Seeing Miyamoto Yuichi dragging four bodyguards away in embarrassment, Da Jinya woke up from a dream, rushed to Song Xing, raised his thumb and praised: "Master Song, you are like this, I am like this." I’ve seen it. Just waved his hand and four big men flew out. Is this martial arts or witchcraft?"
Since Song Xing helped Hu Bayi and the others, they were obviously friends. Da Jinya quickly stepped forward to flatter them.
Shirley Yang was also a little confused. She saw Song Xing sitting there without moving before he fell to the ground, "How on earth did you do that?"
Song Xing glanced at her and said, "Didn't I say before that I'm better at fighting."
Fatty Wang said excitedly: "Not only are you good at it, your skills are much better than those big rice dumplings."
Hearing Fatty Wang compare him to a rice dumpling, Song Xing chuckled and said nothing.
Fatty Wang also realized that it was inappropriate to say this, and quickly slapped himself gently: "By the way, Brother Song, what do you mean by this? Is it a secret skill passed down from the family?"
Song Xing didn't hide anything and said, "It's not that magical, it's just ordinary martial arts."
Fatty Wang's eyes were bright, like two light bulbs, and he looked at Song Xing: "Martial arts? Does the kind of martial arts in the martial arts, high and low, tapping acupoints and cutting pulses, really exist?"
Song Xing smiled and said: "Of course."
Now, it was Fatty Wang's turn to be dumbfounded. After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly shouted excitedly: "Lao Hu, Lao Hu, do you hear that?"
Hu Bayi immediately rolled his eyes when he heard this, "I guess you want to learn."
"Nonsense, who wouldn't want to learn such awesome martial arts? If I had this skill, would I have been chased away by Zongzi last time?" Fatty Wang shouted, his eyes radiating with excitement.
"Brother Song, no, Brother Song, Master Song, do you think I, Fatty, have the qualifications to learn martial arts? Don't they all say that those masters in the world of games will pass on one and a half moves when they see those with good qualifications?"
Fatty Wang's tone was full of flattery, which made Song Xing a little uncomfortable. He couldn't help coughing and changed the subject: "In a civilized society, there is no use for you to learn martial arts. It is useless."
The fat man saw that Song Xing did not refuse directly, and said flatteringly: "No, Mr. Song, even if I don't have the qualifications, you can give me some tips so that I can defend myself. At least when I meet those grandsons just now, You won’t get beaten.”
Song Xing glanced at Fatty Wang a few times, nodded perfunctorily and said, "Okay, let's talk about it when we have time."
Fatty Wang was overjoyed to receive Song Xing's promise. He picked up the teapot and started making tea for Song Xing. His face was even more happy.
He didn't expect that when he set up a stall in Panjiayuan, he saw the novelty of the jade pill in Song Xing's hand and called out. Not only did he earn 10 million, but he also met a strange person.
After Miyamoto Yuichi was taught a lesson by Song Xing, he seemed to be afraid and did not come for trouble again. In the next few days, Hu Bayi asked Da Jinya to prepare a lot of supplies, and then a group of people disguised themselves as staff from the Museum of Natural History. When we arrived in Kunming, we got on the bus to Zhelong Mountain.
Fatty Wang sat on this bumpy bus in the mountainous area and vomited half to death. Then he encountered a mudslide and the bus stopped halfway and could not move forward.
Fortunately, I met a Bai girl named Peacock, who was from Zhelong Village at the corner of Zhelong Mountain. She led Song Xing and four others to Zhelong Village on the trail.
The next day, Shirley Yang used a bottle of toilet water to find out from Peacock the route that followed the Snake River around the mountains and into the valley, passed through a primeval forest between the Lancang River and the Nu River, and then built a raft through the Zhelong Mountain Water Cave.
The four of them walked through a forest, cut down bamboo and trees to make bamboo rafts, and entered the water cave that looked deep and cold.
"Tsk, tsk, this damn place is really cold." Fatty Wang was wearing thick winter clothes. Looking at Song Xing, who was only wearing a single suit, he asked with some surprise: "Mr. Song, you are wearing so little, could it be that you are already wearing a single suit?" Have you practiced martial arts to the point where you are immune to cold and heat?"
When Fatty Wang was a child, he wasn't very attentive to his studies, but he watched those weird and magical martial arts with more enthusiasm than anyone else.
Seeing Song Xing nod, Fatty Wang became even more excited: "Mr. Song, this cave is so dark and boring. I have nothing to do anyway, why don't we chat?"
Song Xing stood at the front of the bamboo raft, looking up at the stalactites above his head. Hearing this, he said, "What do you want to talk about?"
Fatty Wang chuckled, licked his face and said: "Lao Hu and I have been traveling in the world for many years, and we have seen many masters of martial arts, but none of them seem to be able to do what you did that day, sitting on the chair. If a person doesn't move, he can be knocked away by just waving his hand. Could it be that he has cultivated the internal power of Neijiaquan in the legend?"
Song Xing smiled and asked, "Have you ever seen a warrior who cultivates true energy?"
Fatty Wang shook his head: "No, but I heard people say that the masters of Chinese martial arts are divided into bright strength, secret strength, and transformation strength. Lao Hu and I have seen such masters in the army. They are really powerful. I can't beat twenty of them with one." question."
Song Xing thought for a while and said: "If we distinguish it based on pure martial arts, martial arts can be divided into six realms: Ming Jin, Dark Jin, Hua Jin, Dan Jin, Gang Jin, and Seeing Divine Indestructibility."
"Exercise the strength of the whole body, then concentrate it, and punch out with one punch, blasting the air. The so-called "a sound cannot be bought for a thousand dollars", this is the state of Ming Jin."
"Take a step further, exercise your mental strength, control the pores of your vitality, adjust the center of gravity of the back and tail vertebrae, so that the outer membrane of the muscles and bones of the whole body can be penetrated, and the dark energy can flourish. This is the so-called "penetrating the Rendu Meridian", a large ridge vertebra. The main meridians are the two meridians of Ren and Du. The vitality generated by movement in the body passes through the pores and turns into dark energy to be punched out. The force of a punch is about two thousand kilograms, which is equivalent to a horse."
Hu Bayi nodded secretly. After practicing An Jin, one punch was equivalent to the power of a world-class boxing champion, which was already very terrifying.
Song Xing added: "Go one step further, penetrate the whole body, regulate the internal organs, and finally make the whole body reach the four ends of the teeth, tongue, nails, and hair. , is to transform strength. When you reach this state, you can be considered a strong person in the ordinary world."
"If you can reach Huajing, at least you don't have to be afraid when you encounter ordinary rice dumplings."
Hearing this, Fatty Wang smacked his tongue, "My dear, with a punch of several kilograms, wouldn't it be enough to blow the rice dumpling's head off with one punch?"
He looked at Song Xing's back and secretly wondered what level Song Xing's current power belonged to.
However, he never imagined that the Song Xing in front of him was a terrifying monster that had already surpassed seeing gods and being indestructible, and could easily destroy a mountain range with his physical body.
But before he could ask about Song Xing's state, the water flow in the cave suddenly became turbulent, and the raft began to rise and fall sharply on the water. The three of them had to lower their center of gravity and stare at the waterway ahead to avoid being thrown out. raft.
Hu Bayi noticed that Song Xing, who was standing at the front, stood there casually, but his feet were as if they were welded together. No matter how the water changed, he still stood there steadily without any bumps.
"Old Hu, do you think you are so good after practicing martial arts? If you had known that I would not join the army when I was young, I would have found a sect to learn martial arts from my master."
Fatty Wang panted and rowed hard, looking at Song Xing with envy.
"Stop talking nonsense, pay attention to the waterway, don't hit stones." Hu Bayi looked at Song Xing, with a trace of doubt in his eyes. He had approached Shirley Yang afterwards. According to Shirley Yang's analysis, their curse came from The ghost cave is exquisite, so it can be released through the Muchen Bead.
If the curse on Song Xing really came from Lishan Mountain as he said, it might be another mysterious power. Even if he went to the Tomb of King Xian and obtained the Muchen Bead, it would be of no use.
But Song Xing still insisted on going to King Xian's Tomb with them. Why?
Hu Bayi always felt that there seemed to be another unknown purpose hidden under Song Xing's calm appearance.
