Chapter 7 Standing up out of thin air

Knowing that Dr. Wang was indeed a Chinese medicine doctor, Pei Feng entered the house with Pei Wenjun.

Lin Wanjie looked at Pei Feng's back, his face showed a strange meaning, and he said in his heart, "This little guy, why has it become so unpredictable all of a sudden?" ”

Then, Lin Wanjie made another call, and after connecting, he said into the phone: "Liangzi, go to the polar bar, find out everything a guy named Liu Zhen did there last night, and by the way, let people check his other information." ”

"Yes, Brother Jay." There was no nonsense on the other side, and he hung up the phone after speaking.

At this time, Pei Feng was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at the surrounding environment, the decoration style in the living room tends to be closer to the Chinese style, but after some Western embellishments, the guest room is not only antique, but also new.

Looking at it, Pei Feng couldn't help but look up at Song Minyun's room on the second floor, remembered Lin Wanjie's suspicion of Song Minyun in the car, and said in his heart: "Recently, I did hear that the old man was a little critically ill, could it be because of the struggle for rights and interests between the family when I was killed this time?" ”

Thinking like this, Pei Wenjun and the nanny came over with a large basin of hot water, and the former said: "Xiaofeng, quickly use hot water first, it is soaked in Chuanwu, Caowu, safflower, and some herbs that invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis, which are good for your injury." ”

Pei Feng took a look at it, and the steaming basin was indeed soaked in a large number of herbs that invigorated blood and dispelled blood stasis, but this did not have much effect on his injury in a short period of time.

Moreover, Pei Feng understands medicine and knows the truth that medicine is poisonous, and he will not give himself medicine unless he has to, he will only use silver needles or gold needles, and then use dark energy to heal himself.

It is obviously impossible to dissolve the blood on his shoulder with dark energy now, but Pei Feng has another way, which is to use the therapy of acupuncture and hot bath to recover his injuries in a short time, and then have a few tricks with Lin Wanjie.

To tell the truth, when he heard that Lin Wanjie practiced Xingyi boxing, Pei Feng was also a little moved, and wanted to fight him as soon as possible, because practicing boxing is a matter of sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and the emphasis is on not leaving your hands and not leaving your mouth, otherwise, if you don't practice your hands and feet for a day, you lose half of your hands and feet if you don't practice for two days, and you don't practice laymen for three days.

Although it has not been a long time since he was reborn in this era, Pei Feng always feels that he has not practiced boxing for a long time.

This feeling is probably because he touched his temples before, although it was slightly raised, but the sense of touch of the bulge was not right at all, and his own defense and attack power formed a contrast with before, so he had such a sense of eagerness to practice martial arts.

Then, Pei Feng was very gracious, and did not refuse Pei Wenjun's kindness, but after dressing the wound and letting the doctor Wang see it, he took the acupuncture bag back to the room, and then after some treatment, he used a silver needle to take the shoulder well points and other positions, and moved for more than 20 minutes, and then through the hot bath, the stasis inside turned into dense sweat, and all of them were discharged, and only after the hot feeling came from the shoulder, did he walk out of the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, Pei Feng saw that the bruise on his left shoulder had disappeared, only the most solid piece of the fist was still stubborn, and said to himself: "I have to build a one-and-a-half-foot golden needle, moxibustion in this place, and I can be lucky when I fight with Lin Wanjie." ”

At this time, Pei Wenjun's voice came from outside the door: "Xiaofeng, it's time to eat." ”

"Here we are."

Pei Feng responded, then put on his clothes and went to lunch.

During the meal, Pei Feng expressed his intentions and said that he would go out in the afternoon, but the family didn't seem to agree, after all, something had just happened in the morning.

Fortunately, after discussion, it is not impossible for Pei Feng to go out, but Lin Wanjie has to follow.

In this way, all afternoon, Lin Wanjie became Pei Feng's follower.

After creating a one-and-a-half-foot-long golden needle with the thickness of a gold thread, Pei Feng did not rush home, but went to Fu Bao Zhai, a subsidiary of Pei's Group, and then bought dozens of "grass root bark" according to the secret recipe of the previous life, but in the end, he still failed to get together a few strange herbs.

"Ancestor, what the hell are you doing here?"

Seeing Pei Feng dragging a bag of medicinal herbs into the car, Lin Wanjie had to drag another bag into the car, and then said with a depressed face, the resentment in his tone seemed to be heavier than accompanying Pei Wenjun to go shopping for three days.

"Medicated bath!"

Pei Feng didn't say much, only explained this sentence.

Through the events of the morning, Pei Feng felt his identity crisis.

Pei Feng clearly realized that no matter who his enemy was, for himself, he was the enemy in the dark, I was in the light, and I must improve my strength as soon as possible, otherwise when I encounter danger again, I am afraid that I will not even have the qualifications to save my life.

In the next three days, Pei Feng did everything himself, especially the matter of his own medicinal bath.

Every day, that is, less than five o'clock in the morning, Pei Feng began to get up, first boiled a few hundred catties of water, and then went to the garden behind the villa, squatting out a correct horse step.

Previously, Pei Feng's horse steps learned in the fight gym were not correct, although it also had some effects, but it did not meet Pei Feng's expectations at all.

What is the horse step, the horse step is based on its own spirit and spirit, and the ancient war horse is integrated, out of thin air to stand a horse, to be together a fut, constantly changing the center of gravity of the whole body, so that the whole person is like a horse galloping on the battlefield, casually sweeping, is the momentum of killing people like mustard.

In the past, Pei Feng, when he squatted on the horse, he did not integrate with the ancient war horse, but it was like riding on a horse, and he scattered all his strength to the outside of the body, and he did not know how to collect his strength when he was one, even when he squatted on the horse, he only felt the force on the knees, thighs, and waist, and there was no concept of a war horse in the body at all.

Right now, after Pei Feng squatted, he first sank his strength to the soles of his feet, letting his five toes slam on the ground like chicken feet, and then his knees were straight, his legs were tense, his waist was raised, and his abdomen was tucked.

Then, Pei Feng's body fell slightly, so that the soles of his feet, flippers, and five toes were all released like ducks and geese.

This action is like a person riding on a horse that is rushing forward, lowering his body slightly, prostrating his chest to the horse's mane, and the soles of his feet gradually loosen the horse's sling, and then his knees are loose, his legs are loose, his waist is sitting, and his abdomen is bulging, which is like a man and a horse.

But it is necessary to pay great attention to the fact that the buttocks must be slightly cocked, so that the tail vertebrae are like the head of the dragon raised, and the war horse forms a dragon and horse joint attack style, and the dragon horse spirit of the strength is fully demonstrated.

Attack and defense, from a horse step, must be completely deduced, this is the squatting horse step, the foundation of all martial arts, otherwise, it is like squatching in a pit, stinking, useless!

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