"The so-called martial arts is to use the power of qi and blood in one's body to nourish one's body and then have very strong power. ”

An Qing jumped down from An He's arms, grabbed a heavy stone on the ground, and handed it to An He, with a slight provocation in her eyes.

An He took the stone, held it in the palm of his hand, rubbed his five fingers, and the originally hard stone silently turned into powder and slowly flowed down from An He's palm like quicksand.

"Wow, Daddy is so good!" An Qing pretended to applaud.

An He's vanity was greatly satisfied at this moment, and he smiled arrogantly.

"But why is Dad still so afraid of Mommy?"

"......" An He felt that someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head, looked at An Qing's smile, and said in a pretentious gesture: "Dad, that's not afraid, dad loves mom, and if you love someone, you will become coward......ly."

"Then can you beat your mother?" An Qing then asked.

"Uh......"

An He looked at the sky, turned his head and laughed a few times, trying to fool himself like this, but his pants were tightly grasped by a small hand, and what caught his eye was An Qing's curious gaze.

An He squatted down and looked directly at An Qing, "Dad is a martial artist, Mom is a witch, one is the power of the body, and the other is relying on spells." So you get it?"

An Qing came to her senses and nodded as if she didn't understand.

An He exhaled a long breath at this time, but fortunately he still kept the last bit of image in his daughter's mind.

"It turns out that I still can't beat it. An Qing muttered quietly.

An He suddenly felt a mouthful of old blood blocking his heart.

"Martial Master, is it okay?" a middle-aged thin man walked up to him and asked, the dim eyes in his sunken eye sockets shining with hope at this time. The figure may have been so thin and thin, or maybe he deliberately bent down and lowered his posture.

An He put away his original unorthodox demeanor, and an invisible coercion rushed out of his body, oppressing everywhere, and said solemnly: "Okay, now, are you resting?"

"That's it!"

The boy's slightly immature voice was mixed with the hoarse and strong voice of the men, and the firm and decisive answer was deafening, echoing constantly by the river.

An He glanced at the children with firm eyes, nodded, and continued: "Then, from now on, in the one-on-one actual combat drill, I will point out your shortcomings one by one!

"Yes!"

As soon as the words ended, the crowd dispersed regularly.

According to the age of each child, they were divided into a team, and then the rest of the people formed a circle of 100 zhang square, and two teenagers in their teens walked out first, and on the stone-paved clearing, they clenched their fists at each other and set up an offensive posture.

Most people can't see it at all, and can only try to poke their heads out or help their children to recover, from older to younger, younger children are weaker, so they can have a longer preparation time.

And in the column before the circle, An He stood here with An Qing.

The two people on the open space had already been handed over together, their fists and legs collided, and there was a muffled sound, and the two teenagers were evenly matched.

"Dad, why are they working so hard to be a martial artist?"

An Qing leaned on An He's legs, watching the two teenagers in front of her constantly exchange fists and feet, and couldn't figure out why the two of them looked so hard.

An He squatted down, put his hands on An Qing's shoulders, and whispered in his ear, "Did you see that thin uncle just now?"

"I remember. An Qing nodded, the uncle just now, his body was thin and hunchbacked, his eyes were all sunken, and he naturally had an impression in his heart.

An He snorted and continued: "If that uncle doesn't have an accident, he will die in two or three years. ”

"Why?" asked An Qing suspiciously.

"Because, when he gives birth to an heir, the bad luck accumulated in his body will rush out of his body and then inherit it into his child. And the process of bad luck rushing out will cause great damage to his body, usually speaking, after giving birth to an heir, the man can live for more than ten or twenty years at most. ”

An He watched the duel between the two teenagers while patiently explaining the reason for this for An Qing.

"Daddy...... Will you do the same?" An Qing looked at An He's face, reached forward and stroked An He's face, and said worriedly. Shui Ling's eyes were stained with a mist.

An He smiled when he heard it, touched An Qing's head and said, "You don't have to worry about Dad, if you are unlucky, you will not break through Dad's body, because you are an innocent body." ”

"Innocent Body?" An Qing tilted her head, not understanding what An He meant.

An He didn't know how to explain to An Qing, so he could only say casually: "This father is not very clear, if you have time, you can ask your mother about her." In short, Dad will not be affected by bad luck. ”

An Qing was relieved.

An He's heart warmed when he saw An Qing caring about him so much, but a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes, and then added: "However, those uncles and uncles are not so lucky, they all have the sequelae left by bad luck in their bodies. Their lives have been put to an end. ”

"Huh, what are we going to do?"

An He looked at An Qing's somewhat silly appearance, and couldn't help laughing, but he still held back a smile and said: "So, these brothers are just to help their father, so they want to work so hard to become martial arts." ”

On the clearing, the two teenagers were still handing over one move after another, even though they were already wet with sweat, and there were a lot of bruises hanging everywhere.

But the two looked at each other without the slightest resentment, only with incomparable firmness.

Because only by persevering for a longer time and using every move and style you have learned can you make the only martial artist here better guide your mistakes.

Both of them understand this truth in their hearts, so they are extremely hardworking.

An Qing looked at the bruises all over the two of them, and said unbearably, "Does it matter?"

That doesn't look too bad......

"Only when you become a martial artist and your body is strong enough can you go to the outside world through the river, so that you can have the opportunity to find a way to save your father. ”

After An He finished speaking, he saw that the two teenagers in the open space were already stumbling when they were walking, and hurriedly shouted, "Okay, it's okay." ”

The two of them stopped at this time, but before they had taken two steps, they both fell down and hit the ground solidly.

The father of the two hurriedly stepped forward, lifted the two teenagers, and walked towards An He.

The man came to him, An He pointed to the two and said: "This kid, the next plate is not good, the moves are too blunt, the coordination is not enough, if it is still like this during the test, most of the time you can't pass the way of flowing water, you can ......"

The man holding the boy nodded yes again and again, secretly wrote down An He's words in his heart, and prepared to better train his children.

After An He finished guiding the shortcomings of the two children, the two men nodded and thanked each other and walked away, both of them were burly and muscular men who kept bowing and thanking An He.

Although An He is taller, his body is relatively thin, and if he talks about the sense of shock, he is far inferior to the two big men.

However, the rest of the people did not look surprised at all.

Two more teenage children walked into the open space, learning the process of the previous two, and a new round of practice began.

An Qing tugged at An He's trouser legs, "Go on, why do you have to become a martial artist to get out, so has anyone really succeeded in saving his father?"

"Because when you go to the outside world through the river, you need to bear a violent impact, and if your body is not strong enough, you can't get out at all, and you will die directly in the river tunnel. As for whether anyone has succeeded in this ......"

An He touched his chin, recalled his memory, and said:

"There are a few in the record, but when they came back, they all lost their memories of the outside world, and they only remembered that they brought back a medicine that could help relieve the after-effects of the bad luck on their bodies. ”

"Can I go out and play when I become a martial artist?"

"Huh?" An He was stunned by An Qing's question, "It stands to reason that you can go out." ”

An Qing immediately said excitedly: "Dad, I want to learn martial arts!"

An He: "......."

Dare to say that he has been saying for so many years has no effect, and now that he can go out, he will immediately arouse the interest of this little girl to learn martial arts.

How do you feel so complicated......

complained about his daughter in his heart, but he still had to pretend to smile on the surface, and said to An Qing: "Okay, Dad will slowly teach you martial arts in the future." ”

"Uh-huh!" An Qing nodded repeatedly, looking very well-behaved.

At this time, the two teenagers who were practicing also used all their strength, and when An He saw this, he immediately shouted to stop, and then the father of the two teenagers came over with his children to listen to An He's guidance.

From each person's physical physique to the training method that suits them, An He gave them a thorough explanation.

After hearing this, those men thanked them repeatedly, and then hurriedly stepped aside, not daring to delay the practice of others there.

The endless river is still rumbling and surging.