Early in the morning, it rained in Wajin Village.

As usual, Xing Tian got up very early, looking at the splash of rain outside falling on the green tiles of the eaves, Xing Tian moved his still somewhat sore arm, and in the drizzling rain, he lit the fire, washed the rice, and made a breakfast.

It wasn't until the casserole on the stove was tumbling with puffs of heat and the smell of rice could be smelled in the nose that the light rain outside gradually stopped, and at this moment, the sky had not completely brightened.

"Xiaotian, I've told you many times, I'll make this breakfast!" A middle-aged man walked out of the back room, and saw that his son was still preparing the meal as usual, but he sighed, and there was a hint of love in his tone.

He is Xingyuan Mountain, Xingtian's father, and a famous bricklayer in Wajin Village.

The soil around Wajin Village is excellent, and it is most suitable for firing tiles, such as gold tiles, jade tiles, iron tiles, glazed tiles, brick tiles, and mud tiles. However, in the countryside and mountains, lowly bricklayers, whether they are businessmen, officials or ordinary people, do not look down on them, so the bricklayers work hard, but the income is very small, and they can barely make a living.

"Dad, eat it while it's hot, I can't do some of these things I can!" Xing Tian smiled, filled a bowl of rice and handed it over.

Xing Yuanshan reached out and stroked the messy beard on his chin, took a sip of rice porridge by the bowl, then looked up at Xing Tian and asked, "You practiced boxing again last night, right?"

Xing Tian also picked up a bowl, blew the hot air, and then said categorically: "In this world, everything is inferior, only martial arts are respectful, and only by practicing martial arts can you get ahead, so this punch is naturally to be practiced." ”

"Hey, your father and I thought the same thing when I was young, at that time, I also practiced boxing all day long, tempered my body, and imagined that one day I could get ahead through the martial arts test, but as a result, I didn't pass the martial arts test for four consecutive years, and in the end I didn't become a bricklayer!" Xing Yuanshan sandwiched a chopstick pickle, but it was eaten with relish.

"I know it's hard, but how do you know if you can't do it if you don't try!" Xingtian's voice was a little low, but it was unusually stubborn.

Xing Yuanshan thought for a while and stared at Xing Tiandao: "Dad doesn't know this, but martial arts requires talent and qualifications, your physique has been weak since you were a child, and the problem brought out of your mother's womb is a congenital defect, and even the martial arts master in the village has said that it is impossible to pass the martial arts test with a physique like yours." It's just that you kid is stubborn, and you have been going to take the martial arts test every year since you were twelve years old, but the result is that you have not passed once, for you, it is not only difficult, this year is your last chance. Counting the days, there should be three months left before the day of the martial arts test, right?"

"En!" Xing Tian muttered, a hint of urgency in his tone.

"Then, after three months, if you can't pass the martial arts test, follow your father to learn the craft of burning tiles, although you can't fly Huang Tengda, but you can't starve to death!" Xing Yuanshan said, but at this moment, Xing Tian was drinking rice porridge with his head down, but he didn't plan to speak anymore. The old man shook his head and sighed, knowing his son's character, he also began to concentrate on eating.

The two of them had breakfast, and Xing Yuanshan walked towards his tile field with tools on his shoulder, and what he did every day was to burn tiles, which was their only source of livelihood.

As for Xingtian, he cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, then walked to the courtyard alone, took a deep breath, and made a 'Five Tigers Shaoyang Boxing' starting pose.

This set of boxing techniques has a total of nine levels, and Xingtian has practiced hard for several years, but he has just practiced to the fourth level. And according to what the master in the martial arts hall in the village said, if you want to pass the martial arts test, you have to practice to the seventh level, and you can do 'open the monument and break the stone'.

If you practice this kung fu to the highest ninth level and reach this state, it is called 'quenching the body'. When a martial artist practices martial arts, quenching the body is the first step, and if the quenching body fails, everything after that is nonsense. And in the village, the only one Xingtian had ever seen a successful quenching was the martial arts master who taught them.

The specific martial arts realm Xingtian didn't know, in this remote Wajin Village, and even in the surrounding villages, there were very few people who could really reach the realm of quenching and pass the martial arts test. And even if the quenching is successful, it is only a toddler on the way to martial arts, and after the quenching, the more advanced realm is even more clear in this village, and naturally no one talks to Xingtian. Therefore, in Xingtian's opinion, being able to reach the realm of quenching the body is already quite powerful.

Seeing Xingtian's punches like the wind, a set of punches has both rules and strength, and soon, after a set of punches, Xingtian is already sweating on his forehead, and his breathing is also a little heavy.

"If your physique is not good, then fight a few more times, at least you can make up for it with diligence!" Xing Tianxin said, but he rested for a few breaths and continued to practice.

This set of Five Tiger Shaoyang Fist Punishment Heaven was fought four times before stopping, and at this moment, he was already sweating, breathing rapidly, his muscles were weak, and he had no strength at all.

It's just that Xing Tian just rested for a while this time, and when he eased up a little, he put on a starting pose again and continued to cultivate.

In the corner outside the courtyard, Xing Yuanshan, who had walked not long and turned back, looked at the young man who was practicing boxing hard in the courtyard, but he was distressed.

"This kid, knowing that he can't do it, but he still has to do it, but it's a pity that he is congenitally deficient and has a weak physique, how can he make up for it if he just blindly practices hard? If he wants to improve his physique, he still needs good medicine and tonic!" Xing Yuanshan looked depressed, he was just a bricklayer, and he had no way to help his son when it came to practicing martial arts.

However, this time seeing Xingtian working so hard, he still gritted his teeth, took out a small bag of broken silver from his pocket and pinched it, as if he had made some decision, and then walked towards the entrance of the village.

At this moment, the rest of the village was getting up one after another, and the smoke gradually rose from the roof.

Xingtian, who played the Five Tigers Shaoyang Boxing twice, was really exhausted at the moment, although the Five Tigers Shaoyang Boxing was a low-level 'quenching' boxing method, but its 'quenching' effect was also extraordinary, a set of punches down the muscles and bones of the whole body could be practiced, and Xingtian's every move and style were done extremely seriously, even if the master who taught boxing was present, he would never be able to adjust half a flaw, so the quenching effect brought by the boxing method was quite obvious.

It's just that Xingtian's physique is congenitally insufficient, and the effect brought by ordinary people fighting boxing once is brought about by Xingtian, for Xingtian, he has to practice twice, three times, or even four or five times, otherwise it is difficult to keep up with the progress of others, but the 'martial arts test' is a kind of exam, and normal people who are not diligent and hard-working? Even if they practice hard and the pass rate is less than two percent, it is not necessary to say that Xingtian is a person who is congenitally deficient.

After the boxing, Xingtian returned to the room to wipe his body, and then sat quietly at a table, dipped his pen in ink, and drew on a piece of paper.

This is one of Xingtian's hobbies, and it is also a way for him to relax. Because of his frail health, Xingtian was not able to walk like a normal child at the age of three, but at that time, he could already hold the pen and begin to sketch everything he saw, from flowers, birds, fish and insects to mountains, rivers and seas, he had almost painted for more than ten years.

"If you can't pass the martial arts test, and you don't want to be a bricklayer like your father, maybe you can still become a painter!"

Xingtian was very unimpressed by this, neither Xing Yuanshan nor Xingtian knew what a real painter looked like, nor did he know what kind of social status the painter had, let alone that the painter could still make money. Countryman, short knowledge, for Xingtian, this is just a way to play a boring mood, of course, he also likes it.

Other than that, Xing Tian didn't think about anything else.

Lift the pen lightly, embellished with horizontal strokes, sometimes thick ink, sometimes lightly splashed, shades alternate, the pen is staggered, completely not dry and not scorched, just right. As time passed, Xing Tian's breathing slowly changed from the previous rapidity to gentleness, and it seemed that the whole person also merged into the pen stroke, merging into the layer of paper.

In the last stroke, Xingtian's wrist was raised, and then the bamboo pen was put aside, and a picture of green bamboo after the rain appeared on the paper.

The rain is just raining in Wajin Village, and the bamboo is planted in the corner of the courtyard. It can be said that it is lifelike, the artistic conception is free, a kind of free and easy and upright leaps on the paper, and the arrogance and uprightness of Qingzhu and the stubbornness and freehand in the wind and rain are dripping and exquisite.

The wind does not break, the rain does not crush, it seems that this green bamboo is his punishment of the sky. No matter how big the wind and rain, there is nothing to fear.

Xingtian admired it for a moment, but nodded to himself, the painting was completed, Xingtian also recovered some strength, and his mood was much better.

I looked up at the sky, but I put away the paper, and then went to the stove to seal the fire with charcoal ash, leaving only a little red charcoal inside, so that the fire could be kept for more than half a day. Then Xingtian locked the courtyard door and walked towards the east of the village with some dry food.

It is the only martial arts hall in the village, basically the children of twelve to fifteen years old in the village will go to the martial arts hall to learn boxing at this time, of course, this is to pay money, sixty yuan a month, for Xingtian, that can buy a whole six bowls of fish and meat in the village restaurant, which is a huge amount of money.

There are not many rich people in the village, but there is no one in the village to save this money, because as long as you can pass the martial arts test, you can at least be a martial arts master in the village, a student receives sixty wen a month, and ten students are six hundred wen, which is an astronomical amount.

And this is only the minimum achievement after passing the martial arts test, if the qualifications are good, in the future, you will enter the gate faction, the Great Martial Sect, that is the real Feihuang Tengda, even in the Great Zhao Dynasty, the marquis is no longer a problem.

Therefore, the criminal genius said, learning martial arts is what men should do.

Following the slightly muddy village path after the rain, Xingtian soon arrived at the gate of a large compound, which was obviously more generous than ordinary people, it was actually blue bricks and green tiles, the door was one zhang high, and there was a plaque hanging in the middle of the beam, which read: 'Xuewutang'. This handwriting is more majestic and powerful, but in Xingtian's opinion, it is mostly a showmanship, and it is not as good as his own writing.

There was an old man sitting on the stone bricks at the door, his eyes were half-closed and half-closed, and the wrinkles on his face were like ravines, but he couldn't tell his age, but he definitely passed the age of destiny.

Xing Tian walked here, but he gave the old man a salute as usual.

Everyone in Xuewutang knows this old man, but this old man never speaks, but is only responsible for guarding the door, so he has a nickname called 'old dumb', and no one usually respects him, let alone pays attention to it. However, Xingtian will salute this old mute every time he comes, just because every time Xingtian practices boxing late, he is much later than other students, and this old man can only wait here, but he doesn't complain, so Xingtian can't help it, and because his father taught him to know etiquette since he was a child, so this rule has become a habit.

The old dumb man didn't say a word, as if he was napping, Xingtian didn't care, and after saluting, he raised his legs and walked into the Xuewu Hall.

At this moment, there are already some hard-working students in Xuewutang who come here to practice, or practice boxing, or lift weights to practice their bodies, and they look vigorous.

It's just that at this time, when several students saw Xingtian, they glanced at each other, showing a look of banter and disdain, and walked over in a few steps, and a young man shouted at Xingtian: "Hey, little waste, why are you here again?" Didn't I tell you yesterday that people like you are only worthy of going home and being a bricklayer in the clay. ”

"Yes, yes, congenital weakness, lack of qi and blood, and still practicing fart martial arts, it's better to go back as soon as possible!" Behind the young man, several people also said with a sneer.

"Xu Jiang!" Xing Tian looked at the young man in front, but he frowned, and there was a look of anger in his eyes.

Xu Jiang, the son of Xu Jin, the squire of Wajin Village, has an excellent congenital physique, and because of his wealthy family, he can keep up with the acquired food supplement, coupled with diligent study and hard practice, he has already practiced the Five Tigers Shaoyang Boxing to the sixth level, and it is said that he will break through the seventh layer in the near future, and then he will be able to 'open the monument and gravel', and it can be said that he is the most promising person among his peers in Wajin Village to pass the martial arts test. Behind him are the sons of some bricklayers in the village, just because he works in Xu Jin's tile field, he naturally uses Xu Jiang's horse head as a saddle. However, Xing Yuanshan, Xing Yuanshan, Xing Tian's father, has always disagreed to sell his ancestral tile farm to Xu Jin, so he was targeted by the other party everywhere, and the tiles he made did not sell well, not to mention, even the younger generation was often excluded and bullied. This is because the tile field in Xingyuan Mountain has been passed down for three generations, and the name is quite famous in ten miles and eight townships, so it will be remembered by the Xu family, which can be regarded as a crime.

For this kind of person, although Xingtian was very angry in his heart, he didn't plan to have any conflict with the other party. He firmly remembered what his father said, when he was outside, he had to endure everything, and there were some small things, so there was no need to worry about others.

Thinking of this, Xing Tian suppressed the anger in his heart, and walked inside, but soon, a very vicious word came from behind him.

"Waste, have a virtue with your waste father, just like you mud legs still want to get ahead, dream!"

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