After lunch, I often sit cross-legged on a stone platform and meditate for an hour to recover the breath that was lost in the morning.
The tall old man opened the door and walked in, followed by a lame man, and then five strong soldiers holding thick bamboo sticks with forearms. The old man looked at Chang Si who stood up in the aisle.
"Take off your outer robe and middle coat, and only wear your undergarments. In the morning, I simmered on a slow fire and used medicine to loosen impurities in your body. Now I use a stick to beat the bones on your front, chest, back, trunk, limbs, and head, and you move The hard work is called forging. It accelerates the vibration and loosens the impurities in the skin. After half an hour, you go into the stone pool to continue soaking in the medicine and boil it with the fire to remove the impurities in the body."
"The first ten days are probably like this, and the dosage of the medicine will be adjusted later based on the effects."
"We body refiners are no better than those who rely on natural talents. We can only say how hard we endure and how great our achievements will be. There is no falsehood. The cultivation achieved by taking medicine is like a castle in the air. The reeds on the walls cannot withstand the wind and waves. .So the solid base realm is also called the Zhaji realm. The stronger the foundation, the more stable we will be in the future."
It was the first time that the tall old man explained so much to Chang Siguo. Seeing that the big man with his dark muscles was listening thoughtfully, he waved to the lame man, "Let's get started."
Fu Jin took a bamboo stick from the soldier's hand and said with a grin, "Brother Chang, please pay attention. I will swing the stick with normal strength. I will hit your back first, then your chest and lower abdomen, and then to your limbs and head. You will use your true energy." The power flows throughout the body, and don’t keep the true energy in one place, so as not to cause qi and blood congestion, remember this.”
Chang Siguo turned his back to Fu Jin and nodded, his true energy flowing rapidly through his body.
"Huh", Fu Jin hit Chang Siguo's shoulder blade heavily on his back with a stick.
"Bang", the bamboo stick cracked. Chang Siguo stood still while riding a horse and could not move at all. The normal strength was only a hundred kilograms. The real energy was flowing all over his body, and he could not feel much pain. The more he beat, the tighter and bulging his muscles became.
Fu Jin controlled the force in his hands and struck from top to bottom at a constant speed.
In the practice room, there was no other sound except the sound of sticks beating. After three times, the skin on Chang Siguo's back turned red.
The bamboo stick in Fu Jin's hand cracked into several bamboo strips.
Changing a bamboo stick, he struck the chest and lower abdomen again. After completing the process, Fu Jin handed the bamboo stick beaten into bamboo strips back to the soldier and asked, "Have you remembered the beating sequence clearly?"
He couldn't spend time here to help Chang Siguo do daily exercises. He could only demonstrate once at most, and he didn't pay too much attention to the tapping. He just didn't focus on one place. It was a slow and detailed job that was time-consuming and very tiring.
"Clear"
"Okay, let's start, two in a group, take turns, play for half an hour, don't stop for too long in the middle."
After making it clear, Fu Jin limped out of the training room, and he still had to take care of the training soldiers in the side hall.
Two soldiers came up, stood one behind the other, raised broken bamboo sticks, and with the whistling sound of the wind, they struck hard one after another. Chang Siguo, who stood still with his legs spread apart, stood on his chest and back. Standing aside and watching, there was still water vapor in the stone pool, filling the room with the aroma of medicine.
There was only the rhythmic sound of banging in the practice room, and there was no conversation.
Half an hour later, the five soldiers were so tired that their arms were weak and they were covered in sweat. The bamboo sticks in each person's hands had long been beaten into thin bamboo strips. Every time they swung them, they made a clattering sound and hit the big black man. one slice.
Only then did they realize that beating people was such a tiring job, and it was no easier than standing in a boxing position.
The old man waved his hand, and the soldiers, as if they had been granted amnesty, hurriedly dragged out the bamboo sticks that could be used as brooms.
After checking the temperature of the water, the old man said to the outside of the wall, "Add more firewood." Then he said to Chang Siguo, whose skin was as red as blood but not broken, "Get in the pool and endure the pain."
Chang Siguo moved his arms, and he could feel that the real energy in his body was active, and his skin was like thousands of mosquitoes and ants crawling. The numbness and itching caused by this sensitive body sensation was still bearable, knowing that just beating it with a bamboo stick would have the same effect. good.
Nodding, with a new breath of true energy, he walked to the stone pool in a few steps, turned over and entered the pool.
"hiss"
Like pouring ice water into a boiling oil pan, Chang Siguo almost couldn't help but jump out of the pool.
He couldn't help but hiss in his mouth. The real energy in his body was stimulated and suddenly sped up. The water surface of the pool stirred up quite a lot of ripples and water steamed up.
It hurt so much, it was like peeling off the skin compared to the burning of the bones by the fireworks.
Or the limbs and trunk were skinned at the same time. It was really, really painful.
"Sink to the bottom of the pool and soak your whole body."
The old man stared closely, ready to lend a hand at any time, push the person under the water, and wash him thoroughly.
Chang Siguo took another breath and plunged into the pool. It hurt. He believed he could resist.
No pain No gain
In the sky above Sihuang City, a slovenly man was lying on his back among the clouds, taking a sip of wine and feeling very depressed.
The little junior sister he longed for turned out to be a reed-stem, dark-skinned and skinny little girl of only seven or eight years old.
Her little face was still stained with pot ash, so she didn't look like a fussy beauty.
"Hey, you said that if you are not good-looking, you can make up for it with your amazing talents and talents. Look at the progress of this cultivation. It has been twenty days, and I have just entered the spirit. It is very ordinary. What are you looking at, little master uncle? You have to take this to the mountain. Don't let people laugh at you. There is no successor in your lineage. As a senior brother, how can I see my little junior sister being bullied? I must use my fists to reason with those slanderous guys. Why don't I? I was beaten so hard that I was exiled by the old man. Can I be out of sight and out of mind?"
The slovenly man was so annoyed that he took another sip of wine. He gloated and despised the big black guy below who was looking for trouble in the stone pool. If you are blind, you can simultaneously cultivate to the state of Qi training that integrates cultivation."
He glanced at the whole city, sat up and said in surprise, "What's strange is that in this little shitty city, in addition to the little junior sister and the stupid big guy who abuses himself, there is actually a third Qi practitioner. Well, one who looks like a mother." Our guy has just started practicing in the Yin-Yang sorcerer lineage. Who is this guy on the mountain who is so idle that he leaves a new disciple to practice in the ordinary world?"
Liu Zhirou, who was discussing matters with several generals in the Guanwu Hall over the map, suddenly felt something. He raised his head and glanced at the ceiling of the side hall where the light was not visible. Of course, he saw nothing, and frowned in confusion.
The sloppy man patted the clouds and laughed strangely.
"Look, the apprentice they have accepted has such qualifications that I am so envious that I want to smash that pretty boy's face. I have been wandering around for so many years, but how come I always meet some crooked melons and cracked jujubes, as well as beautiful and talented people? No, it’s barely acceptable for a stupid big guy like me. I’m going to spit on your god’s face.”
Before he could finish his complaints, several dull spring thunders sounded from the horizon.
The sloppy man quickly dropped his bottle of wine, slapped his mouth, and begged for mercy with a flattering smile on his face.
"You are God. You don't remember the faults of villains. How can you care about an unlucky boy who is as humble as dust? Isn't that right? The boy drank a little cat urine and talked nonsense, so you just treat him like a fart and let him go."
He was talking confusedly, and his feet moved the clouds to escape quickly.
He didn't know if there was any god in his head. The slovenly man already knew that an expert was paying attention to this place. It was better for him to stay away from him, so as not to avoid verbal conflict and being beaten to pieces by someone who was not handsome in the first place. Know.
That would be too unfair
He also hoped that this face would make a living. ,,
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