For another six or seven days in a row, when Tiezhongtang once again found time to come to Huchao Pavilion, the door was closed and there was no one around, so he had to go to Lingzi Tower to inquire about Yun Zhong's whereabouts.
Although he knew that not many people in the city were buying swords, it was still a favor to do business. Yun Zhong had never cared about it, and Tiezhongtang was unwilling to say anything. However, for most of the past six months, not a single business had been completed, which was a bit unreasonable. , a man came to the door today. It was obviously a good time to do business, but the door was closed, so I had to smack my lips and go to Lingzilou to inquire.
The waiter was quite respectful to the helmsman of the Boyu Gang. When he saw the latter walking in, he told the boy's whereabouts, saying that Yun Zhong had been out learning boxing with Ling Tengqi for several days in a row. His whereabouts were uncertain, but most likely They are practicing in the bamboo sea behind the building. You might as well go to the bamboo forest to have a look. If there is no one there, you will have to wait for the two of them to return at dusk before discussing.
Tiezhongtang's luck was not bad today. It happened to be the bamboo forest season, and he heard the sound of falling bamboo trees. He hurriedly went to take a look, only to find that Yun Zhongzheng was covered in bulges and punched the bamboo tree in front of him, with blood dripping from the tip of his fist. With a ferocious face, old bamboos as thick as an arm were blown to pieces in front of him, sending pieces of blood flying.
"Now that we're here, why bother stopping outside the bamboo forest? Wouldn't it be better to go up and talk."
The old man in the distance poured out the wine bottle in his hand, but not a drop of wine came out. He frowned in boredom, and then waved to the astonished black-faced man, motioning for the latter to come forward. It was unclear what the figure was carrying in the man's hand. I still have to take advantage of the jar of wine.
When I got closer to Tiezhongtang, I realized that most of the objects wrapped around the boy were heavy objects such as cold iron. Most of the good knives in Huchao Pavilion were cast from this object, and they were most heavy on the hand. , a man who is not as strong as an ox cannot use it freely, but the young man is carrying a lot of cold iron on his back, and when he punches, his steps are a little staggering.
"If you continue to practice like this, Brother Yun's body may not be able to bear it. After all, his meridians are ailed and his internal energy cannot circulate freely. Is this move of Elder Ling's a bit cynical and too eager to achieve success?" The man was speechless. The body is so cold that even when I was practicing boxing, I had never carried it on my back. At most, I just wrapped iron sand around my forearms and feet. I have never seen such a desperate boxing method.
The young man's figure was shaky, and he moved and punched, staggering even more.
"What kind of eagerness for success is this?" The old man didn't care at all. Half snatching and half snatching the wine jar from the beating man's hand, he happily slapped the mud seal open and said with a smile, "My internal martial arts should have established its foundation when I was young. , at the very least, you have to train all the muscles in your body like copper and iron before you can get started. Xiaozi Yun's physique is still acceptable, but it is still inferior. He is far from reaching the threshold of my internal martial arts. The harder he practices, , I have a good medicine to cure sprains and bruises where I live, just let him practice as hard as he can."
The sonorous sound of beating bamboo is not necessarily due to the strength of Yun Zhong's fist, but because the cold iron in his arms is extremely heavy. Even during the swing season, it can break countless bamboos, but the sweat on his forehead is splashing like a spring. , it was clear that the cold wind in early spring could not cool the hot sweat, and the sweat gurgled from the hem of the sleeves, continuously.
Tie Zhongtang knew that Ling Tengqi had not lied. When he was young and learning boxing, Tie Zhongtang had seen the disciple who was already at the side of the emperor twice climbing a mountain carrying a rock as high as a person. The almost life-threatening training made the hairs on the hair of the man stand on end, and he did not dare to go and watch again for a long time.
"Practice all over the world is nothing more than seeking a certain state. The more inner energy you have, the better your supernatural powers will be. You only know how to use this to fight the enemy. It is indeed convenient and refreshing, but most people forget about it." Ling Tengqi tasted the drink with satisfaction and looked at him. The back view of the young man was quite approving, "In fact, the physical body is equivalent to the word realm. If you can't carry it with your shoulders, you will be injured and die if you touch it. Even if this person has magical powers, he is not a master. Among the masters, this internal martial arts technique of mine first sharpens the body, and then nourishes the body through circulation. If it can be used in the Zhoutian movement, it will have endless magical effects."
"It is said that in ancient times there were yellow turban warriors who were able to move mountains and tidal waves, block rivers and cut off mountains with just one body. There are records in ancient books that there was a sage who was able to conquer a hundred-foot-long Buddha just by relying on his own strength. Ta holds one hand between the palms of his hands and walks as fast as flying, which is really fascinating. My inner boxing is far from reaching such a state, but at least it can make people quite resistant to beatings. If you practice this inner boxing to the top, you will be beaten for life. It's probably not a big deal to use two moves against someone from the Five Realms."
Tiezhongtang seemed to understand, and looked at the young man's back, "Brother Yun has come to learn boxing, are you satisfied?"
"Of course, I'm less talented but have the right temper." The old man nodded.
"Do you dare to ask Mr. Ling, when he was young, did he fight against the Five Realms?" Tiezhongtang was stunned for a moment, but he still asked.
Unexpectedly, after hearing the words, the old man looked up and down Tiezhongtang for a long time, and then he answered the question inappropriately, "I am a little talented, but hard work and luck can make up for it, but my brain is weak and I don't know what to ask and what not to ask, so it would be better." Born deaf and mute.”
Tiezhongtang wanted to ask more, but the old man glared at him and swallowed his words back in his throat.
"Although the world is big, there are only a few who can break through the extreme realm. Where can I go to find the five realms to practice my skills? What's more, I am in a situation like this. What can I do if I encounter the five realms? Is it possible to go forward and die?"
It wasn't until Yun Zhong interrupted the entire row of bamboo trees that the old man muttered something quietly.
The young man slumped down, removed the cold iron from his body with trembling hands, and twisted his shoulders. Then he realized that the numb fists were covered with blood and flesh. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. After resting for a long time, he reluctantly stood up, stepped forward stiffly, and Ling Tengqi bowed and saluted.
"It's so-so. At your age, I can break hundreds of giant trees as big as bowls in one afternoon, and crack open stone monuments." Ling Tengqi waved his hand, and immediately took out two packets of herbs from the side and threw them away. When the young man got his hands, "Grind the herb into powder and apply it on the injured area. Boil the rest over a slow fire. Take one during the day and one in the evening. You will be cured within two days."
The young man took the medicine bag and said, "How can this junior learn boxing after two days of recuperation?"
The old man curled his lips angrily and said: "Practicing boxing makes you stupid, isn't it? Today you will use your fists, tomorrow you will use your palms. If your palms are also injured, practice your steps the day after tomorrow, and practice them over and over again, otherwise you will be idle. at home?"
The young man grinned and left with Tiezhongtang.
From the time when the sky was still dark, to hunting bamboo until noon, not to mention carrying an extremely heavy weight of cold iron, Yun Zhong now found it difficult to move. The Huchao Pavilion, which could have been reached in less than ten breaths, was actually gone today. After two cups of tea, my feet were like pouring lead into iron. When I stepped up, my big muscles ached, as if they were torn apart by force. The exertion was getting worse. I was speechless when I saw Tiezhongtang. I stepped forward to help him and then reluctantly moved to the lake. Inside the Chao Pavilion, he slowly sat down.
"You are trying so hard for nothing." The man sighed, poured most of the wine left in the jar into two jugs, and handed one to the young man. He held the jug and looked around for the swords around him.
"You have to find something to do to suppress your anxiety. It's very tiring to think about things in your free time." The young man held up the wine bottle with difficulty, drank the wine happily, and took out a jujube from the brocade box in his arms. The color elixir was in his mouth, but Xuan Zhi smiled bitterly and spit it out again.
In the early years, this jujube-colored pill could indeed suppress the pain in the stomach when Qiu Hu was causing trouble. However, as time passed, it no longer had any effect. It was just for peace of mind. Now that I put it in my mouth, it has not relieved the pain at all. , I could only frown and bear it.
Tiezhongtang turned around and looked at the young man's extremely miserable appearance. He was a little funny for no reason, and he cursed, "I am a helmsman in the Boyu Gang. It is not shameful. In my free time, I go out to see the scenery of spring. In busy times, Check the accounts, I come to you every once in a while to drink and chat, I have to torment myself until I am no longer a ghost, and my body is full of blood, water and alcohol. It is said that you are probably possessed by the devil, and the internal energy is flowing in your brain, so you become a person. For such stupid virtues."
The young man exhausted all his strength and swallowed the wine in the pot in one gulp. The autumn lake burst out in his belly, smashing countless meridians that had collapsed and decayed like weeds, and then absorbed them into the sword body, just like an old spider spinning silk to fill the meridians. , every time during this season, the numbness and itching are the most severe, and the cycle goes back and forth. After the bone scraping pain, there is heart-breaking swelling and itching, which cannot be resolved. The joints all over the body are trembling, and the molars are clenched tightly. It takes a long time to ease. A little, a sad smile.
"Going back a few years, Brother Tie said this, which is what I think most. Who is willing to endure hardships and practice? Besides, after practicing, you may not be able to break through. How many beautiful people are trapped in front of the five realms, and they are more diligent than me. , his talent is unparalleled, won’t he still be unable to leave his name in the annals of history?”
"But after seeing the high mountains and rivers, and the turbulent rivers flowing eastward, how can I be willing to still sit in the well." The young man said this through gritted teeth, and the Qiu Lake in his stomach rose again, tossing the meridians all over his body, but the young man actually laughed out loud.
"What's more, I can't be useless. There is a very good girl on the mountain. I have to help her get rid of the troubles in her heart. She has a very good master and several very good senior brothers. Not to mention shielding them from the wind and rain in the world. , at least we can’t hold us back, right?”
The black-faced man looked at the ferocious smile on the young man's face, but for a moment he couldn't understand the person in front of him.
He is clearly a lazy man who is just getting by, a sloppy young man in the mountains. He likes to steal half a day of leisure, ride a horse through the streets, sleep and drink. But if the sins he is suffering now are placed on others, most of them have already been tortured no matter how hard they are. No heart.
But the young man still held up the empty wine flask and asked the man for more wine with a grin.
Pot after pot, pot after pot.
It flowed down the neck and merged with the hot and cold sweat all over the body. The blood from the finger bones had already flowed into the cuffs.
He is such a lazy and kind-hearted young man. No one knows how much suffering he has suffered recently, and no one knows that in the lingering smell of alcohol in the Huchao attic, how many times the young man has endured the unbearable suffering of others.
But the young man still smiled openly and wantonly, like a grass that had dropped seeds and taken root on the bluestone road. The grass stems were broken by the wheels that came and went, but he still took advantage of the overnight spring rain and straightened his back.
