That night, Fan Xian held a kitchen knife and looked at the radish on the cutting board in a daze, and since then, after digging a grave and disemboweling the corpse, he has started the second extremely beneficial but extremely tragic learning process of his life.

He sometimes thinks that life is really interesting, and there are two more teachers who have strange feelings and don't care much about their extraordinarily precocious xìng character for no reason, and Fei Jie and Wuzhu teach themselves to use poison and killing techniques, and the methods they use are more perverted.

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In the middle of the night, there was a faint tuk tuk sound in the back room of the grocery store. Wuzhu turned sideways and said indifferently: "I cut very slowly today." ”

Fan Xian wiped the sweat on his forehead, looked at the shredded radishes piled up like a small mountain in front of him, smiled slightly, moved his right arm, and found that the speed of cutting shredded radishes that he had practiced for several years was about the same as that of Uncle Wuzhu, and the thickness was almost the same. But the right arm is swollen and gone, the pain is good and good, and to this day, the shredded radish will still make a sound, Fan Xian knows that he is still far from Wuzhu's control of the knife in his hand.

Although he didn't understand how cutting shredded radish would help him practice martial arts, when he thought that Wuzhu was a peerless powerhouse who could fight against the four great grandmasters, Fan Xian felt that this shredded radish was delicious, and he felt like he had cut out the jazz drum.

Naturally, the training he received here in Wuzhu is far more than this, and there are very cliché things such as squatting and climbing cliffs, but Wuzhu's training requirements are too perverted, squatting until he can't squat on the toilet, chopping vegetables until his hands cramp, and running until he can't wake up.

The most painful thing is that every three days, Wuzhu would practice with him in a remote place outside the port of Tangzhou -- or to put it simply, it was the peerless powerhouse Wuzhu who violently beat the underage child Fan Xian.

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This is really a singing and crying, bloody and tearful childhood life, and Wuzhu said that this is how the young lady trained her subordinates back then.

Fan Xian was very troubled by these three from one major principle -- the so-called three from one big refers to: difficult, strict, and from the needs of actual combat, to carry out large-scale exercise training, which is the most useful means for Chinese athletes to sweep the gold medal in Fan Xian's previous life.

However, Fan Xian still had no complaints, and did this qiē thing with a slight smile on his face. On the surface, it was because he kept his promises, but in fact, it was his mind far beyond his years that let him know that this qiē was of great benefit to him.

The nameless domineering true qi in his body has become more and more violent in recent years, although in addition to the dantian, there is also a snow mountain at the back waist to accommodate it, but the body that has not yet fully developed is still a little unbearable The invasion of true qi in the meridians, there is often a phenomenon of true qi overflowing, and whenever this happens, there will always be some furniture and other things around him that suffer.

If this situation is allowed to develop, one day, the speed at which the true qi accumulates will exceed the speed at which the body's meridians mature, causing him to explode and die.

It's just that he didn't expect that the blind Wuzhu really didn't have any way to subdue the violent true qi in his body, but just let him keep exercising, adjust the functions of his whole body to an excellent state, and then use the method of cutting radish shreds to let him exercise his mind, not in a hurry or dry, and over the years, subtly, let him control his true qi a lot.

For death, all the living people in this world are not as experienced as Fan Xian, so no one is more afraid of death and cherishes life than him. So when he knew that Wuzhu's training was very helpful for him to overcome the side effects of the domineering scroll, he silently persevered.

Fan Xian thought about it carefully, and only then did he understand the deep meaning implied by Wuzhu's actions, if the true qi is a furnace fire, and he is the furnace, then exercising his muscle energy is equivalent to building a strong furnace, and exercising his mind and honing his jīng god is waiting for a small opening in the stove, which can effectively control the fire.

As for being hammered by Wuzhu with heavy hands every day, Fan Xian can only explain it himself: This is the actual combat in the "three from one big", and it is the iron that does not hammer and does not make a weapon.

It's just that...... It really hurts.

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Early in the morning, Fan Xian woke up from the bed, rubbed his eyes that were a little wooden, got up, jumped into Yahuan's quilt, smelled the gentle body fragrance left in the quilt, pouted, and was very satisfied.

Yahuan Sisi was combing his hair with a comb, and when she found him up, she walked to her bed with a smile, and dragged out the boy who was wringing her futon like an octopus, and she didn't have time to comb her hair again, so she casually gathered it and got up to prepare hot water for the morning wash.

Fan Xian got up from the quilt, sat on the pillow made of cotton for Sisi, lifted his pants, looked inside, and read his favorite wine fist in his previous life when he was not ill, and gestured with rock-paper-scissors with his right hand: "Who is swinging, I am swinging! Who is swinging, you are swinging!"

In the end, he raised his eyebrows, looked inside his pants, and said to himself: "It's me who is slutting, and you don't have the ability to yet." ”

has been in this world for many years, and Fan Xian has long been accustomed to this kind of ** life of clothes to reach out, so he yawns while waiting for Yahuan to come back. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, he almost collapsed and fell asleep again, and he did not wait for the hot towel on his face.

I don't know what happened, but there was a faint sound of scolding in the yard. Fan Xian got dressed himself, pushed the door curiously and walked out, and suddenly saw something that made him very unhappy.

In the garden, Steward Zhou, who was obviously a little aggrieved, was scolding Yahuan Sisi very fiercely, as if the reason was that Sisi was in a hurry to come out to bring hot water, so his hair was not combed properly, his clothes were not neatly dressed, and several Yahuan was surrounded by a few Yahuan with a frightened face.

This housekeeper Zhou came from Kyoto the year before last, and Fan Xian naturally knew that it was the person sent by the aunt to keep an eye on him, but for more than a year, this housekeeper was also honest, and Fan Xian had been secretly staring, and he didn't find out what he had done, so he had been left to him.

But today the housekeeper actually scolded his maid, which made Fan Xian very unhappy, he is a very protective person. He squinted and walked over and begged the housekeeper for a few words, but for some reason, the housekeeper was very stubborn today, and he had to let Sisi go to the backyard to get the family law.

Fan Xian furrowed his brows, looked at the housekeeper with a beautiful face, and said with a grin: "My maid ring, I'll take it back and take care of it." This sentence seems to be very bland, and even a little weak.

The surrounding maids heard some other flavors, and became afraid, not knowing the biggest hidden danger in Sinambo's mansion, the conflict between the two rooms in Kyoto and Shanzhou, and they didn't know if they could suppress it.

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