After the plaster has been refined, what is the effect, and whether he can rely on this thing to quickly cultivate the nine strengths of the human body, and then use his strength to penetrate the qi and cultivate the internal strength, Zheng Ya will wait and see. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Carefully put away the plaster.

After cleaning up the medicinal materials, he found that he needed to run to the Thirteen Ridges again to configure the second pair, and after thinking about it, Zheng Ya decided to get up early tomorrow morning to practice boxing first, and at the same time try the effect of the plaster, and after that, he went to the Thirteen Ridges to find other more common medicinal materials.

As for now, it's a little late, and I need to punch and wash and sleep.

Light-footed, to ensure that he would not alarm his family, Zheng Ya slipped to the Yuquan River, put on a posture, and began to practice the Shaolin Internal Gong Method.

What Zheng Ya didn't know was that just when he started practicing boxing, in the small courtyard of the farmhouse, a pair of eyes as bright as stars stared at him for a long time in the night.

At this time, Zheng Ya was studying hard.

Cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and you must study and practice hard every day, without interruption, otherwise, even if there is a plaster, I am afraid that it will be difficult to achieve the strength of the qi.

The shelf was opened, and by the Yuquan River, Zheng Yalong leaped into the tiger, punching and legging, bringing up the sound of whirring wind.

Today is in a good mood, his father's legs are expected to recover, Zheng Ya feels great happiness, and the cultivation of boxing techniques also has a good effect.

Zheng Ya could already feel that his whole body strength was rapidly improving with the practice of his Shaolin basic internal strength.

After three Shaolin internal strengths, Zheng Ya's body was already sweating like pulp, and his blood was rolling.

With his feet flat and shoulders flat, his hands slowly pressed down from his chest, Zheng Ya slowly finished work, calmed down, and completely calmed his breath, Zheng Ya sneaked back to his yard lightly.

Familiar with the door, touched the door of the toilet, touched his towel, Zheng Ya was ready to wash and sleep.

Zheng Ya strives to be gentle in her movements and not disturb her family.

But when he entered the bathroom and pressed the light switch with one hand, he was shocked.

The eyes are snow-white, white, and there is a hint of crimson.

Sister Zheng Jie was looking at herself with a dull expression, and a pair of small hands nervously covered her critical parts.

Crystal clear water droplets are splashing down her delicate body.

His face quickly turned red, Zheng Ya's heart beat violently, he didn't say anything, he quickly pressed the electric light with one hand and retreated from the bathroom.

Damn, my sister is actually taking a bath!

Zheng Ya suddenly felt that he was embarrassed.

In other words, the difference between the grades of the brother and sister is not very big, and they took a bath together when they were children, but that was before the second grade of elementary school.

Today, I suddenly saw a scene that I shouldn't see, Zheng Ya only felt that her face was red and her ears were red, but in her mind, the white and crystal body could not be left behind.

Secretly scolded damned, Zheng Yameng fell asleep.

After a while, Zheng Ya heard her sister whisper: Brother, I'm done.

Then, Zheng Ya heard her sister running back to her room like a rabbit, and with a bang, closed her door.

After wordlessly touching his head, sniffing his somewhat smelly clothes, and laughing at himself, Zheng Ya slipped into the bathroom again slowly.

But after washing and lying on the bed, Zheng Ya felt like a demon, there was always a shadow of white flowers dangling in his mind, lingering, and at the same time, a strange feeling came to his heart, as if the feeling of his sister and parents in his heart was a little different.

Not daring to think about it, Zheng Ya forced himself to practice the bodhicitta method, and then slowly settled down, and the whole person gradually entered an ethereal spirit that seemed to be nothing.

Early in the morning of the second day, Zheng Ya woke up on time.

A carp stiffened, jumped up from the bed, quickly put on his clothes and pants, and hastily washed his face, Zheng Ya began to run along the Yuquan River towards the Thirteen Mountains.

At this time, the sky was not yet bright, the air was exceptionally fresh, and Zheng Ya felt very good.

While trotting, Zheng Ya felt his memory, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the cultivation of the Bodhicitta Method could indeed awaken his subconscious, and the pictures in his memory had a lot more content than yesterday.

At that time, I think my academic performance will take a leap forward.

However, when opening the subconscious, Zheng Ya also found that in all the subconscious memories, two pictures are extremely clear, one is the picture of himself healing his father, a happy family of four, and the other is his sister naked, shy and timid

Don't look at indecency, don't look at indecency!

Zheng Ya hurriedly diverted his attention while talking about Ami Dufu, but at the same time, Zheng Ya had to face up to a very important issue.

After the subconscious awakening of the old ancestor Zheng Guan, it seems that it has invisibly affected his character, and he has a bit of a tendency to be suave, and he doesn't know whether this is good or bad, the key problem is that what is practiced now is monogamy.

The second child has been released, but the second mother has not been released!

I can't marry three wives and two concubines like my ancestors, and I have a few confidants!

Thinking of these messy things, Zheng Ya gradually ran away, and soon after, he came to the Thirteen Mountains.

At this time, the morning sun was rising, and it was time for Zheng Ya to practice Shaolin's basic internal skills.

Zheng Ya's heart moved, took out a few plasters from his arms, and quickly pasted the plasters on his body according to his memory

To tell the truth, if it weren't for Zheng Guan's memory, just these twelve meridian diagrams would have to make Zheng Ya dizzy, and he couldn't remember it for ten days and a half months.

Now, although the principle is unknown, according to the gourd to draw the scoop, you can still basically find the acupuncture points of the plaster.

The plaster was only half the size of a palm, and it was attached to the body, and it was not very comfortable when it started to punch, and it felt like it was being strained.

But as Zheng Ya moved and his fist was fully opened, he gradually felt a huge difference.

The plaster seemed to absorb Zheng Ya's body temperature, the temperature became higher and higher, and the warm current poured into Zheng Ya's body little by little as Zheng Ya waved his fist.

Every piece of plaster on Zheng Ya's body was extremely hot, and Zheng Ya could only slightly alleviate this burning feeling by waving his fists desperately.

The fists and feet were getting faster and faster, and the body was steaming, and Zheng Yahu's mighty body seemed to turn into a huge air mass in a clearing in the Thirteen Mountains, rolling around.

This time to practice boxing, Zheng Ya was quite devoted, and time passed quickly.

Over and over again, Zheng Yalong walked in a tiger step, moving and jumping vigorously for more than an hour before he felt the heat on the plaster slowly dissipate.

Zheng Ya slowly called it a day, thinking in her heart: The medicinal power seems to be very strong, and I don't know what the effect of the plaster will be.

With his eyes swept around, Zheng Ya saw a few boulders, couldn't help but light up, and strode over.

Moving bricks for a long time made Zheng Ya feel more accurate about the weight of the stone, and found a stone that would be about one hundred and thirty pounds, Zheng Ya hugged it with both hands and lifted it up.

With a slight light in his hands, the stone was picked up.

Zheng Ya's heart swelled with a very strange feeling, as if he had just overused his head.

Is the stone too light, or is it too strong?