"Hey!"

"Hah!"

In the inner courtyard of the Xiao family, in the huge courtyard, there are eleven people playing a set of boxing techniques, sometimes killing, sometimes striking, sometimes grabbing, and sometimes elbowing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This boxing method, vigorous, such as ancient pine, elegant, like a crane, but murderous, looking at the Xiao family's pine crane practice boxing, but in fact it has been simplified, leaving only the grappling moves, forging muscles and refining bones move half a move, completely killing techniques.

Those who practice boxing are Xiao Yang and other cadres.

Time has passed, and it has been fifteen days since Xiao Yang and the others were brought to this inner courtyard.

Fifteen days, half a month, is not a long time, but for Xiao Yang and others who are training, it is like rolling in hell.

At dawn, he got up and ran with a big rock, did frog jumps, rolled and climbed, and practiced killing moves, without stopping for half a moment.

The almost brutal training was a source of misery for the family, and at the end of the day, they were often exhausted.

What's even more terrifying is that Xiao Rou trains quite ruthlessly, whipping and beating as long as she is slightly dissatisfied. The family members were reluctant in their hearts, but they had to grit their teeth and insist, not daring to disobey in the slightest. That day, Xiao Rou slapped the family to death and set an example there, who dared to take his life seriously.

Xiao Yang originally wanted to become a recruit and go out to fight to find an opportunity to break away from the Xiao family and be free. Miss Biao recruited him here as an entourage, which can be said to have indirectly sabotaged his plan and prevented him from becoming a soldier as he wished.

In the middle of the night, it was pitch black and the cold wind was howling.

The housekeepers, who had been brutally trained for a day, slept soundly and breathed deeper and deeper.

At this time, Xiao Yang sat up from the bed silently.

Because of taking the Five Visceral Golden Pill, Xiao Yang's practice was very fast after Kaiyuan, and his progress was rapid, which can be described as a thousand miles a day. Ten days ago, his internal strength had been trained strong enough, as long as he could control the true strength in his body, combine rigidity and softness, and become a three-star martial artist, he would have the qualification to pass the pulse and become a four-star martial artist.

From a low-level family who can't even enter the outer courtyard, he was transferred by Miss Cousin to his side as an attendant and lived in the inner courtyard, which is actually a great improvement.

At least now the food has not improved by a star and a half, from the original salted fish and vegetables to chicken soup and animal meat, not to mention doing things, as long as you keep training.

In the training, Xiao Rou even gave a guarantee that as long as they trained with confidence, they would have a bright future.

But that kind of future is not the future that Xiao Yang wants. The future he wants is the future he wants, not the future that others have helped arrange.

One-star Kaiyuan, two-star training, three-star rigidity and softness, four-star Tongmai.

A two-star martial artist to a three-star rigid and soft martial artist is an excess, this excess is easy to say, and it is difficult to say that it is difficult to climb to the sky, the most important thing depends on a person's temperament, and whether he has the method and cultivates it.

This "law" is the word "static".

Having the Tao of Tranquility and Being able to be fixed, and being certain and giving birth to wisdom, is to seek the true self in silence, is the beginning of immeasurable wisdom, and is also the first step in whether a cultivator can progress.

After studying secretly for half a year, he was taught by Luo Zhiping, a ten-star martial artist, and Xiao Yang was a person who obtained the "law".

He sits cross-legged, seeking stillness, looking inward, using his breath to push his thoughts, and using his thoughts to run true energy.

Whew!

A long breath unfolded, and a mysterious martial arts door was opened, and the martial arts world was approached.

Under Xiao Yang's intentional control, his breathing slowly and delicately changed from rough to rhythmic, vivid, and charming. From tonight, he began to learn how to adjust himself, to empty himself, and to blend into the silent and dark night.

Time flies the fastest when a person is single-mindedly doing one thing.

One night, for Xiao Yang who was cultivating, it was as short as a quarter of an hour, and it didn't feel like a while, and the sky was already bright.

At this time, Xiao Yang got out of bed, as if he got up early every day, and started to practice Songhe's body boxing.

"Do you need this?"

The family members woke up one after another and saw Xiao Yang boxing, and they all said that he was working too hard, why didn't he rest well, why was he in such a hurry to exercise, waiting for the opportunity.

In this regard, Xiao Yang just smiled indifferently and didn't explain much, just said that he was already lagging behind others and was afraid of being punished, so he worked so hard, hoping to keep up with everyone in training and not be too far behind.

Time passed day by day in the hard and cruel training, and during it, Xiao Yang didn't know how many whips he had received and how many times he had been kicked.

"Today's shame, if you have the chance, you will definitely get it back!" Xiao Yang gritted his teeth and secretly swore that he would work harder to cultivate and control the true strength in his body as soon as possible.

Control is really strong, it is a delicate job, you can't be in a hurry, it takes time to master and adapt, it's like holding chopsticks and soft tofu, to find a good focus, but also to grasp the strength, although Xiao Yang has an adventure, taking Musashi Jindan, but in this level can not be rushed, can not be achieved overnight.

"I made it!"

Enduring hard and cruel training every day, meditating and practicing alone night after night, finally, in the middle of another silent night, Xiao Yangmeng suddenly opened his eyes, bright light flashed, shooting out of his eyes, his eyesight was obviously much better than before, and his whole body had improved to varying degrees.

Three-star Rigid and Soft Warrior, he finally did it!

Time passed slowly for another half a month.

As soon as the morning dawned, the family members were already standing in rows on the training ground like javelins, waiting for Xiao Rou's arrival and orders.

"I don't train today, I will go back to prepare for it, and I will return to my hometown with Miss tomorrow morning to worship my ancestors. Just when everyone was ready and waiting for Xiao Rou's order, Xiao Rou coldly announced a message and turned to leave.

Miss Cousin wants to go out, this is something that everyone knows, but everyone thinks that Miss Cousin will not go out until the end of the New Year.

"Miss Cousin wants to go back to her hometown to worship her ancestors?"

Xiao Yang thought that he was going to train like this until the end of the New Year, and he was secretly working hard to succeed. Xiao Rou suddenly announced such a news, and he didn't know why, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

In the past few years, Miss Biao has not gone home to worship her ancestors, why did she suddenly go back this year? Xiao Yang always felt that something was wrong, things didn't seem to be so simple, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

"I must succeed as soon as possible!" Xiao Yang said to himself sitting on the bed, in the endless darkness.

Training boxing in the Xiao Mansion, despite the hard work, he felt safe in his heart. But when he returned to his hometown with Miss Cousin to worship his ancestors, he felt very unsafe. Miss Cousin is too ruthless, go back to her hometown with her, so far away, who knows what will happen.

Thinking of Xiao Rou, the Xiao maid next to Miss Cousin, it was as simple as killing everyone to eat and drink, Xiao Yang felt a cool breath behind him, full of worries about this trip.