At dawn, it was not yet dawn.

Ah Fu, the cook of the Huangpu family, has not yet gotten up from the warm bed, and outside the warm cup, the cold winter air is like a snake.

It's undesirable to get up.

"Ahhh Ah Fu gritted his teeth, lifted the quilt, quickly put on his clothes, and was ready to go to the breakfast of the whole family.

Of course, he is not the only cook, and there are many who have a lot of hands.

Pushing the door, a biting wind outside the door broke in, which made Ah Fu shiver again.

This somewhat honest cook couldn't help muttering: "It's so cold, who wants to get up on this kind of day, those young ladies are afraid that they are all sleeping happily in bed." They all say that it is difficult to learn martial arts, is it easy for me to be a cook?"

Shaking his head, Ah Fu lowered his head and hurried away.

The stars are still there.

It was still dark, but it was a little more white and a little gray.

As he passed through the courtyard, Ah Fu faintly heard shouts and cheers in the distance.

He was a little puzzled, and walked forward quickly, and after turning a corner, he saw a young man in a strong suit in the courtyard beating his fists and feet.

At a glance, the sweat on his body rose like a white mist.

He looked serious, fast and slow.

It turned out to be a little boy!!

Xia Guang was extremely serious in boxing, and in the early winter, he only wore a thin shirt, his limbs, including his back, were wrapped in iron sand bags, punching and kicking, and practicing moves.

A set of tricks came down like a stream, and he seemed dissatisfied.

Looking down in thought, sweat dripping down his forehead, he even forgot to wipe it.

It flowed down his ears and down his neck.

He seemed to have found something that he was not satisfied with just now, and suddenly if he was hunting a tiger, he punched out.

Sweat was thrown out with this sudden movement.

Xia Guang's eyes were serious, and he walked with his fists, as if there was no one around.

Ah Fu just stared at it dumbfounded.

He was shy about what he had just been afraid of.

Since returning from home last time, the little boy seems to have changed as a person, diligent and hardworking, which makes Ah Fu deeply understand a truth.

The so-called genius is one percent of talent, plus ninety-nine percent of diligence.

The little boy is diligent enough, so he can achieve today's achievements.

Thinking about it, Ah Fu stopped slightly, and then with some respect that began to change, he went in the direction of the stove again.

Practice three dogs in summer, and practice three nines in winter.

In the most extreme weather, only the most diligent people will always get up when others are still asleep, swing their fists like fools, and practice martial arts.

When the disciples of the family got up and came to the courtyard to practice the exercises, they saw that the little boy was wrapped in wet clothes, his hair was wild and scattered, and his eyes were extremely bright.

Some disciples scoffed, thinking that it was just pretense.

But no one dared to say it, because this little prince was no longer Wuxia Ameng, in the Jiangnan ring, the second son of the Murong family was defeated with two punches, as well as Huang Puliao, and then the story of a halberd defeating the great elder has spread to the buzz, and the city is full of it.

You can question that the exercises he practices are not the number of righteous paths, but you can't underestimate him.

Seeing that the disciples of the family came to practice, Xia Guang left.

Day 2.

Day 3.

...

Day 10.

...

Half a month.

Every morning, before dawn.

The figure of the little boy must have appeared in the courtyard.

Even the earliest cook, when he got up from the bed, he could see the little boy punching and kicking, sweating like rain, looking focused, and no one around.

One move, one style, dignified.

Where is there any demonic way?

Gradual.

The disciples of the family who practiced in the morning, those who questioned and scoffed at first, all shut up.

Someone began to sigh.

There is no genius in this world, but he uses other people's sleeping kung fu to practice martial arts.

And when they chatted first during the day, those disciples who were good friends with the second son, when they said, "That Emperor Puguang just used secret methods and practiced evil martial arts, so that he could progress quickly", others did not answer.

After all, every morning, everyone can see the boxing skills practiced by the little boy.

He is extremely frank, and his fists and feet are not profound, let alone fancy, and he is not subtle.

Such clumsy boxing can even make people feel bored and even sleepy while fighting.

However, the little boy not only practiced every day, but even the iron sand bag he was carrying on his back was getting heavier and heavier.

Of course, the rumor is that the three of them have become tigers, and everyone is gold.

However, in the face of the facts, it will be self-defeating.

The rumors slowly faded away.

The boy didn't seem to be surprised at all what he was talking about, what was going on to evaluate him.

It's okay to praise him, or scold him, what does it have to do with him?

One day, when the little boy unloaded the iron sand bag, an elite disciple named Huang Pu Dali went to test the weight of the iron sand bag.

He was one of the people who had the best relationship with the second son, and shouted that morning: "Let me debunk this liar, everyone see, there must be something wrong with this iron sand bag." ”

After speaking, Huang Pu vigorously picked up one of the iron sand bags.

"How's it going, Dali?" asked the companion who came along.

Huang Pu's body froze vigorously, and then let go of his hand and fled shyly.

The other disciples who came over didn't know why, so they went to test the weight of the iron sand bag one by one.

Silently...

With such a weight on your back, it's a little hard to stand, let alone boxing?

"Hey, I kind of understand how Huang Puguang can rise. ”

Suddenly, a disciple of the family who was like a pine and cypress and stood straight sighed.

Another chimed in: "I get it, too." ”

People who don't understand, one by one to try the weight of the iron sand bag, one by one to see if they can get up earlier than the little boy, but a day or two can be, if you stick to it, you can't do it at all.

"No hard work, no harvest, Guang'er can have such an achievement, it is really his own practice. ”

In the early morning of another day, Huang Punian, the head of the Huang Pu family, stood on the cloister, stroked his long beard, and nodded secretly.

Seeing Ah Fu, who was a cook, passing by, he shouted: "Ah Fu, go and get my secret medicinal food to replenish the yuan, and make up for the little boy in the next few days." ”

Ah Fu hurriedly said: "Yes!"

——

In the depths of winter, the cold with moisture invades the pores and almost cuts the soul.

Xia Guang jumped down from the flat boat like a painting, and his body was already extremely strong, like an agile cheetah.

Lao Huang's carriage is always waiting for him here.

Even if he didn't come, the old servant still came here and waited.

"Lao Huang, go and ask your senior brother, can I practice the follow-up exercises?"

Xia Guangxing rushed to the road.

The old servant's cloudy eyes lit up, "Is your first-grade realm stable?"

"Not bad!"

Xia Guang nodded, and then on the shore of this West Lake, he used the move of the Collapse Fist.

In fact, the Collapse Fist moves are extremely simple, and the most important thing is the luck method.

If you can knock a cow in one circle, it will naturally be more powerful than an ordinary punch.

One force breaks through ten thousand coincidences, this is the collapse force.

No heavy moves, but gravity.

Although Xia Guang's moves were simple, this time he didn't keep his hand, and every time he punched to the end, he always rushed to the end of the punch, making an abrupt explosion in the air.

After a while, he gathered his fist and looked at Lao Huang: "How is it, Lao Huang?"

I can't wait to practice the halberd method! I have already heard that the second grade is to train weapons, and to use weapons as a continuation of the limbs.

Just look, can I just fight?"

The old servant was really stunned, the little boy just now was really impeccable.

But he really didn't expect that in just over a month, the little boy would be able to practice to this extent.

Lu Shaoji's terrifying incomparable, focusing on the foundation, is on the word "collapse", it takes many years of effort, and then, when you practice the exercises later, it is like a bamboo, very fast.

Moreover, he didn't dare to come up with a follow-up halberd method now.

If the little boy uses a halberd, and the style is the same as that of the big merchant demon body, then what will others think?

Therefore, the old servant shook his head and said softly: "Does the son want to listen to the old servant, or do you want to listen to a strict master?"

Xia Guang is so smart, the old servant just understands this sentence.

smiled self-deprecatingly, and didn't ask any more, "Okay, Lao Huang, I know what you mean, don't say it, save me some face." ”

Old Huang leaned over and said with a smile: "Childe, the old servant will take you to a place." ”