[Standing with a stick of incense, hard work will finally pay off, and the energy and blood in the body will increase greatly]
[Standing for half an hour, with full concentration, my muscles and bones improved slightly]
[Stand for an hour, inhale and exhale through mouth and nose, continuously, and understand the luck style of standing in big characters]
Bai Qi, who was almost exhausted, opened his eyes and got out of the mysterious practice state.
The dark eyes flickered, as if they contained a brilliant light, which was inexplicably captivating.
There was a chill in the autumn air, but there was a sliver of heat coming out of the cracks in his bones, instantly evaporating the sweat.
"It's gentle and nourishing, and the slow progress of the first form of the Golden Elixir Strengthening Technique. Is he really going to be able to master it?"
Liang Laoshi opened his mouth slightly, once again shocked by Bai Ah Qi's talent.
After five days of gaining energy, it can be said that one has a good foundation.
But for me to understand martial arts so quickly, there seems to be no bottleneck.
This kind of talent is so rare!
If you enter the fish pen early to learn martial arts, Baobuqi will be a good seedling for the Double Red Stick.
What a pity, what a pity!
Liang Laoshi couldn't help but lament that it was too late to start boxing until he was seventeen.
Because the human body's root bones are about to be finalized, the potential that can be tapped is not that great.
"Big Character Zhan Zhuang Luck Style! On the surface, Zhan Zhuang nourishes Qi and blood. In fact, through breathing, it mobilizes the large muscles in the waist, back, chest and abdomen, and promotes Qi and blood circulation. It is a real internal and external exercise!
Pay attention to loosening and tightening, the former can prolong life;
The latter can build strong muscles. No wonder this Kung Fu is also called "Strong Iron Cloth Shirt"! "
Countless lights and shadows passed through Bai Qi's mind, like a boxing book turning over rapidly.
The stick figures above come to life, changing their movements and honing their skills.
As the ink jar vibrates, the words flicker.
In the past few days, he has never slacked off for a moment, making progress by relying on his luck.
The accumulated understanding surged out and poured into the body in an instant.
[Skill: Golden elixir great strength (small success)]
[Progress: 65/800]
[Efficacy: Like wearing an iron coat, it strengthens the body to defend against enemies]
“The progress is so rapid, it’s really addicting!
It’s like I really practiced Sanfu in the summer and Sanjiu in the winter, and I persisted for twenty years.
In the end, God rewarded my hard work and allowed me to understand the essence of the exercises! "
Bai Qi lowered his eyelids and felt silently.
The thick Qi and blood in the body is getting stronger and stronger, hiding under every inch of the muscles.
As long as he clenches his fist and exerts a little force, it seems that he can exert such ferocious force that it can destroy everything!
“The next step is to continue tempering until it penetrates the whole body.
Make the muscles so plump and strong that they can draw a bow weighing sixty or seventy kilograms.
This is Dacheng, which can be called 'Golden Skin and Jade Luo'! "
Liang Laoshi sat upright, staring blankly at the increasingly straight body frame, and suddenly threw out the porcelain bowl and plate containing the snacks in his hand.
"Um?"
Bai Qi's eyes narrowed, and his arms suddenly trembled, activating the muscles in his right hand and making a crisp sound!
Snapped!
This time it was like whipping a long whip in the air, smashing the coarse porcelain dishes into powder!
"Fa Jin can be tightened or loosened, and it rotates with Qi and blood. This is indeed the beginning."
Liang Laoshi held the rocking chair with both hands, stood up slowly, and squeezed Bai Qi's broad shoulders:
"Let Sanshui get a hard board later and see if he can make a mark with one palm.
Half an inch deep is considered a small success, and more energy and blood needs to be tempered.
Two inches is Dacheng, Yang Quan is almost at this level, this is a native way to test strength.
As for strength, there are 500-jin and 800-jin anchors at the port of Dongshi.
It depends on which one you can drag. "
Liang Sanshui was frightened beside him. With such great strength, how hard can he punch?
He hasn't been practicing martial arts for long, and he hasn't seen any real practitioners fight, so he really doesn't have a clear understanding of it.
"Thanks to Uncle Liang's prescription, I made a special trip to Huichun Hall.
Take the medicine according to the prescription, take it externally or internally, and it has never stopped.
How can I practice so well and so fast! "
Bai Qi put on a rough cloth to calm down his breathing.
I encountered Yang Quan, the God of Plague, and chose to endure it for the time being.
Now that I think about it, it was a wise move.
The human body is made of skin and flesh wrapped around bones, which is definitely not as strong as a hard board.
After tempering your strength, you can press a two-inch deep handprint.
I really want to remove someone's arm and break someone's leg.
It doesn’t feel difficult!
Bai Qi secretly rejoiced:
"It is too easy for a martial artist who has practiced boxing and kicking to deal with ordinary people.
I don’t know how powerful the top trainer in Heihe County is?
Three practices? Four practices? "
…
…
Heihe County, outer city.
On the streets of Xinyi, before the foot shop opened, there were two people occupying the tables and chairs.
It was Yang Quan who frowned and looked unhappy, and Wang Laizi who had a bruised nose and swollen face and was still injured.
The former was wearing a neat outfit, with his arms folded across his chest, and his strong muscles bulging high.
He narrowed his eyes and asked:
"Bai Ah Qi beat you?"
Wang Lezi pointed at the broken bridge of his nose and complained with a sad face:
"Yes, he not only beat me, but also beat up one of your men, Brother Quan!
I heard from the fishermen on the pier that Bai Ah Qi is now very good at catching many precious fish, and every time he secretly pays tribute to Liang Sanshui's father in Dongshi Shop.
This is to find a backer, and I don’t take you seriously anymore, Brother Quan! "
Yang Quan had no expression on his face, read out the name "Liang Laoshi" and sneered:
"I gave the fish bar some thin noodles before I called him Uncle Liang.
Do you really think that this old guy with half his body about to be buried can support him?
Low-income fishermen are so short-sighted that they rush to give you treasure fish to curry favor with you!
When I take over Chen Laizi's position as manager, the first thing I will do is drive the man named Liang out of the shop! "
Hearing what Yang Quan said, Wang Laizi seemed to have forgotten the pain and hurriedly flattered:
"Brother Quan is already hooking up with the young master of the fish farm, how can the Liang family and his son fight!
Bai Ah Qi is indeed short-sighted and can't figure out who is the top person in Dongshi..."
Yang Quan raised his hand impatiently and interrupted:
"How many ghost-striped fish have you got? The day after tomorrow is the end of the month, so don't let me do it myself and skin you!"
Wang Laizi felt a chill in his heart and his smile stiffened:
"It's almost enough, there's not much difference, I'll definitely get it the day after tomorrow!"
Yang Quan was very satisfied with this answer, and his tone softened slightly:
"I know your mother is ill and it costs a lot of money to take medicine every month.
I will be the manager of the ghost-striped fish deal and I can make the decision to open a fish stall for you.
On the pier, many fishermen owed money for the fish pens and would use their sampans to pay off the debt.
If you have someone with a boat and the skills to make bait, you don't have to worry about not catching fish or making money. "
Even though he knew it was a cake painting, Wang Laizi still couldn't help but feel excited:
"Thank you, Brother Quan! I will do my best and do my job well!"
Yang Quan didn't stay long. Before he got up and left, he patted Wang Lezi on the shoulder and left two large slings of money:
"Take some medicine to treat the injury. Don't worry, Bai Aqi, if he attacks you, he will hit me in the face. This matter is not over yet.
Let's give him some prestige for a few days, and then deal with it after a while. "
…
…
In the inner city, Donglai Tower.
A red lantern hung high at the door, and melodious music floated from inside.
The lobby was full of people, changing glasses and talking, making it very noisy.
Seven or eight waiters were busy taking names to serve the dishes, and four or five waiters rushed to greet the guests and clean the tables.
Yang Quan strode across the threshold with his head held high and walked to the stairs leading to the second floor.
Facing the entourage dressed as a fish farm boy, he bent slightly:
"I am Yang Quan from Yulandong City. I met the young master's family at the Sanhuayuan meeting before.
Knowing that Shaodong's family needs ghost-patterned fish to replenish their health when practicing martial arts, they specially made twenty of them to express their feelings. "
The entourage seemed to have some impression of Yang Quan, so he turned around and went upstairs to take the message.
After about a cup of tea, we returned to the lobby:
"The young master said, let you deliver the treasure fish to your house.
Tonight is a banquet hosted by the Second Young Master of Song Dynasty in Chaishi City. It is inconvenient for the young master to see you. See you some other time. "
The first half of the sentence is the young master's reply, and the second half is the follower's explanation.
Yang Quan took out a dozen cash and handed it over politely as a thank you.
As long as the young master remembers his name and accepts the filial ghost-striped fish.
Then, the position of steward will be guaranteed.
He thought so and prepared to leave.
When he reached the door, he suddenly turned back.
Yang Quan, who was tall and tall, raised his head slightly and looked at the brightly lit second floor.
The landscape screen blocks the view, and one can vaguely see the interlacing figures of people. It should be the young masters and ladies toasting and talking and laughing.
"If you are not born into a noble family, do you have no chance to become a master? I don't believe it!"
Yang Quan covered his eyes with his eyelids and strode out of Donglai Tower.
