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Chen Ping'an's breathing suddenly stagnated.

This is an instinct, just like the boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink skirt meet Zhigui, and it doesn't even have much to do with the level of the realm, it is purely a powerful suppression in momentum.

Pure martial arts, probably to some extent, the essence of the word pure is here.

The vassal king Song Changjing used to be in the town office, and he also didn't do anything, so he was able to make Liu Baqiao, a sword cultivator with a good realm, feel that his skin was being pricked by needles.

There was a loud bang.

Chen Ping'an was just about to make a move, just in case, but the whole person had already flown out upside down, slammed into the wall of the bamboo building, collapsed to the ground, struggled twice, and could only lean his back against the wall, unable to stand up, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The old man who kicked Chen Ping'an in the abdomen, crossed his arms around his chest, looked condescendingly at the miserable straw sandals boy, and sneered: "Dare to be distracted when confronting people!

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and stood on the side of the wall, as if facing a great enemy.

The old man said indifferently: "The world only says that there are nine realms of martial arts, but I don't know that there are great scenery above the nine realms." You have only touched the threshold of the Three Realms for the time being, in fact, even the cornerstone of the Second Realm is average, if the old man does not appear, in order to pursue the speed of breaking through the realm, once you enter the Three Realms, I am afraid that you will destroy the foundation of the achievements of the Nine Realms in the future, the martial arts path, there is absolutely no room for the slightest fancy and exaggerated, you did not do well before, but it is far from enough! Because of your dispersion in the first realm, you did poorly!"

Chen Ping'an's breathing gradually became smoother, in the end, he was a young man who had never slackened off for a moment in his physique, and his foundation was very good, you must know that the "average" and "not bad" in the mouth of the old man in front of him were so highly evaluated. If the secular martial artists of the Zhu River and others could get such an evaluation, I am afraid that they would be so excited that they burst into tears on the spot.

Chen Ping'an didn't understand these twists and turns, but said in a trembling voice: "I've been taught." ”

The old man stepped out, and the whole bamboo building shook slightly, and Li Xisheng's invisible words drawn on the green bamboo were slightly visible, flowing with a burst of imperceptible pure brilliance, such as the scene where the moonlight bottle was poured on the water surface of the stream, which was particularly moving.

The old man's mind moved, but he ignored these foreign objects, stared at Chen Ping'an, and broke through the heavens: "The mud embryo realm lies in finding that innate qi and building the framework of the martial arts thatched house, with qi as the pillar and qi as the high wall! Don't learn from the mountain qi practitioners, sneaky, in the end just be a watchdog who snorts on people!"

Chen Ping'an listened to it with little understanding, and deep down, he didn't agree with the old man's statement.

The corners of the old man's mouth curled, and he sneered: "The second realm is commonly known as the wood fetal realm, I think it is better to open the mountain realm, the mountain is immortal, the martial artist is about to split this mountain with one punch! As for the soldiers, hehe, it is nondescript, and the method taken is not only like a thief but also takes a shortcut, which is ridiculous!"

The soldier does have a shortcut to the sky, in addition to being able to invite the gods to go down the mountain, the gods possess the body, and can also raise a battlefield heroic spirit in the air house, the heroic spirit is a kind of congenitally powerful, dead and not scattered Yin soul, once successfully blended with the monk's soul, the body, like the Taoist Danding furnace, water and fire blend, belongs to another road, is an extremely powerful method, but in the mouth of this sloppy old man, the number of soldiers is simply not worth mentioning, the tone is big, it is really scary.

The old man hooked his finger at Chen Ping'an, "Come on, come on, the old man will suppress the realm on the three realms, you exert all your strength, fight to the death, you can beat the old man half a step, even if you win!"

Chen Ping'an hesitated.

He didn't understand the situation at all, from the old man who appeared inexplicably, claiming to be Cui Yun's grandfather, to now inexplicably wanting to fight, Chen Ping'an was confused, with Cui Yun's current status and status, he needed his own unworthy half-hung gentleman to protect? And the old man himself said that there is no shortcut in martial arts, and his talent is poor, can he go to half the height of Cui Yun in this life, Chen Ping'an does not dare to hope extravagantly, the old man's statement, isn't it a contradiction?

The old man said unhappily: "With your kind of heart, it's really boring, if you want to fight, what's the matter, do you want the old man to kneel down and beg you to punch?"

The stubborn and stubborn side of Chen Ping'an's personality was finally revealed, and he still maintained a defensive posture and did not move at all.

The old man's eyes were dark and uncertain, "The old man only asks you, do you want to be among the three realms, and it is one of the best three realms in the world?!"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said without hesitation: "Yes!"

The old man turned his head slightly, stretched out his fingers, pointed to his head, and looked extremely domineering, "Then hit here!" Your kid's temperament and temper are very bad for the old man's appetite, but for the sake of the old man, I will give you one more chance, if the fight is a little imposing, I will help you and let you experience the real style of the Three Realms." ”

Chen Ping'an said slowly: "That's really a fight? I won't keep my hands when I punch!"

The old man laughed and said, "Don't talk nonsense, little girl! Why is there such a bold person in your family? You don't have a handle in the crotch of your pants? Your father must be a coward, right?"

Chen Ping'an's anger arose.

People who seem to be kind to others and have a soft heart must have a piece of mental soil that is as hard as iron, and in a life of suffering, it supports the seemingly stupid kindness.

That's the case with the Mudbottle Alley boys.

traveled thousands of miles all the way, practicing boxing day and night.

Chen Ping'an stepped forward, and in an instant, he burst out with an astonishing speed, came to the old man, and hit the old man's forehead with a punch with his right hand.

It seemed like a punch, but it ended up with two thumps.

After an instant, Chen Ping'an took a few steps back, his arms drooping suddenly, and then retreated again and again.

It turned out that after the first punch hit the old man's forehead, the huge rebound strength made Chen Ping'an's left arm suffer sharply, but his ruthlessness burst out at the same time, and the left fist with greater strength followed closely and smashed on the old man's head.

It's a pity that after two punches, the old man didn't move, yawned, and looked bored and hateful, looking at the embarrassment of the young man not far away, the old man sneered: "Your punch with all your strength is tickling? The old man is your daughter-in-law, or are you my daughter-in-law? If the old man were your father, he would have to die of anger. ”

Chen Ping'an's face was gloomy.

"What, your father is dead?"

The old man sighed, pretending to be abruptly said, "That's better, I will definitely be angry with you." ”

After the severe pain, Chen Ping'an's arms were completely numb and unconscious, but Chen Ping'an still walked forward quickly, this time jumping high, twisting his waist, and slamming the old man's left side of the head with a whip leg, except for the dull sound, the old man was still no different, Chen Ping'an took advantage of the momentum to turn in the air, and the second whip leg was thrown on the right side of the old man's head.

This time, after Chen Ping'an landed, his feet were weak, his shoulders were high and low, and it took several times to stabilize his body.

The old man stared at the lame boy with an idiotic look on his face, and asked, "Since the left leg has suffered enough, why does the right leg have to exert more strength the second time, don't you know that it hurts?"

Chen Ping'an didn't speak, his face was snow-white, his shoulders were undulating, and the injuries to his legs were definitely not light.

The old man nodded, "It seems that this is your bottleneck, which is really disappointing." ”

Chen Ping'an rushed forward for the third time, moving forward with the six piles of the Mountain Shaking Fist, although the speed was one beat slower than the previous two times, but the momentum did not decrease at all. The old man was slightly stunned, stood in place, and waited quietly for a long time.

Countless times to walk the pile, the spirit of the mountain-shaking fist has long been integrated into Chen Ping'an's soul, even if his hands and feet are injured, when he starts to walk the pile, he is still like a rainbow.

The pale but resolute young man, after skillfully walking the fist pile, jumped up on tiptoe, raised his head, and slammed down on the old man's forehead.

The boy fell backwards and fell to the ground, breathing heavily, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Smart people will know the difficulties and retreat, you kid is far behind. But, not smart, that's right. If you want to be a pure martial artist, you don't need to be too smart, and being smart is mistaken by being smart. For this reason, the old man ......"

Only then did the old man flash a look of appreciation, and walked forward step by step, with a smile on his face, and said, "Reward you with a kick!"

A lightning kick came out, the amplitude was extremely small, just enough to kick Chen Ping'an's temple side on the ground.

Chen Ping'an raised an arm with all his strength to block the fierce and dangerous kick.

Eventually, his arm was close to his head, and the whole person was kicked against the base of the wall, curled up there, and there was no pain in his body.

The old man stood in place and looked at the poor young man condescendingly, "Your martial arts foundation, I have thoroughly figured it out, this is the hors d'oeuvres, and then the real hardship." You go outside first to say hello, prepare a big bucket in the near future, the best warm tonic herbs, the best gold sore medicine, and of course, it is best to prepare a coffin, haha, the old man is afraid that you will hang yourself if you can't think about it. It's okay that the family is reunited underground. ”

Chen Ping'an rested for a long time before he could barely get up and limp out of the house, and in the corridor outside the house, he saw the boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink skirt looking at each other, as well as the white-clothed fairy who was slightly gloating, Wei Yan couldn't help but smile after seeing the embarrassed Chen Ping'an: " I'm going to prepare a high-grade medicine jar, a medicinal plaster elixir and the like, don't worry, Niujiaoshan has everything, as for the money, I'll help you cushion it first, when you have the money and when you pay it back, don't worry, but friends are friends, and in business, the interest still has to be charged. ”

Chen Ping'an squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, nodded, and waited until Wei Bai disappeared, and sat in the corridor with his back against the wall.

The boy in Tsing Yi asked softly, "Master, is it hard to practice boxing?"

Chen Ping'an sat paralyzed on the ground, his body couldn't help trembling slightly, and said bitterly: "It's bitter." ”

Chen Ping'an's piles in the wind and snow, the little boy in Tsing Yi saw it all, and thought that with Chen Ping'an's second-realm martial arts physique, he could bear that torment, how could he not do it, it was too tormenting, not the kind that cut off someone's arm with a bang, dripping with blood, wow wow crying. It's another kind of blunt knife cutting meat, and taking a breath is the feeling of drinking Gangfeng and eating a knife.

But if even Chen Ping'an felt that he was suffering, the boy in Tsing Yi couldn't imagine the suffering.

The girl in the pink skirt turned her head and choked silently.

About half an hour later, the old man who was meditating cross-legged in the room stood up and said in a deep voice: "Chen Ping'an, start practicing boxing!"

Chen Ping'an sighed, pushed the door in, and the boy in Tsing Yi swallowed his saliva and helped close the door gently, not even daring to look at the bad old man.

After the boy in Tsing Yi closed the door, he jumped on the railing and sat down, very melancholy.

I think I have been in the Yujiang River for hundreds of years, and I am a well-known hero in the entire Huangting Kingdom, calling for wind and rain, and full of friends, why do I hit walls everywhere when I go to this big fart Longquan County? Uncle, I've been too lucky lately, right? Will I go out to pee in the future, and I will accidentally splash which way of the gods, and then punch people to death?

This does not meet Lao Tzu's expectation that he should kill all sides when he walks the rivers and lakes!

The boy in Tsing Yi cried and slapped the railing with both hands, and died of annoyance.

The girl in the pink skirt was on the first floor, helping to make a fire with the mountain god Wei Bai, and cooking a large vat of medicinal soup, which was fragrant.

The medicinal materials in this large jar are not expensive, and when converted into silver, it will cost Wei Bai 80,000 taels of silver.

Poor scholars, rich scholars, and martial arts, the ancients did not deceive me.

Of course, the vast majority of martial artists in the world will definitely not spend a lot of money like Wei Yan, otherwise no matter how strong the family foundation is, it will be hollowed out.

In the room on the second floor of the bamboo building, the old man glanced at the young man who was still in good spirits, "The old man will not only help you completely dissipate your qi, but also temper your body and soul at the same time, as long as you persist to the end, the second realm will break the third realm, and it will come naturally, if you are lucky, it is not impossible to enter the four realms." ”

If you're lucky.

After Chen Ping'an heard this, he felt that it was no joke.

The old man smiled and said: "Today, the old man will pay attention to the strength of each shot, and it will not make you feel unbearable at the beginning, but in the end, hehe, you will experience it yourself." ”

Chen Ping'an had a sense of foreboding.

The old man restrained his smile, his mood suddenly did not wave, and he slowly put out a simple and vicissitudes of boxing, "When the old man was young, he liked to travel far and wide, never carrying a magic weapon, and only relied on a pair of fists to hit all over the mountains and mountains. ”

The old man's face was calm, "After the old man observed it once, he realized something and realized this style, which is called the god-man drum pose!"

Chen Ping'an listened with his ears pricked up, and did not dare to miss a word.

The reason is simple, bitterness cannot be eaten in vain!

The old man said sharply: "The kid is standing firm, eat ten punches first!"

There was a crisp sound of crackers cracking in the bamboo house.

The continuous ten punches smashed into ten places on Chen Ping'an's body in turn, and the force was breathable, making the qi machine agitated, like a broom passing over, and dust was everywhere.

After closing the fist, the old man smiled strangely.

Chen Ping'an, who was prepared for the worst, was a little surprised at first, thinking that the old man's punch was not heavy, and he could bear it on his body.

Then in an instant, Chen Ping'an suddenly bled from his seven orifices, fell to the ground, and began to roll.

Chen Ping'an bit his lip to prevent himself from crying.

When practicing boxing, in addition to hearing Zhu He say that in the early stage of martial arts, you should not drink alcohol and hurt your body, I have also heard many times that you can't fall in one breath, Chen Ping'an finally knows a little boxing theory, and cherishes it very much, and until today, he is still persevering. Even if he heard Lin Shouyi know about the great fortune in Ah Liang's wine pot afterwards, Chen Ping'an never regretted anything.

The old man watched the young man roll around, and sneered: "How, it tastes good, right? The essence of this punch lies in the fact that the fist can be doubled and accumulated again and again, and it is known as the Da Luo Jin Immortal who is known as the golden body, as long as you punch fast enough and the number of times enough, it will destroy you and shatter it!"

After the old man said this, his expression was a little dazed.

When he was at the peak of martial arts, he always wanted to know something.

If the Taoist Buddha is willing not to fight back, then he will be able to support hundreds of punches in the end.

The old man quickly came back to his senses and explained: "Don't worry, the old man's ten punches are skillful, and they don't hurt your body and skin, but only hit your soul." If you grit your teeth, you will probably be able to get through it. ”

The young man rolled half a stick of incense on the ground, and then sat on the ground and relied on the breathing and breathing taught by Old Man Yang, as well as the luck method taught to him by Ah Liang, and then slowly got up after a stick of incense, covered in sweat, like a chicken in soup that had just landed.

The old man nodded and smiled: "It seems that ten punches are okay, then eat fifteen punches." ”

After a while, Chen Ping'an continued to roll on the ground, this time hitting the foot of the wall, so that his head hit the wall without realizing it.

Chen Ping'an lay on the ground with two sticks of incense, but he couldn't sit up, let alone stand up and say anything cruel to the old man.

The old man observed the subtle changes in the qi in the young man's body, and continued: "Martial arts and martial arts are also great avenues! Qi practitioners always look down on pure martial arts, only talk about martial arts but not martial arts, thinking that martial arts can never reach the height of 'Dao', and the old man does not believe in evil!"

"The old man went to read a hundred classics, one day I read a paragraph, the page also depicts a graceful woman, the posture and appearance of the country and the city, the text is that this woman rain master, the heart of the common people, do not hesitate to transgress, violate the rules of heaven, without authorization to descend Ganlin, her golden body was detained on a god platform, day and night to bear that, the emperor of the edict of the emperor, there are the four words of 'self-inflicted', the old man was shot at that time, scolded the bastard! The anger was unquellable, so he walked outside, and it was raining heavily, and the old man punched the rain curtain upwards and retreated more than ten feet!"

"So the old man's punch is called Cloud Steaming Daze Style!"

The old man stood silently beside the young man, stepped on Chen Ping'an's abdomen, and sneered: "If you can't get up, just lie down! The old man can let you know the beauty of this punch!"

In the sea of Chen Ping'an's anger, there was a bang, as if ushering in an earth-shaking upheaval.

He followed Cui Dongshan from the Great Sui to return to Huangtingguo, passing through a place of great water, the fog rose, very spectacular, from Cui Dongshan's crepe words, I knew the Wei Wei weather called Yun Steaming Daze. But the beautiful scenery is a beautiful scenery, withstanding the old man's rapid stampede, and experiencing the ups and downs brought by this picture scroll in his own body, it is really worthy of the name "Desire for Immortals to Die", the old man stepped on Chen Ping'an's sea of qi in the lower dantian, soaring upward, Chen Ping'an felt that his liver and intestines were broken, and the next moment he was going to spit out all the internal organs out of his throat.

Every time the sea of qi in his body rises, Chen Ping'an is like being dragged up by someone once, his body bounces off the ground, and then falls to the ground, and so on.

In the end, the old man seemed to feel that the young man with his body bouncing was very eye-catching, and stepped on it again, "Give it to me!"

Chen Ping'an was trampled on the ground by that kick, the young man's limbs twitched, his face was hideous, and his eyes were cloudy.

I saw that Chen Ping'an's whole body, countless extremely tiny blood beads slowly seeped out from the pores of his skin, and finally condensed into pieces.

The old man shouted angrily: "Chen Ping'an! Listen up! The breath at the beginning of the martial arts has already been found by you, is it because you can't use it to make a show?

Chen Ping'an was in a daze, vaguely heard the old man's angry shouts, almost instinctively in the heart lake, silently spoke, which can be regarded as giving orders, let the mysterious qi machine that is like a fire dragon run on its own, and go wherever it wants, because he really can't control his body and limbs, and he can't control it with a single finger.

The old man looked down and stared, and in his sight, a qi machine that was no thicker than a silk thread, like a fire dragon, began to run wildly in the meridians in his chest, and laughed: "Okay!"

The old man retracted that foot, took it with one hand, and flicked his fingers at Chen Ping'an with the other, "I once watched the confrontation between the two armies on the top of the mountain, it was really wonderful, it seemed to be a dragon elephant fighting power, the dragon was the one with the greatest strength in the water, and the elephant was the one with the greatest strength on land.

Every time the old man flicked his fingers lightly, Chen Ping'an had to cut off a rib.

This is the first time that Chen Ping'an has wailed out because of pain.

Because the real pain is not only in the body, but also in the depths of the soul.

The boy in Tsing Yi sitting on the railing outside the corridor was so frightened that he almost fell. The girl in the pink skirt downstairs lost her soul and suddenly squatted on the ground and hugged her head, not daring to listen again.

Finally, looking at the young man who had completely fainted, the old man walked to the door of the house with an expressionless face, and after opening the door, he said to the shivering boy in Tsing Yi: "Carry him downstairs, throw him directly into the medicine bucket and soak it, you don't have to take off your clothes and straw sandals, don't underestimate such a little weight, for Chen Ping'an at the moment, if you want to stabilize the realm, you can't move them." Also, remember to tell the mountain god who looks very fat and powdery, don't draw snakes and add any panacea to it, otherwise the old man doesn't care, but this kid's suffering today is in vain. ”

After seeing the old man, he listened to the instructions, and the boy in Tsing Yi was so frightened that he didn't dare to take the stairs at all, so he jumped down directly. only dared to let the girl in the pink skirt move Chen Ping'an, and he didn't dare to pass by the old man at all.

But when he got downstairs, after reminding Wei Yan in one more move, and then he didn't say a word, and trotted all the way to the pink skirt girl outside the door, the boy in Tsing Yi gritted his teeth, swept out on his toes, and then floated up to the second floor, grabbed ahead of her, walked into the house hard, and picked up Chen Ping'an, who was a bloody man.

Put Chen Ping'an carefully into the medicine barrel,

The girl in the pink skirt with tears on her face asked in a low voice, "Wei Shanshen, is my master really okay?"

Wei Yan glanced at Chen Ping'an, who was unconscious, "If you can persist until the end, you will be fine, if you give up halfway, not only will you fall short, I am afraid that you will leave many sequelae, such as staying in the second and third realms of martial arts for the rest of your life, because the foundation is too strong, and then you want to raise the realm as a whole, it is tantamount to a child's lifting a stone pier, which cannot be done." ”

The girl in the pink skirt was a little confused.

The boy in Tsing Yi walked out of the house alone, sat on a bamboo chair outside the house, held his cheeks with both hands, and was in a daze.

In the twilight, Chen Ping'an, who had been soaked in the medicine barrel before, was like a poor person who had a nightmare and couldn't wake up, even if he was asleep, his breath was extremely chaotic, and now it finally stabilized, the girl in the pink skirt stood on her heels and lay on the bucket sweating profusely, afraid that the old man would die of pain, afraid that the old man would drown, afraid that the old man would not wake up after sleeping this night, she just stared wide-eyed, but in fact, she couldn't do anything at all.

As night fell, the girl in the pink skirt walked out of the first floor with a little peace of mind and sat on the bamboo chair next to the little boy in Tsing Yi.

The two were silent for a long time, and the little boy in Tsing Yi suddenly said softly: "Silly girl, I have decided, I really want to practice hard." ”

The girl in the pink skirt was not very interested, and said weakly: "Why, didn't you say that we only rely on talent in our cultivation, and also said that if you lie down, you can swish upwards in the realm." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi drooped his head for the first time, "I don't want to go down the mountain every time I go down the mountain and meet a guy who can kill me with one punch." ”

The girl in the pink dress found it difficult. But today, her own master is already so miserable, she doesn't want to hit this guy next to her anymore, after all, it's still the first month of the New Year.

He raised his head and raised his fist high, "I'm going to fight those guys, two punches to kill me!"

The girl in the pink skirt is a little awkward, and she always feels weird.

Ambitious? Doesn't seem right. Short-sighted? It doesn't seem right.

The little boy in Tsing Yi encouraged himself to encourage himself, "I'm such a hero who pays attention to the morality of the rivers and lakes, I don't want to meet those guys again and again, so I can only hide behind Chen Ping'an, I'm so sorry for my name of 'Yujiang Chivalrous Little Langjun'." I want Chen Ping'an to know that I am really righteous, not just talking!"

This time, the girl in the pink skirt sincerely stretched out a small fist and waved it gently: "Come on!"

Until this moment, the boy in Tsing Yi, who looked down on the fire python, suddenly felt something in his heart, this stupid girl, stupid is a little stupid, it turns out that it is quite cute and pleasing.

He suddenly regained the virtue of a hippie smile, and asked with a sly smile: "Silly girl, have you thought about what you said last time?" Be my little daughter-in-law, and roll the quilt together if you have nothing to do? Even if I don't like you very much now, but worldly couples, matchmakers, and finger marriages can all be cultivated. As long as you like me, and then you can do whatever you want, and one day, I'll like you as much as you like me, and you're so happy when you think about it, right?"

The girl in the pink skirt was crying, "You stinky and shameless! I want to sue the master!"

"Our master is sleeping, so he can't take care of you. ”

The little boy in Tsing Yi said happily: "There is a big pie falling from the sky on your head, I don't know how to catch it, forget it, forget it, what a stupid girl! Chen Ping'an has never seen the world, so he treats you as a treasure, and if you are replaced by me, I will give you a high-grade snake gallstone at most." ”

The girl in the pink skirt puffed out her cheeks and said angrily: "Please call the master!"

The little boy in Tsing Yi fell silent all of a sudden, hugged the back of his head with both hands, looked into the distance, and said softly: "Yes, Chen Ping'an is our master." ”

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Chen Ping'an woke up in the middle of the night, walking without hindrance, but the weather in his body can be called miserable, but for some reason the broken ribs have been connected, of course, they have not healed, but it is enough to see that the 80,000 taels that Wei Yan spent out are really not a waste, in fact, if someone else buys it with Baobaozhai, 160,000 taels of silver may not be able to take it down, this is the value of Beiyue Zhengshen.

Chen Ping'an put on a new shirt and didn't dare to walk out of this bamboo building, the girl in the pink skirt moved a small bamboo chair empathetically, and Chen Ping'an sat quietly near the threshold.

He didn't say anything, he sat down until the sun rose, practiced the sword furnace stake, and then got up and went to lie down on the small bed on the first floor.

In the afternoon of the same day, the old man opened his eyes and stood up, and said in a deep voice: "Start practicing boxing." Today only tempers the soul and allows you to go to the chaff. ”

Chen Ping'an woke up with his eyes, sighed, and silently walked into the second floor.

After that, he was carried out of the second floor by the boy in Tsing Yi, and after waking up in the middle of the night again, he ate a meal, even if he didn't have any appetite, Chen Ping'an still forcibly swallowed it, watching his master's hand holding chopsticks tremble, and the dishes fell back to the plate after a few times, and the girl in the pink skirt was full of tears all of a sudden.

The boy in Tsing Yi just buried his head in the rice.

This time, Chen Ping'an took a short rest, sat at the door, practiced the sword furnace with trembling hands, and soon went to sleep.

A whole decade passed, three days to temper the soul, and one day to beat the body.

Every time the old man made a move, he took it just right, guaranteeing that Chen Ping'an would suffer more than the day before, so there was no possibility of getting used to it and adapting to the pain.

Chen Ping'an became more and more silent, and often did not say a word when he was awake all day.

Occasionally, the girl in the pink skirt asked something, or wanted to make her master happy, Chen Ping'an shook her head with a smile at first, then frowned, and finally once her face was full of anger, although it could be seen that Chen Ping'an was restrained and suppressed, but the boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink skirt were frightened beyond measure.

At that time, Chen Ping'an wanted to speak and stopped, his lips moved slightly, but he never said anything, went to lie on the bed, closed his eyes, didn't know whether to sleep or wake up, and even made people feel that they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

The boy in Tsing Yi once tentatively asked Wei Yan how much pain Chen Ping'an had when he was beaten.

Wei Yan thought about it for a while, and said that the suffering suffered by Chen Ping'an on the first day was probably that of an ordinary ordinary man, who was chopped ten fingers with a knife, and chopped into meat sauce with bones and meat, and he had to keep himself awake as much as possible. After that, it gets worse every day.

Day 1 only.

After that, the boy in Tsing Yi never asked such questions again.

He began to practice.

Become more diligent than the girl in the pink skirt.

On this day, Chen Ping'an sat on a bamboo chair in the night, slumped on the back of the chair, and Wei Yan walked slowly, standing beside him, watching the bright moon hanging in the night sky with him.

Chen Ping'an asked hoarsely: "Wei Yan, can you please help me ask, what is Master Ruan's success in forging a sword?"

Wei Yan couldn't laugh this time, just sighed, nodded and said: "I'll go and ask, I said in advance, Ruan Qiong's opening of the furnace and forging the sword this time is his first shot after leaving the Fengxue Temple, and he must attach great importance to it, so Ruan Qiong is probably unwilling to be distracted, and may not be able to reply to me." ”

Chen Ping'an snorted.

Chen Ping'an couldn't care about spending money like water, and for the first few days, he would still keep accounts silently in his heart, but then he completely lost this mind.

Recently, the girl in the pink skirt and the boy in Tsing Yi have intentionally or unintentionally let Chen Ping'an be alone and do not disturb him.

When Chen Ping'an got up, he said softly: "Help me tell them, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but sometimes, I really couldn't help it." ”

Wei Yan asked, "Why don't you say it yourself?"

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "I don't know why, it seems that just thinking about this matter, I will be very tired, I am afraid that if I say that, I will not be able to hold on to practicing boxing tomorrow." ”

Wei Yan nodded and said, "It's a bit mysterious, but I can barely understand it." Don't worry, I'll help you say it, and they'll be considerate. ”

In the martial arts practice in the world, I am afraid that there are really few martial artists, several times at a time, at intervals, it is normal, but it is necessary to endure this kind of hardship continuously every day, and it is definitely not much.

The old man stood silently under the eaves of the second floor, and after hearing the conversation between the two, he just smiled, and then turned back to the house and sat down.

Wei Yan couldn't understand it thoroughly, which was normal, because the old man's punch itself was a kind of "god-man drum style" that was constantly accumulating, and it was a hidden tempering at a deeper level in the mind.

Refining the body, cleaning the meridians, cutting the marrow and bones is the first step, strengthening its courage and soul, is the second step, the real most test, or the cone, the old man is like a sharp cone again and again, nailed into the heart of the young man, the taste, can be imagined.

The old man was actually very surprised, first, the young man had not lost his mind and gone crazy so far, and he was still gritting his teeth and staying up, and he was reluctant to say "I don't practice boxing anymore". The second is the mystery of this bamboo building, which is really wonderful.

Chen Ping'an lay on the bed, rolled up the futon, curled up, facing the wall, and covered his mouth with one hand.

Between the fingers, there was a whimper.

It's another decade.

In the past ten years, the catastrophe has become even more tragic.

Among them, the old man asked Chen Ping'an to peel and cramp by himself, and do it himself!

One night, Chen Ping'an, who was bandaged like a zongzi, sat on a bamboo chair, suddenly stood up, his body swayed slightly, and walked to the cliff outside the door.

He seems to want to practice the piles that he hasn't practiced for a long time, but after just one time, he can only give up.

Chen Ping'an turned his head to look in the direction of the town in a daze, his lips trembled, and he wanted to cry or not.

He suddenly asked, "Wei Yan, I know you're nearby, can you bring me a pot of wine?"

Wei Yan nodded, "I have it on me." ”

An already opened wine jug slowly fell high in front of Chen Ping'an's eyes, Chen Ping'an reached out to catch it, and then turned his head to look at the bamboo building, "Can you drink it?"

A sneer came from the second floor, "What is it to drink a drink, after you have the ability, you can only be proud to break your wrists with the Taoist Buddha!"

Chen Ping'an turned his head, the moon and stars were scarce, looking at the distant southern mountains and rivers, he lowered his head and sniffed the wine.

He once carried a drunken old showman on his back, and the old man slapped him on the shoulder vigorously, shouting, "Young man wants to drink!"

The young man, whose face had been silent for a long time, suddenly smiled brightly, poured a sip of strong wine, coughed non-stop, raised the wine jug high, and shouted with all his might: "Drink wine!

After a while, the young man held back for a long time, but he couldn't help choking on tears from the big sip of the spirits, and whispered: "The wine is really hard to drink......

But the young man still forced himself to take a big sip again, coughing and saying loudly: "The book said that the beauty gave me a golden knife, how can I repay Ying Qiongyao! The wine is not delicious, but this sentence is really beautiful!"

In the end, the boy blushed a little inexplicably, and he didn't know whether it was from wine or embarrassment, so he fed it softly into the distance.

The boy seemed to be quietly asking a girl he liked, as if to say, hey, did you hear that?

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