Three living ghosts. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The first style of the thirteen Qingluo ghosts gives people a grotesque feeling, the left hand is like a claw and not a claw, and the right hand is even more unpredictable, what is the use of standing a palm on the waist?

Xia Qingshui was unconsciously immersed in it, deducing every move of the Thirteen Qingluo Ghosts in his mind, and his mood was also up and down with the picture, as if he was playing these moves.

He subconsciously wanted to make a move, but a huge force came from his left foot, his body shook, and his thighs slashed forward, but there was a tendency to fall, but Xia Qingshui was like an experienced martial arts master, his upper body leaned forward to the left, his left hand supported the ground, and his right palm suddenly made a move to the sky.

"Good boy!" Wang Yi's voice sounded, his left hand was raised horizontally to block Xia Qingshui's right palm, and then his arm instantly wrapped around his wrist like a snake body, and gently skimmed it.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts!" Xia Qingshui opened his eyes, and his voice attracted the people around him.

"Hahaha, this guy who doesn't know the height of the sky, just came to the martial arts hall and wanted to do it with Coach Wang, so it's embarrassing. The person on his team, who had been paying attention to Xia Qingshui, let out a gloating laugh.

Others also looked sideways.

"Don't laugh, if you laugh again, I'll give you five more minutes. Wang Yi turned his head sternly and shouted, and the group of people were suddenly silent, obviously knowing that he was not joking.

Wang Yi pulled Xia Qingshui to stand up from the ground, and the latter wrinkled his brows and rubbed his elbows.

The old mother who was watching him was a little nervous, but she also knew that it was training time, and she couldn't enter the venue at will, which was the rule of the martial arts hall.

"Very nice. Wang Yi said to him.

Xia Qingshui shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then it's not an egg." ”

"It's just because your strength is too weak, otherwise my left hand wouldn't be able to stop it in a hurry. Wang Yi said with a smile.

"Really?" he would be skeptical.

"Of course. ”

Wang Yi didn't ask him why a novice who had not entered the level had such a reaction, because in his cognition, even if the curator's son was not of high rank, he still had talent, after all, the curator was so strong.

The strength of the curator Bai Sanduan can be regarded as a figure with a head and a face in the major martial arts halls in the mountain city.

"Go on, stand on the Wuji pile, don't put on the rack, now the main thing is to practice the next plate. Wang Yi said.

"Hmm. Xia Qingshui nodded, just now his heart moved casually and subconsciously put on the first form of the Thirteen Qingluo Ghosts, and now that he focused on himself, the familiar feeling brought by that memory did not appear again, after all, his body had never made those movements, so naturally he would not have any instinct for body memory.

Under Wang Yi's guidance, he continued to practice the Wuji pile, and after falling down three or five times in a row, he gradually felt a little bit, at least he would not be hooked down by Wang Yi again, but this was when he did not use all his strength.

Wang Yi nodded.

"Just stand like this, see how long it can be supported, find a limit, and break through every time you stand on the pile. After speaking, he took out his watch to time Xia Qingshui.

At this time, there was a wail in the line on one side.

"Coach Wang, it's been more than five minutes, it's no more!"

But someone couldn't support it, but this was also to blame Wang Yi, he was teaching Xia Qingshui carefully, forgetting about them, someone shouted, he naturally turned around and shouted to them: "Okay, okay, stand up straight, rest for five minutes." ”

Xia Qingshui took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and began to carefully experience the feeling brought to him by standing on the pile this time, his thighs were still sore, but not as heavy as before, and there was a feeling of qi turning in his stomach.

This feeling is very magical, this breath seems to move with one's own thoughts, is it an illusion?

Xia Qingshui, who was addicted to this illusion, inexplicably entered a state of exhalation and breathing, his breathing was very rhythmic, sometimes like a whale sucking water, sucking deeply, and sometimes spitting out sharply like a waterfall rushing into a pool.

Before you know it, five minutes have passed.

"How could Ah Shui persist for so long?" Fu Ling thought beside her, her son she knew best, except for this morning's exercise, other times, oh no, and yesterday during the day, he really didn't have any other similar behavior.

It is not only Fu Ling who has this doubt, but also Wang Yi, who is instructing others to train.

It is surprising that Xia Qingshui has just learned to stand on the Wuji pile, and it is surprising that a novice can actually hold it for five minutes, but the degree of five minutes is insignificant to others who have already entered the museum, and Wang Yi only thinks that the curator has exercised his ability in related aspects.

Another fifteen minutes passed.

At this time, Fu Ling finally began to worry, if he hadn't seen that his son was still breathing, and there was no ugly look on his face, he would have rushed into the venue to see what was wrong with Xia Qingshui.

"Wow, that guy has lasted so long!" Someone in the group of non-ranked people exclaimed, twenty minutes, they asked themselves if they could do it, I'm afraid it would have to be a bronze nine-stage person to hold on.

"It's amazing, it turns out that this person is not a weak bird. One of them who had laughed at Xia Qingshui suddenly said.

Wang Yi felt that something was wrong, Xia Qingshui didn't have the strength of the Bronze Nine Sections, he knew from the palm just now, but why was he able to stand for so long?

He let the team rest in place, and then walked to Xia Qingshui's side under the gaze of a group of people.

Wang Yi found that the latter's breathing rhythm was very good, his face was ruddy, and there was no sign of collapse, especially his thighs, which were as steady as a rock without a trace of shaking.

"This?" Wang Yi hesitated, should he be asked to stop? He subconsciously looked at the curator's wife, who was also undecided, and finally motioned for him to go to the curator.

Speaking of which, there was nothing unusual about standing on the stake for twenty minutes at the level of the Bronze Ninth Stage, but Xia Qingshui was not the Bronze Ninth Stage, although it seemed very easy, but just in case, he still told the curator on the other side who was training the apprentices of the Bronze Fourth Rank and the Bronze Third Rank.

Xia Wuregret naturally noticed the situation over there a long time ago, and he could see at a glance that the figure was very stable, and there was nothing wrong with it, so he didn't come to check, and at this time, Wang Yi came to ask, so he pulled over and took a closer look.

The apprentices here didn't think so, and stood on the pile for twenty minutes, but they didn't show any impatience, but quietly waited for the curator to come back and continue to guide them in training.

Xia Wuregret walked up to Xia Qingshui and looked at his situation seriously, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Hug Moto Shouichi?"

Wang Yi on the side also showed an incredible expression when he heard this.

The so-called holding the yuan and keeping one refers to the person entering a strange state, guarding the essence, qi and spirit of the person, so that it does not have internal friction, does not escape, fills the body for a long time, and embraces the body as one.

In fact, there is also a kind of function of refining gods, but the human spirit is so elusive, it can be said that it can be refined, but how can it be refined? This is a feeling that can only be understood but not spoken.

On weekdays, people are surrounded by all kinds of things, and their minds are complicated, and they can't be calm, so they basically don't experience this feeling, but when a person is very focused on a certain thing, this feeling will appear.

The mind is pure, and distracting thoughts are removed.

When all the mind is devoted to a certain thing, other distracting thoughts will be isolated from the mind, such as Xia Qingshui at this moment, obviously he can't support twenty minutes of standing piles at all, but he did it, this is because he has eliminated the pain in his thighs, and he can naturally stand for so long.

But everything has a limit, if it really exceeds the physiological limit of the body, such a state will be automatically lifted, but then he will definitely feel special soreness in his thighs and waist, and it is estimated that it is enough to choke when he gets out of bed, after all, the spirit cannot always deceive the body.

However, what Xia Wuregret didn't know was that Xia Qingshui had used the method of exhalation and breathing in another world at the moment, and he was able to quickly recover his body functions, which was far from his limit.