Sword of Coming

Chen Ping'an's breathing suddenly stagnated.

This is an instinct, just like when a boy in green clothes and a girl in pink skirt meet Zhigui, it has nothing to do with their level, it is purely a powerful suppression of momentum.

Pure martial arts, to a certain extent, the essence of the word pure is here.

The vassal king Song Changjing once made Liu Baqiao, an accomplished swordsman, feel like his skin was being pricked by needles without doing anything in the small town government office.

There was a loud bang.

Just when Chen Ping'an was about to make a move to prevent an unexpected incident, he flew backwards and hit the wall of the bamboo building hard. He collapsed to the ground. After struggling twice, he could only lean against the wall and could not stand up. , there was blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The old man who kicked Chen Pingan in the abdomen crossed his arms across his chest, looked down at the miserable straw-shoe boy, and sneered: "You dare to be distracted when you confront someone! You are really looking for death!"

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and stood on the wall as if facing a formidable enemy.

The old man said calmly: "The world only says that martial arts has nine realms. I don't know that there are great scenery above the nine realms. You have just touched the threshold of the third realm for the time being. In fact, you have not even laid the foundation stone of the second realm. If I don't show up, you will In order to pursue the speed of breaking through the realm, once you reach the third realm, I am afraid that the foundation for future achievements in the nine realms will be destroyed. There is absolutely no room for any bells and whistles in the martial arts. What you did before was pretty good, but it is far from enough! Because you are in The first level of Qi dispersion was done poorly!”

Chen Ping'an's breathing gradually became smoother. After all, he was a young man who never slacked off in tempering his body. He had a very good foundation. You must know how high the "average" and "fairly good" comments from the old man in front of him were. If a secular martial artist like Zhu He could receive such an evaluation, he would probably burst into tears on the spot.

Chen Ping'an hadn't yet understood these twists and turns, so he just said in a trembling voice: "I've learned a lesson."

The old man stepped out, and the whole bamboo building swayed slightly. Li Xisheng's invisible words on the green bamboo were slightly revealed, and a burst of unnoticeable pure brilliance flowed out, just like the moonlight bottle pouring on the stream. The scene is particularly touching.

The old man's mind moved, but he ignored these external objects. He stared at Chen Ping'an and revealed the secret: "The purpose of the Mud Embryo Realm is to find that innate Qi and build the framework of the martial arts cottage. Qi is the pillar and Qi is the high wall! But! Before the Qi is completed, it must be completely dispersed, and all the filthy Qi accumulated in the day after tomorrow, and even the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth, must be eliminated! A pure martial artist, what is pure, is pure, come to compete with this world! Don’t be like those qigong practitioners in the mountains, who are so sneaky and sneaky that in the end they just become the caretakers who look up to others!”

Chen Pingan heard it half-understood, and deep down in his heart, he did not agree with everything the old man said.

The corner of the old man's mouth turned up and he sneered: "The second realm is commonly known as the Wooden Fetus Realm. I think it is better to describe it as the Mountain Opening Realm. The gods on the mountain are immortals on the mountain, and the martial artist has to split the mountain with one punch! This realm is very tough on the muscles and bones. Once the foundation is laid, future achievements will not be lost to the Buddhist invincible body or the Taoist glazed body. We martial artists can also cultivate a stable and extremely stable body. As for military strategists, hehe, It’s neither fish nor fowl, the method adopted is like a thief and takes shortcuts, it’s extremely ridiculous!”

Military strategists do have a shortcut to the sky. In addition to asking gods to come down from the mountain and possess them, they can also warm up a battlefield heroic spirit in the Qi Mansion. A heroic spirit is a kind of innately powerful ghost that will never leave. Once it is successfully blended with the monk's soul, it will Physique is like a Taoist alchemy furnace, a blend of water and fire. It belongs to another path. It is an extremely powerful method. However, in the mouth of this sloppy old man, the military path is simply not worth mentioning. The tone is really scary. .

The old man raised his fingers at Chen Ping'an, "Come on, come on, I will suppress the realm on the third realm. You use all your strength and beat me to death. If you can beat me even half a step, you will win!"

Chen Pingan hesitated.

He didn't understand the situation at all. From the old man appearing inexplicably, claiming to be Cui Chan's grandfather, to now inexplicably starting a fight, Chen Pingan was confused. With Cui Chan's current status, he needed a dilettante like him who was not worthy of the name. Protect? Moreover, the old man himself said that there is no shortcut in martial arts, and his talent is poor. Chen Pingan does not dare to hope that he can reach half the height of Cui Zhang in this life. Isn't the old man's statement contradictory?

The old man said displeased: "With your kind of mind, you are really boring. If you want to hit me, I will hit you. Why do you want me to kneel down and beg you to punch me?"

The stubborn and stubborn side of Chen Ping'an's character was finally revealed, and he still maintained a defensive posture and remained motionless.

The old man's eyes were dark and unclear, "I just want to ask you, do you want to be among the three realms, and one of the best in the world?!"

Chen Pingan nodded and said without hesitation: "I want to!"

The old man tilted his head slightly, stretched out his finger and pointed at his head, with an extremely domineering expression, "Then hit him here! Your kid's temperament is not to my liking, but for the sake of the emperor, I will give you more. If you have a chance to fight with some momentum, I will help you and let you experience the true style of the Three Realms."

Chen Pingan said slowly: "Is that really a fight? I won't hold back when I punch!"

The old man laughed loudly and said: "Stop talking nonsense, little bitch! Why is there such a cowardless person like you in your family? Do you have a handle in your crotch? Your parents must be cowards, right?"

Chen Pingan was angry.

People who seem to be kind to others and have a soft heart must have a mental soil as hard as iron, which firmly supports the seemingly stupid kindness in the suffering life.

Such is the case with The Boy from Mud Bottle Alley.

Traveling thousands of miles along the way, practicing boxing day and night.

Chen Ping'an took a step forward, bursting out with astonishing speed in an instant. He came to the old man and hit the old man's forehead with a punch with his right hand.

What seemed like a punch ended up sounding like two bangs.

An instant later, Chen Ping'an took a few steps back, his arms drooped, and then stepped back again and again.

It turned out that after the first punch hit the old man's forehead, the huge rebound force caused severe pain in Chen Ping's left arm. However, his fierceness burst out at the same time, and his stronger left fist followed closely and hit again. on the old man's head.

Unfortunately, after two punches, the old man remained motionless, yawning, and looking bored. Looking at the embarrassment of the young man not far away, the old man sarcastically said: "Your full punch is just to scratch the itch? I am your wife. Or are you my wife? I said before that you are a careless little girl, which is true. If I were your father and mother, I would be angry to death."

Chen Pingan's face was gloomy.

"What, your parents are dead?"

The old man snorted, pretending to be surprised and said: "That would be better, you will definitely make me angry to death."

After the severe pain, Chen Pingan's arms were completely numb and unconscious, but Chen Pingan still walked forward quickly. This time he jumped high, twisted his waist, and hit the left side of the old man's head with a whip kick. In addition to a dull sound, The old man still showed no abnormality. Chen Pingan took advantage of the situation to turn in the air and hit the right side of the old man's head with his second whip.

This time, after Chen Pingan landed, his feet were weak and his shoulders went up and down. It took several times to stabilize his body.

The old man stared at the crippled boy with an idiot look on his face and asked: "Since the left leg has already suffered enough, why does the right leg have to exert more force the second time? Don't you know it hurts?"

Chen Ping'an didn't speak, his face was as white as snow, his shoulders were up and down, and his legs were definitely seriously injured.

The old man nodded, "It seems like this is your bottleneck. It's really disappointing."

Chen Pingan charged forward for the third time, using the six parts of Shanshanquan to move forward. Although the speed was a beat slower than the previous two times, his momentum was not reduced at all. The old man was stunned for a moment and stood there, waiting quietly for a moment.

After countless walking moves, the spirit of Shanshanquan has long been integrated into Chen Pingan's soul. Even if his hands and feet are injured, when he starts walking, he is still as powerful as a rainbow.

After the pale-faced but resolute young man skillfully walked through the boxing pile, he jumped up high on his toes, raised his head, and suddenly hammered down, hitting the old man's forehead hard.

The young man fell backwards and fell to the ground, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with helplessness.

"Smart people will retreat when faced with difficulties, but you are far behind. But! If you are not smart, that's right. If you want to be a pure martial artist, you don't need to be too smart, because your cleverness will be mistaken for you. For this reason, I... …”

Only then did the old man show a look of admiration, and walked forward with a smile on his face and said: "I'll give you a kick!"

A lightning kick came out, the amplitude was very small, just enough to hit the side of Chen Pingan's temple on the ground.

Chen Pingan tried his best to raise an arm to block the fierce and dangerous kick.

In the end, his arms were close to his head, and his whole body was kicked until he hit the foot of the wall. He curled up there, feeling pain everywhere in his body.

The old man stood there, looking down at the poor young man, "I have thoroughly understood your martial arts foundation. This is the appetizer, and the real pain comes next. You go outside to say hello first, and prepare a big bucket soon. , the best warming herbs, the best medicine for golden sores, and of course it’s best to prepare a coffin, haha, I’m afraid you’ll hang yourself if you can’t think about it. That’s fine, the family will be reunited underground.”

Chen Ping'an rested for a long time before he could barely get up and limp out of the house. In the corridor outside the house, he saw the boy in green and the girl in pink skirt looking at each other, as well as the god in white who seemed to be gloating about his misfortune. When Wei Bo saw Chen Ping'an in a panic, he suppressed a smile and said, "I'm going to prepare a high-quality medicine jar, medicinal materials, plasters, elixirs, etc. Don't worry, Niujiaoshan Baofuzhai has everything. As for money, I'll help you with it first, and you'll pay it back when you have the money, so don't worry, but friends are friends, and in business, you still have to charge a little interest."

Chen Pingan squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, nodded, and after Wei Bo disappeared, he sat down in the corridor with his back against the wall.

The boy in green asked softly: "Master, is it hard to practice boxing?"

Chen Ping'an sat paralyzed on the ground, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably, and he said bitterly: "It's so painful."

Chen Pingan walked and stood up in the wind and snow, all the children in green saw it. He thought that with Chen Pingan's second-level martial arts body, he could not bear the torture. It was too painful. It's not like having your arm cut off with a bang, dripping with blood and crying loudly. It's another kind of cutting flesh with a dull knife, and every breath you take is like drinking the wind and eating a knife.

But if even Chen Ping'an felt that he was suffering, the boy in Tsing Yi couldn't imagine the suffering.

The girl in pink skirt turned her head and choked silently.

About half an hour later, the old man who was sitting cross-legged and meditating in the room stood up and said in a deep voice: "Chen Pingan, start practicing boxing!"

Chen Ping'an sighed and pushed the door open. The boy in green swallowed his saliva and gently closed the door, not even daring to look at the bad old man.

After the boy in green closed the door, he jumped on the railing and sat down, feeling very melancholy.

I thought that I had dominated the world in Yujiang for hundreds of years, and was a well-known hero in the entire Huangting Kingdom. I was able to call upon the wind and rain, and was full of guests. Why did I encounter obstacles everywhere when I arrived in this big Longquan County? Uncle, I've been too unlucky lately, haven't I? In the future, when I go out to pee, will I accidentally splash some immortal and then be punched to death?

This is not in line with my expectation that when I travel around the world, I should kill everyone!

The kid in green clothes had a sad face and slapped the railing with both hands. He was so angry.

The girl in pink skirt was on the first floor, helping to light the fire with the mountain god Wei Bo, and cooked a large vat of medicinal soup, which was fragrant.

The medicinal materials in this large vat are not expensive, and if converted into silver, it would cost Wei Bo 80,000 taels of silver.

The poor learned literature and the rich learned martial arts. The ancients sincerely did not deceive me.

Of course, the vast majority of warriors in the world would definitely not spend as much money as Wei Bo, otherwise their wealth would be emptied.

In the room on the second floor of the bamboo house, the old man glanced at the young man who was still in good spirits. "In addition to helping you completely relieve your energy, I will also temper your body and soul at the same time. As long as you persist to the end, the second realm will break through the third realm. It will be a matter of course, luck." If you do well, it’s not impossible to reach the fourth realm.”

With any luck.

After Chen Ping'an heard this, he felt that there was no chance.

The old man smiled and said: "In the rest of today, I will pay attention to the strength of each shot, so that you will not find it unbearable at the beginning, but in the end, you will experience it by yourself."

Chen Pingan had an ominous premonition.

The old man suppressed his smile, his mood suddenly calmed down, and he slowly put on a simple and ancient boxing stance, "When I was young, I liked to travel far and wide. I never carried magic weapons and weapons, and only relied on a pair of fists to fight all over the mountains and down the mountains. , I once watched the Heavenly Master beat the spring drum! According to legend, in ancient times, the God of Thunder drove his car and beat the drum to frighten the evil spirits in the world and stir up the turbid and clear."

The old man's face was calm, "After one observation, I realized something and figured out this style, which is called the Divine Man Beating the Drum Style!"

Chen Pingan listened carefully and did not dare to miss a word.

The reason is simple, hardship cannot be in vain!

The old man said sternly: "Kid, stand firm and take ten punches first!"

There was a crisp sound of cracking firecrackers in the bamboo house.

Ten consecutive punches hit ten places on Chen Pingan's body in sequence, forcefully penetrating the Qi Palace, causing the Qi to surge unevenly, like a broom passing by, raising dust everywhere.

After withdrawing his fist, the old man smiled strangely.

Chen Ping'an, who was prepared for the worst, was a little surprised at first. He felt that the old man's punch was not heavy and he could withstand the blow.

Then in an instant, Chen Pingan suddenly started to bleed from all his orifices, fell to the ground, and began to roll.

Chen Pingan bit his lip to prevent himself from crying.

When practicing boxing, in addition to hearing from Zhu He that in the early stages of martial arts training, one should not drink alcohol to harm the body, he also heard many times that one should not fall in one breath. Chen Pingan finally learned some boxing principles and cherished them very much. To this day, he still insists on unremitting. Even after hearing that Lin Shouyi knew about the great fortune in A Liang's wine pot, Chen Ping'an never regretted anything.

The old man watched the young man rolling around and sneered: "How is it? It tastes good, right? The essence of this punch is that the power of the punch can be doubled and accumulated time after time. It is the Daluo Jinxian who is known as the indestructible golden body. As long as you punch fast enough , enough times, it will break you to pieces!"

After the old man said this, he looked a little dazed.

When he was at the peak of martial arts, he always wanted to know one thing.

If the Taoist Buddha was willing not to fight back, how could he be able to support hundreds of punches after being accumulated by his own moves? ! And he can throw hundreds of punches? !

The old man quickly came to his senses and explained: "Don't worry, I used these ten punches with skillful force. They did not hurt the body and skin, but only hit your soul. You can grit your teeth and you can probably get through it."

The young man rolled half a stick of incense on the ground, then sat on the ground and relied on the breathing skills taught by Old Man Yang and the luck method taught by Aliang. Then he slowly stood up after burning a stick of incense, covered with sweat. Like a drowned rat that has just landed.

The old man nodded and smiled: "It seems that ten punches are okay, so let's take fifteen punches."

After a while, Chen Pingan continued to roll on the ground, and this time he hit the base of the wall, so much so that he hit his head on the wall without even realizing it.

Chen Ping'an lay on the ground for two sticks of incense and couldn't even sit up, let alone stand up and say something harsh to the old man.

The old man quietly observed the subtle changes in the qi within the young man's body, and continued: "Martial arts, martial arts, are also the great way! Qi practitioners always look down on pure martial arts, and only talk about martial arts but not martial arts, thinking that martial arts can never reach the height of 'Tao'. I just don’t believe in evil!”

"I went to read hundreds of classics, and one day I read a passage. There was a description of a graceful woman on the page. Her figure and appearance were stunning. The text said that this woman was a rain master. She cared about the common people and did not hesitate to transgress or violate the laws. Tian Tiao sent down the rain without authorization, and her golden body was imprisoned on a altar to endure the damage day and night. The edict issued by the Emperor of Heaven contained the words "it is your own fault". I immediately started to protest and became a big fan. Calling him a bastard! I couldn't calm down my anger, so I walked outside. It was raining heavily, and I punched the rain curtain upwards by ten feet!"

"That's why this punch of mine is called Yunzheng Daze Style!"

The old man stood quietly beside the young man, stepped on Chen Ping'an's abdomen, and sneered: "If you can't get up, just lie down! I can also let you know the beauty of this punch!"

In Chen Ping'an's aura, there was a bang, as if an earth-shaking change was ushering in.

At that time, he followed Cui Dongshan back to Huangting Kingdom from the Sui Dynasty. He passed by a land with large water and the mist was rising, which was very spectacular. From Cui Dongshan's elegant words, he knew the atmosphere of Wei Wei called Yunzheng Daze. But the beautiful scenery is a beautiful scenery. After enduring the old man's rapid stampede and experiencing the ups and downs brought about by this painting in his body, it was truly "ecstasy". The old man stepped on Chen Ping'an's Qi in the lower Dantian. The sea surged upwards. Chen Pingan felt that his liver and intestines were broken, and he was about to vomit all his internal organs out of his throat in the next moment.

Every time the water mist rises from the sea of ​​qi in his body, Chen Ping'an feels like he is being pulled up once. His body bounces off the ground, and then falls to the ground, and so on.

Finally, the old man seemed to find the bouncing boy very annoying, so he stepped down again and said, "Give it to me!"

Chen Ping'an was crushed to the ground by that kick. The young man's limbs twitched, his face was ferocious, and his eyes were cloudy.

I saw countless extremely tiny blood beads all over Chen Ping'an's body, slowly seeping out from the pores of his skin, and finally condensing into sheets.

The old man shouted angrily: "Chen Pingan! Listen up! You have already found the breath that is the beginning of martial arts. Is it just for show?! People can't move, so what?! Only this breath Don’t stop falling!”

In his confusion, Chen Ping'an vaguely heard the old man's angry shouts. Almost instinctively, he spoke silently in his heart, which was regarded as giving orders, letting the mysterious Qi machine like a fire dragon run on its own, and wanted to go He can go wherever he wants, because he really can no longer control his body and limbs, and he can't control even a single finger at the moment.

The old man lowered his head and looked intently. In his sight, a qi machine no thicker than a silk thread, like a fire dragon, began to rush wildly through the meridians in the chest. He laughed and said: "Okay!"

The old man retracted his foot, held it behind his back with one hand, and flicked his finger at Chen Ping'an with the other hand, "I once watched the confrontation between the two armies on the top of the mountain. It was really wonderful. It seemed like a battle between a dragon and an elephant. The dragon is the strongest in the water, and the elephant is the strength on land." The biggest one, that battle can be said to be the swan song of a hundred years on the battlefield! I figured out a punch for it, called the Iron Cavalry Chisel Formation!"

Every time the old man casually snaps his fingers, Chen Pingan will break a rib.

This was the first time that Chen Ping'an cried out in pain.

Because the real pain is not only in the physical body, but also deep in the soul.

The boy in green sitting on the railing outside the corridor was frightened and almost fell down. The girl in the pink skirt downstairs was so distraught that she suddenly squatted on the ground and hugged her head, not daring to listen anymore.

Finally, looking at the boy who had completely fainted, the old man walked towards the door of the house expressionlessly. After opening the door, he said to the shivering boy in green: "Take him downstairs and throw him directly into the medicine bucket to soak, wearing straw sandals." There’s no need to take them off, don’t underestimate their weight. For Chen Ping’an at the moment, if he wants to stabilize his realm, he can’t touch them. Also, remember to tell that very rosy-looking mountain god not to add anything to it. What a panacea, otherwise I wouldn’t care, but this kid’s suffering today will be in vain.”

After seeing the old man and following the instructions, the boy in Tsing Yi was so frightened that he didn't even dare to take the stairs, so he just jumped down. He only dared to let the girl in pink skirt move Chen Pingan. He himself did not dare to pass by the old man at all.

But when he got downstairs, after giving Wei Bo some unnecessary reminders, he ran all the way to the girl in pink skirt outside the door without saying a word. The girl in green clothes gritted her teeth, stepped out with her toes, and then floated up to the second floor. Before she could, he bravely walked into the house and carried the bloody Chen Ping'an on his back.

Carefully put Chen Pingan into the medicine bucket.

The girl in pink skirt with tears on her face asked in a low voice: "Weishan God, is my master really okay?"

Wei Bo glanced at Chen Ping'an, who was unconscious, "If you can persevere to the end, you'll be fine. If you give up halfway, not only will you fail, but I'm afraid it will leave many sequelae, such as being stuck in the second or third realm of martial arts for the rest of your life, because you have a weak foundation. If it is too strong, trying to raise the state as a whole is like a child lifting a stone pier, which is impossible."

The girl in the pink skirt was a little confused.

The boy in Tsing Yi walked out of the house alone and sat on a bamboo chair outside the house, holding his chin in his hands and staring blankly.

In the dusk, Chen Ping'an, who had been soaked in the medicine bucket, looked like a poor man who had a nightmare and could not wake up. Even if he was sleeping, his breath was extremely chaotic. Now it has finally stabilized. The girl in the pink skirt stood on tiptoes, her head full of blood. She lay sweating on the bucket, afraid that the master would be hurt to death, afraid that he would drown, and that he would not wake up after falling asleep. She just stared with her eyes wide, but in fact, she could not do anything at all.

As night fell, the girl in pink skirt walked out of the first floor with some relief and sat on the bamboo chair next to the boy in green.

The two were silent for a long time, and the boy in green suddenly said softly: "Silly girl, I have decided. I really want to practice hard."

The girl in the pink skirt was not very interested and said feebly: "Why? Didn't you say that our cultivation only relies on talent? You also said that if you lie down, your realm will soar upwards."

The kid in green clothes lowered his head for the first time, "I don't want to go down the mountain every time and meet someone who can kill me with one punch."

The pink-skirted girl found this difficult. But her master was already in such a miserable condition today, and she was unwilling to hit the guy next to her again. After all, it was still the first month of the New Year.

He raised his head and raised his fists high, "I want to win over those guys, it will take two punches to kill me!"

The girl in the pink skirt is a little awkward and always feels weird.

Ambitious? Something doesn't seem right. Short-sighted? It doesn't seem right either.

The boy in Tsing Yi encouraged himself, "I am such a heroic man who pays attention to the morality of the rivers and lakes. I don't want to meet those guys again and again, so I can only hide behind Chen Pingan. I am so sorry for my name as the 'Yujiang Chivalrous Young Master' . I want Chen Pingan to know that I am truly loyal, not just words!"

This time the girl in the pink skirt sincerely extended a small fist and waved it gently: "Come on!"

Until this moment, the boy in green who looked down on the fire python from the bottom of his heart suddenly felt something in his heart. This silly girl was a little stupid, but she turned out to be quite cute and lovable.

He suddenly regained his playful and smiling demeanor, and asked with a mean smile: "Silly girl, have you thought about what you said last time? You can be my little wife, and we can get into bed together if you have nothing to do? I won't even think about it now." I don’t really like you, but the relationship between earthly couples can be cultivated through the words of a matchmaker and an intimate marriage. As long as you like me, that’s all. Then sincerity will lead to success. One day, I will become like you. You like me to like you that way, and you feel happy when you think about it, right?"

The girl in the pink skirt was about to cry, "You are shameless! I want to complain to the master!"

"Our master is sleeping, so he doesn't care about you."

The boy in green said cheerfully: "A big pie fell on your head from the sky, and you didn't even know how to catch it. Forget it, you are such a silly girl! It's only Chen Ping'an who has never seen the world, so he treats you as a treasure. If it were me, I would give you at most one high-quality snake gallstone."

The girl in pink skirt puffed up her cheeks and shouted angrily: "Please call me Master!"

The boy in green suddenly fell silent, holding the back of his head with both hands, looking into the distance, and said softly: "Yes, Chen Pingan is our master."

Chen Ping'an woke up in the middle of the night. He could walk without any problems, but the weather inside his body was very miserable. However, the broken ribs for some reason had been reattached. Of course they had not recovered yet, but they were enough to show that the 80,000 taels that Wei Bo had spent. It's nothing, but in fact, if someone else went to buy it from Baofengzhai, they might not even be able to get it for 160,000 taels. This is Beiyue Zhengshen's net worth.

Chen Pingan put on a new set of clothes and did not dare to walk out of the bamboo building. The girl in the pink skirt thoughtfully brought a small bamboo chair, and Chen Pingan sat quietly near the threshold.

He didn't say anything. He sat there until the sun rose and practiced setting up the sword stove for a while. Then he got up and went to the small bed on the first floor to lie down and sleep.

That afternoon, the old man opened his eyes and stood up, and said in a deep voice: "Start practicing boxing. Today I only train your soul, so that you can eliminate the bad and keep the good."

Chen Pingan then opened his eyes and woke up, sighed, and silently walked up to the second floor of the house.

After that, he was carried away from the second floor by a boy in Tsing Yi. After waking up again in the middle of the night, Chen Pingan had to swallow it forcefully even though he didn't have the slightest appetite. He looked at his master's hand holding the chopsticks that kept shaking. The girl in the pink skirt suddenly burst into tears after picking up the dishes several times.

The boy in Tsing Yi just buried his head in eating.

This time Chen Ping'an took a short rest, sat at the door, practiced the sword furnace with trembling hands, and went to bed soon.

For a whole ten days, three days were spent training the soul, and one day was spent beating the body.

Every time the old man made a move, he would do it just right, ensuring that Chen Ping'an would suffer more than the day before every time, so there was no possibility of him getting used to or adapting to the pain.

Chen Ping'an became increasingly silent, often not saying a word the whole day when he was awake.

Occasionally, when the girl in pink skirt asked something, or wanted to make her master happy, Chen Pingan would smile and shake his head at first, then frown, and the last time, his face was full of anger. Although it could be seen that Chen Pingan Ping An was restrained and suppressed, but the boy in green and the girl in pink skirt were frightened beyond measure.

At that time, Chen Ping'an hesitated to speak, his lips moved slightly, but he never said anything. He went to lie down on the bed and closed his eyes. He didn't know whether he was sleeping or awake. It even made people feel like he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The boy in Tsing Yi once tentatively asked Wei Bo how much pain Chen Pingan felt when he was beaten.

Wei Bo thought for a while and said that the suffering Chen Ping'an suffered on the first day was probably like that of an ordinary ordinary person, who would have his fingers chopped into pieces with a knife, and the bones and flesh would be minced into meat sauce, and he had to make himself Try to stay awake. It got worse every day after that.

Just the first day.

After that, the boy in Tsing Yi never asked such questions again.

He began to practice.

Become more diligent than a girl in a pink skirt.

On this day, Chen Ping'an was sitting on a bamboo chair in the night, leaning on the back of the chair. Wei Bo slowly walked over and stood beside him, watching the bright moon hanging in the night sky with him.

Chen Pingan asked hoarsely: "Wei Bo, could you please help me ask why Master Ruan succeeded in forging swords?"

Wei Bo couldn't laugh this time. He just sighed and nodded: "I'll go and ask. We agreed in advance that Ruan Qiong's sword-making this time will be his first move after leaving Fengxue Temple. It must be very... I attach great importance to it, so Ruan Qiong probably doesn’t want to be distracted and may not be able to reply to me.”

Chen Ping'an hummed.

Chen Ping'an no longer cared about spending money like water. In the first few days, he would keep accounts silently in his mind, but later he completely lost his mind.

Recently, the girl in the pink skirt and the boy in Tsing Yi, intentionally or unintentionally, left Chen Pingan alone and did not disturb him.

When Chen Pingan stood up, he said softly: "Tell them for me that I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it, but sometimes I just couldn't help it."

Wei Bo asked: "Why don't you say it yourself?"

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment and said with a wry smile: "I don't know why. It seems that just thinking about this matter makes me very tired. I'm afraid that if I say that, I won't be able to hold on to my boxing practice tomorrow."

Wei Bo nodded and said: "It's a bit mysterious, but I can barely understand it. Don't worry, I will help you and they will understand."

There are probably not many martial artists in the world who practice martial arts. It is normal to do it several times at a time, but it is definitely not many if they need to endure this kind of suffering continuously every day.

The old man stood quietly under the eaves of the second floor. After hearing the conversation between the two, he just smiled and turned back to sit down in the house.

Wei Bo couldn't fully understand it, which was normal, because the old man's punches were themselves a kind of "god beating drum style" that kept accumulating, and it was a deeper and hidden tempering of the mind.

Tempering the body, cleansing the meridians, cutting the marrow to generate bones is the first step, strengthening one's courage and soul is the second step. The real test is to tap the heart. The old man seems to be using sharp and big awls again and again, ruthlessly. It was hard to penetrate the young man's heart, and one can imagine the feeling.

The old man was actually very surprised. First, the young man had not lost his mind yet, and was still gritting his teeth and unwilling to say, "I won't practice boxing anymore." Second, the mystery of this bamboo building is truly wonderful.

Chen Pingan was lying on the bed. After rolling up the quilt, he curled up, facing the wall, and covered his mouth with one hand.

Between the fingers, there was a whimpering sound.

Another ten days.

In this decade, the disasters suffered became even more tragic.

Among them, the old man asked Chen Pingan to peel and cramp the skin himself and do it with his own hands!

One night, Chen Pingan, who was bandaged like a rice dumpling, was sitting on a bamboo chair. He suddenly stood up, swaying slightly, and walked towards the cliff outside the door.

He seemed to want to practice a pile walk that he had not practiced for a long time, but after one try, he had no choice but to give up.

Chen Pingan turned his head blankly and looked in the direction of the town, his lips trembling, wanting to cry.

He suddenly asked: "Wei Bo, I know you are nearby, can you bring me a bottle of wine?"

Wei Bo nodded, "I have it on me."

An unsealed wine bottle slowly fell from a high place in front of Chen Pingan's eyes. After Chen Pingan reached out to catch it, he turned to look at the bamboo tower, "Can you drink it?"

A sneer came from the second floor, "It's nothing to drink. If you have the ability, you can compete with Taoist Buddha in the future. That's how heroic you are!"

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at the distant mountains and rivers in the south. He lowered his head and smelled the wine.

He once carried a drunken old scholar on his back. The old man slapped him hard on the shoulder and shouted, "Young man wants to drink!"

The young man who had been looking dull for a long time suddenly smiled brightly. He took a swig of strong wine and coughed non-stop. He raised the flask high and shouted with all his strength: "If you drink, drink! If you practice boxing, practice boxing!"

After a while, the young man held it in for a long time, but couldn't help but choked on the big sip of strong wine and cried, complaining in a low voice: "The wine is really terrible..."

But the young man still forced himself to take another big sip, and while coughing, he said loudly: "The book said that a beauty gave me a golden sword, so why should I repay Ying Qiongyao! The wine is not good, but this sentence is really beautiful. Extremely!"

In the end, the young man blushed for no apparent reason. I don't know if it was because of the alcohol or embarrassment. He gave a gentle feed to the distance.

The boy seemed to be quietly asking a certain girl he liked, as if to say, Hey, did you hear it?