That night, Lin Xiaolu had a delicious meal with Xiao Yu'er and Senior Sister Miaoxin in the dining hall. It seemed that to welcome Xiaolu's triumphant return, Hou San'er and the outer disciples in the dining hall tried their best. , all kinds of delicacies were brought up one after another, and then they fed Lin Xiaolu desperately, and Lin Xiaolu boasted all over the place with them, spitting all over the place, dancing and dancing, bragging for almost an hour, all the words were blown. It’s not over until it’s sour.
The joyful dinner was not over until late at night. Lin Xiaolu also returned to his small yard. After saying goodbye to Senior Sister Miaoxin and his younger sister, he washed himself with the Dust Cleansing Pill and climbed into a familiar little bed.
And when he lay down, the forced smile on his face gradually dissipated.
Late night is always charming, with bright lights and bustling laughter. During this quiet time before going to bed, people can easily think of other things, recall the past, or look forward to the future, or, Just pure random thoughts.
Lin Xiaolu was like this tonight. He thought that he would start wielding a sledgehammer and forging knives tomorrow, and he had some expectations. At the same time, he thought of Uncle Zhang Yong's taciturn but honest and honest smile.
To be honest, he and Zhang Yong have not known each other for a long time, less than a month, but every time he thinks of brother Zhang Yong, lying in a pool of blood, he will feel a sense of sadness that is almost suffocating. .
At this moment, the eight-year-old was having some uncontrollable thoughts, thinking that if Uncle Zhang Yong could have the same strength as himself, then he wouldn't have to die.
But Zhang Yong's martial arts training time must be longer than his own. The hardship may not be as severe as his own, but it must be more than his own. However, facing the immortal cultivators, he is still like a tiger made of paper. , vulnerable.
Although I am where I am today, it is also the result of my own hard work, but the role of tiger blood does account for the majority.
If, if Uncle Zhang Yong also drank tiger blood, endured it, and had super strength and body, he probably wouldn't have to die.
But can Uncle Zhang Yong bear it?
Lin Xiaolu was not sure.
He lay on the bed, looking at the beams hidden in the darkness in front of him, listening to the cicadas chirping and frogs outside, imagining that he would invent a method to improve the body without using the blood of monsters, and then teach it to warriors all over the world. Let everyone have the power to protect themselves.
At that time, as long as everyone is not lazy, but as long as they are diligent, down-to-earth, and willing to work hard, they can break the monopoly of the immortal cultivators, be on an equal footing with the immortal cultivators, gain the same strength as them, and become an era where humans and immortals are equal.
That would be great~
The young boy had insomnia. He was lying on the soft bed and tossed and turned, but he just couldn't fall asleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the tragic scene of Uncle Zhang Yong's death. He was so angry that he gave himself a slap in the face, and then he said fiercely and fiercely. He cursed to himself:
"Lin Xiaolu, can you still have some backbone? Uncle Zhang Yong died heroically. He was a real man. You must learn from him, look forward, keep working hard, and always wonder what kind of man you are in the past!"
After saying that, he picked up the blanket and covered his head, forcing himself to fall asleep.
And not long after, Lin Xiaolu suddenly cried uncontrollably. It was not the kind of crying that slowly sheds tears, but the kind of crying that suddenly became uncontrollable and burst out in an instant.
He huddled up alone in the blanket, covering his head, choking and crying.
With an extreme personality, the more he cried, the angrier he became, and the angrier he got, the more he cursed himself.
"Why are you crying? Have you never seen a dead person? You are so cowardly! How can you go out and kill people like this in the future? You are no longer a man!"
The more he cried, the sadder he became. He scolded himself as he cried. In fact, he didn't know why he was crying. He just felt that it was embarrassing to shed tears, but he just couldn't control it. No matter how hard he tried to hold back the tears, he burst into tears. Flow outward.
He was young and didn't understand that the tears he was shedding at this moment were actually due to his despair that he would never see Uncle Zhang Yong again, the humiliation that warriors in the world were like ants when facing monks, and his awe for the loss of life. !
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"Bang!"
The huge hammer swung down with all its strength and hit the bronze vessel that was burned red by the spiritual fire. Sparks flew everywhere and the shock caused Lin Xiaolu's palms to feel numb and his muscles all over his body to tremble.
"Every time you swing the hammer, use all your strength. Don't hold back your hands. Use this kind of rebound to exercise your muscles and beat your knife!"
In the cave, Li Mingru was holding a wine gourd, smiling at the boy in front of him who was shirtless, wearing weights, and sweating profusely.
He placed several expensive fire crystals under the coffin-like bronze vessel. The burning spiritual fire was continuously heating the bronze vessel, illuminating the entire cave into a blaze of fire.
Li Mingru sat in a transparent cover that blocked out the heat, drinking while leisurely supervising Lin Xiaolu's practice.
At this moment, the temperature in the cave was very high due to the burning of the spiritual fire, and the eight-year-old Lin Xiaolu was bearing a load of 500 kilograms, with his legs tied in a horse stance, and he lifted the big hammer over and over again. He hit it with all his strength over and over again, exerting his full strength every time, and the sweat on his body dripped down like a waterfall, always looking like he was about to become dehydrated and collapse at any time.
Li Mingru has been paying attention to his situation. Every time he can no longer hold on, he will shoot a water ball from his palm and hit Lin Xiaolu to replenish his water in time.
"Bang!"
There was another loud noise, and the steel iron handle of the hammer began to bend slightly due to the huge impact, but the bronze still remained motionless. Lin Xiaolu was even more tired and began to breathe heavily.
Sweat had formed a puddle under his feet, and his palm-sized face began to turn slightly pale.
This is the exercise plan Li Mingru set for him - every morning, while wearing a horse stance and wearing weights, he must swing the hammer ten thousand times with all his strength within two hours!
While compressing the density of the bronze to create the weapon, it also exercises Lin Xiaolu's core strength of the waist and abdomen and arm muscles. Through the counter-shock of the hammer and the bronze, it shakes the muscles and internal organs of his body, thereby improving his physique again!
Soon, with the deafening sound of beating again and again, two hours gradually passed. Li Mingru looked at the sweating boy in front of him, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
He could see that Lin Xiaolu didn't slack off for a moment. He hammered ten thousand times, using all his strength every time. The horse's steps were also very steady, without slacking off at all.
And the most commendable thing is that during this period, Lin Xiaolu never cried out in pain, or even hummed.
Li Mingru looked more and more satisfied, and couldn't help but cursed in his heart:
Damn, the more I look at this little guy, the more I like him. Why is he so capable of enduring hardship? He looks so much like me when I was young, and his appearance is comparable to how handsome I was when I was young. In the future, I might be able to inherit the most handsome guy in China, no! He is the title of the most handsome man in China!
At noon, the practice of Ten Thousand Hammers finally came to an end.
Lin Xiaolu, who was almost exhausted, put on his clothes and walked down the mountain step by step from the top of the mountain.
His little hands could no longer clench tightly due to the constant concussions.
His arm also became sore and swollen due to the constant counter-shocks, and it hurt when he moved it.
His two short legs were in unbearable pain from walking for two hours at a stretch. Several times, when he was halfway through walking, his knees suddenly became weak and he almost fell to his knees.
In short, there is not a single good spot left in my body.
This made him angry as he walked.
The boss's practice method is really getting more and more abnormal. After pounding it all morning, the bronze was only slightly dented. If he continues to practice with this level of hard work every day, wouldn't he be even more awesome in the future? When the time comes that I will be invincible at a young age and cannot find a rival, then won’t I have no goal to strive for?
Hey ~ the troubles of the strong ~ it’s really nerve-wracking.
