In the martial arts training hall in the back hall, Yang Lin met Huo Yuanjia.
The Jinmen hero stood quietly in front of the weapon rack, looking thoughtful. He was wearing a loose gray robe, which was wrapped around his body and fluttering gently in the wind.
It can be seen that the outside of the broad frame has actually become slightly thinner.
Because I just took medicine.
Huo Yuanjia's complexion improved a lot.
However, in Yang Lin's view, his complexion still looked sallow and his eyes were slightly cloudy.
Judging from Yang Lin's basic knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, it was a problem with the liver and lungs.
When your body has reached this point, you really can't run around everywhere. Instead, you need to take care of yourself at home, take some medicine that nourishes the lungs and liver, and move less and think less.
"It doesn't matter."
Seemingly seeing what Yang Lin was thinking, Huo Yuanjia turned around and said with a smile: "My hemoptysis is actually a health disease. If you care about it, it will torture you and make you restless. If you don't care about it, it will make you restless." That's all.
Since I was nine years old, I have not taken this disease seriously. I should practice boxing when it is time, and compete in martial arts when it is time.
At that time, my parents were worried that I would not grow up, but as a result, now that I have lived for more than 40 years, I am still as strong as an ox...
If it does happen one day, it will be God’s will, and there is nothing to worry about. "
He waved his fist, breaking the wind and making a sound.
Leng Ran said: "That day, Sasaki from the Hongkou Dojo learned from somewhere that I was sick, and he always used the word sick man in every sentence. Unfortunately, I disappointed him and deliberately broke a pair of his claws, hehe. "
Yang Lin laughed dumbly.
Only then did I realize that Huo Yuanjia, who was very virtuous and merciful to others, turned out to be like this in private, and he would clearly remember every word he said.
This is to take life and death lightly, and do it if you don't accept it. The arrogance of a martial artist is deep in his bones.
"Master Huo knows a Japanese doctor named Akino who came to prescribe medicine for you?"
I really couldn't help it, Yang Lin reminded.
"You said Qiu Ye, that man is a kind-hearted doctor. He even checked my body and prescribed some lung-nourishing medicine. He is very warm-hearted.
However, Nong Jinsun threw away all the medicine he prescribed, which was a pity. "
Huo Yuanjia said indifferently: "Actually, Brother Nong is overly worried. I know the disease myself, so how can I take the medicine prescribed by the Japanese? No matter if they have good intentions or bad intentions.
Although Western medicine has its own unique features, it can only see the surface and cannot see the inner... The real situation is because my practice is wrong. "
Speaking of this, Huo Yuanjia let out a long sigh.
Suddenly the topic changed.
"In my opinion, Master Yang's steps are like plum blossoms blooming, and there is frost in his breath. Has he already practiced the frost breath technique of Plum Blossom Boxing, and now he feels his heart is always cold?
Also, do you feel disconnected from worldly affairs and human relationships, and don't seem to have much interest? "
Huh……
Yang Lin's heart moved, it was really like this.
During the battle at Shuangqiao that day, there seemed to be nothing wrong with him, but he was a little too indifferent.
Whether it was fear, excitement, or feeling towards the people and things I met, I didn't have much fluctuation in my heart.
Even when Blood Hand Bu Chen and Qinglong Longyi set up traps and Russell seduced people into ambushes, all these things did not stir up any ripples in his heart.
Just killed casually, like killing some pigs.
He originally thought that because he had killed too many people in the illusion space and experienced it for too long, he looked at the world differently. But now that he woke up, he realized that this was not the case.
No matter how a person increases his experience and sees through the world, his nature will never change with him.
Moreover, it became quite fast.
You know, in the past two days, he didn't like to tease Xiao Mushroom anymore...
Even for Yingjili's flowery little Loli princess, she seems to be a bit calm and indifferent.
Coming from a harmonious world where the earth is like a family, Yang Lin does not have much prejudice against foreigners in general.
As a citizen of a big country, he has strong self-confidence and treats everyone equally. He neither worships nor hates them, he just looks at them with a normal heart.
However, no matter which way you look at it, it will always be pleasant to look at the little beauty...
At an age when vitality is just beginning, no matter how calm your heart is, you will still have some lingering thoughts.
This has nothing to do with anything else, it's a man's instinct.
The strange thing is that when he looked at Marilyn, he really felt a little confused.
Parents who look at their own world are also indifferent...
I have never thought much about their safety and destiny. Can they survive in Shanghai?
How to develop next?
If the Qing Gang comes to take revenge, how will they respond?
I really haven't thought about these carefully, and I don't seem to care at all.
'It turns out that something went wrong after I came out of the martial arts fantasy. '
After Huo Yuanjia reminded him, Yang Lin immediately knew what was wrong with him.
No wonder Zhou Hongyi quietly lived in seclusion in the barren mountains after killing the Tatar emperor.
On the one hand, perhaps he wanted to maintain the greatest deterrence and prevent the Qing court from finding him, transforming himself into the sharpest knife hanging over everyone's head.
On the other hand, it may be that Zhou Hongyi himself has lost much interest in worldly affairs and does not care much about the fate of his disciples' children.
The world is like frost and people's hearts are lonely...
Maybe that's it.
"I see, it seems to be due to the Frost Breathing Technique."
There was a thick frost between Yang Lin's brows, and his eyes fluctuated for a moment. Strangely, he didn't even worry too much about his own emotions, just like a robot.
Huo Yuanjia frowned, thought for a while, and then said: "Actually, you don't need to worry too much. At most, you have been uncomfortable for a period of time and your temperament is a little indifferent. It won't change your nature."
He shook his head, thinking about himself and sighed: "I think back then, in order to practice the Huojia Mizong Quan, I used my anger to ignite the anger, and my anger became very strong... Then I strengthened my lungs and swallowed the air, and my strength improved greatly, and I fought all over the world. Jinmen is invincible and is even worse than your current situation."
Although many years have passed, Huo Yuanjia still seems to be able to remember the pain of that year.
When he was young, he had just developed his hidden strength, and his Mizong Fist was fast and ruthless.
He would never injure someone if he could kill him, and he didn't know how to hold back during a sparring match. He would just light it up and explode, showing his arrogance.
After making enemies everywhere, retribution finally comes...
In fact, after he became an adult, his hemoptysis had improved greatly.
Unfortunately, due to practicing swallowing the weather, while his strength improved greatly, his lungs deteriorated again, and there was no cure.
In these years, I have just relied on various lung-nourishing medicines and foods to support me.
He knew this very well.
"Could it be that all the methods of strengthening the internal organs of various schools have various shortcomings?"
Hearing this, Yang Lin felt a chill in his heart.
Huo Yuanjia was forced to practice qigong and his liver and lungs were damaged. He suspected that even if there was no so-called Japanese poisoning incident, the other party would not live for many years.
Now that I have understood the Frost Breath from Plum Blossom Fist, it seems that my heart is injured and my emotions are indifferent. According to Western terms, I am "lost happiness".
Happy Heart, you don’t even have the people or things you like anymore, so what’s the point of living?
One day, he will become a big devil with no joy and no sorrow.
"This actually belongs to the ancient method of Qi training, which uses the seven emotions to enter the Tao. In ancient times, we always saw people practicing Qigong and becoming demons in the classics, and this is what they talked about.
Today's people who practice martial arts and Taoism have long abandoned this method...
I don’t know which plum blossom inheritance Master Yang has obtained? But to be able to develop strong muscles and bones at such a weak age and step into the secret level of Zang training is really no small matter.
Between a gain and a loss, it’s hard to say where the loss will be? "
