From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 81 King Kong!
next morning,

Heimu carried the iron altar and squatted on horseback for daily exercise.

But today he took off his shirt, and the pile pose changed from a static horse to a moving horse.

There is a harmonious rhythm between the ups and downs of the body, and the muscles of the whole body are also alternately changing between tense and relaxed states.

Leng Kong, on the other hand, posed in the same posture behind him like a little apprentice, carefully observing the changes in Heimu's muscles and the flow of strength, and stretched out his palms from time to time, sticking them to Heimu's back to feel the muscle rhythm at zero distance.

Exhale. Exhale. Exhale. Exhale.
While adjusting his breathing to the same frequency as Heimu, he controlled his muscles and tried to get closer to Heimu, but no matter how he controlled his muscles, he didn't seem to have the same feeling as Heimu.

"Haha. Take your time. The old man has combined the magic spear with the Erhuliu King Kong model. After decades of hard work, he has reached this point."

"If you can reach this degree of completion now, then you will be really monstrous."

Sensing that the cold air was disturbed, Heimu reminded him in time.

"It's me who is impatient!"

"call"

Leng Kong exhaled slowly, readjusting his breathing rhythm.

Now he finally knows how happy it is to have a master in his hands.

It is as if there is a guiding light ahead, as long as you follow the road, it is much more efficient than crossing the river by feeling for the stones.

"Okay, my pile training is over, and I'm going to meditate."

The realm of martial arts has reached the level of Heimu. Daily strength and pile training are just to maintain physical strength. More is to enter meditation and use the spirit to understand the world, in order to achieve the unity of heaven and man and break through the limit!
"Come on, it's only for a while."

The rhythmic muscles disappeared from the eyes, and Leng Kong seemed to have lost some big treasure. His eyes were fixed on Hei Mu with a pitiful expression.

He felt, how could the light go away?
"Remember the muscle feeling by yourself, and think about it carefully."

"The higher the degree of completion of the King Kong type, the higher the defense and attack will be. Let's understand it, kid!"

Heimu waved his hands, and walked towards the dense forest without looking back.

At the same time, I whispered in my heart,
"With Leng Kong's strong physique, if he can really train to a great success in the diamond shape, and then improve his skills, then his combat power will be truly terrifying.

Ha ha
Just thinking about it, Hei Mu felt his blood heat up, and his long-silent fighting spirit was about to move.

Standing on the top of the mountain, if you have no opponents, then create your own opponents!
Only to break through the maze of martial arts and find a new way forward.

"Little devil, work hard!"

"Try hard to be my fellow Taoist!"

"You have the potential!"

Walking to a giant tree that he usually meditates on, he sat cross-legged on the stone slab below, looked deeply at the direction of Leng Kong, and then held the lotus in both hands, sinking into the space between heaven and earth.

If Leng Kong didn't have this potential, how could he have put so much effort into contributing his muscles.

"How does the muscle feel?"

"Completeness?"

"In the final analysis, it is the control of the muscles!"

"If I knew it earlier, I would have extracted Yuri's super-strong muscles to control it, so it would be much easier to practice."

"At that time, Uncle Heimu's jaw will definitely be shocked."

"Ha ha."

Thoughts were spinning in his mind, Leng Kong controlled the muscles all over his body to continuously tense and relax, and concentrated all his efforts towards the rhythm he felt on Hei Mu's body.

The mental power honed in the pure white world covers the whole body, and he can feel every beat of the muscle movement and every flow of the force delivery with all his heart.

After gradually sinking in, Leng Kong felt as if he had entered Thor's trial again, expelling his body, the cold air of the winter solstice, the sound of the wind in the forest, the depressed air squeezed in the body, death, including time, space and so on.

Everything in the outside world is isolated from his perception.

With the muscle rhythm felt on Kuroki's body as a beacon, and the specific breathing rhythm as an aid, gradually move closer to that "feeling". Closer!
At noon, after Hei Mu finished his meditation, he returned to the lawn of the wooden house, only to find that Leng Kong was still standing there, with an inexplicable sense of harmony in the ups and downs of his body, and his eyes swelled instantly.

"This breath, is the visualization of one's own body?"

"This state, is forgetting everything?"

"Can you devote yourself so quickly?"

"Fizz."

"Is this kid still human?"

Seeing Leng Kong, he looked at his muscles running, touched his muscles rhythm, and entered a state of ecstasy after a morning of useless practice. With Hei Mu's state of mind, he couldn't help but gasp.

"evildoer!"

"call"

White air spit out from Leng Kong's mouth like an arrow, piercing through the cold air and lingering in the air for a long time.

Opening his eyes, Leng Kong felt that his mind and body had never been so relaxed.

It seemed that the death intent and murderous intent remaining in the brain and body were all discharged out of the body along with this breath of white air.

The soul also seems to be washed from the inside out.

On the contrary, the control of the muscles is second.

No, aren't you training your muscles?

Why did it seem like he was tempering his spirit again?
Turning his head, he saw Kuroki who had not fully closed his mouth and asked.

"Uncle, am I too careless?"

"How to practice, and you will enter the state of meditation after practicing."

"Now the mind seems to be a lot more relaxed, but this kind of distraction training can't work?"

Looking at Leng Kong who was eager for knowledge, the corners of Kuroki's eyes twitched.

This is in Fan, right?
Absolutely!
The in-depth cultivation that ordinary people can't ask for turned into a distraction in his mouth, and Heimu resisted so much that he didn't go up and smack him.

"What distraction?"

"This is deep cultivation!"

"Deep cultivation with full concentration!"

Kuroki's face trembled when he spoke.

He can quickly enter that realm only after reaching the ultimate level of martial arts, but unfortunately, it is useless to improve his strength, because at this time his spirit, body, and martial arts have all been cultivated to the full level, and can only be used to comprehend the world.

If he could enter this state extremely quickly at Leng Kong's age, he would have reached the pinnacle of martial arts in his 30s, and he might have opened up a new path of cultivation by now.

"Why do you think most schools have meditation training?"

"That's because meditation can greatly concentrate the mind, purify the mind, eliminate distracting thoughts, and reduce negative emotions, so as to practice more efficiently.

"Is this the first time you have sunk into this state?"

Kuroki explained: "It's normal to feel relaxed!"

"Is that so?"

Leng Kong seems to understand but not understand.

It seems that this is indeed the first time I have sunk into this state.

"I said, what meditation only takes a few minutes"

Heimu suddenly remembered Zhu Mei's words, and his eyes widened: "You were just lazy before, did you never meditate seriously?"

Uh.
"It seems. Is it!"

Leng Kong's tone was weak.

I really don't seem to have meditated. I said "meditate", but I went to the pure white space to die. No wonder the more I practice, the more depressed I become.

The key is that the ice room is cold, and I didn't remind myself!
Otherwise, if I knew that meditation can purify the mind and eliminate negative emotions, I would have practiced it long ago, and I would not be affected by death and murderous intent.

It can only be said that in the state of Bingshiliang, he did not realize the importance of meditation, let alone the condition of Lengkong.

　In the previous chapters, many book friends said that pig feet are a lunatic when they fight.

　　In fact, it follows normal logic.

　　In addition, there is no one to guide it, so it will be like this.

　　What I think is to first use the unyielding to temper the pig's feet, the toughness of the spirit, and the hardness of the will.

　　Then, after meeting the big guy Kuroki, he began to improve the skills, mentality, and width of spirit and will of the pig's feet, and gradually moved closer to the master of martial arts with changes.

　　However, according to the editor, it seems that a lot of people have run away recently.

　　When I finished coding the chapters of the day and went back to change them, at least I wasn’t that crazy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)