Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

Chapter 57
"Put your chest up, keep the top of your head in line with your spine, and pay attention to the rhythm of my breathing!"

Gong Ruomei taught the apprentice the most basic horse stance with a stern face. Although there was curiosity in her eyes, the attitude of a strict teacher was full.

Standing in a horse stance, led by Gong Ruomei, the body undulates in a strange rhythm, and the breath changes with each undulation.

The changes of the body and breathing are based on nine times as a reincarnation.

"Let the muscles in your whole body tense up or even fear, and imagine yourself standing on the edge of a cliff!"

Seeing that only the changes in body and breathing could not fully engage Zhao Wen's spirit, Gong Ruomei secretly sighed in her heart that no wonder her father lamented that the other party was born with supernatural power. After practicing martial arts for more than ten years, his body might not be as strong as this person who can't even stand on horseback. .

Zhao Wen imagined himself standing on the edge of a cliff, the muscles of his whole body tightened instantly, his figure and breathing just started a new cycle, and a mysterious place in his body trembled suddenly.

All the cells in the whole body seemed to jump at the same time, and in just a split second, the flowing internal force in the meridians disappeared by one-third in an instant.

Seeing that there was only one change in breathing after he had just taught him, Zhao Wen began to emit a burst of foul-smelling black sweat all over his body, and one after another foul air was continuously spit out from Zhao Wen's mouth with his breathing.

"Full devotion!"

Gong Ruomei's complexion changed, and she rushed to her father's room as fast as she could, pulled out an old ginseng, grabbed it, and ran to the backyard quickly.

Zhao Wen's change like this has already been stepped into the door, but she remembers that it took her several years to reach this step.

But now I don't care about these things anymore. After I finished my first horse stance training back then, I seemed to be able to eat a cow.

Since ancient times, if one is poor in culture and rich in martial arts, if one does not have enough nutrition to supplement when practicing martial arts, what one is consuming is one's own life.

When Zhao Wen opened his eyes again, he felt relaxed all over his body, and immediately smelled a stench. Before he could react, a voice said nervously from the side: "Quick, eat this old mountain ginseng." go down!"

Turning her head slightly, she saw Gong Ruomei's pretty face next to her, and she handed a ginseng to her mouth.

After taking a few steps back, Zhao Wen noticed that the stench was actually coming from him. His expression changed immediately, and he asked quickly, "Where is the bathing place?"

"Your body is fine?" Gong Ruomei looked at Zhao Wen who was looking energetic not far away, and couldn't believe her eyes. If she remembered correctly, the time she was immersed in cultivation that day was far less than that of this junior brother. But after the practice, his whole body felt weak, and he almost fainted from hunger.

"What can I do? Do you want me to do something?" Looking at Gong Ruomei strangely, she asked again: "Where is the bathing place? I want to wash it first!"

Bringing Zhao Wen to the tub, and after coming out, he silently put away the old ginseng. For the first time in his life, Gong Ruomei had a new understanding of the rich and the poor.

Wu is not passed on lightly, because not only must there be enough nutrition to supplement at the beginning of the cultivation step, but also to eat and drink for a long time in the later stage, so that the body can recover.

But not only did Zhao Wen not stand on horseback for several months or even years like ordinary people before he could slowly adjust to the entrance, but also the physical consumption after the entrance had no effect at all.

From this alone, she can be sure that Zhao Wen must have come from a rich family, so that he can accumulate a lot of nutrients in his body.

She even felt that this is the correct way to practice martial arts.

And Zhao Wen, who finished washing himself, came out of the water, wiped the water droplets on his body, and echoed the trembling of the cells in his body when he stood on horseback just now.

In just a split second, one-third of his internal energy disappeared, and Zhao Wen clearly felt that all the lost internal energy was absorbed by his body cells as nutrients.

Only this time, the cells in his whole body were at least twice as strong, plus the necrotic cells in the body were expelled from the body, as well as the impurities that were expelled after the internal force was absorbed by the cells.

Clenching his fist lightly, his body was three times stronger than before practicing.

"There are so many people who practice martial arts in this world, and other people definitely don't have such a big harvest!" Zhao Wen whispered to himself.

This is not his arrogance, but his self-confidence after a deep understanding of himself.

Now he has understood that the horse stance should be to use body shape and breathing plus his own spirit to substitute, so that the cells of his whole body tense up in an instant.

When the cells become active, they will naturally absorb nutrients from the body to strengthen themselves.

I can put hundreds of years of internal energy into my body as nutrients, how can other people accumulate so many nutrients that can be absorbed by cells.

"time to eat!"

Gong Ruomei's crisp voice sounded outside, Zhao Wen smiled lightly, got dressed and walked out.

Outside, Gong Ruomei was still wearing a set of white practice clothes that wrapped her tightly, and looked at Zhao Wen curiously, just took a bath, but in Gong Ruomei's eyes, Zhao Wen's skin seemed to be much more delicate than before.

Seeing that Zhao Wen didn't speak, after glaring at him, he led Zhao Wen all the way to a room next to the kitchen.

After Gong Baosen with a smile on his face and Ma San with a cold face looked at Zhao Wen, surprise appeared in their eyes at the same time.

It was just a practice, but Zhao Wen's body actually gave them a faint sense of oppression, and the whole person had a sharp feeling. If it wasn't for the first time they saw each other, they didn't see a trace of cultivation on Zhao Wen at all. You might even think that this is a genius who has cultivated since childhood.

Gong Baosen was undoubtedly a practicer of eating and sleeping without talking, seeing that the two of them didn't speak after they came in, they just picked up their chopsticks and started eating.

Sitting lightly on the chair, before raising his hand to take the chopsticks, the chair under him clicked. After an awkward smile, he raised his hand to reach the chopsticks. Before he could use any force in his hands, the chopsticks he had just grasped had broken into two pieces. Cut, even the place Zhao Wen squeezed turned into powder.

The strength of the body grew too fast, and I didn't adapt for a while, and I used too much force!

But even though he knew it, Zhao Wen absolutely had no solution in a short time.

He looked awkwardly at Gong Baosen and Ma San who continued to eat quietly. If this was in the Chu Palace, someone would directly feed him without opening his mouth, but here, it became a big trouble.

"Pfft!"

Gong Ruomei covered her mouth and chuckled, stood up and took out an iron bowl and a pair of iron chopsticks from the cabinet behind and handed them to Zhao Wen, at the same time, she kept picking the dishes on the table into Zhao Wen's bowl.

After Gong Baosen and Ma San finished eating as quickly as possible, they got up and left, and walked to a deserted place, and then sighed at the same time!
It's just a practice, and there are such big changes, and the body does not have the wear and tear of others after the first successful martial arts training, plus the natural power!

"Heavenly Wizards!"

(End of this chapter)