In the evening, after everyone came back and finished dinner, Fuchen practiced boxing alone in the backyard.

Xiaoqing was holding the book that Lao Huang brought over and watching it.

Because of the previous incident, Fuchen felt that his skills were indeed not as good as before, so after two years, Fuchen practiced those basic boxing techniques in the army before, and also prepared for the future assessment of Chaoshen Mountain.

The reason why Fuchen doesn't work in the restaurant anymore is that he wants to use this month to exercise himself, otherwise he just waits for the assessment to start while working.

When I stopped sweating profusely in the dust.

The old beggar and Xiaoqing sat together, and Xiaoqing's book was flipped through by the old beggar.

"Where did you get this book?"

The old beggar didn't lift his head to know that the dust had come.

"What happened to the boss of the restaurant before?"

Fuchen didn't know what the old beggar meant by this, so he replied truthfully.

"What the hell are you practicing, this book is not bad. ”

The more the old beggar looked at it, the smile on his face became heavier.

"What's the name of this book?"

Fuchen was not angry because the old beggar said that he didn't practice well, and paid more attention to the second half of the sentence, so he asked.

"I didn't practice!"

For the first time, the old beggar looked up at the dust, as if he were looking like a fool.

"I can't read!"

Fuchen reluctantly returned to the road.

"It's all pictures, can't you read if you can't read?"

The old beggar scolded with a smile.

Fuchen rubbed the back of his head with a wry smile.

"There are some things in this book that are not very good, and I will change them for you. ”

So saying, the old beggar took the book and left.

"Hey......"

Before Fuchen could finish speaking, the old beggar had already disappeared, and Fuchen had no choice but to do it.

But when I think about it, the old beggar can not only understand, but also change, this is a big skill, you have to make good use of it, don't ask for advice.

Thinking of this, the smile on Fuchen's face became even stronger.

And Xiaoqing rolled up her sleeves next to her, with an evil look.

Xiaoqing was about to leave when she was pulled by the floating dust.

"Xiaoqing, what are you doing here?"

Fuchen looked at Xiaoqing's appearance and asked.

"Find an old beggar to settle accounts, and rob us of our things, see if I don't pull out his beard......"

Xiaoqing struggled and shouted.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll send it in a few days. ”

"No way!"

The floating dust was on the side, and it took a long time to appease Xiaoqing.

Then he took Xiaoqing and the two of them to practice boxing in the moonlight.

Two days later, Fuchen still took Xiaoqing to practice boxing in the backyard.

The old beggar came to me with the book.

"Hey, Xiaoqing, why did you start practicing boxing, don't you just like to eat?",

The old beggar smiled and put his hands behind his back, and came up with his cigarette stick in his mouth.

"You're here. ”

Although Fuchen spoke to the old beggar, his eyes were all on the book behind his hand.

"I'm practicing boxing with Brother Fuchen, big bad guy!"

Although the floating dust stopped, Xiaoqing was still practicing.

"Who's the bad guy?"

The old beggar asked Xiaoqing suspiciously.

"You, who told you to steal my book!"

Xiaoqing turned around and grimaced at the old beggar.

"Isn't that Blackie's?"

The old beggar asked, puzzled.

"Brother Xiaohei's is mine!"

Xiaoqing stopped practicing boxing and said confidently, and then punched and kicked the old beggar, completely out of order.

The old beggar was really impatient after playing with Xiaoqing for a while, and had no choice but to hand the book to the festive face.

"Pay you back!

Xiaoqing took the book and walked to Fuchen's side, while the old beggar made a gesture and rubbed the place where he was beaten by Xiaoqing.

Fuchen excitedly took the book from Xiaoqing's hand.

When he opened it with joy, his face instantly darkened.

I saw that the book that had only a few pictures on a piece of paper became densely packed with words and pictures.

Fuchen turned several pages in a row, and even some characters were crossed, and looking at this dense question, I didn't know anyone, and I had a headache.

And Xiaoqing was next to him, and his face was also darkened.

"Who told you to make my calligraphy and painting like this, see that I don't kill you...... The old beggar has a kind of don't run......"

When Xiaoqing went up again to beat the old beggar, the old beggar ran for the yard this time.

In this way, one old and one young are chasing and fighting again.

After a while, the old beggar was tired of running, so he stood in front of the dust and stopped running.

"Xiao Hei, hurry up and help me persuade her to ......"

The old beggar said hunched over and panting.

"I teach you, I teach you...... Can't I teach you?"

The old beggar hurriedly said, and Xiaoqing had already caught up, and then jumped on the old beggar's back and hit the old beggar on the head.

"Really?"

Fuchen asked with a smile.

"Really! really!"

The old beggar hurriedly replied.

"Come down, Xiaoqing, the old beggar wants to teach us boxing." ”

Fuchen hugged Xiaoqing on the old beggar's back and hugged it down.

"You white-eyed wolf, you've been raising you for so many years. ”

The old beggar stood in the middle of the backyard after scolding, and suddenly a gust of wind blew around him.

"Turn to the first page, look at it, start the hand, and ...... with the qi royal shape"

As he spoke, the old beggar took a step and sat down in place, no different from the one in the book.

And the old beggar has also changed from the previous laziness to a high-ranking man.

In the next two quarters of an hour, the old beggar finally finished the actions on the book.

"Wow, I can't imagine that you are so powerful, old beggar!"

Xiao Qing's eyes widened, and she clapped her palms and said.

And the ups and downs were also shocked on the side.

"This set of boxing techniques was born from a set of knife techniques, and I will teach you another day when you learn it. ”

As he spoke, the old beggar walked to the steps in front of Fuchen and Xiaoqing and sat down.

"Let's go and practice. ”

The old beggar looked at the two who were not moving.

"Good!

When Fuchen heard the old beggar's words, he hurriedly pulled Xiaoqing to the middle of the courtyard to prepare for practice, but he didn't expect to forget the first action.

"What does that first move look like?"

Fuchen asked embarrassedly by touching the back of his head.

"It's stupid, follow me to practice. ”

As he spoke, the old beggar stood in front of Fuchen and Xiaoqing and practiced again.

This time it took about half an hour, almost twice as much as the last time, and the old beggar took Fuchen and Xiaoqing to finish the practice.

And after practicing for the first time, the floating dust is basically tired and can't move on the ground, and I can't imagine that the consumption is so large.

The old beggar really has nothing to do, and what surprised Fuchen Xiaoqing didn't seem to have a big problem, but he was sweating a little, and he didn't want to be so tired that he couldn't move, which made him unable to figure it out.

"Xiaoqing, aren't you tired?"

Fuchen asked as he gasped.

"I'm tired, I'm sweating so much, and everything I ate at night was in vain. ”

Xiaoqing's regretful answer made the floating dust like a lightning strike.

"It's because you're so poor......"

At the critical moment, the old beggar made up for it.

Fuchen thought that after being a soldier for two years and suffering so much, he should be better than many people, but he didn't expect that even Xiaoqing was inferior.

"You're planning to take part in the assessment of the Ranshen Mountain, right?"

The old beggar asked suddenly.

"How do you know. ”

Fuchen asked in surprise.

"It's not surprising that people of age want to participate. ”

The old beggar said.

"But it's important to me. ”

Fuchen remembered the reason why he came to Dongning City, and said with some sadness.

"Huh?"

The old beggar looked at Fuchen curiously, and seemed to be a little strange how important it was to him.

So, in the following time, Fuchen told the old beggar and Xiaoqing about his experience.

But this time, instead of tears, his eyes were sharper.

The old beggar just sighed and didn't say anything, and Xiaoqing was indeed suffering from the pear blossoms and rain beside Fuchen.

On the contrary, it was the floating dust that came over and comforted Xiaoqing all the time.

After Xiaoqing finished crying, the old beggar sighed and said.

"Your talent is so bad, it may be a bit hanging. ”

"I know. ”

Fuchen said this, his eyes a little lonely.

"But for the sake of eating your food for two years, I'll help you think of a way! ”

The old beggar laughed.

"Thank you!"

When Fuchen heard the old beggar's words, there was more hope in his heart.

"Who the hell are you, old beggar?"

Fuchen looked at the old beggar and asked, in fact, he didn't understand the people in this courtyard, and he didn't understand why Xiaoqing was among these people.

But the old beggar didn't answer the question of the floating dust and left.

The next day, the old beggar did not go out again, but continued to teach Fuchen that set of boxing techniques, there was no way, he had no strength to practice again after practicing last night.

When the old beggar continued to teach Fuchen today, it was still making slow progress.

So on the third day, he changed his thinking, taught the floating dust movements separately, and then let him practice by himself.

The old beggar, on the other hand, smoked a cigarette next to him, and only said a few words from time to time.

According to the old beggar, Fuchen is too talented and poor, and wastes his time.

On the fourth day, the old beggar disappeared directly, and Fuchen thought that his qualifications made him give up, so he worked harder all day.

At dinner in the evening, the old beggar poured the medicine from the medicine jar into a bowl with a gap and handed it to Fuchen.

This bowl should be the best bowl here, but the medicine jar is new, and it is not easy for a beggar to buy something.

"Drink the medicine and go to the backyard. ”

The floating dust blew the steaming medicine, and when it was almost cold, he pinched his nose and drank it with a frown.

When I came to the backyard, I saw the old beggar with his back to the floating dust, straightening up, looking like a tall man.

"To see whether a person is suitable for cultivation, there are no more than three conditions, the first is that all things have spirits, and a large part of cultivation is to see how much the person senses and absorbs the aura of heaven and earth. Second, the comprehension of the exercises, that is, the speed of learning. Third, the Terran Thirty-six Heavenly Pillars. Except for the third one, the better the rest of the results, the more promising. ”

The old beggar said with his back to the floating dust.

The first two said by the old beggar were similar to what the abbot said, only the third was a little different.

"The Thirty-six Heavenly Pillars are the inheritance of the human race, right?"

Fuchen asked.

"I didn't think you knew this!"

The old beggar looked back at Fuchen and said.

"The third depends on luck, let's work on the first and second. ”

"But I can't read, how can I understand?" said Fuchen disappointedly.

"I'll teach you a few exercises, and then I'll teach you a few words, and you'll go to Meng. The old beggar laughed.

"What about the aura?" Fuchen continued to ask.

"Most of the aura in heaven and earth is on rare treasures, I will go and pick some herbs for you when the time comes, which can temporarily increase your perception and absorption of aura. ”

"No wonder I feel so much better after drinking the medicine. ”

"As for whether they can be selected, it depends on how high they demand. The old beggar looked at the moon in the sky.

"Keep practicing boxing! This punch must be practiced every day, and you can't relax for a day. ”

The old beggar said solemnly, and sat down on the steps after speaking, leaving Fuchen alone to practice boxing under the moon.

On this night, Fuchen officially embarked on the most critical step towards the road of cultivation.