"Isn't that Shang Luo, what is this kid going to do?"

He ...... He's not going to go and practice martial arts with those kids, is he?"

"Really. ”

"It's not embarrassing for someone who is so big, this cheeky, tsk. ”

If he wasn't cheeky, how dare he like Erni, and he wouldn't look at what he looks like, whether he is worthy of Erni. ”

"Shang Langlang, what you said is ugly, didn't people make it clear last time? It's just that the little guy of the dog baby is talking nonsense, you are still here to be careful, be careful. ”

"What do you say, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will hammer you to death with a punch. ”

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, the head of the Shang Halberd is coming. ”

......

The discussion in his ears was noisy, accompanied by strange eyes, doubts, ridicule, or hostile eyes, Shang Luo smiled bitterly in his heart, but he did not regret it.

The cultivation of [Tiger Demon Bone Skill] is not just about looking at it, and the daily decreasing progress on the panel also shows this. Obviously, the bonus period of just looking at the progress of growth has passed. If you want to upgrade it completely, you will inevitably have to work hard.

At this time, the preciousness of the mentor can be highlighted more and more.

Sometimes, a casual point of advice from the other person may solve a problem that he has been thinking about for days.

"It's not right. Shang Axe said in a cold voice with an expressionless face, Shang Luo only felt that there were two iron tongs behind his back clamping his arms, desperately pulling out.

Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped to the ground, and Shang Luo, who was in pain, almost screamed.

"My body is too stiff, relax my muscles and follow my strength. ”

......

After an hour and a half of morning martial arts exercises, Shang Luo was lying on the ground, not wanting to move a little thumb, his shoulders were high and swollen, red and purple, and one leg was even more weirdly twisted.

"This kid has good perseverance and high understanding, although his body is a little worse, but he is improving quickly. ”

Zhang Gu carried the tired and paralyzed Shang Luo on his back, feeling that the training intensity was too great, but he didn't want to make Shang Axe unhappy, his face was hesitant, and he said in a tactful tone: "Brother Axe, this kid has been weak since he was a child, and he has just recovered from his injuries two days ago, do you see if it's ......?"

"That's not what I asked for. Shang Axe understood the meaning of Zhang Gu's words and shook his head.

looked at the unconscious young man, and there was a trace of admiration in his eyes: "This kid is enough, I thought that he couldn't hold on to a scholar like him, and I wanted him to retreat in a difficult way, but I didn't expect this kid to grit his teeth and hold on, without saying a word, he was a man." ”

"This kid has been stubborn since he was a child. Zhang Gu smiled bitterly, but in his mind he recalled Shang Luo's childhood, at that time, although he was still young, he was already stubborn enough.

"It's good to be stubborn. Shang Axe responded with a sentence, as if he was caught in some kind of memory, and a look of remembrance appeared on his face: "Stubbornness has the hope of persevering on this road, especially when he is too old and has a bad foundation, if he wants to go down on the martial arts, he must have great perseverance, so that after you send this kid back for a while, come to me to get some horse lotus, yellow hand vine, and white wolfberry, all of which I went to the old forest some time ago to pick, and the color is good, and when the time comes, put it in the basin when he bathes, and it should be almost recovered tomorrow." ”

......

"What's going on? Why hasn't this kid woken up yet?"

"I'm probably tired. ”

In a daze, two familiar voices came from my ears. Shang Luo was subconsciously startled, and when he opened his eyes, he suddenly found that he was soaking in a bucket, submerged in the water from the neck down, and his whole body was naked.

The water was grayish-brown, and when you fished it out by hand, you could see the fine powder floating and sinking in it, and in addition to these powders, there were some vaguely guessable lumps in the water.

The peculiar bitter taste of herbs wafted into the nose, and it was a little choking, but it was not unbearable.

"The smell is sour, like white berries, and this pattern is a horse lotus, as for this, bright yellow, the size of a baby's small hand, it is a yellow hand vine, which is some medicine that nourishes qi and blood, relieves fatigue, and promotes blood circulation. ”

Thanks to a copy of "Herborist" hidden at home, Shang Luo has a certain ability to distinguish herbal medicines. What puzzled him was who had put him in the bucket and who had put the herbs.

"Martial arts, I've fainted after training in the martial arts. ”

Subconsciously looked at his shoulder, although it was still a little red and swollen...... , but much better than before the coma.

"You're finally awake. ”

The sound of water as he looked over his shoulder finally woke up the man and woman in the next room.

"Uncle Zhang, Aunt Zhang?"

Shang Luo exclaimed, seeing two familiar figures, he suddenly realized the whole story, not surprisingly, it was probably Uncle Zhang who carried him who was unconscious, and gave him such a bucket of medicinal baths.

A wave of apology and warmth suddenly surged in my heart.

"I'm sorry to trouble Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang, I will try my best to return the two of you in terms of medicinal materials. ”

The original hot pain in the arm has been relieved a lot, and the high swelling has been mostly eliminated, which shows that the medicine used must be a good medicine. If it was just carried back, Shang Luo would not be like this, but there was a shortage of good medicines. Especially when young and strong practice martial arts, it is normal for them to be injured. In Tailuo Village, good medicine is even harder currency than money.

Listening to Shang Luo's words, Zhang Gu waved his hand again and again, and said, "If you want to thank you, go to Xie Shang Axe Sect Head, the medicine is all given to me by him." ”

Shang Luo nodded, and didn't say anything anymore, just remembered it in his heart.

The two saw Shang Luo wake up, left the food, and left quickly, never going home, the two were afraid that the house would be demolished by the bear child of the dog baby.

Wipe yourself, get dressed, pour water, eat.

Shang Luo looked at the panel while doing his work.

The progress of [Tiger Demon Bone Practice] has reached 26%, and the progress of 5% is extremely fast.

This also confirms Shang Luo's guess, that is, it is much more difficult to upgrade the relatively abstract and extensive conceptual abilities of [calligraphy] and [reading]. Difficult and precious, compared to it, the [Tiger Demon Bone Practice] exercise that is specific to the eighteen movements is not so difficult.

Now, don't look at the difficulty of his [Tiger Demon Bone Practice] cultivation, but Shang Luo knows in his heart that this is mainly related to the fact that most of his bones have been finalized, if he practiced [Tiger Demon Bone Skill] when he was a child, his progress would definitely be much faster than now.

After dealing with the chores in life, Shang Luo made a pot of tea and began his daily task of practicing calligraphy and reading.

The effect of this characteristic is that the spiritual power is slightly increased, and the mental power is slightly purified, and the slight two words indicate that the amplitude is very small, and it is not even measured by percentages, but over time, this does not affect the foundation, like the growth of spring breezes, and the growth of spring breeze is very much in line with Shang Luo's mind.

Of course, there are limits to everything, although the word is powerful, but Shang Luo's ability to bear is limited, if he practices too much every day, he will feel a stinging in his head, as if he has been pierced by a steel needle, and the next day he will be as uncomfortable as a hangover and misbehave. Therefore, he also writes one or two thousand words a day, so that his spiritual power can be increased and purified, and at the same time, it will not be negatively affected.

Of course, there is another reason why I don't write much, the current upgrade of [calligraphy] is too slow, if it used to be a big stride forward, now it is a little old lady with her feet wrapped in swaying forward.

However, although the progress of [reading] is slow, it is still much faster than the current [calligraphy]. In the end, one has not been upgraded, and the other has been upgraded.

For the next few days, Shang Luo was in pain and happy.

Tiger pounce, tiger tearing, tiger bite and other movements have been mastered, and the body has also been strengthened little by little in this continuous training.

Every day, he will practice until his body is almost collapsed, and Shang Axe can control the point between collapse and non-collapse for him very well, and thanks to Shang Axe, these days, every day he is carried back by Uncle Zhang in a coma, and the medicinal bath once a day has never stopped.

Shang Luo, who was reluctant to go, silently accepted this kindness, except for sending a few words, he had no good way to repay it for the time being.

Instead, a few jars of good wine that his cheap father had buried in the yard could be delivered.

Shang Axe is also famous for his good wine in Tailuo Village, and it is said that the serious injury he suffered that year was caused by his greed for alcohol.

On this day, there was no training in the martial arts field, Shang Luo practiced in his small courtyard for a morning, and after taking a bath, he carried the two large jars of wine dug up last night and prepared to send it to Shang Axe.

The cheap old father buried a total of seven jars of wine in the courtyard, two jars for Shang Axe, two jars for Uncle Zhang, two jars for Shang Xishan, and one jar for him to drink.

This wine is said to be sent by the Luo family who made wine when Shang Qinghou visited the Xingluo Plain, there were originally ten altars, and he drank three altars, and the remaining seven altars were buried in the soil.