"Practice in martial arts may make you a little stronger than other mortals, but in the eyes of monks, there is no difference between warriors and other mortals. They are all destroyed in a flash, but you have to spend a lot of time and sweat to gain them. This little bit of power is weak, and therefore, the road to martial arts is destined to be a dead end.
Xiaolu, under the protection of your master, you can be rich and wealthy throughout your life, but practicing martial arts is too bitter, too tiring, too difficult, and too dangerous, and the effort and reward are completely out of proportion.
Even so, do you still want to learn? "Li Mingru said with a deep look.
After hearing Li Mingru's words, Lin Xiaolu lowered his head silently and clenched his fists rather unwillingly.
He didn't like what Li Mingru said very much.
Diligence and hard work are a joke in the face of real talent. He hates this sentence.
He remembered that when grandma was still alive, grandma was always farming in the fields, and her busy figure occupied almost all of his impressions of grandma.
At that time, I was still curious about what my grandma was doing, so she told me that she was farming.
I asked my mother-in-law why she wanted to farm.
Auntie said that farming can fill your stomach. The more land you plant, the more food you can get. The more effort you put in, the more food you can eat.
Aniang always warned herself that she should be a hard-working person in the future, because hard work will definitely yield rewards. If the gains are very little, it only means that her own efforts are not enough.
I want to bully others, want to be the big brother, collect protection money, I am willing to work hard, even if it is difficult to practice martial arts, I have to practice, not for anything else, just to bully others!
The boy raised his head, clenched his fists and said angrily: "Boss, I've thought about it clearly, I still want to practice martial arts!"
Li Mingru was stunned for a moment, seemingly surprised by Lin Xiaolu's decision.
You know, not all mortals are willing to practice martial arts, but most of them are because they live in poverty and have no choice but to endure the scorching heat and cold winter to practice martial arts, so that they can join the army in the future, or work as bodyguards, bodyguards, etc., in order to make excuses. Eat.
But I had clearly told this little guy that I would promise him a lifetime of wealth, so why did I choose such a difficult path?
Li Mingru really didn't understand, so he asked: "Why?"
Lin Xiaolu, who was only seven years old, replied: "I want to bully others, be the boss, and make others afraid of me."
"That's it?"
"Yes!" Lin Xiaolu said loudly: "Old man Zhang from Donggua Village said that bullying people is the basis of happiness!"
"Pfft." Li Mingru laughed. This was no good reason. Fortunately, this guy didn't have the talent for cultivation, otherwise he would definitely be a demon cultivator in the future.
However, children always have some unrealistic fantasies, and they are probably only three minutes of heat.
He nodded and didn't take it to heart. He smiled and said, "Okay, I traveled to various countries as a teacher in my early years. I also studied some martial arts and brought back some martial arts classics. Come with me."
After saying that, he took Lin Xiaolu to the bookshelf in the cave, rummaged through it for a while, and finally took out a few books for him from a pile of dusty books.
"Here are the Henglian Qigong of Tiejiazhuang of Dayue Kingdom, the Eight Swords of Jinyiwei learned from Jinyiwei of the Imperial Capital of Beiliang Kingdom, the Mandarin Duck Steps of Taoshan School of Sichuan Kingdom, the flying knife technique of Yuan Kingdom's Small Sword Association, and the Baji of Dali Temple of Tang Dynasty. Boxing.”
Li Mingru didn't take it very seriously. After all, he just thought it was a child's play, and casually told him: "These martial arts secret books are rare treasures in the world. The cultivation methods are described in detail. Don't worry about taking them back." To practice, you still have to go to school. Literacy is the foundation, and you can practice the rest by yourself once you are literate."
Lin Xiaolu held a pile of books and laughed and said, "Thank you, boss."
Li Mingru nodded, thought for a while, and then spoke again: "If you are really ready to practice martial arts, then during this period you can prepare first and lay a foundation."
Lin Xiaolu was curious: "How to do the basics, boss?"
"It's nothing more than walking, standing, running, etc." Li Mingru knew everything, briefly explained the training methods of these things, and asked Lin Xiaolu to strengthen his body first.
"The food in the dining hall is very helpful for your martial arts training. You don't have to be afraid of damaging your body. After all, you are still an inner disciple and enjoy the treatment of an inner disciple. Eat when you are hungry, take supplements, and practice three-point training." Eat it for seven cents, do you understand?"
"Oh, I understand, boss." Lin Xiaolu nodded confusedly.
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When the brother, sister and Li Miaoxin left the cave, it was already dark outside and the time had reached You hour. Li Miaoxin took them to the dining hall for dinner.
The three of them seemed to have forgotten what happened just now, and Li Miaoxin didn't deliberately say anything else. She chatted and laughed with her brother and sister as they ate.
Soon after returning to the small courtyard, Xiao Yu'er continued to meditate with Li Miaoxin, while Lin Xiaolu couldn't wait to start exercising. Li Mingru taught him several methods to lay the foundation for practice, and he planned to do it every night.
It's still early now, so let's train him for an hour first!
In the courtyard, Lin Xiaolu, who had just eaten, knew that he could not exercise strenuously at this time, so he chose a quieter way of training - Zamabu!
Li Mingru said that Zha Ma Step is a very good way to practice the basics. It can exercise the lower body, legs and core strength.
The young man raised his hands, shoulder-width apart, straight out, and his legs were spread out and bent downward at ninety degrees.
The movements were very standard, but within ten seconds, his whole body began to hurt.
The hands held flat in front of him were sore and numb, and the thigh muscles of both legs began to shake. The pain in both legs seemed to be filled with lead.
Practicing martial arts was painful, especially for a seven-year-old child. After only a short time, Lin Xiaolu grimaced in pain, and his whole body began to shake uncontrollably.
If an ordinary person started exercising at his age, it would be easy to hurt his body, but fortunately, the food in the cafeteria is rich in nutritional value, which gave Lin Xiaolu the capital to practice martial arts.
In the yard, the boy struggled to hold on for a minute. His robe was completely soaked with sweat. His whole body began to twitch uncontrollably, and his movements began to deform.
But Lin Xiaolu has a very stubborn character. Both his senior sister and Li Mingru underestimated his stubbornness and his obsession with bullying.
In the village before, the brother and sister had no father or mother and were bullied. In order to protect his sister, the young Lin Xiaolu had been evil since he was a child. He was very cruel to his enemies. He was never afraid of pain when fighting. Once he did it, he acted like a madman. , the most brutal time he was almost beaten to death, but he still held the opponent and never let go. In the end, the weak defeated the strong and beat the opponent to the ground. His ferocious and vicious energy made him become a child when he was six years old. The little bully of Winter Melon Village.
And he is not only cruel to others, he is also cruel to himself, but it is precisely because of Lin Xiaolu's acquired extreme character that he protects his sister like an ordinary child, innocent and well-behaved.
In the yard, the boy felt soreness all over his body, as if needles were pricking him. Finally, with a roar of severe pain, he collapsed on the ground unconvinced.
