Actually, Erniang still has some eyesight. That day, when Leng Fan and his mother called, they were more excited, and they didn't control their nature for a while, exposing some adult temperaments.

This matter is quite outrageous, otherwise, Erniang's natural loudspeaker would have known this matter to the whole village.

The village needs this or that gossip, the old ladies and daughters-in-law, who are bored on weekdays, what they need most is this kind of gossip, their own old men go out to work, their bodies have been in drought for a long time, and the emptiness is unbearable, so they can only live their mouths.

Since waking up that day, Leng Fan has thought about it for a long time, and finally figured out some things. The current state of affairs is in two ways.

One, he crossed over. In this remote ravine, even television has not yet been popularized, how can such a high-level word as "crossing" appear! It is precisely because of this word that Leng Fan doubts whether he has also crossed over.

Because today, more than ten years later, the word "crossing" is rotten on the street. I remember that at that time, on a book website, nine out of ten novels were about cross-genres, and one novel was probably about rebirth. Even if there is a thunderstorm on a rainy day, there will be a brain-dead shouting for Lao Tzu to cross.

It can be seen that the sword of the Son of Heaven in his hand may be a treasure, and it is more likely to be a treasure of the immortal family, Qin Shi Huang raised the power of the whole country, and it is most likely that he penetrated the secret of the sword of the Son of Heaven, and finally stepped into the immortal road and flew to the heavenly realm, otherwise how could he not find his mausoleum.

On the other hand, I didn't cross over, but had a dream, which was weird and mysterious, perverted and weird.

The things in the dream will come true one by one in reality. This dream has the ability to see through the future and see through the falsehood.

And this ability is just a little mysterious, not weird, the weird thing is that the things in the dream can affect yourself in reality one by one, making yourself smarter than before, clever, murderous, and cunning.

Leng Fan didn't know what impact this change would have on his later life, whether it was good or bad. He only knows that his mentality has changed, he is no longer full of this palm-sized village in front of him, he is eager to grow up, he yearns for the prosperous world outside, and his thinking is slowly changing.

The time of the year is in the spring, and the time of the day is in the morning.

The spring breeze is warm, and the morning sun is delicate. They are like nectar in the forest, carefully washing the veins of the earth.

Leng Fan came to the courtyard and shouted, full of vitality. He stretched his legs, moved his muscles, and then stood under the persimmon tree, facing the morning sun, and his face was much more solemn.

I saw him standing with his legs side by side, and his arms naturally hanging down to his sides. Make a fist with your right arm, pass through your waist, and move your lower abdomen towards your left shoulder. At the same time, he took a small step forward with his left foot. Then, the left arm rushes forward and meets the right fist in front of the left chest, and both fists turn into palms at the same time.

At this time, his right foot took a big step forty-five degrees in front of him, and his left palm continued to be worn forward at shoulder level, palm down, and his right palm was also closed at the waist, palm also down.

At this time, there was no longer any change in the cold movement, and he put on a strange posture, which seemed to be straight and not straight, oblique and not oblique, and the arms seemed to be straight and not straight, and seemed to be curved but not curved.

If a martial arts master passes by, his eyes will definitely widen and show a shocked expression.

Isn't this the basic three-body posture of Xingyi Fist? How could it appear in the hands of a naughty boy in a mountain village?

Xingyiquan, Taijiquan and Baguazhang are known as China's three major internal boxing methods.

Tai Chi is soft, using strength to maintain health, gossip is tough, and heavy boxing is combined. Only Xingyi boxing, both internal and external, the style of play is vicious and vicious, the boxing style is strong and simple, and the movements are simple and practical.

Every troubled time will produce demons, and every troubled time will also produce heroes.

On the battlefield in ancient times, there were traces of Xingyi Fist everywhere. Like Marshal Xue Rengui of Pingbo, Yue Fei, a famous general of the anti-gold war, Qi Jiguang, a hero who killed the Japanese, and other heroes, which one is not the great master of Xingyi Boxing?

In modern history, Xingyi Quan has been named a national art.

It can also be said that the national art is the martial art of killing, this kind of martial art will not be performed on stage, it will only kill, just like the ancient sword, you must drink blood when you come out.

Therefore, in the current army, there are many grappling moves, all of which are born out of the national arts.

In the national arts, Xingyi is the king, which shows the fierceness and domineering of Xingyi Boxing.

Xingyi Quan has five elements and twelve shapes, and none of these moves can be separated from the three-body style. The three-body pose, also known as the mother fist of Xingyi Boxing, is the root of all moves, which shows the importance of the three-body pose to Xingyi Boxing.

"Whew~"

"Suck ~"

According to the special method of breathing and exhaling, after exhaling a heavy breath of turbidity, Leng Fan sat down under the tree and gently patted his somewhat stiff limbs.

"Dog, come in and eat, the food will be cold for a while"

"Got it, Dad. ”

Leng Fan stood up, patted the dust on his body, and ran to the house. The house is relatively empty and cramped. There was a table on the kang, and in the center of the table was a basin that was a little blackened. In the basin was their father's breakfast, corn porridge.

It is impossible for such a high-level word as "polenta" to appear in a small ravine.

The people in the village call it stick noodle porridge. This porridge was a good dish in the mountain village at that time. If it is accompanied by pickles, it is even more delicious.

Leng Fan picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and after a while of gobbling up, two large bowls of gruel were all in his stomach. "You kid eat slowly, there's still one here, no one will rob you"

Leng Fan's father was a sturdy young man in his early thirties. He snatched the porcelain bowl in the child's hand, filled it with corn porridge with a loving face, and then put it in front of Leng Fan, and said quietly: "Dad is going out in a while, you clean up after eating, don't mess with those children, hey~"

"Got it daddy".

Leng Fan looked at his father's figure gradually moving away, and his heart was a little panicked.

"Dad is really hard, my mother has been away from home for a long time, my father has pulled me up with a handful of and urine, but I was not sensible before, and my father was bullied by the little fart children in the village, so he would cry and cry to find him to be coquettish, he was really ignorant, and now he looks down on himself a little. ”

Thinking of this, Leng Fan clenched his little fists tightly, and secretly swore in his heart that he must become a dragon among people and take his father out of this small mountain village.

At this moment, Leng Fan's heart was extremely resolute, and he firmly believed that he was not a thing in the pool, and one day he would turn into a dragon and fly into the sky. Even Chen Sheng and Wu Guang dared to shout that the prince and general Xiangning had a kind of thing, what else was there to fear.

"Hmph! Sooner or later, I will soar into the sky, and at that time, I see that any of you will dare to look down on our father and son, those old ladies who chew their tongues, sooner or later, Lao Tzu will make you regret coming to this world. ”

Leng Fan's eyes were red, his face was hideous, his teeth bit his lips, and his nails were deeply sunk into the flesh, and a few drops of red fell down his palms.

"Also, there are Liu Changqing, Chu Tianxing, Qin Hu, you so-called famous and decent people, which one of you is not a rooster and dog thief, I will kill you, kill you, kill you!"

Kill you three in a row, every word is murderous, and the hatred is outright.

He trembled all over, and he didn't even know that the table was sprinkled with polenta, his face became more and more hideous, and his body became more and more trembling, like a madman, like a demon god.

This is clearly a sign that a person who practices martial arts, after his mind is invaded, he goes mad.

He is young, his kung fu is shallow, and he has no worries about demons, but the way of heaven is fair, and after allowing him to remember one life, he is burdened with the love and hatred of two lives.

It is precisely because he has two lifetimes of grievances and hatreds that his heart will be more resolute, full of resilience, and strong when he is strong, which is a great thing, but it has become a weakness in his life.

The stronger the obsession, the greater the destructive power of the demons, the more harmful it is to the body.

At this time, suddenly an emerald green light flashed, and a cold breath came from the heart, like a large bucket of ice water, suddenly falling from the sky and drenching the whole body.

Leng Fan shuddered, his whole body slowly relaxed, his face was peaceful, and his eyes returned to ordinary, as if everything that happened just now was just a dream.

After a long time, he exhaled, his face hung with the luck of the rest of his life, beads of sweat the size of beans, dripping down his pale cheeks, the corners of his mouth tugged, making a hoarse voice, muttering to himself.

"Hu~"

"Huh... Huh..."

"It's so dangerous, it's actually crazy! It's strange, I haven't met such a high level of cultivation in my previous life, what's wrong with it today? Weird, weird!"

In my previous life, I suffered from an incurable disease, so I set foot on the martial arts, and with a dispensable mentality, I actually practiced the dark energy of Xingyi Fist by mistake, thinking that the world is so big that I can go everywhere, so I will travel all over the world to find a way to relieve the disease, and I will break out of the heinous name of the wolf. ”

Leng Fan frowned, and analyzed carefully: "Now that I have crossed over and understood all the things that will happen in the future, I can't wait to change my fate, so I planted an obsession, and the demons in my heart took advantage of the void." ”

"It's really dangerous! Fortunately, Lao Tzu is blessed with a great life, and he can't die by suicide, so what can a little demon do to me? hehe..."

Leng Fan Tian was shamelessly obscene, but he didn't know which unlucky ghost was invaded by the demon and tossed by the demon just now.

If it weren't for the help of that mysterious aura, it is estimated that Leng Fan would have entered the Ghost Gate Pass and become brothers with Niu Tou Ma Mian, and maybe he could become the guest of Hades.