Doom Roar

Although five days had passed since the heavy rain, there was still a damp smell in the Li family's old house. Water stains after soaking could be seen everywhere on the walls and roof, and white or blue molds even grew in many places.

The first thing Li Li did after entering the house was to wipe off the photo frame on the cabinet with the photo of her and Platoon Leader Li, and carefully put it away, and then carried the cabinet, bed and other wooden furniture one by one to the yard to dry. , and packed those moldy bedding and threw them into the dustbin.

Seeing that Li Li finished these tasks, he turned his head to clean the room again. Xu Mo, who had never done similar work, didn't know how he could help, so he just took a car and rushed to a nearby shopping mall to buy some new ones. The futon sheets, and some necessary living items back.

Perhaps it was because he knew that he already owed Xu Mo a sum of medical expenses, and it was rare for Li Li not to refuse the things Xu Mo brought back. He just put them on the cleaned ground first, and took back the furniture to be dried. Afterwards, the packages are opened one by one and placed in the corresponding positions.

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, when Xu Mo, who was carrying the ladder, finished pasting the last wallpaper in the room, Li Li, who had disappeared for nearly half an hour, entered the room from the outside, carrying some vegetables and a small bag rice. [

After setting up the small round table and two wooden stools, and taking out two sets of clean bowls and chopsticks and putting them on the table, Li Li turned around without saying a word and went into the small kitchen to wash rice and vegetables and start dinner.

Xu Mo was a little surprised by Li Li's gesture of approval, and then suddenly felt moved by the reward of hard work. Even though Li Li hadn't said a word of thanks to him so far, this extra pair of bowls and chopsticks was more than enough. It's a thousand words.

About half an hour later, a very ordinary home-cooked meal of two dishes and one soup was placed in front of Xu Mo.

A plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes, a plate of roasted eggplant, and a large bowl of egg soup with cucumber slices.

It is said that the children of the poor are the early masters of the family, but what surprised Xu Mo was that Li Li didn't seem to have any talent in cooking. Although the three dishes were not so good that they would poison people to death, they were absolutely delicious. It can't be called delicious.

After eating this dinner in a quiet almost depressing atmosphere, Li Li, who cleared the table, sat opposite Xu Mo again, stared at him silently for a long time, and then suddenly asked, "What should I call you?"

It was only then that Xu Mo remembered that Li Li still didn't know his name, and smiled apologetically, "You can just call me Xu Mo."

"Xu Mo..." Li Li lowered his eyes slightly in silence for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and said calmly, "I owe you my life, and I will pay it back to you in the future."

Xu Mo was taken aback by surprise, then shook his head again and again and said, "Don't say that, your brother, Platoon Leader Li, once saved my life..."

"My brother is my brother, and I am me." Li Li got up and went to the cabinet to pick up the photo frame for the group photo, and gently swipe his finger on the glass on the surface, then suddenly turned his head and asked Xu Mo: "You have come to me several times, what exactly is it for?"

It was only then that Xu Mo remembered that he had come to find Li Li this time, and hurriedly took out the translation of "Seven Killing Swords" that he carried with him, put it on the table, and said, "It's like this, I got an ancient martial arts secret book by accident. , I want to cultivate but I still can’t find the right way, I’m here this time to ask you to give me some pointers..."

"Ancient martial arts?"

Hearing Xu Mo's explanation, Li Li, who had always been calm, couldn't help feeling a little moved. After all, she was a practitioner of ancient martial arts and knew how difficult it is for a set of ancient martial arts to be passed on in this modern society where martial arts have declined.From a certain point of view, ancient martial arts is the greatest wealth that China has inherited so far, and it is far from being comparable to those so-called treasures and antiques.

Taking the translated version of "Seven Killing Swordsmanship" on the table, Li Li sat on the edge of the bed and read it line by line under the dim incandescent light above his head. His originally plain expression gradually became more serious.

Li Li read the content of less than [-] characters for half an hour, until she turned the last page, she took a deep breath, raised her head and said to Xu Mo: "I don't know if I should congratulate you , what your book records is not ancient martial arts, but ancient martial arts."

"Ancient Martial Arts? Isn't it Ancient Martial Arts? Is there any difference?" Xu Mo was taken aback for a moment, but he couldn't see the difference between the two just from the literal meaning.

"No, ancient martial arts and ancient martial arts are completely two concepts, and the difference between them is even greater than the difference between inner and outer martial arts."

Li Li got up and put the translated version of "Seven Killing Swordsmanship" back on the table in front of Xu Mo, then went out of the house and picked up a few intact red bricks, and arranged them into three groups of two.

"Foreigners' exercises focus on copper skin and iron bones, and use strength to injure the enemy, just like this." [

While speaking, Li Li suddenly half-kneeled on the ground, and with the momentum of his fall, he punched the surface of the first set of red bricks, and the two red bricks shattered instantly.

After getting up, Li Li blew away the dust on the face of his fist, turned his palm back and made Xu Mo glance at the scratched back of his hand, and said, "However, no matter how you practice it, foreign martial arts can never get rid of the physical strength limit of human beings. The limit that can be endured, hurting the enemy will also hurt oneself... Simply put, the essence of foreign martial arts is to compete to see whose body is stronger."

Then Li Li punched the second set of red bricks again. Although the face of the fist stopped suddenly about one centimeter from the surface of the red bricks, the red bricks below were still shattered as if hit by a sledgehammer, and the top The center of the red brick was completely crushed into fine powder by a force of form.

"This is the so-called internal skill of ancient martial arts, which does not rely on the body, but completely relies on the Qi accumulated in the body, which is commonly referred to as internal force to defeat the enemy.

However, what needs to be explained is that, influenced by those martial arts novels and TV dramas in modern society, many people think that the so-called internal force is generated out of thin air from the body and grows by relying on the so-called acupoint circulation, but in fact, this kind of cognition is not It is dead wrong.

In fact, internal force is a kind of energy, and if it is energy, there must be an energy source.The energy source of internal force is actually not in the human body, but in the world around us. The human body is just a container for temporarily storing the energy of internal force. It's just a special method.

As for the so-called acupoint circulation, Xing Da Xiao Zhou Tian said that it is actually just the smoke emitted by the Nei Jia Gong sect. In fact, the practice of Nei Jia Gong only has two things, absorbing internal energy and expanding the sea of ​​​​qi.

As for those air pockets, in fact, they are small seas of air that exist only to instantly increase internal force, and their function is similar to the pressurization equipment of tap water.But by fine-tuning the operation of the internal forces inside these air pockets, practitioners of internal martial arts can make many attack and movement methods that practitioners of external martial arts will never be able to do. "

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Zhao Nan called me today and said that he was using my "Doomsday Roar" as a script to draw comics, and when he posted it on the Internet, I will give you the website address... But don't have too much hope for the picture, Zhao Nan was in The nickname of our painting class is "Rough Master". g! ~!