Chu Fan grabbed a notched firewood knife.

This is the only iron weapon that the boy has. The rest of the farm tools are like catalpa and shovels, all wood products, and they are dilapidated. He also does not grow crops and makes a living by chopping wood.

However, the chopping wood lang did not save firewood. Just like the charcoal seller in the winter snow, he was reluctant to burn charcoal.

Woo......

The terrible sound of the wind sounded, and the snow and sword light filled the room, and the cold was forested.

Ten years of sharpening a knife, the frost blade has not been tried. Who has a grievance today?

After a few breaths, the momentum is closed, and the face is not red and breathless.

Inside the house, however, it was like a gust of wind, dust was falling down, and the walls made of bamboo fences were creaking.

Chu Fan stood with his sword in his hand and fell into deep thought.

The "Xiong Zhen Seven Styles" boxing method and the "Eight Styles of Splashing Wind" knife technique taught by Lao Cangtou belong to the basic skills of soldiers and are very simple.

There are only seven movements of punching, hooking, swinging, kneeling, elbowing, holding and falling, and bounce and kicking, and there are only eight types of knife methods: sweeping, splitting, dialing, cutting, wiping, twisting, cutting, and sudden.

This kind of martial arts opens and closes, there are few changes, and cooperation is exquisite. It's very effective in the battle of the rebel army, but once you meet the master, it is not enough.

In his previous life, he studied martial arts scientifically, focusing on "Tao" rather than "martial arts".

For example, the material form of "qi", how to stimulate potential, the physical positioning of "magic", what is the "divine consciousness", and the influence of consciousness on the environment...... Wait a minute.

But martial arts and martial arts, martial arts and Taoism are often inseparable.

The energy completely protected the information of his past life, allowing him to clearly recall everything he had been exposed to. For example, boxing methods, what southern boxing and northern leg Taiji Xingyi, I have seen at least dozens of kinds. Casually, the simplest is also the thirty-two-style Taizu Long Fist.

Again, far water can't quench near thirst.

In his previous life, he was not a practitioner, but just a poor graduate student in a cold field, a dick, and an otaku. I did see a lot of martial artists punching and kicking, and I didn't think so at the time. But if you really want him to practice, I'm afraid it's worse than a three-legged cat.

In this life, Ah Fan has only mastered the "Xiong Zhen Seven Styles" and "Splashing Wind Eight Styles", and it is too late to exchange for any high-end goods. The only way to make a fuss about speed and strength is to turn decay into magic.

Standing the firewood knife firmly in the corner, Chu Fan walked through the cold hall and stove house.

Behind the house was a wilderness, full of stones, vines and weeds up to the ankles, clusters of thorns half a man high in the east and west, and a hill two hundred meters away.

Chu Fan picked a large stone the size of a wheel, about more than 2,000 catties.

I used to practice my strength, and I shook this big dick at most. Not to mention holding it off the ground, you can't even push it.

Chu Fan stood firmly, squatted slightly, leaned over, grabbed the protrusions at the corners of the stone with both hands, and fought with his arms.

With a "hey" shout, the "stone wheel" slowly left the ground, and then was lifted high above his head and thrown five meters away.

There was a loud "tom", and the rubble was splashed and the dust was flying.

Suddenly, a large colorful snake came out of the grass. I was so frightened that I trembled, writhed wildly, and fled for my life.

Chu Fan was not interested in it today, and he didn't chase it.

Very happy with the results.

The third peak of the mud embryo realm, with at least five hundred catties of strength in one hand, and one arm can lift thousands of catties. The copper fetal realm is particularly terrifying, the first weight reaches the strength of one hand and two thousand catties with both arms, which is really not something that flesh and blood can do.

When he was two years old, his dantian was kicked and shattered by Ruber, and his spiritual energy was able to heal him and improve his physical fitness, making his eyesight and hearing very amazing, and his strength was not small. However, the acquired nutrition and system training did not keep up, so the combat power before the enlightenment reached the first peak of the mud embryo realm at most.

After being seriously injured in the gladiatorial fight, he was on the verge of death. It is estimated that the spiritual energy poured out to save the body, and at the same time, the sewing and repairing the foundation were solidified, and by the way, the body's muscle energy was raised to the limit.

He could now see people five miles away and hear birds chirping three hundred meters away. As for speed and agility, it is at least five times more than before.

Strength is a hard indicator.

In the past, the strength of one arm was less than 200 catties, but now it exceeds 1,000 catties in one fell swoop.

In other words, the current combat effectiveness has reached the first weight of the copper fetal realm that ordinary people need to look up to. And it was when the body was not strong, and he did not use his true qi and spiritual energy.

The only thing lacking combat experience and clever means is it.

In addition, there is a key indicator that has not been tested to resist hits.

No matter how fast and strong you are, being knocked down by a punch is nothing.

Speed, strength, agility and so on are external abilities that only appear when you fight. Hit resistance is the body's ability to resist pressure. Since psionic energy has raised the body's muscle energy to the limit, it should grow to be more terrifying.

When a diamond is polished into a diamond, it is brilliant and valuable, but it is only outwardly visible. Its ontological characteristic is its hardness, which nothing in nature can compete with, and it is carved on the surface.

Lacking tools and no one to assist, it is really inconvenient to test against hits. Maybe when Uncle Cang comes back, he will try to beat himself hard with that broken bar.

Chu Fan muttered in his heart and walked back.

"Uncle" is a title, the big one is thousands of miles wide, the people are million, and the small one is nothing.

Lu Bo doesn't look at the fact that he has a territory of fifty miles and 800 slaves, showing off his might, in fact, he is only a county-level tyrant and squire, and a wealthy family with more than 10,000 slaves in the world has gone to the sea. Then, it is unlikely that there will be a master of the Copper Fetal Realm in Lujiabao, and even the entire Shanyin County may not have it.

I secretly escaped with Uncle Cang and Gardenia, as long as I am careful, I guess I won't encounter too powerful snipers, and I can fight at all. As for what to do after you go out? Wait until you go out, and take one step at a time.

Go to the front of the house and bring back the conscientious "little sentinel of the field" Gardenia. You wash the rice, she washes the vegetables, you make the fire, she makes soup, and the two of them make a hearty lunch.

It's just too extravagant, sin!

The little girl only picked up half a bowl of rice and said that she was full, and was forced to eat another bowl, as well as three slices of fatty meat, five pieces of lean meat, and half a dish of green vegetables. She silently turned her thin body away, and while pulling her chopsticks, she clicked away tears.

Chu Fan pretended not to see it.

The hair is yellow and the height is only 1.5 meters, which is a typical malnutrition and lack of trace elements. If you don't add a little when you grow your body, you won't be able to make up for it later.

And he himself, eating is the same as not eating, and there is a bottomless pit in his stomach. With such a small amount of food and vegetables in front of you, it is not enough to eat three times as much.

Don't worry, Chu Fan comforted himself.

After going out, there will be pork head meat, chicken, duck and fish, and delicacies from the mountains and seas.

Well, there will be wine too.

Uncle Cang used to drink a kind of turquoise mash in Cangnan County when he was fighting, and he talked about it all his life. Once, I was so hungry that I went to the Lujia Wine Workshop to ask for the mash and didn't get it, so I stood outside the workshop and smelled the wine. sniffing and sniffing, he staggered and fell to the ground, drunk.

While washing the dishes, the little girl secretly glanced at the corn that was about to reveal the bottom of the urn, and then looked at the last piece of air-dried meat on the beam, her face tensed, worried.

In the afternoon, I took a short break for half an hour.

The little girl was restless, and she had to go to her brother Atu's house to get back the dried dates and chestnuts that she had worked so hard to collect.

Chu Fan was bent on thinking about escaping, so he naturally refused to bring so much burden, but he couldn't persuade him.

...... Every time I drank an extra sip of porridge, my sister-in-law would knock her head with chopsticks; why? When the chickens raised by catching insects and picking vegetables were slaughtered for the New Year, she only deserved to gnaw on the chicken's feet......

Chu Fan couldn't resist her, and watched the little figure jump and turn over the mountain pass.

This valley is like a crescent moon, he is at the bottom of the arc, the right hand side goes to the old cangtou's house, and the left hand side goes to the Atu house, the distance is five or six hundred meters. The roads are crooked, the trees are obscured, and the hills are horizontal. and until they run near, they cannot see each other, nor hear each other.

Hehe, the little girl is quite resistant. Now it's Lori, and I'm afraid I'll become a royal sister when I grow up.

Chu Fan smiled slightly, picked up the firewood knife to the back of the house, scooped out a scoop of water from the water tank, and sharpened it carefully on the whetstone.

The material of this chai knife is good, it is a saber cast in the furnace, and the edge is quite sharp. It's just too short, so that the "eight styles of splashing wind" are not in hand. The power can't come out, and the momentum can't come out.

Grinding and grinding, his body gradually relaxed, his breathing was smooth and long, and every inch of muscle was coordinated with this simple mechanical movement. Not a little more, no less than a little effort.

If a practitioner sees this scene, he will be shocked.

This is the initial state of meditation.

Whether you are seeking immortality or attaining the path of heaven, the beginning must start from meditation.

Only in a state of tranquility can one contemplate oneself, dismiss distracting thoughts, and the breath runs unhindered, which is in line with the principles of heaven and law. Legend has it that when the immortal Buddha is in meditation, he can illuminate all things in heaven and earth.

If you have the qualifications and wisdom and practice under the guidance of a master, it is not difficult to enter meditation.

But Chu Fan is just a lowly slave, not a disciple of an immortal master, and he didn't bathe in incense, burn incense, pray and chant scriptures, and casually sharpen a broken firewood knife and fall into meditation, is there still heavenly reason?