"You kid is really lazy, have you spent so many hours cleaning the aisle corridor, and you are lazy in this grinding machine! If it weren't for the sharp eyes of the steward, you would be fooled around, and the white-collar workers would have eaten a day!"

A handyman in his fifties, with a big belly and a green scarf, dressed as a pale head, scolded Han Cheng arrogantly, and the stars flew in his mouth, almost spraying it on his face.

Han Cheng was afraid of arousing the suspicion of the steward, so he was whipped alive, endured the pain, and did not argue.

"The villain knows that he is wrong, and the villain will no longer dare. ”

He immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake, and the movements in his hands became faster and faster, and the broom made a swishing sound on the bluestone slab.

Seeing that Han Cheng didn't dare to challenge his authority, Steward Liu snorted proudly, and his face looked a little good.

"If there is a next time, roll up the cover and roll down the mountain! The world under the mountain is so chaotic, there is food and drink on this fairy mountain, and I am afraid that I will not be able to recruit a subordinate to summon me?"

"Yes, yes, the villain understands, thank you for your kindness. Han Cheng replied bitterly.

"It's good that you understand. Steward Liu nodded with satisfaction, and said: "There is an urgent shortage of firewood in the canteen, you have great strength, hurry up and go to the back mountain to chop some firewood for emergency, let's delay it for a while, and don't rush at this time." ”

"Okay, the villain will go to the dining hall to get the wood axe. ”

Han Cheng turned his head and casually glanced at the drunken Daoists and those Emei disciples in the courtyard, held back his reluctance, put the broom aside, and wanted to follow Steward Liu towards the dining hall.

This scene was seen by the sharp-eyed Steward Liu, and he couldn't help but sneer, and said: "The dragon gives birth to nine sons, and the immortals are different, so don't do any spring and autumn dreams if you are born cheap." This steward has served the immortal masters on this mountain for more than 40 years, and he has seen a lot of the world, and if he doesn't want to be executed and fed to the dogs, don't do anything crooked, don't blame the steward for not reminding you when the time comes!"

"The villain doesn't dare!"

When Han Cheng heard this, he hid his inner thoughts deeply, and after kowtowing in fear, he hurriedly got up and followed behind Steward Liu.

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In the middle of the night, after Han Cheng finished his work, he quietly hid in a hidden place in the back mountain of Emei, and after being beaten lightly by Steward Liu during the day, Han Cheng became more cautious, and the place for practicing was also carefully selected when cutting firewood before, and the site was surrounded by irrigation and trees, plus the cover of the night, so as not to worry about being discovered.

It's also a shame that these peaks are inhabited by miscellaneous servants from the outer gates, and there is no Emei's cultivation master to open a cave here, otherwise even if it is hidden secretly, I am afraid that it will be detected by them. For those Emei monks who had the ability to transcend the mundane, Han Cheng did not dare to have the slightest contempt.

The mountain wind was cold, and Han Cheng's thin body was simply wrapped in a coarse cloth shirt, and after a day's rough work, his face showed a look of exhaustion.

Over the years, through eavesdropping, figuring out, and secretly practicing hard in private, Han Cheng has understood the mysteries contained in the five fowl practice boxing moves.

"Heavenly life is cheap? Hehe! The prince will have a kind of Xiangning! One day, I will be successful in cultivation and make a blockbuster!"

Under the night wind, Han Cheng's steps were steady, and his fists opened and closed.

Every move and style of the Five Fowl Refining Fist was practiced extremely seriously, and a pair of bright eyes were full of perseverance.

After more than an hour, the body, the forehead was already covered with sweat, the clothes on the body were also wet, after a highly strenuous exercise, the muscles of the whole body began to ache and numb, the feeling of fatigue gradually hit, the feeling of approaching the limit, making people dizzy, and the consciousness was also lost a little bit.

Even so, Han Cheng was still gritting his teeth and persevering, every time he used to come to this time, a sense of qi would be born in his body out of thin air, but unfortunately, with the end of the fist, the sense of qi would soon disappear.

Gradually, with the increase in the number of boxing exercises, the movements became more and more standard and proficient, and the sense of qi began to remain in the body, hidden in the limbs and hundreds of remains, every time the sense of qi increased by one point, he would immediately feel that the strength also increased by one point, and between one breath and one breath, there was a great burst of power.

Today, when the practice of boxing entered the limit again, Han Cheng suddenly felt a burst of heat in his abdomen, and the qi sensations that were originally scattered in the limbs seemed to have a tendency to converge.

'Abundant Qi Sense, Forming True Qi!'

Han Cheng's mind suddenly thought of these eight words that he had overheard from the training ground of the Qingshi Courtyard.

Han Cheng did not stop, and continued to meticulously practice the Five Bird Boxing, at this time, the blood veins in the whole body were tense, the muscles were swollen, and as the sense of qi gathered more and more, a slender air flow like silk threads gradually formed in the dantian, warm, and seemed to contain some kind of extraordinary power, which was very mysterious.

When the airflow formed, the previous feeling of soreness and numbness and exhaustion was suddenly swept away, as if he had suddenly taken a shot of strength, Han Cheng felt that his whole body was full of strength, the muscles and muscles crackled, the strength of the waist and leg bones, back and shoulders, elbows and wrists were united, and the footwork became very agile, comparable to that of an ape.

When the air flow surged through his fists, a ray of essence light flashed, and Han Cheng casually punched the big tree next to him, and the big tree was hit and suddenly shook. Looking at the back of the hand, the membrane is intact, and there is no more damage and bleeding as before, the only thing that is a little unpleasant is that the airflow that has just formed in the body seems to be a little weaker all of a sudden, and there is a tendency to disperse, obviously the total amount is too small, and it is not stable.

"I'm afraid the strength of this punch is not eight hundred catties!"

According to different physiques, the strength of ordinary adults is probably between dozens of catties and three or four hundred catties, which is the upper limit of the strength of the human body. Further up, it is not easy to increase the strength of each catty, but through cultivation and cultivation of true qi, you can break through the limits of the human body and exert a power that surpasses ordinary people.

Feeling the surging strength of his whole body, Han Cheng was pleasantly surprised, it was in vain that he had risked his life to learn martial arts secretly and secretly practiced all these years!

After all the hardships, now it has finally achieved a small effect, and he is no longer an ordinary man who has no power to fight back against the monks.

According to the explanation of the disciples in the Qingshi Courtyard, he is now almost in the realm of the early stage of Qi training, although he can be called a third-rate master in the Jianghu martial arts, but for those who cultivate the Tao, he can only barely be regarded as embarking on the road of cultivation, and the long march of thousands of miles can be regarded as taking the first step.

"After several years of hard work, I finally cultivated my true qi, and with a little self-preservation, I can finally start my treasure collection plan. ”

It turned out that over the years, Han Cheng did not waste time in vain staying on Mount Emei, in addition to stealing exercises, he also planned to search for some ownerless treasures based on his previous life's understanding of the original work of "The Legend of the Swordsman of Shushan".