Will you go out to urinate, accidentally splash some god, 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 was crying and slapping 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 cooking a large vat of medicinal soup. The aroma was fragrant.

The medicinal materials in this large vat are not expensive. 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 not spend as much money as Wei Bo, otherwise even their richest family fortune 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, and it will be a matter of course. Luck

If you are good, it is not impossible to reach the fourth realm."

With any luck.

After Chen Ping'an heard this, he felt that it was definitely over.

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

Chen Pingan had an ominous premonition.

The old man stopped his smile, his mood suddenly calmed down, and he slowly put on a simple and time-honored 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 scare away the evil spirits in the world, stir up the turbidity and raise the purity."

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 very simple, hardship cannot be earned 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 continuous 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

Perseverance. Even if Lin Shouyi later learned 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 known as the indestructible Daluo Jinxian. 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 is willing not to fight back, then he will be able to support hundreds of punches after being accumulated by his own moves?! And he can deliver 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 in sweat.

Like a drowned rat that just landed on the beach.

The old man nodded and said with a smile: "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 anything 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 great ways! 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. The page also described a graceful woman, whose figure and appearance were stunning. The text said that this woman, the Rain Master, cared about the common people and did not hesitate to transgress and violate the laws.

Tian Tiao sent down the rain without authorization, and her golden body was imprisoned on a altar to endure it day and night. In the edict issued by the Emperor of Heaven, there were the four words "it is your own fault". I immediately started to fight against the case.

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 Pingan'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 loud 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 eloquent words, he knew the weather of Wei Wei called Yunzheng Daze. But the beauty is a beauty,

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 "emotional". The old man stepped on Chen Ping'an's sea of ​​​​qi located in the lower Dantian, and it surged upwards.

Chen Ping'an felt like his liver and intestines were torn apart, and he was about to vomit all his internal organs out of his throat 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 Ping'an! Listen up! The breath that is the beginning of martial arts has been found by you. Isn't 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 thread no thicker than a silk thread, like the Qi of a fire dragon, began to rush wildly through the meridians in his chest. He laughed and said: "Okay!"

The old man took back his foot, put it behind his back with one hand, and flicked his finger at Chen Pingan with the other hand, "I once watched the confrontation between the two armies on the top of the mountain. It was really wonderful. It was like a dragon and an elephant fighting. The dragon is the strongest in the water, and the elephant is the strongest on land."

The biggest one, that battle can be called the swan song of a hundred years on the battlefield! I have learned a punch for it, called the Iron Cavalry Chisel Formation!"

Every time the old man casually flicked his fingers, Chen Pingan would break a rib.

This was the first time Chen Pingan cried out in pain.

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

The child in green clothes sitting on the railing outside the corridor was frightened and almost fell down. The girl in pink skirt downstairs was so lost 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 now, 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 any unnecessary extravagance 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 dare to take the stairs and just jumped down. He only dared to let the girl in pink skirt move Chen Pingan, and he himself didn't dare to pass by the old man at all.

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However, when he got downstairs, after giving some unnecessary reminders to Wei Bo, 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.

He got ahead of her, walked into the house bravely, and picked up 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 fall short, 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 no 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 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 looking dazed.

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 sleeping. She just stared with her eyes wide, but in fact she could not do anything.

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 girl in the pink skirt found this difficult. But her master was already in such a miserable state 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!"

Girls in pink skirts are a bit awkward and always feel weird.

Being ambitious? It doesn’t seem right. Being 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 ethics 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 'Chivalrous Young Master of the River'.
To be continued...