Every time it comes to the meal, the fish will climb the low wall between the two courtyards with a big bowl as usual, the two legs hang outside the wall and ride on it, there are only a few green vegetables on a big bowl of white rice, such a big child is greedy, it is indeed a little difficult for him to eat green vegetables at once, there are some salted meat sausages at home, these can only be taken out during the New Year's festival Rare objects can not be moved, and then such a life with rice to eat is still quite satisfying in the heart.

If you're really hungry, you can do that.....

This guy held the bowl in one hand, and the chopsticks were clipped in the direction of the old Zhangtou house, and then put it in his mouth, and then he took a few bites of rice ruthlessly, and his facial expression was enjoyable and enjoyable.

Why does it mean nothing else to pick this time, Lao Zhangtou has a strict family education, Miss Su eats at a fixed time every day, although the temple in front of her is broken, in the end, it is the General's Mansion, and naturally there is meat at every meal.

Even if you can't eat meat, you can satisfy your cravings by smelling it.

Yu Deshui ate a few bites of water, and muttered: "Braised pig's trotters, the spices are well chosen, just in the flavor of the skin is soft but not rotten, the craft is online today, but the salt is a little too much, I'm afraid this little old man will have to be cut again." ”

Sure enough, the sound of chopsticks slapping on the table sounded in the courtyard under the wall, followed by Miss Su's roar that was enough to shake down the ashes of the wall: "Do you want to salt Miss Ben, don't you need money to put so much salt?"

As the night wore on, the lights in the house lit up.

The reflection on the window is such a slightly rickety figure, shivering like a cicada, holding this book in his hand to quickly record two spoonfuls of braised pig's trotters salt on a certain day, and remember to reduce half a spoonful on this basis next time, this book is as thick as hundreds of pages, all of which are the recipes and precautions prepared by Lao Zhangtou for Miss Su, not to mention that it is not the same for a week, even if it is not the same for a month.

The meat of the neighbor's house is very sultry, the fish enjoy the good smell in the air, and eat slowly, he glanced at Jing Ming, who was frantically practicing the six styles of Qingshan Qishou in the courtyard, swallowed the food in his mouth fiercely, and scolded in a low voice: "Crazy." ”

Jing Ming has been practicing since he got the Qingshan Six Styles, and he has never stopped halfway.

Although Wufu is a subordinate grade in martial arts, the entry conditions are not low at all.

The first priority is to master the 'intent,' those who practice the knife must master the sword intent, those who practice the gun must master the gun intent, Jing Ming naturally has to master the sword intent, and on this basis, there is another layer of meaning, that is, the physique.

Martial intent is a very test of the physique, without a good body, even if you are lucky enough to realize the 'intention' at the moment of arrival, the body will not be able to bear it, and then collapse.

Since childhood, it has been determined that teenagers who have no talent in martial arts will choose this martial arts path that is difficult to achieve and quite chicken.

Under normal circumstances, it takes three years of non-stop exercise to have the physique to bear the 'will'.

Xiao Yu'er has the Changyu order given to him by Jing Ming, and he can enter and leave the 'Moon Shadow Building' at will,' he has read many books, and knows that martial arts need to be accumulated without stopping, this is a step-by-step process, remember not to rush, Jing Ming is so hard to cultivate martial arts, I am afraid that he has not yet practiced martial arts, but he will be tired first.

Jing Ming, as the only son of a general, is a typical son-in-law.

In the past few years, it is because the general has gradually lost power that he will be driven to such a broken place, and now the general has broken the capital of Daliang, and he will return to the dynasty in triumph in a few days, and he will inevitably regain the favor of His Majesty.

Holding a bowl and looking at the night sky full of stars, should I work harder, after all, Jing Ming, who has such superior conditions, is still working so hard, how can he be lazy as a bottom.

Qingshan six styles are not complicated, they are sand up, punching, swimming fish, flying, first-line, folding peak six styles, mainly used for kendo entry to boil the body for the purpose, Qingshan is also the only one in the major sects that cares about martial arts physique forging, which is also the main reason why Jing Ming chose this cheats to start.

The six styles have basically mastered the essence after only one walk in Jing Ming's hands, and after a few hours of study, it can be said that they have completely mastered the six styles, and the operation is getting faster and faster, and it originally took a quarter of an hour to walk through the six styles, but now it can be completed in half an hour.

The night sky is pure and impermanent, a bright moon hangs in the sky, the moon shadow is reflected in the well, there is an insect ant on the slippery well wall that does not climb and falls into the water, the calm and waveless water surface spreads out a circle of ripples, the moon in the well follows the layers of wrinkles, and the wellhead floats up a layer of mist.

The Qingshan Six Styles became more and more divine in Jing Ming's hands, and even if the Qingshan disciples used this sword technique, they might not be at his level.

The young man's eyes were closed, he had a trick in his heart, and the sword came out at will, and he had entered the realm of selflessness.

The young man's consciousness only felt a darkness, I don't know when it began to appear to wipe its subtle light, with the continuous use of swordsmanship, this light is getting stronger and stronger, the young man on the road of martial arts seems helpless, but not blind, these days have consulted no less than twenty books on martial arts.

I was very happy in my heart, knowing that that light was sword intent.

The light became brighter and brighter, and there was a layer of fierceness on his face, this layer of fierceness became heavier and heavier, and the young man's mind suddenly banged, and his whole body seemed to fly up to the clouds, and then fell to the ground from the nine heavenly clouds.

The sound of the "bell" The long sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound, the young man's face was red, and a hot surging in his throat kept rising, and blood spurted out, scattering in the air to become a Dao blood mist.

was counting the fish that was eating a big mouthful of rice with this green vegetable, when he suddenly saw Jing Ming stumbling and almost falling, and exclaimed, "Childe, are you empty?"

The old man Zhang, who was in a rickety posture and grinding to do things, came out of the house like a rabbit at this moment, and came to the young man's side in a few flashes, and quickly clicked on several big holes on his body, which suppressed the surging blood in the young man's body.

Jing Ming's originally red face turned pale, and he looked stunned and didn't know what was going on, until Lao Zhangtou snorted.

Martial arts entry requires not only a high level of understanding, but also the kung fu of water milling to forge the body.

To a certain extent, a good physique is more important than martial intent, for example, now Jing Ming's fate, the empty realization of martial intent is indeed the body can not parry, and it is directly crushed, if it is not for the quick reaction of Lao Zhangtou, a martial artist who has been trained on the battlefield, to calm down the surging blood and qi inside the body in time, it is likely to end up with a broken meridian and half of the body.

Old man Zhang and Miss Su are the old servants of the general who stayed in the capital to take care of Jing Ming, the son's practice went wrong, the general didn't have their good fruit to eat when he returned home, Miss Su didn't dare to slack off, after coming out, he saw the old Zhang Tou with a sneering look on his face, and said coldly: "What kind of hair is it, why don't you help it into the house quickly, the general will come back to see the miserable appearance of the son, see if I don't peel your skin?"

Speaking of the general, Lao Zhangtou was not very afraid, Miss Su roared like a lion in Hedong, trembling with fright, and hurriedly helped the young man into the house.

The fish riding on the wall rowed down the root of the wall, tiptoeing on his body like a thief, shaking his head on his face and muttering in his mouth: "It's not as good as I expected, how can the road of martial arts be so easy to walk, how can it be a few hours of forging to succeed in training, you are still the son of a general, you have such a good identity will not be used, I don't know how to collect some heavenly treasures to assist in body refining? ”

This courtyard is a triple courtyard, the one on the right is Jing Ming's living room, the one on the left is the room of Old Man Zhang and Miss Su, the middle one is the living room and dining room, and the kitchen is arranged in the inner room.

After the fish slipped down the wall, he did not go to visit Jing Ming's house, but entered the restaurant, he took off his coat and rolled up the stew pot containing braised pig's trotters, and slipped away silently with a small compact step, but unfortunately when he was about to go out of the door, Mr. Changjing, who looked elegant and had a slightly red face and a sense of wine, happened to walk in.

The young man held the pot, hooked his body, and was stunned for a few seconds when he saw such a righteous figure.

The gentleman was in a good mood, and when he saw such a hooked boy, he immediately knew what he was doing.

Thief....

... Meat thieves!

The young man quickly came to his senses, immediately straightened up, and glared at Mr. Changjing, as if to say: "What do you see, steal your meat," with the young man's righteous estimation, he probably said this: "What do you see, this is the meat I bought today, because there happens to be no carbon at home, let his house stew, what do you want to do with such big eyes, do you want to eat? Lao Tzu did not agree." ”

In this way, the fish climbed up the low wall under the gaze of Mr. Longjing, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Mr. Changjing had heard Jing Ming mention this young man, and wanted him to be admitted to the academy exceptionally, but he was rejected because of his age and the standard of recruiting students.

"Ming'er, the teacher is here," Mr. Changjing greeted outside, and walked into the boy's room.

After Mr. Changjing separated from Jing Ming during the day, he went directly into the palace to ask for the treasure medicine for the young man's 'Siyi Blood,' Ben was still a little worried that the emperor would not give it, but he never thought that after the Tianji Palace, before he could speak, the emperor himself asked about Jing Ming's situation, and he immediately said 1510, when he said that he might be able to control it with medicine, the emperor gave it himself' Siyi blood, 'Ben had already left the palace at this time, and when he was about to leave, there was good news that the general's army had broken the capital of Daliang Kangyan, and the emperor arranged a banquet happily, and Mr. Changjing, who was in a good mood, drank a few glasses without a small drink.

After entering the house, Mr. Changjing was stunned when he saw the young man leaning on the back of the bed, this young man's breath was weak like a dying person, and he immediately launched martial arts to investigate, when he saw that the young man's Yutang acupoint was completely cracked, and his original ruddy complexion turned gray in an instant, after seeing the scarred muscles and veins of the young man who was cut by Wuyi, his wrinkled face was as gray and dull as if he was ten years old in an instant, and scolded: " Confused, you are eighteen years old, isn't it self-cutting off your future when you take this lower road, it was originally just a small opening, even if you can't mend it, don't other martial arts masters have no idea, the teacher has already asked for 'Siyi Blood' from His Majesty, although it can't completely make up for the scars of the Yutang acupoint, but at least it can ensure that you are safe in martial arts. ”

Mr. Changjing looked at the roof, there were tears in his eyes, and the bottom of the black hole on the roof was even darker.

"Do you know how rare the opportunity is this year, after the general broke the Liang State, he will escort all the outstanding Qingjiao disciples of a country to Fengtian City, Qin Tianjian has said that our country's luck will be prosperous, those sects that originally looked down on our country have directly stated that they will participate in this Qingjiao grand meeting to select people, as long as you perform well, with the relationship between the generals, why can't you worship a good sect, with the superb means of the first-class sect, why can't you eliminate this scar, why do you want to take this road of making a decision?"

Jing Ming is the best student taught by Mr. Changjing in his life, ten years of study vividly, seeing his disciples worship in a first-class sect can be said to be the biggest dream of his teaching life, I don't think that this guy will enter the lower grade martial arts, this life is all yellow, see the hard work ruined here, how can you not feel distressed.

Jing Ming was speechless when he half leaned on the bed, there was not much regret in his eyes, he was still thinking more about how to strengthen his body and continue to walk the path of martial arts.

Mr. Changjing took out a small porcelain bottle delicately carved with the Nine Dragons pattern from his bosom and placed it on the table, and said, "This is the blood of the Four Instruments, which is of great use to martial arts cultivators...... , hello for yourself. ”

Originally, I wanted to reprimand a few words, but it was too late to say anything at this time, so I could only sigh, and when I turned around and was about to leave, I paused again and said, "The general will enter the city in three days." ”

After saying that, I didn't want to stay for a long time, so I left quickly, and when I was about to go out, the gentleman who was in a trance, almost tripped over the threshold.