Early tomorrow morning, early in the morning, Yang Qi woke up from sleep. Looking at the ceiling, he found that he was still in the Jingwu Society's wing, and had not returned to his home. There was a kind of consciousness in the dark, Yang Qi knew that he was the "dream" of his national art, and he would not wake up for a while.

Sitting cross-legged and facing the sky, a stream of heat emanated from his chest and rushed to the limbs, and the liliang of the Golden Wheel Relic was once again stimulated. Ever since Yang Qi had cultivated to the first level of Prajna Gong, he could feel the existence and state of that relic.

He felt that this relic could be used for about a month, and within this month, he could use the liliang of this relic to refine the dragon elephant prajna. At the same time, Yang Qi also found that his talent in Dragon Elephant Gong was indeed inferior to Praruo Gong, which had been cultivated to the first level on the first day, and the second layer was also in sight. But the Dragon Elephant Gong doesn't seem to have moved yet, and it needs to be practiced little by little.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Yang Qi always felt that a considerable part of the heat flow into his body was sucked away by the palm of his left hand, and there was not much that finally acted on his body to become the help of Dragon Elephant Gong, and he didn't know where these heat flows went.

"At this pace, you will be able to practice the second level of Prajna Gong within a month. Feeling a hint of refinement, Yang Qi got up. After cleaning up his body, Yang Qi changed into an authentic Republic of China kung fu costume and walked to Mr. Tang Da's courtyard.

Mr. Tang Da also lives in the Jingwu Guild now, but it is relatively remote and clean. When the first rays of sunlight shone on the earth, Yang Qi came to Mr. Tang Da's courtyard on time, and Mr. Tang Da was also standing quietly in the courtyard, with an unfathomable feeling.

Of course, whether it was really awesome or pretending, Yang Qi decided to experience it himself.

"Sir, here I am. Yang Qi stood five steps away and arched his hand, "Where do we start?"

"Yang Qi, although I have already decided to teach you, I want to ask you one more question before I officially teach you. Mr. Tang Da looked into Yang Qi's eyes: "Learning kung fu is very hard, a person must have a firm belief in order to persevere, and this belief is a weishenme to put it bluntly - you weishenme want to learn kung fu?"

"This ......" Yang Qi thought for a moment and asked, "What can my answer affect?" Anyway, I decided to teach, why ask this now? Especially, Yang Qi himself actually didn't know, or hadn't thought about it.

"Influence, not much, it's just that it affects whether I teach you the real skills. Mr. Tang Da smiled: "If you don't answer well, I will tell you to go to the horse step to stand on the pile, and learn a little bit of skill through great hardship." You have to answer well-"

"What's the matter? Can you learn a little bit of hard work?"

"No, I don't even let you stand on the horse step pile, and you have to suffer a hundred percent to learn a skill. ”

Yang Qi immediately complained in his heart--then who can answer well!

"It seems that the answer to this question is quite influential, but to be honest, I haven't thought about it carefully. Although he vomited in his heart, Yang Qi still thought for a while and replied seriously: "To be honest, although the national disaster is at the head of this era, I don't have the great enlightenment of helping the crisis and saving the world. I was interested in Baguazhang at the beginning, and I couldn't say why, I just wanted to learn, so I learned. It may sound funny, but for me now, there is no answer to this question, it is just learning for the sake of learning. ”

"There's no answer yet, right?" Mr. Tang nodded: "Then wait until you've had enough of suffering, and ask again." ”

Enough of suffering...... Why do you always have an ominous feeling? Is the shadow on Mr. Tang Da's face my delusion? How do you feel like such a villain!" "First, sir, am I going to stand on the stake?"

If you want to stand on the pile, you must ask for the pile!

"Yes, stand. ”

Yang Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Standing is a station, but it's not for you to stand on a pile. Mr. Tang Da stretched out his hand and pointed: "Do you see that water tank?"

"See. Yang Qi looked at the super large water tank that was nearly one meter seven high, and the ominous premonition in his heart was even stronger.

"You stand on the edge of the cylinder and go up to the horse step, which is called the horse step station cylinder, also known as the standing ring pile. Mr. Tang Da patted Yang Qi on the shoulder, and his voice was gentle: "Go ahead, take off your shoes, don't ask you too much for the first time, just stand for fifteen minutes." ”

"Oh, good. Yang Qi moved his hands and feet and walked over, stretched out his hand to touch the edge of the cylinder - why is it so narrow! Swallowed, looked back at Mr. Tang Da, Mr. Tang Da said in a fierce voice: "Go quickly!"

"Got it!"

Grabbed the edge of the cylinder with both hands, kicked his hands and propped it up, and stood up neatly. At this time, Yang Qi was very grateful to the Dharma King and his old man, if it weren't for the baptism of the relics, he would definitely not be this Ma Lijin.

"Hurry up, let go of your hands, face out, stand up, stand up!" a stern voice came, and Yang Qi could only quickly let go of his hand. Swing forward, shake back, steady, steady-can't steady!

This cylinder edge, ultra-slippery!

"Hold--!" With a miserable shout, Yang Qi disappeared into the vat. After a while, there was an echoing voice from the tank: "Why is this tank so tricky! There is even a small half buried in the soil? There is a mother more than two meters deep inside! Ouch it hurts me to death, hey, outside, can you bring me a rope?"

"Climb by yourself, if you can't climb up, starve to death, I won't care about you anyway. Oh yes, yes, and this. Mr. Tang Da took out a manuscript, turned the first page and began to read: "Boxing, always no more than the body, the technique, the mind, the three yuan - I said I will read this once, and if you can't answer what I ask later, I will start throwing stones into the tank." Ahem, the body, the body is strong, the so-called strength can carry the body like a bird, the joist to change the column and drag the nine oxen upside down - ask, who does the joist change the column refer to?

Inside the tank, Yang Qi gasped and said, "I don't know!"

"Don't know?" Mr. Tang threw casually, and a stone flew into the tank. There was a pop and it sounded like a man falling to the ground. Yang Qi's roar came: "You are really here! And why is it so accurate?"

Mr. Tang Da was as calm as before: "Remember, the joist changing the pillar is about the emperor Xin of the Shang Dynasty, and it is okay to answer the son, but the king of the answer is wrong, because I don't like the title of the king of the king." ”

"Ni, Nima!" A pair of hands suddenly stretched out from the inside and grabbed the edge of the cylinder, only to see Yang Qi panting and gritting his teeth, and reappeared on it: "I didn't talk about this at all!" Holding the edge of the cylinder with his left hand, he threw the stone to this side with his right hand: "Let you take extracurricular questions to punish me!"

As soon as Mr. Tang raised his hand, he caught the stone steadily, and didn't look at Yang Qi: "Let go of your hand, face out, and stand up!" Mr. Tang Da seemed to think of something, got up and walked to the house, and after a while took out a bucket, which was larger than the one used by the monks of Shaolin Temple when they practiced.

Yang Qi barely stood on the edge of the tank, swaying, looking at the bucket of liquid that was shaking, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart: "What are you doing with a bucket of water?"

"It's not water, it's oil. In order to teach you boxing, I spent a lot of money to buy oil. ”

"This ...... Or is that the question, what are you doing with a barrel of oil?"

"Oil is stronger than water, oil doesn't float you up, and it's more slippery. Mr. Tang raised his eyes and glanced at Yang Qi, and there seemed to be a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Every time you fall, I will pour a barrel of oil into the tank." If you can't stand until you drown in oil, drown in it. ”

"What!" was shocked in his heart, Yang Qi's feet trembled, and he immediately fell into it again.

"Okay, first barrel. Mr. Tang Da's voice was so calm all the time: "By the way, remember to wash your clothes in the future, and after soaking you to death, I plan to sell this oil again." ”

"You sell the oil that has soaked the dead, you black-hearted profiteer to the bone! I will not give in!" came the unyielding voice of the maiden from the tank.

"What an iron-clad man, as a token of appreciation, he will give three more buckets for free. And every subsequent fall is based on the standard of four barrels, as is encouraged. ”

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, sir, you speak, don't go to get oil, sir! Mr. Tang Da ?!!"