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The shadow of the tree swayed, and I saw a boy of eight or nine years old shaking his head, starry eyes and thick eyebrows, and his facial features were straight, but his ears were slightly larger, as if he was beckoning the wind, and his expression was slightly melancholy sitting cross-legged on a big stone under the shade of the tree on the mountainside.

"Qiu is poor, Qiu is poor, begging and begging is still poor, it's just drunk. What a broken name, I really don't know what Daddy thought at the beginning, hey!"

Apparently he had a deep grudge against the name.

"Little rabbit cub, I racked my brains for my father at that time, and I worked hard to come up with such a creative name, and you are not satisfied? You don't look at the names that your grandfather gave me and your uncle and your aunt at that time, Qianren, Qianzhang, Qianqi, each shorter than the other, doesn't this mean that we are not as good as one crab, we are simply illiterate, and ...... besides?"

"Sure enough, it's short. Qiu Qiang glanced back at the father who appeared behind him at some point, pursed his lips, and muttered in a low voice.

"What are you talking about?!Don't think I didn't hear it, I raised you with a handful of shit and urine for my father for so many years, am I easy, you actually dislike the height of your father?!What is the use of height, being cheeky and black-hearted is the king...... "That's right, this thing standing behind the child is a model worker in the shameless world, a star in the pretending world, and the twin brother of the iron palm gang leader Qiu Qianren, Qiu Qianzhang.

The child listened to Qiu Qianzhang Balabala speechlessly, and was no longer able to complain, so he had to sacrifice a killer idea, "Speaking of which, Dad, what is Mom's name, what does she look like, how did she fall in love with you back then?"

"Ahem... Today's moonlight is so bright, the sun is very dazzling, for my father decided to go back and practice two more hours of peerless internal skills!" After speaking, I saw Qiu Qianzhang turn around and trot, and quickly disappeared into the grove, "Remember to come back at noon to cook for me!" Qiu Qianren's shout came from afar.

The boy, also known as Qiu Poor, yawned helplessly, speechless. I used to look at the starting point, people all kinds of crossings, at least there is a system, there is no system, there is something to be divorced, grandpa, ring, no matter how bad it is, it is a qualification against the sky, and what I don't forget is pediatrics. When I came to myself, I practiced martial arts, found that I was a scumbag, read cheats, found that I forgot when I saw it, tried to recall and recall all kinds of cattle fork skills, and finally only remembered how to purify alcohol and the like, pit daddy, do you want the people in the rivers and lakes to call it 'Uncle Niang (winemaking)'? It is better to call it a wine barrel, Gulagas, at least it sounds a little more domineering.

"Hey!" Thinking of this, Qiu Qian sighed again.

Speaking of which, Qiu Poor is eight years old this year, and he can be regarded as an 'old acquaintance' in this world, and he has been familiar with everything that should be familiar in the past eight years, and he has also gotten used to it. This is indeed the world of Mr. Jin Yong's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", the Jin Song Dynasty and the clam competed, the Mengyuan gradually gained profit and rose, the Great Song Dynasty was declining, but it was powerless to return to the sky, all kinds of heroes flew all over the sky, and the chivalry was forbidden by martial arts. And then there is no more...... In this world, human life is as cheap as grass, and there are wars every day, although there are not corpses all over the field, but it is not too peaceful. But this doesn't have much to do with Qiu Poor, Qiu Poor is now eating and drinking with his father in the Iron Palm Gang, and he is covered by his uncle, so he doesn't have to worry about food and clothing. In fact, Qiu Poor's qualifications are not impossible, and people are still a little smart, or they would not have been admitted to BJ University in their previous lives, although they just got to the passing line, and then they were transferred to the Department of Mathematics in obedience to the assignment, but they were also a BJ college graduate.

Thinking of this, Qiu Qiang couldn't help but feel a little complacent, and slowly chanted again,

"Sister, you are only eight buckets, brother, I am rich in five cars. Sister, you know all the words in the world, brother, I have read all the books in the world. ”

Indeed, this product is about to rot the poor book cheats of the Iron Palm Gang, and I haven't found any high-end martial arts, as for the Iron Palm Skill, it takes seven or eight years to practice the doorway, let alone seven or eight years, in Qiu Qiang's opinion, it is better to find the Nine Yin and Nine Yang, the Northern Spiritual Skill, the same time, the effect of doubling. Obviously, this guy's self-pitying qualifications are not a problem at all, just one word, lazy. With Qiu Poor's qualifications, if he practices martial arts well, follows Uncle Lian Tie Zhanggong, and when he becomes an adult, how can he be a first-class master, but it's a pity that he obviously doesn't cherish such conditions, and he doesn't study the problem of what alcohol he studies every day, or fantasizes about whether the system that comes with it has not been activated yet, or he is bored and solves a few math problems by himself.

"I'm not Huang Rong, I don't know martial arts~!" Qiu Qiang got up slowly, humming a song while walking leisurely down the mountain. Cooking is Qiu Qiao's daily compulsory course, he really can't get used to eating the food of this era, so he cooks by himself, and the only thing he can do in the past eight years is this cooking skill.

"Ah Qian, what's wrong with your wooden cattle and horses?" Qiu Qianren raised his head and asked Qiu Qianqian who was passing by while inserting his hands in a pot of hot iron sand alternately. Originally, Qiu Poor's nickname should have been poor, but this name was really unbearable for Qiu Poor, so now his family will call him A Poor.

In the past few years, Qiu Qian has relied on his mathematical foundation and high school physics and chemistry knowledge, but he has made a lot of strange things, such as installing a gear mechanical group to make the door of the sect open and close more labor-saving, and studying a crossbow arrow that can't be fired in a row or something, but it is really practical, that is, the material is not good and can not last, Qiu Qianren feels that although this nephew is not very fond of martial arts, after the third sister got married, no one chased him around the yard, but he also showed great intelligence, and some of the things that were drummed up can also be used to help garrison, so he occasionally asked a few words. Otherwise, just relying on Qiu Qianzhang's face, he would have been driven out after being here for so many years. Last time, Qiu Qian and Qiu Qianren said a few words, and recently they were studying wooden oxen and flowing horses that can walk automatically, no, they were remembered.

"Uncle, what the hell is the Muliu cow and horse, and you really believe that a pile of wood can walk on its own?"

"......" Qiu Qianren is also used to Qiu Qian's appearance of not being big or small, just look at his father, there must be a son, he glanced at him resentfully, turned his head and silently inserted iron sand.

"This uncle is okay with everything else, but he is not good at words, and he is two extremes with his father. Qiu Qiang shook his head and went to cook.

In fact, Qiu Poor doesn't like martial arts, but he is wronged, after all, Mr. Jin Yong's works in the previous life have influenced several generations, and now, Qiu Poor is fortunate to be reborn in this world of martial arts, not to mention becoming a generation of heroes, for the country and the people, at least fly the eaves and walk the wall, and the chivalrous and righteous must always experience it. What's more, Mr. Jin Yong's fourteen martial arts, Qiu Qiang's favorite is Condor Shooting, and the ninety-4 version of Condor Shooting can be said to be a must-have repertoire for him during the holidays when he was in school, and he never gets tired of watching it.

"Huang Rong, ah......" Qiu Qian muttered to himself, almost from the moment he opened his eyes in this world, he never forgot this name, I don't know if this girl is like Zhu Yin, eccentric, beautiful and unparalleled.

"Martial arts, martial arts, why are you so slow. "Since the thief and the slippery Qiu Poor, martial arts are really unusually tight," In case the plot starts, he is still a passerby, and he is knocked out by someone with a punch, it will really beep the dog." Qiu Qian couldn't help but think. It's just that he really can't look down on these broken and iron-like martial arts of the iron master. Qiu Qiang actually thought about it, and he was only good at mathematics, but Qiu Poor really couldn't find a way to use mathematical knowledge to improve his martial arts. "Mathematics is the foundation of all science, and with mathematics, nothing else matters!" Qiu Qi comforted himself.

In his previous life, Qiu Poor was obedient since he was a child, worked hard, studied hard, and the adults told him that he insisted on waiting for a few years to be admitted to college, and everything was easy, and he believed it, so he worked hard for more than ten years, and was finally admitted to BJ University, and then he was relaxed, and began to indulge, steal and play tricks, and get by. I didn't expect to wait for the completion of my studies, dumbfounded, high or low, I didn't learn anything in college, I didn't have any survival skills, I obviously didn't have any ability, and I was arrogant, "Brother is a graduate of Peking University!" No one can look down on it, non-top 100 companies don't go, as a result, the company doesn't want him to be a scumbag who graduated from the Department of Mathematics, and finally had to find a small company, mixed for a few years or a small grass-roots employee, full of talents, so Qiu Poor borrowed wine to kill his sorrows, one day this product drank too much and came out of the bar, and habitually drove home... And then he was born again...

In this world, whether science is still valid or not, and whether the internal strength is in line with science or not. After a series of physical and chemical experiments, Qiu Qiang believed that the scientific outlook in the previous life was still valid, and he speculated that the internal power should be the electromagnetic pulse caused by the spiritual energy of the human body. Instead of the heaven and earth aura described in the fantasy novel, that is, a special gas from the multi-dimensional world, after all, most of the descriptions of internal strength are close to the chakra in the Hokage, which is the energy generated by the human body's cells themselves, the so-called poor literature and rich martial arts, and the physical conditions are not good martial arts can not be practiced at all, and if it is the aura of heaven and earth, that is, everyone who can cultivate has a special organ or meridian that can absorb the aura, purely by natural qualifications, which does not conform to the basic status quo of this world.

Therefore, the internal power of this world should be the energy produced within the human body. The Inner Strength Mind Method is a method of generating energy, through meditation, that is, spiritual guidance, to promote the release of local special energy from cells near the body's low-resistance channels, so as to give birth to internal force. Therefore, the quality of the mind determines the speed and quality of the birth of internal forces. This is also one of the reasons why Qiu Poor will do his best to make every meal by himself.

"Ah Poor is back, starving to death for his father, practicing internal skills is too physically exhausting, just make some at noon, have a braised fish, and then a sauce chicken feet, and a vegetarian ......" Qiu Qianzhang began to ink again.

"Science has a hairy relationship with internal strength?!" Qiu Qiang muttered like a spare tire, completely ignoring the hungry dad who was holding his stomach on the side, "It seems that you can only take your time." ”

Maybe it's because after Qiu Qiang worked hard to learn the meridian acupoints, he already understood that freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and internal strength is not effective overnight, so he is not in a hurry. As for the moves, the eight-year-old Qiu Qiaohui's little moves, not to mention, so he can only lazily make some small inventions every day to entertain himself.

However, does science really have nothing to do with internal strength, obviously not.