wen Yiming called it refining Tai Chi.

Wen Yiming does not seek speed, tries to master the essentials in one move and one style, and coordinates the breathing and ideas in place to practice repeatedly. After an hour, put away the boxing.

Just now, he had already met the requirements of using qi to resist power, especially the last time the whole was penetrated, without a trace of stagnation, which made him very satisfied with the effect of his efforts.

Tossed until dawn, Wen Yiming returned to the small courtyard, blanched the hare soup left over from last night, boiled some vegetable porridge, accompanied Jiang Xian to breakfast, the two mothers and sons chatted a few words, and said hello to Jiang Xian when they went out.

Wen Yiming hadn't figured out how to get the registration fee together yet, so he decided to wait until tomorrow to get to the market and see if there was any way.

Wen Yiming went out and came directly to Tong Qiang's courtyard not far from home.

As the courtyard door sounded, a crisp girl's voice sounded inside, "Who?"

"It's me, you Brother Yiming!" Wen Yiming knew that this voice was Tong Qiang's sister Tong Qiuyue, who was a very well-behaved and likable girl.

The courtyard door creaked open, Tong Qiuyue was wearing a loose cotton dress with blue plaid on a red background, and a water-blue ribbon was tied around Yingying's waist;

Seeing Wen Yiming, Tong Qiuyue smiled, and happily pulled Wen Yiming in, "Brother Yiming, come and help me, my brother is bullying me with his newly learned wind chasing boxing, hum!"

"Hehe! I'm no match for Tong Daxia! You are tossing here early in the morning, aren't you afraid that Uncle Tong will drive you to the blacksmith shop?" Wen Yiming smiled slightly.

Tong Qiuyue grinned, "There are only two of us left at home today, someone ordered a batch of farm tools the day before yesterday, and my parents went out early in the morning to catch up with work!"

Wen Yiming nodded, entered the courtyard, and saw Tong Qiangwu beating nonsense at the sandbag in the corner of the wall, he couldn't help but laugh, and said, "Qiangzi, don't torture the sandbag, come and rest for a while, I'll ask you something!"

Tong Qiang hummed, and kicked the sandbag before leaving. While wiping the sweat on his face, he smirked and said: "How about it, Yiming, let's enjoy watching my brother hit this sandbag! Let me tell you, this is the martial art that my father got from the city last time he found a relationship, this is my killer weapon in three months, well! Haha, it's amazing!"

"Ahem! Awesome, I'll be a little late, the sandbags will be beaten and cried by you, Gao!" Wen Yiming gave a thumbs up while jokingly and seriously, making Tong Qiuyue next to him giggle.

Tong Qiang knew that Wen Yiming had never practiced martial arts, so he ignored it, sat on the eaves of the steps, and said, "What are you looking for me?"

Wen Yiming sat down next to each other and said, "One of the disciples of the Twin Cities Sect is a test, what is the test?"

Tong Qiang glanced at Wen Yiming, "Yiming, are you going to sign up?" Seeing Wen Yiming nodded, and then scratched his head a little embarrassed, "I don't know exactly what the test is, it is said that most people are eliminated in one test; ”

Wen Yiming thought to himself, the root bone should be a talent for martial arts. He didn't know how the Heavenly Continent was determined, and as for the strength, it needed targeted strengthening exercises.

"Hadron son, what level are the people who go to participate in the selection?"

Tong Qiang scratched his head and said: "Participating in the selection is all in the refining period, and I don't know how many layers of refining are the highest." ”

Wen Yiming shook his head, "I don't know if I ask three questions, continue to ravage the sandbags!"

Tong Qiang glanced at Wen Yiming, and said angrily: "Where do I know so much? Do you think I can reach those high-ranking people?"

Wen Yiming smiled, "Who knew that a character like you would not know these things! Old boy, you disappointed me so much!"

Tong Qiuyue laughed loudly, "Brother Yiming, it's good!" After speaking, she couldn't help laughing and Xuewen Yiming gave a thumbs up.

Tong Qiang stood up angrily, with a sad face, "You girl, don't help your brother help outsiders, girls are outgoing!"

"What are you talking about, brother, ignoring you. Tong Qiuyue's flush that had just receded immediately covered her cheeks again, stomped her feet and turned around and ran into the house.

Wen Yiming touched his nose and said, "Qiangzi, how many layers of body refining are you now, are you sure to enter the Twin Cities Sect?"

Tong Qiang retreated from his grinning face and said solemnly: "I am now refining the third layer, and I can enter the fourth layer at most after three months." The grasp is not very big, and the competition in Mingyang City is too great. It is said that most of them are above the fourth level of body refining. Alas, do your best, and let God do your best. ”

Wen Yiming looked at his expression of dying, and secretly thought to himself, if I teach him some martial arts techniques, how can I explain the origin of my cultivation methods?

After pondering for a moment, he said: "Qiangzi, I have a set of exercises, I don't know if the grade is high, but at least it is stronger than your current cultivation; if you need it, I can teach it to you, but don't ask how this exercise came from!"

Tong Qiang looked at Wen Yiming in a daze, was in a trance for a long time, laughed, and said, "Brother Joke, I was almost blinded by you, haha!"

Wen Yiming knew that he didn't believe it, so he shook his head helplessly, and said in his heart only when he had the opportunity to say, "Okay, I'll see you at the market the day after tomorrow, I'll go home." ”

Seeing Wen Yiming's back disappear at the courtyard gate, Tong Qiang scratched his head and muttered, "What the hell is this guy doing, it's not like he's joking!

One day, Wen Yiming stayed in the woods to practice Liangyi Pile and Tai Chi, except for eating and chatting with his mother for a while. It wasn't until the dead of night that he dragged his tired body back to his room and fell asleep.

Wen Yiming spent all day on the Liangyi pile and Taijiquan, and the practice time of squatting on the Liangyi pile reached almost four hours, although such a high-intensity practice made Wen Yiming stumble a little when he walked, but his spirit was very uplifting. He already felt a slight heat in his lower abdomen, which was the feeling of qi brought by the concentration of his mind, and he believed that in a month at most, the internal organs, bones, and muscles of the body would change. At that point, you will be able to go all out and conduct high-intensity special training.

After a night of sleep, Wen Yiming came to the grove on time the next morning, concentrating on the cultivation of the two ritual piles.

After a few hours of sleep, although my legs and feet are still a little sore, these are normal reactions. This time, Wen Yiming insisted on the time of the two yi piles for nearly half an hour, and then his legs trembled and closed his posture.

Then it is to practice and refine Tai Chi repeatedly, leading the qi with the intention and resisting the power with the qi. Until the first light of the morning, Wen Yiming still felt unfinished.

Thinking that he would have to meet Tong Qiang at the bazaar, he went home and hurriedly had breakfast, said hello to Jiang Xian, put the hare fur in a woven bag, and hurried towards the bazaar.

Wen Yiming didn't walk fast along the way, but used the pace of free fighting, practicing as he went. For Wen Yiming, all the effort comes from life, although he is not yet in that realm, but he can combine reality to make use of all the time in life.

Wen Yiming is sixteen years old, but he looks thin because of malnutrition. This made the pedestrians on the road not 'impressed', but just a manifestation of the childlike spirit of the youth.