I can see the script of life

Chapter 4
Xu Cheng looked at Du Jianghe, thinking in his heart, the protagonist of "The Richest Man" sounds very rich, and according to Du Jianghe's main line, there seems to be something that can be manipulated.

He put away the seriousness on his face, showed a smile on his face, hugged Du Jianghe's shoulders, and said to Du Jianghe kindly, "It's okay, if you need to find someone, just look for someone, by the way, I heard that you are now a gang member? "

"Not yet..."

"That's about to happen? When you join the guild, come to the yamen to find me." Xu Cheng said with his hands behind his back.

Du Jianghe's face immediately turned earthy, and Xu Cheng's father was known as the number one expert in Qingshan Mansion, with a respected status, so he went to the Yamen by himself...

Xu Cheng looked at Du Jianghe's expression with satisfaction, stepped forward to pat him on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, it's a good thing!"

Du Jianghe immediately raised his head, "Thank you, Young Master Xu."

"Call me Brother Xu."

"Brother Xu!"

After Du Jianghe left, Xu Cheng looked at the prompts on the previous panel.

To replace the protagonist of Du Jianghe's Destiny script "The Richest Man", 10 Destiny Points are needed, but he had tested it on the street before, and it took [-] Destiny Points to replace the protagonist of the white script.

Of course Xu Cheng doesn't have so many destiny points to be the protagonist, but he can be a supporting role.

Look at the prompt.

To become a supporting role in the script of "The Richest Man", you need 100-10000 destiny points.

The gap between the character and the protagonist is as large as a hundred times.

It's a pity that Xu Cheng currently doesn't even have a hundred destiny points, and he can't become a supporting role.

But he believes that there is a script in life, but people are alive. If the protagonist of the script follows him all the time, he will always be involved in the script. I don't know if he can get the status of a supporting role in this way?

Randomly sprinkled a seed and came to Old Man Wang's door.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!
"Who?"

"I, Xu Cheng!"

The door opened, and a hale and hearty old man came out from inside. With his hands behind his back, he looked at Xu Cheng, "Xiao Cheng, have you got enough money?"

It seems that Wang Daming has already told his father that Xu Cheng is coming to practice martial arts.

Xu Cheng nodded, took out the prepared silver and handed it to the old man.

The old man took the silver and nodded in satisfaction, "That's right, it's enough for your medicine soup for half a month."

He looked Xu Cheng up and down, "I heard from Daming that you don't have any talent in martial arts?"

Xu Cheng nodded and said calmly. "Born with blocked meridians, blood energy cannot flow smoothly, and there is no future in practicing martial arts."

Old man Wang glanced at Xu Cheng with interest, isn't this kid quite calm?How can there be so much bitterness and hatred that his own son said.

Xu Cheng didn't know what Wang Daming told his father. What he said was that the kid from the Xu family couldn't cultivate, so he gave up on himself and begged for death several times.

The old man Wang who didn't intend to teach others was forced to come out to teach Xu Cheng.

"Let me see your talent for horizontal training first, bear with it!"

After finishing the words, old man Wang stretched out his hand and pinched it, which happened to pinch a rib under Xu Cheng's armpit.

Well!
Xu Cheng's whole body went numb, half of his body almost lost consciousness.

"It's okay." Old man Wang nodded, "The root bone has already formed, it's okay to practice and play, as long as it's not too much, with the medicinal soup I made, I'm not afraid of breaking it." He had met Xu Cheng before. Well, when I was young, this kid couldn't bear any hardships, but now if he wants to practice horizontally, he probably won't be able to endure such hardships.

Xu Cheng heard the meaning of old man Wang's words, without explaining, he just said, "Thank you, Grandpa Wang."

Old man Wang paced with his hands behind his back, "It's your first day of practice. Let me tell you about the difficulty of horizontal practice. You should think about it carefully."

Xu Cheng immediately showed an expression of all ears.

"Martial arts pay attention to blood qi like a rainbow, use your own blood qi as a melting pot, regard the body as a tool for producing blood qi, and regard blood qi as the foundation. Basically, the existence of blood energy is to exercise every inch of the body until the knife and the ax do not hurt the body at all.

Which of these two do you think is stronger? "

Xu Cheng hesitated for a moment, then tentatively said after a while, "Inner training in martial arts?"

The old man Wang didn't answer directly, "The combat power of a horizontal martial artist at the same level exceeds that of internal martial arts, but there is no way forward for horizontal training. After changing blood, there is no horizontal training...

But they are all practicing martial arts, so there is no distinction between strength and weakness. Ah Cheng, remember that martial arts is a killing technique, and when you strike, it is aimed at killing people.Those who can beat others are good at martial arts, let him practice internally and horizontally! "

Xu Cheng nodded in agreement, as long as he can kill people, he is good at martial arts!
Inexplicably, he thought of the martial arts novels of his previous life. The era when strong men came out in large numbers was a time of great turmoil. In such an era of turbulent times, warriors have enough actual combat to make progress and become stronger so quickly.

Think about the period of the Republic of China, there were still dozens of master warriors who killed indiscriminately in the army of the little devils. As a result, the more we came to the modern peace period, the fewer such legendary characters.

Even if it occasionally appears in people's eyes, it is still a display of lightness kung fu.

From the bottom of his heart, he agreed with Old Man Wang's words.

Seeing that Xu Cheng agreed with his point of view, the old man Wang smiled, his eyes almost disappeared, "Today, I will teach you my horizontal kung fu, "Iron Leg Kungfu", and you can walk like flying at the level of Xiaocheng, and you can walk like flying. In other words, it is not difficult to fight a knife with your leg if you practice to great success."

As he spoke, he walked to the wicker chair in the yard and sat down, stroking the old yellow dog beside him, "Horizontal training, training is strength, speed, and hardness. Great strength and speed are naturally the key points, but Being able to resist is where a horizontal martial arts practitioner can outperform a martial arts practitioner in the same realm."

Xu Cheng nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. He understands the truth. He is stronger than you, more flexible than you, and more resistant than you. It is not too much to beat you, right?
"The purpose of horizontal training is stronger strength, faster speed, and a more resistant body. But..."

He changed his voice, "Horizontal martial arts practitioners are short of blood, it is impossible to achieve everything, and there is no way to balance energy and talent, so there is a choice. My "Iron Leg Kung Fu" is dedicated to training legs and feet. Law."

He stood up, took Xu Cheng's silver and walked out, "So, let's start practicing now, see that wooden stake? Kick each leg a thousand times first."

Xu Cheng nodded seriously.

boom!
boom!
boom!
The sound of legs colliding with wooden stakes echoed in Old Man Wang's small courtyard.

It was not until evening that old man Wang came back from outside.

Seeing that Xu Cheng was still carrying the wooden stake with all his strength, a look of surprise flashed across his face, "Have you practiced all afternoon? How many times are you short?"

Xu Cheng wiped the bean-sized beads of sweat on his head, "Nine hundred strokes on the left leg, and eight hundred strokes on the right leg."

"There is tenacity." Old man Wang praised, and used the prescription he had learned in the martial arts gym to help Xu Cheng make the medicine.

A thousand left and right kicks may seem simple, but each kick needs to be exhausted. Xu Cheng is a beginner, and he has already exhausted himself from such intensive practice. After five hundred kicks, almost every time he lifts his leg, he can rely on his strength. It's all about perseverance.

After a long time, Xu Cheng finally finished the first day's practice, lying on the ground directly, without the strength to even move his fingers.

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(End of this chapter)