The next day, Xiao Fan got up early in the morning and was a little sleepy-eyed. I can't help it, I don't want to think about it, but my body is honest. The biological clock that the predecessor has developed for many years is estimated to be difficult to change. However, Xiao Fan was not ready to change.

Because from today on, he is "Xiao Fan", the Xiao Fan of this world.

The habit developed by the predecessor, the first thing to do after waking up is to cultivate.

As for breakfast, the special compressed biscuits made by the Martial Arts Administration are soaked in water, except for a little unpalatable, they are more than enough for breakfast.

The room of more than 60 square meters was specially made with a partition in the corner of the wall, which was used for cultivation.

"Tempered by a Thousand Tempers", when cultivating, you need to do a lot of actions that challenge the limits of the human body and even anti-~ human beings, with specific breathing methods to exercise the musculoskeletal of the whole body. It is also necessary to apply a special medicated oil to the whole body.

There is a small refrigerated cabinet in the compartment, which is specially used to store medicinal oils and pills.

Taking off his clothes, Xiao Fan opened the black clay pot containing the medicinal oil and poured it into a coffin-like white container next to him.

This is an auxiliary facility customized by Fang Xiu for Xiao Fan.

Normal application of medicated oil, there may be uneven application, or some places cannot be applied, after all, Fang Xiu is not at home every day. So through my own relationship, I customized such a machine.

There are special containers on the machine for the oil that needs to be applied. When the medicated oil is poured, the person only needs to lie down and the machine will start on its own.

The specially prepared liquid medicine in this machine can be mixed and diluted with medicinal oil. It is then evenly applied to the entire body of the user through a special device that fills the inside.

The machine itself also releases a weak electric current to stimulate the acupuncture points and act as a massage. At the same time, it will also release shock waves at a specific frequency to warm up the user in advance.

Even the dilution was carefully blended by Fang Xiu according to the ingredients of the medicinal oil. It can not only strengthen the body's absorption of medicinal oil ingredients, but also strengthen the effect of cultivation.

It can be said that Fang Xiu is extremely concerned about Xiao Fan's cultivation.

Obviously, the entire instrument had been completely closed, but Xiao Fan opened his eyes and looked around, and found that the inner wall of the instrument was flickering with a little light. Although it is weak, with its current physical fitness, it can barely see.

Immediately after, the instrument ran automatically, and he felt cold all around him, as if a gust of wind was suddenly blowing from all directions. The wind was not strong, and it was as soft as a willow branch brushing its hair by the river in spring.

Then, with a "buzz", the wind stopped.

A little bit of fine blue arcs, in accordance with the preset order, cruised around Xiao Fan's body, stimulating one acupuncture point after another.

In the flash of lightning, there were torrential raindrops all over the body. smashed into the body, the whole body was crispy and numb, and after a while, there was a feeling of burning all over the body.

The wind stops, the electricity stops, and the rain stops.

Crawling out of the open warehouse door, Xiao Fan put on his practice clothes and started a day's workout.

Even this practice uniform is a good thing that Fang Xiu got from the military through his own connections.

I don't know what material the black practice clothes are made of, although they are close to the whole body, Xiao Fan does not have the slightest sense of restraint.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Fan swallowed the pill in his hand in one gulp.

The art of "Tempering a Thousand Exercises" is very similar to yoga, which is exercised through several specific sets of movements with fixed breathing.

The body is coarse iron, and those anti-~ human movements are iron hammers, and the small amount of aura absorbed through specific breathing methods is flames. As for medicated oil, it is both an accelerant and a coolant.

After the mutation, the aura exists in the air. It's just that normal people don't open up the palace of life and can't store it.

Normal cultivation is more like boiling a frog in warm water, allowing the body to gradually adapt to the aura step by step, slowly strengthening the body in the process, and finally opening up the life palace.

And "A Thousand Tempers" is more like using boiling water from the beginning. Relying on the magic of medicinal oil, this frog will not die due to the high temperature, but there is no way to reduce the pain.

In other words, that kind of suffering is originally part of cultivation. Those who can withstand this kind of pain must have their will tempered sufficiently and become strong enough.

With the memory of his predecessor, Xiao Fan still tried to start from the first stage of the exercises. After all, there are four stages in this martial art: Thousand Hammers, One Hundred Tempers, Ten Refinements, and Sharpening the Edge.

Except for the last "sharpening edge", which is a little vague, in the first few stages, the further back you go, the more anti-~ human beings.

In particular, the rhythm of breathing, which is short in duration and time, must also be coordinated with the corresponding movements.

Feeling the pill in his mouth gradually dissolve, Xiao Fan tried to start with the first action of "Thousand Hammers".

Then, I couldn't help but fall to the ground.

"Thousand Hammers" has ten sections, each with ten movements. There are 20 sections of 25 movements in each section. The "Ten Tempers" have 50 sections, and each section has 20 movements.

What's even more outrageous is that each action has to go through a specific change to connect to the next. The further back, the more reversed the action ~ human, and the more complex the change.

Just now, Xiao Fan just tried to convert the first action of the first section to the second action, and then his whole body was like countless ants constantly climbing, his muscles were soft, he lost his strength, and he could only fall to the ground.

"Damn, how did the predecessor endure such inhuman pain!"

Xiao Fan was secretly amazed by the perseverance of his predecessor. With the foundation of the predecessor, the previous movements can be made easily, but the itchy feeling is completely beyond Xiao Fan's expectations.

Xiao Fan, who refused to admit defeat, stood up.

This time he had a bottom in his heart, and he endured that sour feeling, Xiao Fan insisted on starting from the first action and slowly doing it.

The "ants" on their bodies climbed faster and faster as they progressed more and more, but they finally completed the first section.

It was only a few minutes, and Xiao Fan's forehead was already full of sweat.

However, Xiao Fan found that as the action progressed, his tolerance for this kind of itching became extremely high.

Xiao Fan never thought that he was the person with great talent, otherwise he would not have achieved nothing in his twenties in his previous life.

The only explanation is the legacy of the predecessor.

In fact, when Xiao Fan woke up in the morning, he vaguely felt that the sense of estrangement when he first crossed over was being eliminated.

When I first "moved in" this body, it was like wearing a thick glove to pick out the vegetable leaf between my teeth. I knew where it was, but I couldn't figure it out.

Just woke up from a sleep, and that estrangement seemed to be slowly disappearing. No, not fading. And an invisible hand, helping himself, little by little to eliminate the thickness of the glove, and even guiding himself to explore a more accurate position.

Especially when Xiao Fan began to cultivate, this process began to speed up, and as the cultivation action advanced, it became faster and faster.

It's not that he's talented, but as his cultivation progresses, there seems to be a force in his body that is getting used to it, or accelerating his ability to endure this kind of suffering.

When Xiao Fan was on Earth, he once saw a very interesting statement: some people who received organ transplants will change their living habits after surgery and become the same as donors. There are also a small number of people who will gradually change their personality to donors.

Organ transplants are like this, so what if the whole body is someone else's?

Xiao Fan didn't know, but thinking of the "thank you" he heard last night, Xiao Fan had a little unreliable, even very strange guess. But is there anything more supernatural than a time travel?

Are you helping me?

Xiao Fan raised his head and stared ahead. The position is the diary of the predecessor.

Is it just because he said that......

Through memory, Xiao Fan knew that his predecessor's feelings for Fang Xiu were very complicated.

Resentful that he didn't stop the thug, but also grateful for the other party's years of care.

It was an emotion that Xiao Fan was difficult to understand, in a sense, the predecessor had already regarded Fang Xiu as his father.

Especially the parents of the predecessor are really kind people. Under the influence of such a family, the predecessor understood early on that the death of his parents was actually his own choice.

At that time, they could have relied on the superior performance of the Qinggang Sword to quickly avoid it, but they didn't.

He also knew that the rioters' unplanned increase in force was an unforeseen accident.

But he lost his parents and became an orphan.

It's just that Fang Xiu has spent nearly ten years taking care of him.

In order to take care of him, Fang Xiu gave up the opportunity to be transferred to the General Bureau, just because he didn't want to leave.

In order to help him cultivate, Fang Xiu used his contribution to the Bureau to help him obtain all the resources he could obtain. And these could have helped him go further.

Therefore, Fang Xiu became his "father".

I was grateful, but the indifference in the early days, the gradually withdrawn character after the loss of his parents, and Fang Xiu's own deliberate evasion, made him unable to vent this emotion.

Until yesterday.

Xiao Fan helped "Xiao Fan" say a greeting that was not a greeting.

Is it a thanksgiving, or a gift before liberation......

Xiao Fan didn't know, but since he survived the first quarter, the progress behind him was like a god.

In one morning, Xiao Fan did the three stages three times.

Especially the second time, although the more you go to the back, the pain is still there. By the middle and late stages of the third stage, Xiao Fan wanted to give up several times. But he gritted his teeth and persevered.

This is something that the Ningbo Royal Sister coach in the gym did not do back then.

Well, Ningbo is really big.

When it came to the third time, Xiao Fan was stunned to find that except for the third paragraph, which was a little unbearable, the first two paragraphs actually passed smoothly?!

"Lai, what time is it?"

Feeling that his stomach was drumming, Xiao Fan shouted.

Li, who was dressed in a black off-the-shoulder dress, appeared in the air: "At half past eleven, the wood has already ordered takeout, just go to the restaurant when you are ready." ”

"What? I've been cultivating for so long? ”

Xiao Fan: (゚o゚;

I remember getting up around five o'clock, washing and eating, and it took less than ten minutes.

In other words, I actually practiced for more than six hours? Or is it that inhuman pain?!

Thinking back to the previous Ningbo coach, Xiao Fan can only say sorry - perhaps, I prefer cute girl paper.

No, it can only be said that the legacy of the predecessor is too deep.

Lying in the previous instrument, I received a full range of washing.

That's right, that coffin-like thing, in addition to assisting in cultivation, can also be used as a jacuzzi after being connected to the water pipe, or the fully automatic kind - people only need to lie inside, and the rest will be handed over to the machine.

Instructed Li to let the household robot come over to collect the changed clothes after a while, and Xiao Fan opened the door to eat.

As soon as he sat down, Xiao Fan saw Fang Xiu's constipated expression on the opposite side, thinking about the bits and pieces in the "memory", and couldn't help but care: "What's wrong, body, is it uncomfortable?" ”

Maybe it's the legacy of the predecessor, or maybe it's not used to caring about such a familiar stranger, so it's a little stammering. It is also in line with the character design of the predecessor, so Fang Xiu is not surprised.

He didn't think strange, but after answering "It's okay", he frowned there, then raised his head and stared at Xiao Fan: "I have a choice here, it depends on how you choose." ”

After speaking, he finally threw off his burden and leaned back in his chair, just staring at Xiao Fan with both eyes.