Chapter Ninety-One: Weighing and Boxing

Xiao Yang picked up a book at random, and when he saw its title, he couldn't help but laugh, "Weighing fists? Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The boxing method of this book is very special, and the way of cultivation is also very strange, you only need to hit the big scale stone according to the action of the picture in the book every day, "This is also considered martial arts?" Xiao Yang wanted to throw down this wonderful martial arts cheats, but the next paragraph of text made him hesitate: This exercise method is suitable for all rookies who have just entered the martial arts, and it can be quickly practiced with the weight stone heart method, Dacheng's fist is as hard as a scale, and its fist is flat, and it can be connected to the sword.

This is very suitable for Xiao Yang, he has never practiced martial arts before, although the name is a bit strange, but if it is really as said above, practicing to Dacheng can take the white blade empty-handed, it is a big improvement, "Then try it!" Xiao Yang made a decision, and began to rummage through the bookshelf, and after a while, he found a book of scales and heart methods, opened it, and it was all about the essentials of meridian blood and qi operation.

According to the book, the first part of a martial artist's cultivation is to communicate with his own meridians and blood qi, just like the imperial spirit envoy must be able to communicate the yin and yang power of time, the most basic thing for a martial artist is to be able to master the changes in his own meridians and blood qi.

So, Xiao Yang sat on the ground according to the cat and tiger seat, his heart turned to the sky, immersed his thoughts in his body, slowly felt the beating of his heart, and the gurgling blood flow around his body, but he couldn't feel the so-called meridian blood qi mentioned in the book for a long time.

"Did I do something wrong when I got it?" Xiao Yang opened the scales in confusion, read the first chapter again, and sat cross-legged again carefully according to the above.

Xiao Yang was a little discouraged, and couldn't help but wonder: "Could it be that I don't have the talent to be a martial artist?" He sat down again without believing in evil, except for feeling that his heartbeat was a little more intense, there was no other gain.

Xiao Yang sat on the ground dejectedly, his upper body sank and he lay down, his head resting on his hands and thinking about whether to give up.

"In and out of the way of the martial artist, if you want to feel the meridians running, it will be three or four days as fast, and ten and a half months as slow, if you don't even have this bit of patience, then you don't want to waste the books, please go back!" Fu Bo's ethereal voice came from a distance and drilled into Xiao Yang's ears, mocking

Laughter, more of an encouragement.

It turns out that no matter who it is, people who have no talent for martial arts can not feel the operation of the meridians all at once, and Xiao Yang's depression is still a little early.

"Thank you Fauber!" Xiao Yang shouted loudly in the direction where the voice came, whether he heard it or not, Xiao Yang's mood was much better all of a sudden, since it was not a day to succeed, it meant that he had a chance, Xiao Yang sat cross-legged again, and slowly settled down, this time Xiao Yang did not stop in a hurry, but continued to feel with his heart, and when you concentrate on what to do, you will find that time flies quickly, Xiao Yang is there counting the number of his heartbeats, counting his even breathing, the beating of his heart seems to be slowly spreading, spreading to the whole body, and the breathing is slowly heavy and long, as if the pores of the whole body are breathing。

Xiao Yang was enjoying such a wonderful change, but was disturbed by Fu Bo, "Boy, you should go back, it's late at night, and the Zanggong Pavilion is about to close." Then Xiao Yang felt light the moment he woke up, and when he opened his eyes completely, he found that he had been sent outside the Zanggong Pavilion, and the door was closed.

Xiao Yang touched his aching buttocks, and Fu Bo's familiar way of giving people reminded him of the turtle immortal who was not knowing where he was at this time. Standing up and patting the dust on his body, Xiao Yang left along the stone stairs under the watchful eye of the guards.

As soon as I got out of the underground secret room, I came to the place where the patriarch's office was, and I saw the patriarch Yao Chuanyi who had been waiting for a long time.

"Xiao Yang, are you back, how do you feel?" Yao Chuan Yoshishi walked over kindly and led him to the table and sat down.

Xiao Yang drank some water, "It feels good, although I haven't been able to feel the meridians in my body yet..."

"Hahaha!" Yakugawa Yoshishi laughed loudly, "You just practiced martial arts and want to learn internal vision, are you in too much of a hurry!"

Hearing this, Xiao Yang suddenly had a conjecture, which still needs to be experimented.

Xiao Yang smiled embarrassedly, "I don't know! Who knew that it was so difficult to see inside." ”

Yao Chuan Yi continued to smile and said: "Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang, do you know how long it took me to learn to look inward? Seven days! Seven days! This is all fast, even my eldest brother's martial arts wizard only learned to look inside in three days, you have just started, what are you anxious about!"

Xiao Yang's mind was full of conjectures just now, and he didn't say anything, just smiled awkwardly.

"Alright, you're tired of looking like this, go back, come back tomorrow, or try it yourself at home, but it's better to be here, and the Fauber will give you a few words of advice from time to time. Yao Chuan Yi patted Xiao Yang on the shoulder.

"Then I'll go back, goodbye Grandpa Yao. Xiao Yang finished greeting him and quickly ran to the bamboo building where he lived, he wanted to try his guess.

What is Xiao Yang's conjecture, the inner vision of the martial artist can observe the operation of the meridians in his body, and the imperial spirit envoy must also experience the operation of his own yin and yang power, will there be anything similar between the two, this is Xiao Yang's conjecture.

Back in the bamboo building, as soon as the door was opened, a ball of fluffy fur balls pounced into Xiao Yang's arms, Xiao Yang fixed his eyes and saw that it was indeed Xiao San, and he was looking at himself with a look of grievance with tears in his eyes, "Dad, where have you been? Why did you leave Xiao San!"

Facing her clear eyes, Xiao Yang was a little embarrassed, and gently stroked her hair, "Dad didn't wake you up when he saw that you slept so soundly, what's wrong, angry?"

Xiao San nodded hard, "Xiao San is very angry! The consequences are very serious!" and then pouted, looking like he didn't like to answer.

"Alright!" Xiao Yang coaxed her kindly, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry! Hmph!" Xiao San still pretended to be angry, but his shriveled little belly exposed himself, and he purred a few times angrily, Xiao San was embarrassed to cover his snow-white stomach and blushed a little, but he was still unconvinced and said: "The stomach screaming is not necessarily hungry! It must be angry with you! Hmph!"

Xiao Yang smiled and shook his head, "Okay, okay! Dad won't dare next time, no matter what I do in the future, I will definitely bring you! Let's fill our stomachs first, I'm hungry too, where can I find something to eat." ”

Xiao Yang really thought about it, and there was a knock on the door of the bamboo house, and Yao Ning'er walked in shyly, "Brother Xiao Yang, grandpa said that you haven't eaten yet, come and eat with us." ”

Xiao Yang really didn't know how to get dinner, so someone sent it to his lips, "Okay, junior, let's go." So he went out with Xiao San and Yao Ning'er.

When I came to Yao Ning'er's room, I saw Yao Boss sitting at the table, drinking a glass of wine, watching Xiao Yang come in, and hurriedly put down the wine glass, "Xiao Yang is here, how is it, I'm tired today, come and sit!"