On the country road, Yunchen tied his legs with big stones, and walked with difficulty in a strange footwork, which he got from his father, and listened to his father say that he saved a large family, and the owner gave this footwork rubbing to his father. And Dad just gave the rubbing to Yunchen and let him practice by himself, which seemed to be very unconcerned, but every night Dad would check the results of the practice.

After walking for a while, the clouds and dust sweated like rain.

The exercises are weird, sometimes you can walk the road of play in three or two steps, but you have to walk more than a dozen steps, and the muscles often need to be twisted, which is extremely painful.

There are six levels of footwork, and now Yunchen can only practice to two levels.

"Uh... Yes! Yunchen often knelt on the ground trembling all over. Sweat dripped down the hair on his cheeks and fell to the ground, and his clothes were soaked.

In fact, he also wanted to give up more than once.

……

The night of three years ago.

"Want to give up?" Facing the scarred cloud and dust, Dad sorted out the medicine box and didn't raise his head.

"Dad, I..." Xiao Yunchen was teary-eyed at that time.

"Why did you practice martial arts in the first place?" The father, who has always been gentle, rarely straightened his face, "Say!" ”

"Because... Because I like ......."

"Because... Because I'm looking for my mother! Yunchen's face was flushed, choked in his throat, "It's all your fault!" You abandoned my mother! ”

Yunchen originally lived in a city and was carefree, but on his third birthday, he woke up and came to this small mountain village. His only impression was that his mother was captured by more than a dozen men in black, and his father, Yun Zhan, stood by and watched.

Yun Zhan's hand trembled, there was no joy or sorrow on his face, his mouth opened, wanting to have a thousand words, but in the end it turned into a sigh.

"Boxing, 100 times, footwork, 500 meters, if you don't finish practicing, you are not allowed to sleep." Yun Zhan finished packing the medicine box and said lightly.

"Oh..."Yunchen snorted, turned around, practiced martial arts, cried while practicing, and never gave up.

Yunchen spent two years practicing the first weight of footwork, and he was already familiar with the original set of boxing techniques.

The private school was only a kilometer away from the blacksmith shop, and Yunchen fell 6 times.

"Yes, one less than yesterday." Yunchen patted the dirt on his body and removed the stones from his legs.

"Uncle Tie!" Cloud dust beckoned.

Today, the blacksmith was obviously in a very good mood, snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, and took the initiative to greet Yunchen.

"Yun family boy, hurry up..."The blacksmith grabbed Yunchen with one hand and smacked his lips, "If you want me to say, don't practice this footwork, make yourself like this every day..."

Get used to it.

But today, Yunchen obviously had something on his mind, he smiled bitterly and asked, "Uncle Tie, I heard that people in the world can't practice martial arts nine times out of ten, is it true?" He stared at the short old man, his brow full of nervousness.

"That's true..."

Yunchen's heart sank.

"What, what did the poor scholar say?" Tie Tianqiong tilted his head, as if smiling.

Yunchen didn't answer, just silently fiddling with his fist technique. After a while, he turned his head, "Uncle Tie, it's been a year since I've been in the shape of the artistic conception... I've been cultivating according to your and my father's method of spitting, but I haven't seen any progress in my cultivation, isn't it..."

Tie Tianqiong laughed, "Boy, do you know if you can practice martial arts, what are you looking at?" ”

Yunchen shook his head suspiciously.

"Meridians. People have eight veins, and normal people may not have any veins, or only one or two veins. If you want to practice martial arts, you must at least pass through the five veins, and only in this way can the qi in the body form a large circulation around the body, that is, a Zhou Tian..."

"Uncle Tie, then I..."

Tie Tianqiong stopped, and at this moment, his face was full of seriousness.

"Uncle Tie, say it quickly!"

"Ugh..."

Yunchen's heart sank to the bottom.

"Eight veins are all connected, and the sky is a genius."

Yunchen stumbled and almost fell to the ground. His eyes widened in disbelief. After a while, Yunchen digested this information, he looked left and right at his body, and still didn't come back to his senses.

"Then if you say that, then why I..."

The blacksmith sighed, "That's the problem, the qi of the heavens and the earth entered the body without any reaction..."He patted Yunchen's head and comforted, "Don't worry, your father has been thinking of a way, I believe it will be soon..."

"In other words, I can practice martial arts?" Yunchen interrupted the blacksmith's words, looking hopeful.

"Yes, in fact, how high a person's martial arts achievements are, talent is of course quite important, but more important is to see whether the martial artist has a heart for martial arts, and whether the heart of martial arts is clear."

"The heart of Xiang Wu?"

"Well, he reflects a person's thirst for martial arts, as well as whether the original intention of practicing martial arts is pure, and the definition of martial arts in his heart... ruthless or affectionate, can you not be ashamed of one defeat, not ashamed of another defeat, three defeats; Can you find the word 'worthy of', can you endure the addition of ten thousand blades without changing your complexion..."Tie Tianqiong paused, "Of course, everyone is different, these are just my understanding. ”

Yunchen nodded thoughtfully, "Is there anything like me..."

The blacksmith gave him a blank look, "Your situation can be described as a once-in-a-lifetime encounter, but..." The blacksmith laughed, "The recognized first general of Southern Qi is Dongfang Poxuan, it is said that twenty years of hardship and shape and meaning, have never been able to achieve his will, and then he became enlightened, broke through the thunder tribulation, and became one of the top masters of Southern Qi..." Alas, don't mention the past. The voice was extremely soft, "Speaking of that brave boy, Xiang Wu's heart is also indestructible..."

"Boom—" A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky with a thunderclap.

"Uncle Tie, it's going to rain, let's go inside."

Tie Tianqiong's eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a hint of foreboding in his heart.

Private.

Chen Lian, who was burning incense and reading, heard the thunder and frowned. He took out the burned incense, lit three more, bowed respectfully to the portrait, inserted the incense into the furnace, and then paced out of the house, looking at the already gloomy sky.

"Yun Zhan, don't let anything happen to you..."

North of the village.

Yonghuan half-knelt on the ground, holding a spear tightly in one hand, the head of which sank to the ground. Yonghuan lowered his head, gasping for air, his hands shaking uncontrollably, sweat dripping down his hair to the ground, seeping into the yellow-brown dirt beneath his feet. The old servant stood not far from the opposite side with a complicated expression. The ancient trees in the back mountain are still silent, and the trail is secluded, and I don't know where it leads. I don't hear the birds, I don't see the insects, and unlike the rest of the village, it is particularly gloomy.

"Come again!" Yonghuan pressed his head against the body of the gun, his hands were bruised, and he pulled himself up inch by inch.

"Young master, why don't you rest..."The old servant's face couldn't bear it.

"Come again!" Yonghuan grabbed up, pulled out the gun, spun a spear, shouted, and rushed towards Uncle Yang again.

"Chill!"

Uncle Yang looked at the tip of the gun that was getting closer and closer, and his expression was in a trance, young master, it really looks like the person when he was young... The old servant paused, and brushed off the tip of his gun.

"Thunder!" Yonghuan's face was as usual, taking advantage of the situation to pestle the ground with the tail of the gun, his body was in the air, and the body of the gun was turned in the air, the tip of the gun was like a mang, fast as thunder, and he stabbed the door directly.

The old servant showed a hint of appreciation, but he only stomped his foot and smashed it out with a light punch, and the thunderous momentum carried by the spear was shattered.

The fist collided with the tip of the gun, and the dust flew. Yong Huan only felt that a force was pressing down like a waterfall, the tip of the gun was knocked away, and Yong Huan retreated dozens of steps.

The old servant was unforgiving, and he bullied himself, but he still just punched out.

"Moon!" Yonghuan gritted his teeth, and the body of the gun swirled, like a full moon in the sky.

At this time, the strength of the fist has arrived, and the body of the gun trembles slightly. Yonghuan's face turned pale, his body trembled, the spear flew out of his hand, collided with the earth, and made a golden roar, and Yonghuan also fell heavily to the ground.

Uncle Yang didn't get up with the young master, but stood with his hands in his hands, "The young master's marksmanship has a trace of charm from your Uncle Wang... It's a pity that the last two shots are going to be lost to the world......"

Yonghuan was lying on the ground, and he burst into tears at some point, muttering to himself: "I can't let Uncle Wang down, I can't let Uncle Wang down......"