Three months passed in a flash, Zhuang Xia had firmly established a foothold in this world, and in the same way, unconsciously, this world had entered early autumn. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the early morning, the sun shines on the dew-stained square floor in the back mountain, and the men are doing morning exercises, constantly tempering their muscles and bones. Or practicing boxing, or lifting stones and sweating, the figures of the clansmen on the ground pull the elders, and change and dance from time to time.

On the fringes, a group of teenage kids are boxing in style, and the momentum is so powerful that everyone knows that this is not a show.

There are children between the ages of six and ten, who move smoothly and repeat their skillful boxing. However, this punch is completely different from those practiced by half-grown children, not only are there few changes, but the movements are simpler.

It's just that if you take a serious look, you will find that a child who is more than a year old is playing introductory boxing on the field, with smooth movements and very pleasing to the eye.

Everyone present knew that this was the child who had integrated into the tribe three months ago, not only white and tender, but also very intelligent, and now he was taken care of by the leader Ji Dingtian and Grandpa Ziqi.

Other children at his age would fall down when they walked, but he was already able to practice boxing.

Zhuang Xia finished beating the nine-style boxing technique again, wiped his sweat, and raised his head to look up at the dozens of figures bathed in sunlight on the cliff of thousands of meters.

Those are the core members of the tribe, not only because of their status, but also because they are the most advanced in cultivation.

Zhuang Xia looked at them and remembered the meeting they had about themselves three months ago, and it was during their conversation that Zhuang Xia was accepted and became a member of the Xuanwu clan from then on.

There was no quarrel as Zhuang Xia imagined, and there was no too much discussion, he was easily accepted, unexpectedly simple.

It seems that his worries in the past were unnecessary.

In just over a month, Zhuang Xia learned the language of the tribe and could communicate with people simply, and now he has mastered it like an adult.

This amazed the tribesmen, as his intelligence was hard to believe.

With a certain understanding, Zhuang Xia knew that in the vast jungle, the human race was very united with each other, and would not kill at will, and they were very fond of every member, and would not easily give up any life.

Especially for such a small milk child.

Therefore, although Zhuang Xia did not know the origin, he was also accepted, and now he is no different from an ordinary clan member.

After taking a breath, Zhuang Xia once again played the basic boxing method practiced by all the children before practicing martial arts, the first nine of the nine hundred and eighty-one styles of Wusheng Boxing.

Martial Saint, is one of the three supreme figures respected by the human race in this world, the force of the sky, has made great contributions to the human race, this martial saint fist that is circulated all over the world is his masterpiece.

Among them, the first nine styles, as a child's foundation fist, are very simple, not only easy to learn, a child can practice according to the gourd scoop, and no matter whether you understand it or not, whether you are familiar with martial arts, how to practice it will not be a problem.

However, although it is simple, children all over the world will practice when they are ignorant, because it is safe and because it is efficient.

Over the years, children practicing these nine styles of boxing will gradually stretch their muscles and bones to increase their strength, and will also silently strengthen their understanding of martial arts and form their own style of martial arts.

It is rumored that even if someone only practices these nine-style boxing techniques, after a few decades, he has actually increased his whole body quality from a mortal by a hundredfold, and his strength is as high as 10,000 catties, almost one step away from entering the realm of Gangqi.

There are also rumors that even if he is a supreme powerhouse who has become the Emperor of Heaven and leads countless gods, he is also amazed by the martial saint fist method, saying that he cannot change a single move.

From this, we can see the status of the Martial Saint Fist in the human race, and we can be more sure of the magical effect of the first nine styles in this boxing method.

Zhuang Xia looked young, and he couldn't touch any boxing techniques and any exercises other than these nine styles of boxing.

Not only because children who are too young don't even have enough knowledge of the world, it is too late to practice martial arts that require understanding and comprehension too early, but also because these first nine styles are enough for them to gnaw.

Zhuang Xia is very satisfied with this nine-style boxing method, and he is also very diligent in practicing, basically more than eight hours a day, day long, rain or shine.

He has seen the feeling of helplessness in the wild, and he also knows the truth of the law of the jungle, and he always has a sense of crisis with an adult heart.

One move, one style, Zhuang Xia played very hard, he dared to swear, except for the college entrance examination, he had never been so focused and diligent in his limited life.

After months of hard practice, his efforts have been rewarded, and the magical but simple martial saint fist method has returned his strength to the peak of his previous life, that is, the power of a thousand catties.

Of course, this is also thanks to nutritious food and an aura environment.

Although in this world, it is the level of an adult who has never cultivated, according to the unit of measurement here, it is only one hundred catties.

Now, he has a very deep understanding of this nine-style boxing technique, which is not inferior to those teenagers who have practiced for many years, and his rapidly growing strength has also slowed down.

After all, as a set of boxing techniques, these first nine styles are just the foundation.

Learning the two words, learning the new, and reviewing what is already known are equally important.

He knew the importance of the foundation, but he thought that his foundation was very good, and his practice and perception of the nine styles were enough to support him to go further, so he was very eager to get the deeper ten to eighteen forms.

It's just that how can he convince Uncle Dingtian to teach him?

It's a real headache.

The sun rises slowly until the smoke wafts through the tribe and finally dissipates.

Dozens of people jumped from the top of a cliff thousands of meters high, but landed safely.

"Zhuang Xia, Shaokang, go back to eat. ”

Ji Dingtian said lightly.

Following his footsteps, Zhuang Xia and a seven or eight-year-old boy walked closely.

Ji Shaokang is the child of Uncle Dingtian, and his appearance and temperament follow his father, far from the rough appearance of other children.

Now, his strength has reached thousands of catties, and he has long practiced the follow-up boxing method of the Martial Saint Fist Method, and has become a representative of the youngest generation in the tribe.

This can make Zhuang Xia envious, but who made him young, no one dared to teach him follow-up moves.

On the road, the little Zhuang Xia and Ji Shaokang walked side by side, but he was too short, and Ji Shaokang could put his arms vertically on his shoulders.

"Boy, go back and eat more, so that you can grow faster, look at your little arms and legs, you are still far from becoming a man." ”

Every child in the tribe takes pride in being a man, because only a man who can be recognized can participate in the dangerous business of hunting and support himself and his family.

This is the symbol of true adulthood.

Zhuang Xia pursed his lips, when he grows up, it will not be more than ten years, and it is still far away, not to mention, he does not have the strong desire like Ji Shaokang and these children, hoping to prove himself.

As a former adult, he has long proven his ability and worth, and in this world, it is just the beginning of another proof.

"Uncle Dingtian, when will I be able to learn the new moves? I'm already familiar with the Foundation Nine Styles. ”

He asked about the cultivated tribal leader again, though he knew that the odds were very low.

Sure enough, as he expected, Uncle Dingtian only said: "Wait until you are a few years older." And he refused.

Alas, Zhuang Xia sighed deeply, age is really his bruise!

Ji Shaokang couldn't help laughing, this new little guy in his family, although he is young, he is very smart, and he is old in speaking, so it is very awkward to appear in a child.

He was not less compared with Zhuang Xia, he was always said by his parents that he was not as obedient and sensible as a one-year-old child, such a depressing thing happened to him, and the feeling can be imagined.

Therefore, every time he saw Zhuang Xia being rejected for asking about this matter, he couldn't help but laugh, there are not many opportunities like this, now he has to seize the opportunity to laugh a few more times.

"Shaokang, I seem to have seen Ji Yun crying yesterday, her head rope is missing somehow, she hasn't found it for a long time, have you seen it?"

Zhuang Xia deliberately lengthened his voice, and the frightened Ji Shaokang almost jumped up.

Sure enough, the leader who walked in front paused and said with a little reproach:

"Shaokang, what's the matter? Did you make your sister cry again?"

Ji Yun is the daughter of Ji Dingtian, he has a son and a daughter, only four years old, because she is a girl, and she is young, so she is quite favored.

As Zhuang Xia expected, Ji Shaokang was going to be unlucky.

"Go back and help your mother chop firewood for three days, you know?"

The firewood here is not easy to split, not to mention the hardness of those trees, but the big ones that are several meters thick are not easy to chop even after being processed by adults.

"Got it, father. ”

Ji Shaokang said with a bitter face.

It's really unlucky, seeing Zhuang Xia baring his teeth and snickering, he wants to know who is his own.

In a few moments, the three of them arrived at their home, a large stone house more than 20 meters long and wide. This stone house is very spacious, there are many rooms, and it is easy to accommodate five people.

The tribe's early morning breakfast is important because of the high load of physical training and the need for adequate nutrition.

If training alone does not supplement enough nutrients to nourish the body, the physical body will be overconsumed, and then it will not have the effect of increasing cultivation at all.

In the living room, a gentle woman was serving hot porridge and meat, as well as some vegetarian dishes.

Aunt Honggui is the wife of Uncle Dingtian, according to a grapevine, she is already seventy or eighty years old, but judging from her appearance, she is very beautiful, at most in her twenties.

The beautiful melon seed face has willow eyebrows, clear eyes are bright and energetic, the hair is simply coiled up, and then fixed with a hairpin, it looks not only a virtuous woman at home, but also a beauty that tribal women envy.

It is also strange to say that the men of the tribe are tall and mighty and rough because of their strength, but after cultivating to a high level, they will become slender and add a lot of heroism.

And women, most of them choose to meditate and practice qi, and enter the Tao from qi, so they are all very beautiful, and no matter how bad they are, they will not be lower than the average level of the previous life.

When Zhuang Xia figured it out, he was stunned to find that this was simply a combination of beauty and beast.

"Good morning, nice auntie. ”

Zhuang Xia went up to greet as usual.

"Smart little Zhuang Xia, come over for dinner. ”

Aunt Honggui said with a smile, she was almost ready, just waiting for a few of them to come back.

Before she could wake up her daughter, Ji Yun had already rubbed her eyes and walked out slowly, yawning and scratching her little head.

"Hmm, it's so fragrant, my mother didn't ask Xiao Yunyun to eat, did she want to eat it all secretly, so that Xiao Yunyun couldn't eat such a delicious taste?"

The little guy has a very sweet mouth, no wonder he is very pampered by adults.

It's just that she doesn't cry so much.

"It's the little lazy worm who got up late by himself, and I see that your brother and Xiao Zhuang Xia have finished their morning exercises. Don't talk nonsense, come and eat. ”

"Oh. ”

The little guy pouted, but when he saw the food, his mind was on the food in a blink of an eye.

Uncle Dingtian rarely speaks when he eats, while Aunt Honggui often picks up vegetables for everyone.

The children are more noisy, especially Ji Yun, who is small and not skilled in his movements, always can't pick up the food, and is messed up by Ji Shaokang from time to time, and it is very difficult to eat a dish.

Seeing that Ji Yun was about to cry with her mouth high, Ji Shaokang didn't dare to provoke anymore in an instant, just tease, it wouldn't be fun at all.

Zhuang Xia is more worry-free, Aunt Honggui smiled and served him another dish. He's smaller, and it's even harder to pick up vegetables.

The man's staple food is meat, and after eating some porridge and vegetarian food, Zhuang Xia hugged a long strip of meat and ate it, which seemed to weigh several catties.

Ji Shaokang had a good amount of food, holding a large piece of meat in his hand, which looked the size of half Zhuang Xia, and ate it one bite at a time.

Uncle Dingtian still eats elegantly, although there are hundreds of nearly heavy meat in front of him, but with just a finger stroke, small pieces of meat are divided out, and he eats unhurriedly.

Their amount of food is not accurate, they can go without food for several days, and adult men can go without eating or drinking for months.

And when it comes to eating, adults generally eat a few hundred catties, more thousands, and children are less, such as Zhuang Xia can't eat ten catties of meat a day.

This is also related to cultivation, the physical realm, one's own strength ranges from hundreds to tens of thousands, and it is natural to eat hundreds of catties of meat, and these foods are consumed in the exercise of tempering the body.

The man in the Gang Qi realm, because he wants to refine the essence and cultivate, has a huge demand for meat, and he can't really eat 10,000 catties, Zhuang Xia was stunned when he first found out.

However, their cultivation speed is not so fierce, generally speaking, sitting and cultivating, the consumption is not large, more than 1,000 catties of meat can be eaten.

And the monks of the Zhou Tian realm, who mainly breathe out spiritual energy, do not have a great demand for ordinary meat, and can even be reduced to a very low level, but it is not necessary.

And a master of the Yuan Shen Realm like Ji Dingtian, who eats and drinks dew and swallows the essence of heaven and earth, doesn't care much about the external environment anymore, and is almost no different from the immortals that Zhuang Xia knows, except for the lifespan.

Looking at Zhuang Xia's quietness, Aunt Honggui liked it a lot, and served him vegetables from time to time, at the age of her two children, it was good news not to make trouble, let alone be quiet and obedient and do it yourself.

Zhuang Xia grinned, she was very cared for, in the tribe, Aunt Honggui took the most care of herself, and treated herself like her own children, which touched him very much.

A breakfast was spent in silence and noise, and Zhuang Xia, who had eaten, did not go out to play, but sat cross-legged on the stone bed in his room, cushioned with an animal skin blanket, and communicated with the World Tree in his mind.

For three months, the World Tree had not even moved at all, which made him frown, and his uneasy mood was like a boulder hanging in the air, and he was worried. After all, this is his biggest golden finger.

Immersed, suddenly, he couldn't feel the outside world, and he saw a small tree with only a dozen leaves, shining with colorful colors.

This is his biggest secret, the World Tree that belongs to him.