In a blink of an eye, it has been more than ten days, and Luo Xiaomeng's frame is already very proficient, and there is a kind of violent and violent aura rushing towards her gestures. But this is not enough, it takes a long time to practice kung fu into instinct, and Guan Mingyu has other arrangements for Luo Xiaomeng's practice.

According to Wang Chao's method in the Dragon and Snake Book, he hung sandbags in the practice room, filled the ground with low wooden stakes and stones, and installed rotating wooden stakes, and then let Luo Xiaomeng practice according to the moves he taught inside.

This is simulating an enemy attack. Luo Xiaomeng was affected by the wooden stake without blocking a few times, and before adjusting his body in time, he was hit by the sandbag behind the side and fell to the ground. Fortunately, she was already proficient in kung fu, adjusted her posture in time, and did not fall on the stake.

Guan Mingyu was distressed for a while, although Luo Xiaomeng has the realm of the peak of Ming Jin, but she has never suffered this kind of suffering from practicing martial arts until now, and it is normal to be in a hurry for a while. Fortunately, with her own support, she can be slightly better.

I don't know if helping her like this is good or bad for her practice. But if you think about it, with the method of forging the body he gave, it will definitely not be much worse than Wang Chao, and the father always can't expect too much from his daughter, he probably has this mentality.

But there should still be some grinding, so he gritted his teeth and decided to put some pressure on her: "Xiaomeng, you have to adapt to this process." After stepping into the circle of national arts, it is cut from your back, maybe it is a knife. If you can't dodge, it's a dead end. You have to get used to it, and you have to make an emergency to the point where a feather can't fall and mosquitoes don't add to it, so that you can get into it. ”

Luo Xiaomeng nodded, she got up again, and practiced according to the previous moves. Her moves were too rigid, and in a few strokes she was scraped down by the spinning wooden stake.

"Hey, Xiaomeng still can't get home, her physical strength has kept up, but her consciousness can't keep up. Seeing Luo Xiaomeng's method of contact, Guan Mingyu shook his head, and could only continue to point: "Xiaomeng, you have to use the footsteps of the mud to feel the obstacles under your feet." The impact of sandbags should be counteracted with emergency force. If you can dodge without even noticing, then it is possible to be in the dark. ”

Hearing Guan Mingyu's words, Luo Xiaomeng continued to adjust her state, her footwork gradually became flexible, and all parts of her body were no longer rigid, but gradually turned into a whole. The way of playing, even if it is a dead thing, is faster than the progress of a person's hard practice.

Soon, Luo Xiaomeng practiced to the point of galloping blood. That's pretty much it, and if you practice it any longer, it's easy to hurt the source. At this time, it is necessary to wash the marrow for her, otherwise it will accumulate into injuries and become serious at that time.

He stopped talking, his qi and blood were agitated, his whole body was lucky, he felt Luo Xiaomeng's state, and then kept slapping at Luo Xiaomeng's acupuncture points. Every time she clicked on Luo Xiaomeng's body, Luo Xiaomeng seemed to feel that there were needles piercing these parts of her, followed by a stream of heat melting, which was very comfortable.

After ordering, he picked up the needle next to him, pricked it on Luo Xiaomeng's various acupuncture points, and constantly rotated his hand to wash the marrow of Luo Xiaomeng's easy tendons.

After that, he sat down cross-legged and kept spitting out word by word mantras, soothing Luo Xiaomeng's meridians, muscles, and bones. Some are like muffled thunder, and some are like spring breeze.

An hour later, he stopped moving, looked at Luo Xiaomeng, who was already asleep, and called Aunt Liu to carry Luo Xiaomeng back to the bedroom. Aunt Liu answered, and naturally complied.

Guan Mingyu stood up, his body seemed to be burning a big boiler, steaming. He kept breathing, and the mist slowly dissipated, and then gradually calmed down.

"I Ching is really difficult. I used my true qi to do it, and I was so tired that I couldn't do it, and this really wasn't done by people. However, apart from me, there is no one in the world who has such a powerful true qi, and it is impossible to use the Pulp Washing Sutra to wash the marrow of others. Xiaomeng is practicing my method of forging the body, which is also extraordinary. If Xiaomeng can't work hard within a year, then I can only use the cause and effect point to push it. ”

About an hour later, he asked Aunt Liu to wake up Luo Xiaomeng. Luo Xiaomeng was stunned when she washed the marrow by herself, and if she slept more, her qi and blood would stiffen, which would reduce the effect of washing the marrow of Yi Jin.

After dinner, he took Luo Xiaomeng to the practice room again.

Luo Xiaomeng looked at Guan Mingyu and knew that her master had consumed a lot of qi and blood to wash her own muscles, and she was also quite moved in her heart. can only make up his mind and practice martial arts more diligently, so as to live up to Guan Mingyu's painstaking efforts.

"Xiaomeng, if you don't practice martial arts, you will be empty when you get old. If you don't practice qi, you will have no temper until you die. This sentence means that in addition to practicing routines and piling exercises, it is also necessary to control the body's qi and blood. Only by controlling qi and blood can you really enter the house. If you can control the qi and blood and condense the qi and blood Jindan, then you are a land immortal, a real person in Jindan. ”

"My Qi Cultivation Kung Fu is a Qi practice method formed by me based on the Eight Extremes' Hum Ha method with the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound, as well as my own perception. Regularly vibrating the body through breathing, washing the internal organs, and finally the dark energy is vigorous. You're optimistic about my movements and form. ”

After speaking, his mouth exhaled and inhaled, and when he exhaled, he exhaled with a burst of brain, very crisply, and even the sound of air flowing, and when he inhaled, he inhaled it slowly, very slowly, as if there was no sound. His body was also constantly vibrating and adjusting, falling together, with his breathing, and a sound gradually came from inside his body, like thunder. The muscles and bones roared in unison, and the tiger and leopard thundered.

After a while, he stopped practicing, and a puff of white gas came out of his head.

He continued: "The older generation of boxers said that when the qi was practiced to a high depth, a white mist came out of the forehead. Jin Yong's novel also wrote that Qiu Qianren's brother pretended to light a cigarette when he was in a fixed place, so that others thought that his kung fu was profound. This is how we practice boxing, the fog is the condensation of water vapor, and the muscles and bones sound together, which is a very physically exhausting method. From the first day of practice, you must learn how to nourish qi and hold it, and when this is released, the sweat will be fused with body heat to form a mist. ”

"That's how I breathe. Xiaomeng, there is stability in quietness, and wisdom is born in concentration, you have to practice hard to absorb the instinct that you have worked hard to temper during the day, and the two meet, and finally the muscles and bones sound together. ”

Luo Xiaomeng signaled that she knew, and then began to practice. She sat cross-legged, her body shaking, cooperating with her breathing, learning to nourish her qi. While listening to Guan Mingyu's instructions, she adjusted her movements and quickly entered the door.

Every day in the future, Luo Xiaomeng will stand on the pile in the morning, practice boxing in the afternoon, and then Guan Mingyu will wash her muscles, and then practice the method of practicing qi to nourish her body.

Two months later, Luo Xiaomeng is now able to practice in the sandbag and stake environment. Guan Mingyu pondered, adding a new difficulty to Luo Xiaomeng. He held a tray of rubber bullets and shot at Luo Xiaomeng from time to time.

Luo Xiaomeng couldn't react in time, so she was naturally hit, and fell to the ground again after being distracted. She began to adjust again, deliberately dodging the rubber bullets, but she messed up her steps and moves, repeating the process of falling down again.

Another two months, it has reached the end of the year, and Luo Xiaomeng has adapted to this process again. Her energy is very full, her moves are crisp, and she has trained her strength to the limit. She is already very charming when she practices the thunder sound of the tiger and leopard, and there is a true meaning between meditations.

In the blink of an eye, it is Chinese New Year's Eve. On this day, Guan Mingyu has been in this world for more than three years.

Calculating the time, Wang Chao has already stepped into the dark energy a few months ago, and now he is on his way back to S Province. Luo Xiaomeng has been practicing her style of play for five months and is on the verge of a breakthrough. And I have come to another homesick festival. Thinking of relatives during the festive season is a happiness and loss that everyone will experience.

He already has sufficient supernatural powers, but there is no supernatural energy in this world, and he can only temper himself. The light of the red mind has gradually mastered, but the realm of the path of sincerity has not the slightest clue.

He was not in a hurry, and took advantage of the festival to call Luo Xiaomeng to talk to the Luo Guoqing couple who came to the martial arts hall, and prepared to go out for a walk on this Chinese New Year's Eve. As for Uncle Wang and Aunt Liu, they went home for the New Year.

The two turned all the way to the vicinity of the International Trade Center, not far from CCTV, where countless people watched, the Spring Festival Gala has become an important event for the people of the country.

Luo Xiaomeng is wearing a black down jacket and a purple and blue woolen hat. Guan Mingyu was wearing a dark yellow windbreaker, and the two sat on a stool by the fence, looking at the CCTV building. Luo Xiaomeng supported the chair with both hands, and her legs swayed very happily.

"Xiaomeng, I brought you to Beijing, do you think it's good or bad?" Luo Xiaomeng has never played with herself, and she is very lively. Seeing such a scene, Guan Mingyu spoke.

"Master, I never thought about it. ”

Don't you think you should be like a normal girl, studying, going to school, shopping, making friends, or even falling in love? ”

"Master, practicing martial arts is also a kind of life. In the process of practicing martial arts, I have experienced a lot, both joy and pain. There was laughter, and there were tears. Moreover, I went to school like them, had my own friends, had a few younger siblings, and my parents would come to see me. If I say I lost a lot, I also gained a lot, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that. ”

"Maybe, Moe. I thought that at your age, it should be the time of cardamom and youth. This age is the time of confusion or fall between the ivory tower and the flowers. You are lively, but you are too calm, not like a child. ”

Guan Mingyu said with a smile.

"That's just that you think I'm not lively. Master, I have been practicing with you since I was a child, you are like an ascetic, always martial arts, always learning. I was brought up by you, and naturally I learned your personality. I was very active in school, participating in clubs, attending proms, traveling with my classmates, and socializing. You accumulate so much power, only in front of you, master, will I be quiet. ”

"Xiaomeng, since you are so lively in front of others, you should also let go of yourself in front of me. A warrior can control himself, but he can't suppress himself. What it is, what it is. Guoshu is a martial art that comes from life to life, not to cultivate immortals to transcend the world. So you should never suppress yourself, if you don't have a good mind, you can't go to the peak of martial arts. ”

"Xiaomeng, this is martial arts. ”

Luo Xiaomeng looked at Guan Mingyu, her eyes fluttering, as if she knew this master for the first time.

Guan Mingyu's eyes seemed to turn red, frozen in Luo Xiaomeng's eyes. She thinks back to the beauty she has experienced, the touching or pain that made her cry, like a breath melting in her body. Her mind seemed to fly into the sky, she stood up, her hand unintentionally resting on the railing, her breath constantly restrained, turning into a needle, sinking deep in her body.

Guan Mingyu stopped sitting and forgot her heart, stood up and walked to her, stroked her head and laughed: "Look, Xiaomeng, this is your youth." ”

Luo Xiaomeng turned her head, she looked at Guan Mingyu and bit her lip tightly. She suddenly had tears flowing down, and cried and said to Guan Mingyu: "This is what you want? I don't want it, I don't want ......."

She turned around and ran towards the martial arts gym crying.