Rong Chengjin asked, "What happened later?"

"Many masters of the Central Plains martial arts chased all the way, and I heard that after entering Kunlun Mountain, they all lost the news, and their life and death are still uncertain! Once you die, you are not the only one who suffers. Who knows who those who died in vain are the sons of their elderly parents who have forgotten their homes, the husbands who miss in the boudoir, and the fathers who are waiting to be fed and rely on for survival!"

After hearing this, Rong Chengjin was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "I know, my father often said that those who practice martial arts have martial arts first. If I were this Living Buddha, I would definitely be able to be calm and never oppress others with martial arts, and in this way, there would be no such things as they would have happened. ”

Rong Zhiwu listened, looked at Rong Chengjin in a daze for a long time, and asked, "You don't regret it!"

Rong Chengjin: "A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase!"

Rong Zhiwu listened, angry and funny, nodded and said, "Okay, for my father, I want to see how backbone you are!" "Xing'er-"

"Old ...... Sir, you call me. A boy of the same age as Rong Chengjin wearing a green coat with red lips and white teeth ran to the door and stood still, and said.

"Go to the stove room and get five bowls, bring half a bucket of water, and prepare it for your young master!" Rong Zhiwu commanded.

Hearing this, Ah Xing glanced at Rong Chengjin, and replied timidly: "Yes!"

After saying that, he turned around and went. After a while, he came with five large porcelain bowls in his left hand and a wooden barrel in his right hand.

Rong Zhiwu said to Rong Chengjin: "The foundation of martial arts training is the foundation. I don't embarrass you, if you want to practice martial arts, first go outside and stand a pillar of incense on the horse, stand down, your father will promise to teach you martial arts, if you can't stand down, you will honestly follow Mr. to read and write!"

Rong Chengjin listened, didn't say a word, walked straight to the court, bent his knees and controlled his back, stretched his hands forward, learned to see the posture of his own dart master practicing, and squatted down.

Rong Zhiwu lit a pillar of incense in the incense burner, put his hands behind his back, slowly paced to Rong Chengjin, suddenly reached out and forked under Rong Chengjin's arm, and said: "Stretch your arms straight, stand firm with your legs, pull your back with your chest, don't stand tall, your back should be straight." As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and feet to play with Rong Chengjin's posture of standing on the horse. nodded, and said to Ah Xing: "Xing'er, put the bowl for your young master, hold one in each hand, put one on each knee, and one on your head, and then pour water into it." ”

"Yes!" Although Ah Xing was full of concern, he glanced at Rong Chengjin with doubts and concerns, and saw that he had a resolute face, so he had to agree and do as he was told.

Rong Zhiwu said: "Stand on the pile for three years at the beginning, practice martial arts without practice, and get to the old one." If you want to learn martial arts, you must first endure this hardship. In this pillar of incense, if you can't hold on, and the water in the bowl is spilled and falls, from now on, you don't want to practice martial arts lightly!"

When Rong Chengjin heard this, his expression became more and more solemn, and he didn't say a word, calmed down, gritted his teeth and insisted.

At the beginning, Rong Chengjin felt that his joints were a little stiff, and as time passed, gradually Rong Chengjin felt that his muscles were sore, and his body was cramping like pain, and the two bowls of water he was holding in his hands seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't help but tremble. The body is getting hotter and hotter, and the sweat in the body keeps secreting out as if it has been squeezed, and beads of sweat gather into streams and trickle down Rong Chengjin's cheeks.

In less than half a pillar of incense, sweat wet Rong Chengjin's chest and back. In the cold wind, a cloud of heat slowly rose and dissipated above Rong Chengjin's head, creating a unique scenery.

Rong Zhiwu stood under the corridor, staring at Rong Chengjin, his thoughts were disturbed.

Ah Xing looked at Rong Chengjin uneasily, and then looked at Rong Zhiwu beside him, feeling uncertain. Suddenly, he ran into the house with both hands and took out a chair with his head upright, put it behind Rong Zhiwu, and said, "Sit, master!"

"Hmm!"

As soon as Rong Zhiwu was about to sit down, Ah Xing had turned around and returned to the house, touched a cup of tea for Rong Zhiwu, and said, "Master, you drink tea!"

Rong Zhiwu said "um", took it in his hand, lifted the tea lid, and took a sip. When he put it down, he saw Ah Xing next to him and naturally stretched out his hand to take it and walked towards the house.

Ah Xing gently placed the teacup on the table, looked at Rong Zhiwu out of sight, tiptoed close to the incense burner, puffed out his cheeks and kept blowing on the half-burned incense stick.

This move was really immediate, and after a while, the remaining half of the incense was silent, and half of it burned unconsciously.

Seeing that it was almost over, Ah Xing hurriedly moved back to the table, poured a cup of tea for Rong Zhiwu again, took it out, and handed it to Rong Zhiwu. Rong Zhiwu glanced at Ah Xing, nodded, closed his mouth and said "um", then took the teacup in his hand and said no more.

Ah Xing, who was only frightened, quietly wiped his sweat, stood beside Rong Zhiwu with his head down, and together with Rong Zhiwu, two pairs of eyes stared at Rong Chengjin together.

At this time, although Rong Chengjin was still in the middle of the court, he was already like a beggar in the cold wind, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and the water in the bowl was shaken, causing layers of ripples.

Ah Xing couldn't help but shout: "Come on, young master!

Rong Chengjin's spirit was shocked, his eyes flashed, and he regained the tenacity and vitality of life!

"Come on, young master, come on, young master......"

Rong Chengjin was already drenched in sweat, gritted his teeth and insisted!

Ah Xing and his party waved their flags and shouted at Rong Chengjin, and the group looked back frequently, and at the moment when the online incense burned out, they clapped their hands and cheered: "Oh! The incense is burned! The young master is victorious! The young master is victorious!"

Rong Chengjin listened to it, like a heavenly sound. In an instant, the strength of his body receded like a tide, and he only felt that the sky was spinning, and he couldn't help but fall backwards to the ground, and the five coarse porcelain bowls also fell to the ground one after another, with a crackling sound.

Rong Zhiwu saw that Rong Chengjin was able to grit his teeth and persist so far, and he couldn't help but be very relieved in his heart, nodded, and said in a loud voice: "Okay, from now on, you and my party will read and read with Mr., and I will teach you to practice martial arts." Every time you learn a book, I teach you a set of martial arts. ”

"Really...... Really?" Rong Chengjin asked as he propped his hands on the ground and gasped.

"A gentleman's word!" Rong Zhiwu said proudly.

"Thank you...... Thank you Dad!"

Rong Zhiwu nodded and ordered: "Xing'er, help your young master go back to the room to change his clothes and take a rest!"

The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night. Time passes day by day without realizing it.

In the blink of an eye, Rong Chengjin had unconsciously grown into a thirteen-year-old boy in the wind of Yushu, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

When he was six years old, Wu Fuyang's remaining memories of his past life had gradually been lost and turned into a pure Rong Chengjin.

Over the years, under the tutelage of Rong Zhiwu and his master, Rong Chengjin has already been familiar with the rolling melons of the four books and five classics such as "The Book of Songs", "Shangshu", "University", and "The Mean". As for martial arts, Rong Zhiwu personally taught it, and his fists and feet are solid, so there is no need to elaborate.

People say: "peers are enemies", this is not false at all. Because Rong Zhiwu is loyal and humble, diligent and conscientious, he keeps a dart game in good order, and the guests are full of guests and the business is thriving. It is inevitable that he will be jealous of his peers, and he will be secretly calculating all day long and gritting his teeth.