Feng Xue left, Ning Zhiyuan watched her go, and his heart was inexplicably sad, as Li Jun, a rough man, said, this is a poor person, a poor woman, but in this world, he knows that there are more people who are more pitiful than Feng Xue.

Ning Zhiyuan was very heavy, he unconsciously regarded this as his goal to relive his life, and suddenly felt much taller in his heart.

Ning Zhiyuan, the affairs of Ningxia Mansion, felt that he had been on the road a lot in the past few days, and he didn't need to make any effort at all, his staff had reached more than forty after screening, and there were more than ten people who went to Ningxia Wei with Chen Biao.

Regarding the final line of defense of Ningxia Mansion, under Ning Zhiyuan's order, Ningxia Wei was changed back to Ningxia Guard, and Sun Yi, the deputy chief soldier of Yongning City, had also led more than 10,000 soldiers and horses under his command to Ningxia Wei, more than ten days of hard work, the news of Ning Zhiyuan's military salary had spread throughout Ningxia Mansion under his deliberate spread, and the soldiers in Ningxia were all cheerful, and Sun Yi couldn't help it even if he had any thoughts in his heart.

If the victims are rescued on a large scale, the existing grain reserves in Ningxia Prefecture can last for about four months, but in fact it is less than this time, after all, the victims will move around, and there is no doubt that refugees from Ningxia and Shaanxi will gather for disaster relief.

The autumn grain has just been harvested, but the natural disasters and man-made disasters in the northwest have basically not been harvested for many years, so the grain gap is very large, and there is a gap of at least three months.

On the school field, Ning Zhiyuan is sweating without hesitation, his body has become much stronger, to paraphrase a modern phrase, it is to dress thin and undress, and Ning Zhiyuan is very satisfied.

"Li Jun, if you fought Wei Chang head-on last time, could you beat him?" In his spare time, Ning Zhiyuan sat on the ground regardless of his identity, asking what he was interested in.

"I haven't fought, although his strength is not small, but he will never defeat me." Li Jun replied, his tone firm.

Ning Zhiyuan nodded, and asked again, "Then how many ordinary soldiers can you fight alone." "He has always been very yearning for the force value, I don't know if there is really that kind of military general who pulls out the mountains and covers the world.

"More than a dozen, no matter how many subordinates there are, they can only escape." Li Jun said indifferently, at least Ning Zhiyuan didn't hear the slightest embarrassment.

"Do you think that one person can really fight against a hundred?"

Li Jun thought about it very seriously this time and said, "Yes." ”

"What about one against a thousand?"

"My subordinates haven't seen it." Li Jun's tone fluctuated a little, and he began to wonder if his son-in-law was deliberately embarrassing himself, but thinking that it was unlikely, and thinking about it again, it was still possible, so he simply didn't want to.

"Oh?" Ning Zhiyuan seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly came to his senses, "Have you seen it with one enemy and one hundred?" ”

Li Jun was in a trance for a moment, nodded, as if he remembered something, and his face became a little gloomy, "Nurhachi can do it." "He doesn't want to admit it, but that's what it is.

Ning Zhiyuan was silent for a while, and suddenly smiled, "Then do you say that this son can do it?" ”

Li Jun glanced at Ning Zhiyuan with disdain and said, "Childe, it's time for you to rest." "My mood has become a lot better, looking at the yearning of my son-in-law.

"Do you know where your gap is?" Ning Zhiyuan saw that Li Jun seemed to be normal, and continued to ask.

"I know, but I can't do it." Li Jun is very serious this time, of course, he is serious most of the time, "Nurhachi can fight for several hours in a row, and his subordinates will lose their strength in one hour at most." ”

This is not because of force, but because of physical strength, but Li Jun's physical strength is definitely much stronger than that of ordinary people, and ordinary exercise can no longer play any role, but it is still inferior to Nurhachi, but there is really no way.

But it's just that his physical strength is stronger, and that is not the kung fu that Ning Zhiyuan yearns for, he also thought that he could be infinitely powerful, and condensed the legendary internal force.

"I thought you could develop your internal strength." Ning Zhiyuan sighed with some disappointment, and smiled at the soldier who was also resting on the side, and the soldier suddenly felt that his resting posture was too unique, shouldn't it, but this general soldier is really kind and young.

"Internal forces?" Li Jun was puzzled and shook his head, this was another new term spoken by his own son, but he suddenly felt as if something flashed in his mind.

"Internal strength, internal strength." Li Jun suddenly exclaimed, startling Ning Zhiyuan, who was smiling on the side.

"Childe, you are really a man of God." Li Jun said with emotion, "I have practiced for 30 years and have not understood the things that you have not understood, and you said it casually. ”

Ning Zhiyuan blinked, his mouth slightly open, "You mean, there is really internal force?" ”

"Yes." Li Jun said, "Don't talk about Nurhachi, even I may have it in my own body, otherwise I won't be able to fight for an hour, I always didn't understand what the warm current in my body is when I am tired, but today's son said it thoroughly." ”

"You mean, the internal force is what you help replenish your physical strength when you are tired?" Ning Zhiyuan felt that he understood and asked.

"That's how it should be." Li Jun affirmed, Ning Zhiyuan couldn't help but think of Zhao Zilong, who was seven in and seven out of the Three Kingdoms, as if his endurance was quite sufficient, could it really be just like this? He was a little confused.

"Childe, I've figured out a way to defeat Nurhachi." Li Jun said with blazing eyes, it seemed that Ning Zhiyuan had just given him inspiration.

"But," Ning Zhiyuan pondered for a long time before he said with some seriousness, "Nurhachi has been killed by Inspector Yuan. ”

Ning Zhiyuan wanted to laugh, but held back, and found that Li Jun was not smiling, still looking at him.

"It's about constantly breaking through your own limits, and then you can become stronger when you recover." Li Jun looked at the blue sky and said very seriously.

Ning Zhiyuan was silent again.

"I'm going to practice with you." After a long time, Ning Zhiyuan also said very seriously.

The construction of Ningxia Zhongwei is being carried out in an orderly manner, these refugees reclaim the wasteland or comb the uninhabited land every day, and then Ning Zhiyuan gives them food, and the life is also fulfilling, next to the Great Wall, if the Mongols are not afraid of death, they will come to attack here.

Although the Great Wall built by Qin Shi Huang restrained his ambitions, it was still very effective in resisting foreign enemies, otherwise Houjin would not have to wait for Wu Sangui to let them in.

There are more rows of huts in the suburbs, which are very sturdy, because Ning Zhiyuan told these refugees that this is their future home, and the people are sometimes really obedient, that's all, that's all.

And after Ning Zhiyuan talked to Li Jun that day, the idea of practicing martial arts in his heart became even stronger, and he often thought that if he was as powerful as Li Jun, then Feng Lei would be killed by himself.

When Ning Zhiyuan finished the strength training on his hands, he couldn't stand it when he did more than twenty push-ups, and he wanted to start again after resting, but he saw Li Jun doing the same movements as him without changing his face on the side, without slowing down at all, and supporting his body again.

He remembers that it is necessary to break through the limits to be stronger.

When his hands could no longer support his body, he slammed into the ground, and everyone stepped forward to help him up, Ning Zhiyuan already felt that his hands had lost his senses, but he still got rid of the soldiers who were supporting him, and ran again.

Ning Zhiyuan didn't remember how long it took for him to lose consciousness, he remembered that the guards had persuaded him many times, and he remembered that when he fainted, he seemed to glance at Li Jun, and he was still doing push-ups at a constant speed, so when he fainted, he felt very ashamed.

A small room with a slightly modest bed.

When he woke up, Ning Zhiyuan felt that his whole body was sore, his hands were like this, his legs were like this, they were all like this.

A maid was guarding the bed, and it was dark outside.

Practicing martial arts is really a difficult thing, Ning Zhiyuan sighed, thinking that he used to do push-ups and run occasionally, and it was really a good family.

Qiang supported his body and wanted to get up, but found that he really couldn't do it, the maid found that Ning Zhiyuan had woken up at this time, and called to help him up, Ning Zhiyuan wanted to wave his hand, but still gave up, "You let the guards outside come in to help." ”

The maid nodded and did so.

The guards came in to help Ning Zhiyuan, and then went to the thatched house.

The maid suddenly felt that this young prefect was really strange, why not let herself bring the night pot over?