In the past two days of boxing, the barefoot old man's shots have become more and more aggressive, although Chen Ping'an is no longer allowed to do the cruel act of peeling skin and cramping, but in the form of a god's drum, a punch smashed on Chen Ping'an's body or soul, layer by layer, which really made Chen Ping'an want to die.

The girl in the pink skirt outside the bamboo building swallowed melon seeds, absent-mindedly, and she didn't know it when she bit her mouth, as for the boy in Tsing Yi who sat and practiced by the cliffside, she always looked dignified, not only to rely on her congenital strong physique, desperately digest the high-grade snake gallstone in her abdomen, but also to condense her divine will, try not to be disturbed by the mad movement of the bamboo building, even this Yujiang water snake itself is not clear, this is actually tantamount to a great opportunity to cultivate all the strength, both to nourish qi and refine qi, the scene of qi in the body, such as the water impacting the pillar of the river, can not be found.

Occasionally, the girl in the pink skirt is really restless, she will reach out and rub the bamboo building, the words written by the Confucian Li Xisheng, although they do not appear on the wall of the bamboo building, but she all firmly remembers them, the content of the text and even the strokes are outlined, are clear, she can't keep the wailing of her own master upstairs or the sound of hitting the wall, she will force herself to silently recite the poems and articles on the wall.

This is also a spiritual practice.

Regarding the snake gallstone, it is naturally the more the merrier, and it is the treasure that all the dragons in the world dream of, but it also abides by a potential rule of "ten hundred thousand".

Wei Yan leaked the secret to this, and explained the reason to the two little guys, the first high-grade snake gallstone to help break through the realm, about a year can be digested by the hybrid relics of the dragon genus, the fire python girl is not strong, it takes a little longer, it may take thirteen or fourteen months, on the other hand, the Tsing Yi boy only needs more than half a year, but the second one is not so easy, it takes ten years of hard work to swallow, the third one requires a hundred years of water grinding effort, the fourth is a long millennium, and the fifth one takes ten thousand years! In fact, whether there is a fifth snake gallstone in excellent condition, the significance is not much, the icing on the cake is not counted, at most it is a rare collection in the treasure house of the family.

So before the little boy in Tsing Yi held three good snake gallstones, he turned his head and began to salivate the ordinary snake gallstones, there is no guarantee to break the realm, but he can accumulate cultivation for ten years and ten years, and constantly consolidate the thickness of the current realm.

It wasn't until Chen Ping'an practiced boxing in the bamboo building that the boy in Tsing Yi changed his mind and buried himself in penance, for the Yujiang water snake with a tendon and a intestine, the idea is not complicated, he doesn't want to see anyone being killed by a punch, and he doesn't want to be Chen Ping'an, a mud-legged old man, who exceeds the realm, so how faceless?

The world is big, our heroes and heroes in the rivers and lakes have the biggest face!

In the bamboo building, the barefoot old man wrapped his arms around his chest, overlooking the young man curled up on the ground, the muscles of his whole body were making the sound of soybeans popping, and the old man's previous twenty-eight fists and gods beat the drum style, hitting Chen Ping'an's twenty-eight qi mansion gates, and Chen Ping'an's dying bleak scene.

The old man sneered: "It's only twenty-eight punches, just like a dead person, it's really unbearable! If you can't withstand thirty punches, these three realms are not the strongest three realms in the world!"

Chen Ping'an, who was covered in blood, couldn't care about returning his mouth at all, relying on the breathing and breathing taught by Old Man Yang, as well as the true qi like a fire dragon found in his body, coupled with the eighteen luck-stopping methods that Ah Liang said was "groped out by countless sword immortals", the three together could be enough to grit his teeth and withstand the old man's twenty-eight punches.

The old man kicked out and kicked Chen Ping'an's back, Chen Ping'an's whole person hit the wall and fell heavily to the ground.

The old man laughed and said: "A pure martial artist, if he wants to stand on the top of the mountains, what do he rely on? Just rely on one breath to kill those qi practitioners who can wantonly borrow the aura of heaven and earth! If you suffer a little, you will lose the ability to punch, and you still want to shrink up to heal your injuries and breathe? Will the person who punched you give you this opportunity? So the breath that you Chen Ping'an has accumulated is far from enough!"

Little bitterness.

Chen Ping'an, whose face was covered with blood, couldn't say a word to refute at all.

Although the old man is vicious and tries his best to be mean and sarcastic, if he has a martial arts master who has fought with the old man in a life-and-death battle, or a mountain immortal who has been severely injured and killed in the hands of the old man, he will definitely feel incredible.

At the peak, as the only martial artist of the Ten Realms in the East Treasure Aquarius, he only relied on a pair of flesh and a pair of fists to crisscross the land of the three continents! Before the punch, the old man did not report his name, and after the punch, he did not report his identity, and he came and went in a hurry, and he left after a fight, and accidentally killed someone, the disciples and grandchildren have the courage and ability, just look for him to take revenge.

At that time, Sanzhou only knew that this strange tempered unknown god rarely showed respect to his defeated opponents, even if it was an opponent of equal strength, the old man did not take it seriously, and he never had the slightest idea of accepting disciples.

The old man surnamed Cui can be awake for an hour every day, and now with the return to the top step by step, he can keep his mind clear for half of the time. The grandfather of the great Li national teacher Cui Yun, after falling from the peak to the bottom, has long lost his good impression of the family, because of the grandson, he was once heartbroken by the family's group of turtle grandsons who tend to be inflammatory, and there is no incense at all, and now he has arrived at Luoluo Mountain, staying in the bamboo building every day, standing on the second floor from time to time overlooking the landscape, the old man began to like such a clean place, not only the bamboo building is his own blessed land.

Wei Yan walked outside the bamboo building, and just heard the old man roar angrily, "Chen Ping'an, what's the matter if you're lying down! If you can't stand up, you have to get up!"

"Do you know that the old man has traveled far and wide in this life, punching and killing and hurting countless people, and who is the only person he respects?!"

"It's a martial artist of the Eight Realms who I can't even forget his name now, when this person was dying, he was stepped on by the old man on the front door, before the martial artist of the Eight Realms died, he tried his best to raise his fist and handed the last punch to the old man, even if that punch was weaker than the immature girl, but that punch was a punch that all the martial artists of the Ten Realms in the world, even the legendary Martial God of the Eleventh Realm, should respect and admire!"

"That punch is where the true divine will of my martial artist lies!"

There was a violent impact sound, and it was obvious that Chen Ping'an, who had finally gotten up, hit the wall again and again.

"Chen Ping'an, come again! This pain is a fart, if you are a handler, stand up and eat another punch......"

The old man was quiet for a moment, and then suddenly became angry, scolding, and many scolding words were actually learned from the boy in Mud Bottle Lane.

It turned out that Chen Ping'an's heartstrings were almost broken.

More than enough is too much.

Chen Ping'an was unwilling to admit defeat, not only relied on that breath to support him, but even inadvertently used the ethereal "heart qi", and then after being punched away by the old man, his heart and qi fell together, which was the real line between life and death, and this was also the first time that there was an accident after the old man taught boxing.

The old man who was unrelenting on his lips had already squatted down, and quickly covered the young man's heart with one palm, and looked down at the young man's dark face that was distorted in pain, as well as the young man's arm on his chest, his fists clenched, purely subconsciously instinctive movements.

The old man stretched out his other hand, gently held the young man's fist with cracked skin and white bones, revealing a kind look for the first time, and laughed softly: "Boy, not bad. The boxing moves are in the low place, the boxing intention is in the virtual place, the boxing method is in the depths of the heart, and you have come to the real martial arts. ”

It's just that at this time, I don't know if it's in a dream or confused, Chen Ping'an muttered swear words.

The old man was stunned, but instead of being angry, he laughed, "Stinky boy." ”

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The next day, Chen Ping'an was punched 29 times before he fainted.

The first thing after waking up was that Chen Ping'an walked to the second floor with difficulty and asked, "The next thirty punches, will I be killed by you?"

The old man opened his eyes in the house, "No." ”

Then Chen Ping'an stood under the eaves of the second floor and began to scold, Gu Cang's mother used to be known as the first person in the town to scold the street, and even Granny Ma of Xinghua Lane had to go home to sum up her experience, and after learning a lesson, she was still defeated repeatedly. So Chen Ping'an, as a guy who often listens to the scolding war, is so familiar with it, he really wants to open up and scold, of course his skills are not bad.

After the boxing practice starts tomorrow, there will definitely be no chance to scold.

I'll scold it today.

Anyway, the hardships that should be endured and the sins that should not be suffered are all eaten and fed, and it is impossible for the old guy to beat himself to death, so what is he Chen Ping'an afraid of.

Don't scold, Chen Ping'an is really afraid that he will suffocate himself to death, and he will not be able to practice his fist, so he will burn himself to death first, this is not good!

The old man didn't care about it at all.

In fact, that's a good thing.

Because that's exactly what it means to practice boxing.

The boy in Mud Bottle Lane has accumulated too many emotional impurities, just like the garbage that was swept by Chen Ping'an himself little by little at the foot of the wall, no more, no less, no hindrance to the state of mind, because "out of sight and out of mind", but once the martial arts climb in the future and continue to climb up, then this flaw will continue to be magnified, when the second and third realms are tempered and beaten by the old man with various fist magic powers, it can be removed relatively easily, if it reaches the threshold of martial arts between six and seven, or the moat between ninety, it is difficult to go back and remove the cleaning.

But the old man is not a mud bodhisattva, where can he stand the endless scolding, and shouted angrily: "Get out, talk nonsense for half a sentence, and I'll kill you now." ”

Chen Ping'an smiled and left, very satisfied.

The old man laughed and scolded in the room: "It's really similar to when I was a child." ”

Speaking of this, the old man looked a little dazed.

When I was a child, was I too harsh and ruthless for Wei Yun, who was a grandfather, and I was too eager to pull out the seedlings?

The third sage of Confucianism, there was a wise saying, which was spread in the world, "At the beginning of people, nature is good, sex is similar, and habits are far away." ”

The old man sighed.

He has also personally experienced the thrilling battle of three or four, and what the outcome is is what it looks like now. This is also because the old man is not deeply involved.

He had traveled to the nameless mountain before, and met an old man in a Confucian shirt, the morning sun was rising, the old man walked around the top of the mountain, slowly stretching his muscles and bones, as if he was drawing a circle, but from the perspective of his ten realm martial artists, it can be seen that the elderly scholar seems to be spinning in place, in fact, every time he draws a circle, he will slightly expand to the outside.

He asked curiously, "Why doesn't the old gentleman step out?"

The old man in the Confucian shirt replied with a smile: "If the rules are broken, that's not good." ”

After a lot of talking, after that, he never saw the figure of an elderly scholar again.

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On the third day, before practicing boxing, the old man smiled at Chen Ping'an and said, "Since you have gained a firm foothold in the Three Realms, let's continue, the old man has laid a solid foundation for your martial arts in the Four Realms." Traveling far away will not delay the efforts of these few days. ”

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said no, as long as Master Ruan succeeds in forging the sword, he must leave immediately.

The old man continued to tempt Chen Ping'an to practice boxing, "Why did the old man go out with a punch from the Five Realms Cultivation before, and Sun Shujian, who was at the peak of the Six Realms, was killed? ”

"For example, in the case of the imperial examination, they are also scholars who are among the palace examinations, why are some people who are the indescribably expensive champion Lang Tanhualang, and the rest are Jinshi, and even those poor fellow Jinshi are from the background? That Jinluan Palace is a realm, but in the same realm, there is still a three, six, nine and so on. ”

"Chen Ping'an, you must know that the three realms of martial arts and the four realms are very different. It is tantamount to the last realm of the lower five realms of qi cultivators, and the first realm of the middle five realms, there is a huge watershed. Whether or not the old man helps you lay the foundation, you have suffered so much, and you should know the size of the benefits. If you can break through the four realms in one go, as long as you break the bottleneck, the martial arts path of the four realms will be a flat river, wouldn't it be happy?"

Chen Ping'an did not hesitate, but still shook his head.

Since Old Man Yang said that this place is not suitable for a long time, and if he gets the sword, he must leave the mountain and go south, Chen Ping'an will definitely not delay a stick of incense.

In fact, deep down, Chen Ping'an was still a little frightened about the boxing practice above the Three Realms, saying that he was not afraid that it would be self-deception.

The old man nodded, "It's a good thing to be able to withstand temptation." Sun Shujian and his ilk are not badly talented, but countless people who died halfway died of greed. Then today, the old man will make an exception to reward you once, and replace thirty punches with thirty-one punches. Don't worry, you won't die if you keep it, help you tamp the three realms well, you don't have to be grateful to the old man, who made you a gentleman......"

The old man spoke kindly and pleasantly on the surface, but the murderous spirit in his words was deep and the chill was deep, how could Chen Ping'an not know?

Yesterday scolded people, was he scolded heartily, but today he will be punished?

As a result, after thirty-one punches, Chen Ping'an slept in the big medicine barrel for the first time, and then slept in the bed all night.

At dawn, Chen Ping'an walked out of the house, and Wei Yan and the two little ones were sitting under the eaves.

After seeing Chen Ping'an, Wei Yan sat on the bamboo chair, raised his head, clasped his hands into fists, and said happily: "Congratulations." ”

Chen Ping'an returned the salute with his fists and said with a wry smile: "It's hard to say." ”

The girl in the pink skirt gave the bamboo chair to her master, Wei Yan lowered her voice in Chen Ping'an, "Ruan Qiong will open the furnace in these two days, chatting with the little snake before, I heard that you want to buy a sword raiser, then I will make a good proposition, and give a bride price to the original mountain of the Dali Imperial Court, and give it into five magic weapons, only one gourd, Chen Ping'an, if you feel that you have lost, you can change it, and continue to accept the original five magic weapons of Dali." ”

The girl in the pink skirt and the boy in Tsing Yi looked at each other together, and persuaded Chen Ping'an not to be blinded by lard and round off.

Chen Ping'an smiled: "Of course I want that sword gourd." ”

Wei Yan laughed heartily, waved his sleeves casually, and in an instant, a vermilion delicate little gourd was held in the palm of his hand.

Compared with the small silver gourd hanging from Ah Liang's waist, it is slightly smaller, the color is warm, and the style is simple, which makes people fall in love at first sight.

Chen Ping'an's face was full of surprise, he carefully picked up the vermilion gourd with both hands, widened his eyes, and approached to take a closer look.

Wei Yan explained with a smile: "This sword gourd can only be regarded as medium in quality, not a real immortal thing, but it is already very rare, after all, it is in Dongbao Aquarius, it is not as good as Juluzhou, where sword cultivation is rampant, but even if it is taken to Juluzhou, this small gourd can also make the sword cultivation of the Middle Five Realms salivate." ”

Wei Yan pointed to the bottom of the small gourd, "The bottom section is 'ginger pot', which is homophonic with the rivers and lakes walking the rivers and lakes, which is quite fun, and most of them are the cherished relics of a certain Jiang surnamed Jianxiu, so this name will be engraved." Like it or not?"

Chen Ping'an smiled so happily that he hurriedly responded: "I like it, I like it! How can I not like it!

The girl in the pink skirt covered her mouth and smiled, and the boy in Tsing Yi rolled her eyes and slapped her forehead.

Well, the key is to know the goods, and know the value of raising swords and gourds, so I am so happy, and the old man's habit of being obsessed with money really can't be changed.

Chen Ping'an suddenly asked, "Can you hold wine?"

Wei Yan nodded and smiled: "Naturally, it is okay, it is no problem to load more than a dozen catties of wine, it will not hinder the cultivation of flying swords, but remember, in the sword cultivation gourd, you should not warm up the flying swords with opposite intentions, and do not pay attention to what the more the better, otherwise it will delay the process of raising the sword, it is best to raise two or three ...... at the same time."

Speaking of this, Wei Yan laughed at himself: "If you can cultivate two flying swords at the same time, it is already scary enough. Let's not talk about the opportunity to get a superior flying sword, how much financial and material resources are needed. ”

Chen Ping'an silently wrote it down.

Then swished twice, the first year of the first year whose real name was "Xiao Yudu", and the turquoise "fifteen" that Old Man Yang exchanged for Chen Ping'an, swept out of Chen Ping'an's two qi mansions one after the other, and disappeared in a flash, rushing into the vermilion sword-raising gourd, the two flying swords seemed to be extremely happy, scurrying around in them, constantly hitting the inner wall of the gourd, so that the little gourd shook slightly in Chen Ping'an's hands.

Wei Yan's eyes widened, he only felt that he had no face, and shook his head helplessly: "Okay, when I didn't say anything." ”

The little boy in Tsing Yi was honored, and snorted angrily: "Do you know that my master has strong financial resources?"

Wei Yan didn't bother with this little snake, and said happily: "I know, I know." ”

Wei Yan finally smiled and said: "By the way, if the gourd is filled with wine, just drink the amount of wine you Chen Ping'an." ”

After Wei Yan left, Chen Ping'an sat on the edge of the cliff with a bamboo chair and drank wine alone.

The girl in the pink skirt wanted to follow, but the boy in Tsing Yi grabbed her arm and shook her head to signal not to join in the fun.

Chen Ping'an leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, stretched his legs, held the small gourd that was temporarily used as a wine jug with both hands, and after a few sips of wine, he felt that his cheeks were hot, his throat was hot, and the whole person warmed up.

Chen Ping'an looked at the far south, full of longing.

It seems that the mountains and rivers over there are the rivers and lakes with the homonym of the sword and gourd in their hands.

This is a life that Chen Ping'an never thought of.

It's good to be alive and well.

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The orphans in Mud Bottle Lane, after their parents died, when they were five to seven years old, were the most difficult.

Sometimes when you are hungry to the knots of the intestines, you can really be so hungry that you can't wait to dig the soil to eat, whenever you eat, there are all the smoke curling from every household near the mud bottle lane, even if you just walk in the alley, the child can smell the tempting aroma of rice and coriander, the child is wearing the clothes left by his father, cut it into the size and style that he can wear, and the corners and corners can not be lost, and he accumulates one by one.

The six-year-old child, in a big winter, and can not go up the mountain to collect medicine to earn some copper money, completely lost his livelihood, and does not want to steal, hungry and cold, like a small lonely ghost, walking in the alley, from one end to the other, until the twilight, when the smoke rises, the child does not know how to live.

Before, a well-wisher said that Xiao Ping An would go to my house for dinner. The child would always smile and say no, there is still rice at home. Then he quickly ran away.

But that day, the child really had nothing, and went to Yang's shop during the day, wanting to pay credit to the old man, but the old man didn't want to see him at all.

Then in that dusk, the child was aggrieved and wondered, will anyone see him, will he smile and say, Xiao Ping'an, come in for dinner.

But that day, no one opened the door, the door was closed, and there was laughter and swearing.

In the end, the child returned to his yard hungry, lay on the cold bed board of the thin bedding, and silently told himself that he was not hungry, he was not hungry when he fell asleep, and he was not hungry when he thought about his father.