Firewood, bamboo fences, thatched huts.

The cool breeze gusted in the middle of the night, it was early summer, with a little cold; Mountains in the distance, fields in the near; The mountains are secluded like giant beasts lying on their stomachs, and the fields are sparkling with moonlight like waves.

Zhao Jingyang stood in the courtyard with his hands in his hands, looking up at the moon in the sky, the moon was covered with a surging redness that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and the light sprinkled down was unusually gray.

Here he wore a shabby shirt with many patches, and if he did not care about his bearing, he was tantamount to a beggar.

In fact, this time, there was a small problem, so that the landing was not stable and fell into the river; Zhang Agou, who came back from collecting firewood, is a simple and kind person.

This kid dropped the firewood, jumped into the river, and got Zhao Jingyang ashore without saying anything!

After getting ashore, he dragged Zhao Jingyang to his house, and hurriedly took his clothes to change for him - saying that it was cloudy for several days, and it was cold in the evening, so don't freeze.

almost confused Zhao Jingyang.

Where did you get such a good lad?!

Where is such a stupid young man?

At that time, Zhao Jingyang's heart turned, and he expected that his current situation was not only a newcomer, but also a newcomer.

Zhang Agou's home is a small courtyard of thatched huts with firewood and bamboo fences.

There are two people in Zhang's family, one is himself, and the other is his father Zhang. Lao Zhang was only in his forties, but he looked about the same as sixty or seventy, thin, pouting his back, and his beard was gray.

He is also a warm-hearted person. Seeing Zhao Jingyang coming, Shengsheng cooked him a bowl of white rice - but his father and son only ate vegetable soup cooked with bran.

After eating and resting, Zhang Agou and his father went to live in the shack firewood room next to it, and let Zhao Jingyang live in the room - this is really nothing to say.

Teaching Zhao Jingyang is quite embarrassed.

On the night of this son, Zhao Jingyang came out of the house - in the firewood room next to him, the father and son were snoring one after another.

After thinking about it carefully, Zhao Jingyang felt that he had never met such a simple and enthusiastic person—or a little stupid—a stranger, and he didn't even ask about his origin, so he brought it home.

But silly cute.

Speaking of the small problem this time, in the final analysis, it was Zhao Jingyang who ate it himself - that wisp of extremely high life origin taught him to open hundreds of acupoints in one go, but left more, and 'plugged him'.

It's just a stretch.

For this reason, Zhao Jingyang followed the mother-in-law closely, and gave all the women to the level of a half-step martial saint, and some of them were released, but there were still many left.

If he didn't grasp it and control it carefully, he would definitely be a scenery at this time - up and down his body, every pore, would be like a water pipe!

The essence erupted from the pores and turned into a ray of light, and the whole person was like the Virgin Mary!

It would be a pity to indulge in the ejection of essence; In the final analysis, it was the previous carelessness - the essence of life that was refined should not be swallowed right now.

It's like throwing a big stone into a wooden barrel, naturally, the water in the original barrel will be squeezed out!

Although I opened hundreds of acupuncture points in one go, it was really a bit laughable that I couldn't return to normal for a while when I was like this.

Thinking about staying over there, it was only for the sake of retreat, and it happened that some information came from the shadow in the dark, and Zhao Jingyang knew that the higher-level dimensional world had been opened, so he said hello to the mother-in-law, turned around and followed that induction, and came here. ….

But because when he crossed the dimensional world, because of the pressure brought by crossing the world, and because of his current situation, he couldn't control his strength a little, so he fell into the river.

Lose face!

The authentic martial saint who has opened up two hundred and six has actually played a trick to plant onions, if this is seen by people in the industry, then he can't laugh off his big teeth?

Under the moonlight, Zhao Jingyang sat down in the middle of the small courtyard.

With his eyes closed, he felt the true meaning of overcoming thorns in his mind - Zhao Jingyang had a feeling that as long as he took the understanding of true meaning to a higher level in the style of overcoming thorns, he could solve the current crying and laughing in his body

Condition.

This feeling is not without reason.

It is also the feeling obtained from some hazy information extracted after refining that essence with the fire.

The essence of refining the fire, the information obtained is very ambiguous, and there is only a very abstract dynamic picture - but the amount of information carried in this picture is extremely huge.

There are two main elements in this abstract picture.

First, it is an incomparably majestic shadow, which is Zhao Jingyang's own feeling.

Second, it is a huge fist print!

The content is this huge and friendless fist print, which instantly bursts the dynamic picture of the incomparable and majestic shadow.

There's a lot of information in this dynamic picture.

First of all, the essence of the red light that carries this picture is the origin of this statue that has been blown up and fallen from the body of the great being.

Therefore, after the fire is refined, this picture can be extracted.

Secondly, that fist print!

This is the most impressive element of the whole picture - because the true meaning contained in this fist seal is the true meaning of the King of Man Fist Sutra of overcoming thorns!

You can't go wrong!

That is to say, the great existence of a certain practitioner, the King Fist Sutra, with one punch, blew up an incomparable and majestic existence in Zhao Jingyang's eyes! Killed!

It's just a very abstract picture of a lake - it is conceivable that the picture is less than one billionth of a billions of dollars compared to the real scene at that moment; But just from this picture, the traces of the fist print imprinted in Zhao Jingyang's mind are a huge treasure for Zhao Jingyang!

As long as you can turn the traces of this fist mark into your own use, then the true meaning of overcoming thorns will be unimpeded and will go straight to Dacheng!

A great being who practiced the King Fist Sutra beat another great being to death with the punch of overcoming thorns; Then, the lost wisp of life origin and nemesis of the dead one is the thorns!

As long as the true meaning of this style of Human King Fist Sutra is comprehended to a higher level, then the wisp of life origin that Zhao Jingyang swallowed will be like a broken bamboo, not like now, a turtle crawling.

Zhao Jingyang sat cross-legged, while the traces of the fist mark flashed in his mind again and again, grabbing the true meaning of overcoming thorns bit by bit; While urging the Taishi Xuanyuan Qi, he communicated with the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi of this world.

And so, the night passed.

When the first rooster crows in the small village, wisps of fish belly white rose in the east; Zhang Agou yawned and was shirtless, coming out of the firewood room, and saw Zhao Jingyang boxing in the courtyard.

"Why don't you sleep more than Brother Zhao?"

Zhang Agou yawned again, walked in, and asked curiously, "Are you boxing?"

Zhao Jingyang smiled and said, "Activate your muscles and bones."

Nineteen generations