In the courtyard of the town, the sky is still bright and gray.

The dawn of late autumn was already cold, but the boy was still wearing a thin black suit, but easy to practice, punching and kicking in the empty courtyard.

A cold mist passed through him.

The gray bricks and tiles on all sides were not neatly piled up, small as a finger and no bigger than an egg-shaped hole, pouring into the cold wind passing through the street.

His posture is very strange, it is not a direct practice of boxing, some movements can only be done by holding one breath and exploding, usually after this breath of ordinary people, they are out of breath, and then sit on the ground with a butt, and never want to come a second time.

Even if I reluctantly did it a second time, I would never want to do it a third time.

Lift your feet, punch your fist, step on your feet, step on the knife, blast out a punch again, press the inertia, raise your knees again, use your weak force, borrow stones, and use your strength on the kick that rushes to the sky...

This set of movements, if interrupted, the whole person will inevitably fall down, not to mention that in this so-called body forging method, there are such action routines everywhere that are not complicated, but they cannot breathe.

After finishing a set, he immediately wrapped the prepared iron sand bag over his shoulders and wrapped it around his hands and legs.

After a short break, my heart beat slightly softened, and I repeated the previous action again.

The action is repeated, there are eight back and forth, and eight back and forth need to be done in one go, once the dance starts, the whole person will be carried and moved, if you want to stop, it is embarrassed to lie down.

Syllable...

The boy fell to one knee and pressed his hands to the ground.

"That's enough, today is the first time, it's not easy for you to get to this point. The old servant prepared some medicine for you, boiled water, and soaked it while your muscles and bones were stretched. ”

"It's really interesting what this method is. Xia Guang still stiffened.

Lao Huang shook his head with a smile, and his feminine and fierce but somewhat old face also stretched out a little, "What is the name, but it is the nameless body forging method that my senior brother gave me, you rest first, the water flows for a long time, and you are not in a hurry." ”

With that, he turned around and picked out a packet of mixed medicine wrapped in oiled paper, which he had allocated last night, and first prepared ten packets, which soothered the muscles and invigorated the blood, which could promote the recovery of the body, make the stiff muscles during the exercise become comfortable, and at the same time slightly accelerate the healing of the wounds of the muscles.

Fangzi is the secret recipe of Da Zhou, and Lao Huang was afraid that people would see the clues, so he bought a lot of other useless medicines at the same time.

It's just that because of the lack of a few medicines that can't be bought in the town, the effect of this medicinal soup is also greatly reduced.

When he carried the barrel to the small courtyard, Xia Guang came again.

Lao Huang looked at the young man who was desperate, and he was in a trance for a while.

"Come again!"

"Again!!"

The boy who fell to the ground gritted his teeth and stood up, his muscles that had not been exercised for a long time had hardened and had no strength at all, but there was an inexplicable will to support him so that he could continue.

When he fell down again, Lao Huang stepped out quickly and supported his arms, "Little boy, it's too much, and the water is long." ”

The boy gritted his teeth, then nodded.

A moment later.

The wooden barrel was steaming with white mist, and various medicines were floating on the surface of the water, exuding a rich medicinal fragrance.

Xia Guang soaked comfortably in it, and the old servant moved a chair and sat aside to correct some of his movements just now, saying something like "where the angle of bending the knee is wrong", "where the time to punch is too impatient", or "This iron sand needs to be gradual and can't be carried hard with your body every time"...

One old and one young, one teaches, and the other takes a bath.

In late autumn, when others were still asleep, the two had been in the yard for a long time and chatted for a long time.

When the sky dawned, the sound of rustling began to be heard outside the door, as well as shouting "Cooking cakes, selling cooking cakes, big and fragrant cooking cakes are sold", "Osmanthus cakes, soft, glutinous and sweet, two cents" and so on.

"Childe, you soak first, and the old servant will go buy some breakfast. The feminine servant, wrapped in a garment that half-covered his face, walked out of the front door.

The young man closed his eyes, as if he was carefully appreciating every movement just now, and as if he was brewing his next breath.

After all, this nameless body forging technique requires holding your breath before you can practice it.

The gas, dispersed, can no longer be done.

Lao Huang came back soon, put the osmanthus cake he bought, and a bag of yellow beef on a wooden chair, boiled some white porridge, and sat down far away under the eaves, a pair of slender hands hanging on his legs, that hand is very stable, and killing people should also be very stable.

The medicinal soup gradually warmed up, Xia Guang's skin was slightly red, he changed into a new set of practice clothes, closed his eyes for a long time, and then let out a beast-like roar, and quickly took out the heaviest iron sand of about thirty kilograms and put it on his body.

Without thinking about it, I started a new round of practice.

After a lap of practice, he almost fell down a few times, and he was forced to stand down, ran back quickly, his face was a little pale, he took a few deep breaths, and then put on a slightly lighter iron sand belt on his body, and started a new round of practice.

From heavy to light, he gritted his teeth, as if he was holding on, his skin was slightly red, and his muscles were congested and bulging again.

Finally, at the end of the second round, he gasped heavily and stopped.

Lao Huang stopped at the right time, and then said: "Enough, your performance on the first day has exceeded my imagination a lot, the old servant has a way to soothe and relax the body, you follow the practice." ”

When Xia Guang unloaded the iron sand bag, he began to demonstrate, just a few simple movements, each action with breathing, mainly stretching, and every time he must reach the limit of stretching.

After a few movements, it was the boy who came to do it, the originally swollen muscles, in the stretching, the wound was once again enlarged, the old servant carefully observed, looking serious, worried that the teenager's stretching action was too big, and too much, so it was stopped when necessary.

The teenager's face was distorted, obviously it was an extremely painful process, but...

He gritted his teeth, his eyes unprecedentedly quiet.

Quiet as a beast.

The old servant couldn't help but wonder, what kind of beast is this?

Is it a rabbit, or a cow, or a sheep, or a wolf, a leopard?

Or... Is it a tiger cub?

Or... A young dragon soaring through the sky?

Feeling the seriousness of the young man, Lao Huang decided to give him the best, so he thought about going to the mountains to try his luck and see if he could pick the most important herbs in the secret recipe.

As for trying his luck in other cities to see if he could buy it, he didn't plan to do so.

First, it is expensive, although it is a lot of thousands of taels of silver, but supporting a warrior like Xiaogongzi is actually only rich, and secondly, those medicines are strictly managed, if you buy them, I am afraid that people will be targeted.

Lao Huang's original name was Ling Juehu, he had been in the wind factory of the secret guard, and he naturally knew how smart the nose of the secret agent was, and he would not be naïve to think that the big merchants thought that the Great Zhou was gone.

It can be restored, won't the Great Zhou?

Next.

Before dawn, Xia Guang started exercising as usual, and the old servant burned the medicinal soup, so he whispered, "The old servant went outside to take a walk and see if there were a few important medicines to sell, and he might only be able to come back at night, and the son should pay attention to the exercise."

Xia Guang answered, Lao Huang pushed the door and went out, he naturally wouldn't tell his son that he was going to the mountains to collect medicine.

On the other side, the young man squinted, as if he was thinking about whether he should go to Wuhu Mountain at this time to save the emperor Puxiang, after all, in another world, he owed her a favor, although he later understood the reason, and also let Daji let her fall asleep in the long river of dreams, so as to get a greater chance.

If you want to go, it only takes a few moments to fly over.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

How can you open the green channel for your own interests? Flying over is certainly refreshing, but what do you make those disciples of the family who are working hard to prepare to go up the mountain to save Huang Puxiang?

As a human being, how can you abuse your privileges?

This is not right, it needs to be reflected, this is a manifestation of the impurity and impurity of human nature.

Preventing the slightest and preventing problems before they happen, that is to say, we must reflect on ourselves three times a day, reflect on them at all times, ring the alarm bell in our hearts, and pay attention to nipping this bad sign in the bud.

Always keep in mind that you can't be specialized.

Xia Guang thought about it, but decided to rely on his own ability to climb the mountain to save Huang Puxiang and repay the debt in his previous life.

After all, according to the information fed back in the long river of time when entering this world, the rescue of the Huangpu family failed the first time, and the second time it seems that after "similar bargaining between the two sides", some kind of agreement was reached in exchange for Huangpuxiang.

And he thought about it carefully, and further memories entered his mind, this Huang Puxiang will play a very important role in future history, it seems that the military advisor of the rebel army was included in the account of the number one rebel king in the world.

If history has not changed, then he only needs to go to Wuhu Mountain after the first defeat of the Huangpu family, then it will be too late.

"Okay, since that's the case, then in seven days, within seven days, I must finish learning this body forging exercise. ”

The boy clenched his fists, and then began to exercise, like a tireless bull, except for a short break in the afternoon, he kept practicing this method of body training.

Lift your feet, punch your fist, step on your feet, slash your sword immediately, and punch again...

"Come again!"

"Again!!"

The boy worked hard again and again, and his body was like a steamy barbecue, filled with a thin white li, and his body was full of heat, which was incompatible with the late autumn of the cold town.

"It's almost time for a fist!"

Boom, he sank his waist, lowered his head, and suddenly punched out, which actually drove the air flow to roll, and the sweat around his body was steamed by the heat on the surface of his body, and more and more white wrapped his whole person.

The young man seemed to have the momentum of "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers", and roared in a low voice: "I will succeed in seven days with such exercises!"

At this moment, on the courtyard wall next door, there was a girl lying on her stomach, Fang Cardamom was in her prime, staring at her apricot eyes, poking her head out, her arms across the gray wall, and clapping.

Although it is a burlap shirt, his lips are red and his teeth are white, and his forehead is a little wide, but fortunately, there are neatly combed small bangs to block it.

Judging from her face, she didn't look like a child from a poor family at all, and the girl may have heard the sound of practicing, so she moved a stool and stepped on it, then stood up and looked at the young man practicing in the courtyard next door.

But the young man who practiced the exercises was so serious, but he didn't look at her, but just carried a heavy bag of iron sand, practicing the body forging exercises over and over again.

"Hey... Are you a martial artist of several grades, do you practice the body forging technique every day?" The girl didn't seem to have any scheming, and she didn't know that it was taboo to peek at other people's martial arts, or maybe this body forging technique was really low-end in her eyes, so she just shouted.

Xia Guang didn't answer, he was immersed in his own world.

He had to finish seven days, and he must not be distracted.

A person who practices martial arts, holding his breath, how can he give this breath in order to answer an irrelevant word?

The girl with the small bangs looked at it for a while, stuck out her tongue, and squatted down and ran back.