The training began again, and dozens of Yang's children began to roll on their horses and ran on the training ground. The strong horses were flying like flying, and the arrows went strong. Yuan Qing was so excited that he wanted to fly on his horses and gallop with them.

He was completely fascinated and forgot about time, as if he was training with everyone.

‘Bang!’ He felt something hit on his little butt. When he turned around, he saw a small stone falling down from the tree and looking down. He was startled and saw his aunt crossing her waist, staring at him with a cold face, and looking at the sky again, it was already dusk.

He was embarrassed to scratch his head, slowly climbed down the tree, lowered his head to admit his mistake to his aunt, "I am too obsessed with seeing it, and I forgot about the time."

"Not only do you forget the time, but I make your throat hoarse, you just can't hear it. If you can't hear it, I'll hit you with a bamboo pole."

"Auntie, I was wrong!"

"Hmph! You can't just know your mistakes, and you will be punished. If you don't write a word of your homework today, you will be punished for being hungry. Come back with me."

Yuan Qing's little belly was so hungry that he had no choice but to follow his aunt back.

When he returned to the house, he didn't dare to beg for food. He sat down and made up for his homework honestly. Seeing that he knew his mistake, Chen Qiuniang brought the food in front of him and said unhappy: "Give you this time, I will be hungry for the next time."

Yuan Qing was so hungry that he fainted. He picked up his bowl and ate the rice. While eating hard, he still flattered, "I knew my aunt loved me the most and would give me food."

Chen Qiuniang felt distressed and funny when she saw him being so hungry that she felt so hungry, “You little guy is only three years old, and you have to be five years old to start learning martial arts?”

Yuan Qing stopped working and asked in surprise: "Can aunt be a martial artist?"

Chen Qiuniang's face was a little unnatural, "I can't do martial arts, but Niu Niu's father is a powerful general, I heard him say."

"What else? My aunt said to me, I like it!"

When Chen Qiuniang heard about learning martial arts, she forgot to eat, so she knocked on his little head, "Eat first! After the meal, let's finish the homework."

Yuan Qing always worked hard to do his homework, but today, he finished his homework at an unprecedented speed and immediately ran to the kitchen to entangle Chen Qiuniang.

"Auntie, I've finished my homework, tell me quickly!"

Chen Qiuniang was washing dishes, and was so entangled by him that she had no choice but to wipe her hands on the apron and smiled and said, "Actually, I don't know much martial arts, but I can give you a book, which was left by Niu Niu's father."

Yuan Qing jumped up happily. Niu Niu's father was a powerful general, so what he left behind must be the secret of martial arts, "Auntie, give it to me quickly."

Chen Qiuniang took him back to her room and dragged him out of the book box from under the bed. Yuan Qing was surprised that he had read all the books in the box and had not seen any martial arts secrets! Could it be that he used some invisible potion to write it in the crack?

He was thinking a lot, but saw his aunt pulling out a thin booklet from the plywood of the bookcase. Yuan Qing's eyes suddenly widened. It turned out that it was hidden in it. It was really a martial arts secret.

"This book is the only souvenir left by Dad Niu Niu, so I hide it in the plywood, for fear of being ruined by you."

Yuan Qing's face turned red. He didn't know how to cherish books in his previous life. Reading books was eating books. None of his books was complete, and the same was true for his aunt's books. He turned them out so that they either left the pages or broke the lines and fell apart, and there was no complete book. No wonder my aunt wanted to hide it.

"I'll tell you first that this book is a memorial book, and it's not allowed to be broken. You can only read it for one hour a day, and then return it to me."

"Aunt, I promise not to break it!"

Yuan Qing had seen someone in the book. He was impatient and grabbed the book from Chen Qiuniang's hand and ran back to his house. Chen Qiuniang had no choice but to shake her head, "This kid, it would be great if she had the energy to study."

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Although Niu Niu was already asleep early, Yuan Qing was still afraid that she would wake up and make trouble, so he locked the door, so he sat down to study this martial arts secret book with great devoutness.

The book is very thin, only a dozen pages, and the four words "Zhang's sword technique" are written on the cover. Yuan Qing was a little disappointed. He thought it was a martial arts secret to practicing internal skills, just like the Nine Yin Scriptures. It turned out to be a sword technique. After turning a few pages, he was even more disappointed. The sword technique was very simple. Just one left, one right, one upper, one next, one first, one next, one next, one next, one oblique, one straight. ． ． ． ． There are thirty-two swords in total, which is very simple. He will remember it after reading it twice.

If you learn this sword technique, you can become a powerful general? Yuan Qing scratched his head. He was a little doubtful that Niu Niu's father was a sword in the sarcastic world. The sword technique of the servant in the martial arts field just now was much more complicated than this. Is it practical because of simplicity?

Yuan Qing remembered that his aunt knocked on her head, and just knocked her over so simply, but she couldn't avoid it. "Hurry!" Yuan Qing suddenly realized that the knife was fast, so it was simple. Niu Niu's father's nickname must be Zhang Kuaidao.

After figuring this out, Yuan Qing became excited again. He turned to the last page and saw a few words written on it: "This knife technique can be practiced at the age of five. You can hit three thousand trees a day, supplemented by foundation building. At the age of eighteen, you can hit the tree with thirty kilograms for a thousand times. After three incense sticks, you can practice the knife technique."

Yuan Qing couldn't help but be shocked. He waved a thirty-pound knife to cut a tree a thousand times, and had to cut it for three incense sticks at a limited time. What is this? His incredible arm strength, even if he waved his hand a thousand times in his previous life, he felt sore when he waved his hand a thousand times with his hands, let alone taking a thirty-pound knife.

How could this be done? At this time, Yuan Qing noticed the four words in the middle, "supported by foundation building", which means that starting from the age of five, I am afraid that these four words are the key.

So what is foundation building? Taking medicine or meditating to practice internal skills? He searched the book in front, back and forth, and even looked for it in the cracks, without a single word. I am afraid this is a secret skill passed down by ancestrals and will not be written on paper.

He was very disappointed. Without a foundation-building method, how could he wield a thirty kilogram knife to cut a thousand trees in the future? He could only practice the sword skills very skillfully like those servants.

Yuan Qing lay down with his hands on his pillow. He already understood that in ancient times, he had to start training from childhood and build foundations. When he grew up, his strength and speed would be different from ordinary people and to stimulate people's potential to the greatest extent.

Therefore, the fathers of those powerful generals are also great generals, such as Qin Qiong, Cheng Yaojin and others. Their fathers are great generals. Only they know how to cultivate their sons and use special methods to transform their muscles and bones since childhood. It is estimated that this is what the foundation is.

Those soldiers were ordinary farmers and only joined the government soldiers after they became adults. At that time, they could no longer build the foundation, so they could only practice sword skills and would never become generals.

There is no qigong in martial arts novels in this world. The so-called martial arts is not a profound sword technique, but a person who uses sword techniques. For example, Cheng Yaojin only has three and a half moves in his axe, and everyone can learn it. In the Romance, Cheng Yaojin also trained a hundred small Cheng Yaojin.

But why these hundred little Cheng Yaojin can't replace the real Cheng Yaojin? It's because they don't have the power of Cheng Yaojin, his speed, and the will he has cultivated since childhood.

Yuan Qing sighed. Although he already understood, who would help him build the foundation? And each master would build the foundation differently. Just like Qin Qiong's father and Cheng Yaojin's father must have different methods, so Cheng Yaojin could not beat Qin Qiong.

He originally wanted to become a master of the martial arts master, but he figured it out, but he didn't want to go anymore. He should not use deteriorated fertilizers for a good seedling.

I don’t know who Li Yuanba built the foundation. It seems that he is Ziyang Zhenren, his grandmother, who is this Ziyang Zhenren?

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Chen Qiuniang was already asleep in a daze, but she was suddenly awakened by the movements in the yard. She was shocked and pulled out a dagger under the pillow, turned over and rushed to the window with extraordinary agility. If Yuan Qing saw his aunt Chen Qiuniang's speed, she would definitely be scared to death, as fast as a shadow.

Then he suddenly realized why Niu Niu is so fierce and why she became a Hongfu Nu when she grew up, because his aunt actually has martial arts skills.

Of course, Chen Qiuniang also has martial arts skills. Otherwise, with her appearance, she was not the sister of Houzhu Chen, and she had long been killed by the Sui army's wheel camp. How could she keep her innocence?

Chen Qiuniang hid behind the window, gently opened a crack with a dagger, and followed the crack with a crack. She looked at the yard, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and couldn't help laughing.

Under the moonlight, Yuan Qing held a pot lid in his left hand and a spatula in his right hand. He practiced the knife skills carefully in an orderly manner while advancing and retreating, and he was still chanting: "One left, one right, one last, one next......"
Chapter completed!