He Weitong didn't think he was a person with outstanding intelligence, so there must be some reason why his martial arts cultivation was growing so fast that he didn't know about it.

So just now He Weitong tried it, that is, he no longer spit it out when practicing boxing, to see what the difference between the two is, this time, and sure enough, there was a problem.

This is not a vomit and a vomit, and there is a very clear difference in the reaction of his body when punching.

One is that the body is obviously bulky, and the other is that after boxing, I am no longer energetic, but the muscles of my body are slowly sore. 、

This distinction shows that the rapid improvement of his martial arts cultivation is indeed related to Tuna.

But if it's just a spit, Zhou Xiyu doesn't have to be surprised, because the spitting method is not a rare thing, as long as it is a slightly historical school, there is a method of spitting, not to mention that Zhou Xiyu himself is a master, and there must be a method of spitting.

So in this way, the key is not to breathe, but to vomit, thinking of this, He Weitong immediately thought of such a thing as "aura".

If it was placed in the previous life, He Weitong might not believe that there was aura in the world, but now that even the crossing has happened, whether the aura exists remains to be investigated.

It's not that He Weitong is whimsical, but he can only think of such an explanation for this effect.

First of all, he himself is not a genius, and his original body may have a certain talent in martial arts, but it is definitely not so powerful that half a month is worth a year.

What could be in this courtyard to make the aura surge, He Weitong looked at the empty courtyard, and finally could only focus on the jujube tree above his head.

The trunk of this jujube tree is about the thickness of the bowl mouth, seven or eight meters high, the branches are luxuriant, the branches are green, and the green jujubes that are not yet ripe are hung on the branches, which looks very spiritual.

He Weitong looked at the verdant jujube trees, shining in the sun.

He Weitong stood under the jujube tree and felt that this jujube tree was extraordinary.

It stands to reason that this jujube tree has been unattended for a long time, and it should gradually become wild, and the fruit is getting fewer and smaller, but looking at the jujube tree in front of you, not only does it grow very well, but the fruit is also very large.

This is not normal, when He Weitong lived in the countryside before, there was a jujube tree in front of the door, but then he only went out for two or three years, and after he went back, the jujube tree had reached the point where it did not give birth to jujubes, and even if there were, it was only the size of a soybean, and there were very few, only a few trees.

He Weitong slowly approached the bottom of the tree, then climbed the tree, slowly climbed to the treetop along the branch, picked the ripe dates at the top of the tree, and then went down the tree again.

He Weitong came to the well and fetched a bucket of water, then threw a few dates into it, soaked them, went to the temperature, and then grabbed one and tasted it.

"Quack~"

This jujube is surprisingly crunchy, the juice explodes in the mouth, very sweet, the moment of the belly, there is an indescribable feeling, anyway, this jujube is particularly delicious, not only in the taste, but also in the spirit.

He Weitong has eaten most of the dates in the world, but none of them taste like they are today.

He Weitong is now 80 percent sure that the problem lies in this jujube tree.

If his guess is correct, this jujube tree is afraid that it is a spiritual root, which has the function of gathering aura or producing aura.

Almost every time he practiced boxing in the past half a month, he was under this tree, so he naturally absorbed the aura above, so the speed of his cultivation was far beyond that of ordinary people.

From Zhou Xiyu's words, He Weitong could guess that he had never encountered it, that is to say, this spiritual root is rare in this world, and he found one casually, which is really blessed.

Thinking of this, He Weitong's gaze changed when he looked at the jujube tree, where was the tree in front of him was just a jujube tree, which was obviously a shortcut for him to embark on the road of transcendence.

But from this, he thought about what kind of world this world was, whether it was an ordinary kung fu world or a world with transcendent things.

Hangzhou has such a lake as West Lake, which gathers the world's beautiful spirits, and can give birth to such a spiritual root, He Weitong does not think it is strange, but if even this kind of industrially polluted metropolis can give birth to spiritual roots, those backward mountain villages, or uninhabited mountainous areas, are there more?

The more He Weitong thinks about it, the more he thinks about it, the farther he thinks, through this jujube tree, He Weitong's reverie is infinite.

But he quickly regained his heart, no longer thinking about this, he was still too far away from cultivating immortals, what he could do at present was to work hard to practice martial arts, looking forward to one day entering the Tao with martial arts.

He Weitong picked up the dates in the bucket, sat on the stone bench, and ate them.

After eating, He Weitong sat down on the stone table, relaxed his body and began to run the foundation building technique of the Dao Gate.

This was the first time he had run this technique, and he had only used it in the past when he was practicing boxing.

He Weitong began to carry the "qi" in the body, and his Taoist foundation building technique is an exercise to achieve the purpose of health preservation by transporting the "qi" in the body.

Because it is a Taoist foundation-building technique, it also pays attention to mystical things such as sperm collection, food qi, and nourishing the spirit.

He Weitong doesn't know if these statements are reasonable, because the function of this health recipe is not a day-to-day work, and it must be practiced for decades to see the effect.

So as long as there is no harm, it doesn't hurt to practice, anyway, he has never seen a problem with the practice of health preservation.

Of course, those beginners naturally can't practice blindly, someone must correct them on the side, and He Weitong doesn't have this need, because the original body has been practicing for nearly ten years, and He Weitong is already familiar with this exercise, so naturally he doesn't have to worry about practicing forks.

Running this exercise, He Weitong's body and mind are very relaxed, and his heart is very calm, even if Mount Tai collapses in front of him at this time, he may not have much reaction.

This practice is an hour, and after an hour, He Weitong slowly woke up from his meditation.

He Weitong opened his eyes, feeling bright in his heart, and his troubles were left behind.

After getting off the stone table, He Weitong looked at the position of the sun through the jujube tree, and briefly judged the time, knowing that it was noon.

He Weitong swallowed his saliva inadvertently, and then came to the well, put down the wooden barrel and put a bucket of water, and drank a few sips, he was indeed a little thirsty.

After drinking, He Weitong went into the house for some time.

I didn't do anything, just lay on the bed and looked through the booklet that recorded the art of ape strikes.

He Weitong lived a very leisurely life, he didn't know what to do when he went out, so he simply stayed in the house and made his own.

Now that he has looked at it again, he has some new insights, and he finds that he can understand some of what this booklet says.

His half-month kung fu has not been practiced in vain, he can already spy a little bit from the book, although it is still far from realizing the ape attack technique, but it is a good start.