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Meng Shuai took a long breath, and his mood was a little complicated.

The night before, with excitement, he ate the essence of health that the World Tree had given him, and he felt that something was wrong.

Of course, it's not all unresponsive, when I first used the memory essence, a cool breath came out of the top of my head, and this time it was towards the abdominal cavity. A chill penetrated into his body and sat awkwardly on his stomach for a long time.

After half a day, he didn't feel anything.

I didn't feel that I had even a little more strength, nor did I feel that I jumped even an inch higher.

As for whether the foundation is strong, the body is strengthened, and the recovery force has gone up to a new level, he has no way to confirm it, and he can't slash himself, inferring from the speed of the injury, right?

Forget it, now he believes that he is enhanced, or that he is.

It is said that health first affects the function of the lungs, the lungs are the source of potential and vitality, the outer door kung fu from the outside to the inside, first practice the muscles and bones and then practice the blood marrow, to practice to the five internal organs, I am afraid to reach the realm of Shengfeng and even King Kong, both inside and outside, impeccable, become a first-class master on the rivers and lakes, it is possible. Meng Shuai used guò external forces to improve his su zhì in advance, which was already a blessing for the heavens.

At this time, Meng Shuai seemed to know what the straw mushroom was. It's just that at this time, it was almost dawn, and he replaced sleep with turtle breath gong and rested for a while.

On the second day, Shui Sigui really left, and he didn't say hello to Meng Shuai, so he quietly disappeared.

Meng Shuai practiced his fists and feet on his own in the courtyard. After a set of punches, I was taking a short rest, and I saw someone in the courtyard poking out half of his face, it was Bai Lixiao.

Meng Shuai's heart moved, and a question came to mind. Bai Lixiao seems to be also a master, and when Shui Si returns, he will be like a child. If there is no water to think of, he will be like a baby in his grip on Meng Shuai, let alone escaping, even if he restrains Meng Shuai from taking revenge, no one can stop him.

Presumably, when Shui Si returned, he should have placed a ban on him, so that he could not act rashly at will.

It's just that Bailixiao is an old Jianghu who has been famous for a long time after all, and he will never be restrained, and if he has the opportunity to go out, how can he not take advantage of it?

I don't know what trick he's going to use.

That Baili Xiao peeped for a moment, then left, and did not come out immediately. Meng Shuai pretended not to know and continued to practice boxing.

As the sun set, Meng Shuai finished his day's cultivation.

The cultivation of boxing is extremely hard work, otherwise there will be no 100-day gong, a thousand days of gong. Meng Shuai knew in his heart the cultivation of his boxing technique, and in seven days, it would never be possible to improve too much, he couldn't be in a hurry, he couldn't be aggressive, so he practiced slowly.

Lying on the bed, Meng Shuai was about to enter the turtle breath gong to rest, when he suddenly remembered something and sat up.

Holding the straw mushroom casually and crushing it casually, Meng Shuai muttered, "I said, what are you doing?"

A ray of light drilled into him.

Well?

Meng Shuai was stunned, the light did not bring him a familiar chill, but felt empty, more empty than the essence of his heart.

When he was stunned, an indescribable feeling flew up.

This feeling can't be described in words, Meng Shuai felt that his brain was empty all of a sudden, and all his thoughts and distracting thoughts were excluded from his brain.

At this moment, he even felt that time had stood still.

Breathing, heartbeat, all stopped, and the sounds of the outside world were all drowned out in silence.

He was the only one who left the world alone and was independent.

He is the world.

He is God.

It was a mysterious feeling, Meng Shuai enjoyed his own tranquility, and he had a feeling that at this time, he could do whatever he did.

So...... What to do?

Suddenly, sixty-four Bagua palm techniques flashed in his mind.

Then his hands and feet moved on their own.

It's strange that he doesn't consciously control the tricks at all, but he is punching one move at a time. This state is a veritable way to follow your feelings.

Whew-Whew-

The air was stirred by him, but there was no sound at all, and the fist moves flowed quietly, evolving forward with a rhythm that he had never had before.

Perfect rhythm.

On the one hand, Meng Shuai's mind was empty, and on the other hand, there was a consciousness that kept a calm observer, and he could feel that the rhythm, technique, and power of his moves were all things he had never felt. This is not a 100-day gong-level boxing move, nor is it a thousand-day gong or a ten-year gong.

It's all work!

That kind of legendary perfect interpretation is the highest level of a set of martial arts. 100 days, 1000 days, and 10 years are all based on the axis of time, and the realm that can be achieved through guò efforts. Even if someone takes several times, dozens of times the time, but it can be achieved in the end.

Only the whole skill, which symbolizes the perfection of a set of martial arts, is not only the perfection of the tricks, but also the perfection of understanding, to master every move, every change of the most subtle place, every trace of inspiration to grasp, the perfect fusion in just a few dozen moves.

It is a kind of realm, a realm that exists in the sky and rarely falls into the world.

And Meng Shuai is now experiencing this realm.

It's not watching, it's not listening, it's the real experience.

With every force of the punches, he felt the vibration of his muscles, and he felt every subtle change in the moves, and even in such an ethereal state, he understood the nature of these trick changes.

These perceptions were no longer imposed on him by the state, they were realized by himself, and even if this god-like state faded, he had already grasped the tail of the inner meaning of the trick.

Although it only caught a little bit, it was enough for his current Cheng dù.

Brush -

Time freezes at a certain point.

Meng Shuai's body maintained a posture and paused in the air.

That was Baguazhang's last move.

It just so happened that sixty-four moves had a round in the United States at this moment.

As if the tide was receding, the ethereal spirit shattered and faded.

Meng Shuai sat on the ground with his ass, he was too tired.

In the past, his body supported this eight sets of hexagram palms from beginning to end, but this time he felt that he was unprecedentedly empty, physically and mentally exhausted, and almost unwilling to move.

He himself felt that it was not so much the tiredness of boxing, but the state just now that had overdrawn his energy and drained his origin.

It seems that it will take a few hours of sleep and a few days of rest to make up for it, and even these days will inevitably be full of vegetables.

But even with such fatigue, Meng Shuai was still full of joy.

The deduction just now lit up a guiding light in front of his eyes.

He has vaguely grasped the essence of Baguazhang, and he will definitely be able to make great progress in the school examination after seven days.

That's not all, the ability of this future essence is really too useful, and the deduction of this state of full merit made him see a thorough path on the road of learning martial arts in the future.

The next day, Meng Shuai came to the martial arts training ground with great interest, and he couldn't wait to start practicing boxing.

Emptying the distracting thoughts in his mind, Meng Shuai took a deep breath, pulled away from the stance, and practiced sixty-four Baguazhang like flowing water.

As soon as he got started, he knew if there was one, and Meng Shuai felt that although the magical state had left, there was still a small shadow, and this shadow was the goal he was chasing.

Catching up with that little bit of insight, grabbing him, consolidating it completely, and kneading it into his own tricks, that's his goal.

Auditioning the tricks over and over again, Meng Shuai didn't seem to feel tired, supported by the fire of inspiration, and washed his boxing moves. I don't know when it began, the perception has snowballed bigger and bigger, and even out of the scope of last night's perception, giving birth to new inspiration. And the new inspiration prompted him to continue to chase tirelessly.

When a person pushes open a door, he can see new worlds.

Meng Shuai is just a beginner, from the Longevity Fist to the superior martial arts, he is already stumbling, and he can't even get a first glimpse of the doorway, but when there is a magical power to help him push open the door in front of him, the scenery inside leaks a little, and he immediately gains something.

His path has already begun to emerge.

"Whew-"

I don't know how long it took, when Yan Zhan's fatigue and slight dehydration counterattacked, Meng Shuai really felt the limit, he forced himself to finish the last move, slowly walked around the battlefield, and then sat on the ground. In addition to fatigue, I feel extra satisfied.

Under the sun, Meng Shuai lowered his head, and now the shadow was already pointing due north.

It's already noon.

He's been practicing for nearly three hours.

It's just over his limits.

Meng Shuai exhaled, practicing boxing has its own rhythm, and it is not a way to always overdraw, this morning is really an exception.

"I'm probably already 100 days old. ”

The definition of 100 days of work is to be familiar with the extreme, and the definition of 1000 days is that practice makes perfect. But Meng Shuai felt that he had already given birth to a lot of insights, not to mention skills. In terms of understanding, he was only afraid that he had passed the Thousand Days Gong, but the rustiness of his fists and feet stuck him in the boundary of the Hundred Days Gong.

There is a gap between theory and practice, which requires understanding of the understanding, and he is already very hot, but his body cannot keep up with the rhythm of his mind. This is, of course, a constraint of experience, but also a constraint of the body.

His bones are still so rotten.

According to what Meng Shuai got from Zhong Shaoxuan, his qualifications were so poor that with the same training, the enhancement of his physique was only a little more than half of that of others.

Although it has not been wasted to the point of going against the sky, it is at least worse than ordinary people, which makes Meng Shuai a little unbearable.

"It's nerve-wracking. It would be nice if the qualifications could be improved a little more. Meng Shuai suddenly longed for the World Tree to bring him a little essential improvement.

At least let him put in the same effort as ordinary people and get the same results.

On the one hand, he didn't want to rely on external forces, but on the other hand, he had to admit that that thing had the same allure as the devil.

In any case, there is no rush now, and the first wave of harvest essence will have to wait for at least a few months.

First practice the gossip palm that is hard to find the feeling, compared to ordinary people, he has already gained a lot, if he is weak in his own efforts, it is really a tyrannical thing, and he has failed his luck.

"Now...... Meng Shuai propped his chin, "let's go eat." ”