The warm sunlight shines through the window lattice and falls on the table, leaving dappled light and shadow. Zhao Ziming stretched out his hand, felt the heat of the sun, squinted his eyes comfortably, and his body was filled with a lazy atmosphere.

The annual leave is not over, there is no need to go to school, this month he is upstairs without leaving home, he does not read, and he is in a daze all day long, it is really the words of the third uncle Zhao Wuchang on the first day of the new year that gave him great stimulation.

At the end of the conversation, he asked, "Why don't you take me away, so that you can get rid of the woman." ”

Zhao Wuchang rolled up a sleeve, his whole arm was as black as ink, and the blood vessels on his arm were very protruding, like a small snake coiling, at first glance, it gave people a creepy feeling.

"That woman is thoughtful, she will not give you me a chance to get out of her control, although I promised to leave you alive, but at the same time I must also take her secret poison, this poison occurs once every three months, and if there is no antidote, the meridians of my body will slowly decay until I die. ”

Zhao Wuchang did not tell Zhao Ziming all the past grievances and grievances, but only said a rough idea, he was afraid that Zhao Ziming would not be able to accept it for a while.

Zhao Ziming did feel the chill to the bone, he is only twelve years old now, and he has been living in a small mountain village with simple folk customs, how have he ever seen such a vicious person, even if he has read some books, but after all, he is just a teenager.

And the woman who ruined the Zhao family and controlled the life and death of him and his third uncle, he also remembered it to the depths of his bones.

Her name is Long Liying, and she is his second aunt.

There are too many helplessness in the world, as Zhao Wuchang said, the only way at present is for Zhao Ziming to secretly leave his descendants, and then foster them elsewhere to keep the incense of the main line of the Zhao family.

Life and death can't control himself, he wants to resist but doesn't know how to resist, even if Zhao Ziming is unwilling, he can only admit that what the third uncle is planning is his best choice.

Zhao Ziming withdrew his hand, yawned twice, leaned on the back of the chair, and his head slowly drooped.

Just as he seemed to be asleep, he suddenly felt a misty red light in front of him, his eyes suddenly opened, and then slowly widened.

The red light emanated from his chest, and a trace of light scattered outward, obscuring the color of the sun, which was extraordinarily beautiful.

Zhao Ziming was stunned, then reached out and took out an object, which was the scroll that recorded the law of internal breath, and the red light was emitted from the scroll.

Zhao Ziming spread out the picture scroll and put it on the table, only to see that on the first portrait on the left side of the picture scroll, a thin golden line was slowly outlined.

The golden thread starts from the dantian, extends upwards, penetrates the right arm, folds back into the shoulder, and winds into the left arm, and then comes out, going down the left side of the body, as if it is going to the left leg.

Zhao Ziming blessed his heart, tried to urge the internal breath, and found that the usual uncontrollable internal breath became like an arm, and under the joy in his heart, he commanded the internal breath to run according to the route shown by the golden line on the picture scroll.

As soon as he saw a flower, Zhao Ziming seemed to "see" his body, but it was not very clear in the gray, and the dark red lines that were connected to each other were all over the body, dense and innumerable.

A tiny white point of light slowly passes through these dark red lines, which is very conspicuous.

After the gold thread on the scroll penetrates the limbs of the person in the painting, it returns to the dantian from the waist side from the right leg upwards.

It stands to reason that the pictures on the scroll are plane drawings, but Zhao Ziming's body is three-dimensional, and he doesn't know anything about the distribution of meridians and acupoints in the human body, so it is impossible for the internal breath to follow an accurate route.

But the picture scroll itself seems to carry some kind of mysterious power, directly imprinting the three-dimensional map of the running route into Zhao Ziming's mind, plus Zhao Ziming's internal breath rushed out of the dantian, so that he has the ability to see inside, he only needs to draw a scoop on the gourd, naturally it is not too difficult.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Ziming trembled, and the internal breath in his body finally ran out, and when he returned to the dantian, it was transformed into a wisp of internal force.

Zhao Ziming looked at the picture scroll on the table, like in a dream, this is the exercise?

After the joy, he was more nervous, he still remembered Zhao Wuchang's words clearly, once the second aunt Long Liying found out that he was cultivating, there would be absolutely no good results waiting for him.

Moreover, in another three years, when he is fifteen years old, he will return to his home with his third uncle, and he will inevitably have to deal with his second aunt.

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't come up with a solution in the end, so Zhao Ziming simply ignored the matter and left it to be resolved later.

He got up and looked left and right, shook his head, and then went downstairs, said hello to Sun Laohan who was lying on the Taishi chair basking in the sun, and ran out with a smoke.

Coming to an uninhabited open space with a few small trees, Zhao Ziming took a few deep breaths, clenched a fist, and smashed it into the small tree with a thick bowl in front of him.

Bang!

A muffled sound!

The little tree shook violently, and a few leaves fell.

Bang! Bang!

Zhao Ziming's eyes lit up, and he hit the tree one after another, as if he wanted to vent the depression in his heart.

The small tree shook violently, as if it might break at any time, and with a low tearing sound, a narrow crack opened in the trunk where Zhao Ziming dropped his fist, and the leaves fell straight down.

After more than ten punches, Zhao Ziming gasped and stopped, and at this point, the little internal strength he had cultivated had been exhausted.

However, looking at his fist, which was only a little red and swollen, and then looking at the little tree that had obviously been hurt a lot, Zhao Ziming was extremely excited, and felt that what he said in the book was true, and the power of internal force was really extraordinary.

He raised his eyes and looked around, and suddenly raised his head and roared, and the whistling spread far away, but fortunately this place was remote, and no one passed by, otherwise others would have thought he had gone mad.

After testing the power of internal force, Zhao Ziming instantly made up his mind that no matter whether he had to face his second aunt Long Liying or not, he would embark on the martial arts, even if it cost him his life.

Although the third uncle's method is a feasible strategy, it is not what he wants, at this moment, he has only one thought in his heart, a manly man, he should stand up to the sky and the earth in life, and he is fearless in death.

Besides, everything is not without a turnaround, as long as he has a strong internal force, which is enough to defeat Long Liying, the shackles on his head will naturally be lifted.

Zhao Ziming, who is new to martial arts, is full of confidence, but he doesn't know the difficulty of martial arts, far from what he can imagine.

After Zhao Ziming returned to the room, he immediately closed the door, took off his shoes and climbed into bed, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

Now that he has the exercises, the internal breath has also been transformed into internal force, and what he has to do now is naturally to use the exercises to penetrate the meridians in order to lay the foundation for the cultivation of internal force.

Human beings are the spirits of all things, born with a Taoist body, and contain the universe in it. Among the countless meridians of the human body, except for those main meridians that are naturally unobstructed, the vast majority of the remaining meridians are in a state of occlusion.

The so-called martial arts cultivation is to explore the untapped potential in the depths of the human body and transform it into internal force, so the meridians used in the cultivation of exercises are generally blocked veins, and the internal force is difficult to pass.

If you want to improve your martial arts cultivation, you need to constantly open up specific meridians in order to form a weekly operation of internal force.

To put it simply, martial arts cultivation is like opening up wasteland, the main meridians of the human body are the land that has been reclaimed, and the food produced on these lands is used to sustain survival, if you want to accumulate additional wealth and have strong internal force, you can only open up wasteland, that is, those blocked meridians.

The more the blocked meridians are opened, the larger the area of wasteland to be developed, the more harvests can be, and the stronger the internal force can be.

Like now, although Zhao Ziming already has a wisp of internal force, if he doesn't open up the blocked meridians and run the exercises to cultivate, he will always only have this wisp of internal force, and it is impossible to increase it in the slightest.

The meridian route that Zhao Ziming passed through when he breathed the internal force was the first layer of the nameless exercises he obtained from the picture scroll, and by opening up these meridians, he could obtain a layer of internal force.

Internal force is different from internal breath, which is similar to an invisible thing and can easily move around the whole body, while internal force is difficult to run the exercises of the first layer again, which is difficult to climb to the sky.

This point was deeply felt when Zhao Ziming manipulated the nascent internal force in the dantian to drill into the first occluded meridian.

Pain!

Pain deep into the bone marrow!

Sweat gushed out from the pores of his body in an instant, Zhao Ziming's eyes were wide open, his steel teeth were clenched, and he persevered...... Three breaths.

In just three breaths, he was defeated, and fell limply on the bed as if he had been stolen from all his bones, gasping for breath like a dying fish.

At this time, the meridians opened by the internal force are only an inch long, and it is estimated that they are not even one percent of the first layer.

Zhao Ziming struggled to sit up, and his hatred for his second aunt Long Liying was so great that he could not be overcome, because Zhao Wuchang vaguely mentioned to him that the reason why he was so weak and sick should be that Long Liying secretly did something, the purpose was to prevent him from practicing martial arts.

It was originally very difficult to pass the pulse for the first time, not to mention that with Zhao Ziming's weak physique, the difficulty would be doubled, plus he grew up, although he was in a mountain village, he really didn't suffer anything, and it was reasonable to open the meridians for the first time.

After resting for a while and regaining some strength, Zhao Ziming thought about it, but still dispelled the idea of passing through the pulse again, he had a hunch that if he did this, something very bad would happen, so it was better to be cautious.

Moreover, the experience just now was too terrible, he didn't know if he couldn't help but make any noise, and it would be bad if he was discovered by the old man.

Zhao Wuchang told him about this very early, Sun Laohan was the eyeliner that the woman left by his side, and if there was a little abnormality in his every move, the woman could know that she had nothing to hide before, and she didn't need to hide it, but now she can't expose the matter of practicing martial arts.

Thinking of this, the joy in Zhao Ziming's heart because of stepping on the martial arts road suddenly disappeared, how many people in the world have such an experience?