The Last Mecha

Chapter 17 Standing Standing, Three in One
"Drinking, drinking, nothing but alcohol, no money, no job. Go to your mother's tiger stove, go to your mother's robot. I'm your robot grandma."

Jiang Song at night, with the cold moonlight hanging over the treetops, the horse running staggered across the gravel road, heaving his body up and down with the stones under his feet, his face was full of wine, and he yelled fragments of vocabulary that others could not understand.

At this time, a week had passed since the night of horror in the tiger's stove, and in the end shopkeeper Liu did not take action against the horse.After all, he just bought a machine secretly, and strictly speaking, it may not be illegal. In addition, Paomazhang, a fool who has been in the city for a few years, doesn't understand anything at all.

What he really needs to be wary of is the person who secretly used the smelting machine. The other party is an expert and behaves strangely. This makes shopkeeper Liu feel that behind it is a huge organization that he can't afford to offend.

So he just frightened Paomazhang and drove him away, and then quietly transported the smelting machine to another place at night.

Of course Zhang doesn't understand the benefits and disadvantages. For him, he just lost his job again. He can only do part-time jobs this week. Seeing that the money in his pocket is getting less and less, he can't help but use alcohol to relieve his worries. When he drinks, the money is gone less.

Paoma Zhang did the same tonight. He was beaten out by a buddy with a mop after drinking in the tavern.At this moment, he is in a daze, seeing everything is a double image, as if there is a glass filled with wine in the middle, he doesn't think about how to survive in the future, and just spits out all the dirty words in his heart with the strength of alcohol.

Not far away is the shack where he lived in desperation. The floor is muddy, and there is no straight road that is more than ten meters long from the beginning to the end.

Pao Ma Zhang burped into his small shabby house, only to find a stack of small money and an envelope on the bed.

He stepped forward, looked at the money, it was almost his food expenses for a week, opened the envelope again, and the piece of paper he took out made him sober up, his eyes straightened.

Even if he didn't know a few words, he knew that it was an employment letter for a worker in the machinery factory of Jiuhua Heavy Industry in the south of the city, with Paoma Zhang's name written on it, and it was a job that he couldn't get even if he sharpened his head.

He rushed out of the shanty at a brisk pace, looking at the darkness surrounded by candlelight, his heart felt silly.

Wu Gou walked on the avenue under the shade of willows and lights, thinking that by this time Paoma Zhang must have received his things.

It's not that he feels guilty about him, it's just that he did it conveniently, and it didn't cost a lot of money. He has a lot of ways to get that thing.

It was not a short distance to get the potion from the densely populated shanty towns to Huaining Street where his home was located in the concession, but Wu Gou walked briskly, without any sign of panting.

His physical fitness plan was faster than he imagined. Without waiting for ten days, Wu Gou felt that his physique had made an order of magnitude leap after only a week of nourishing Qi and supplementing with medicine and food. covered.

So he made up his mind that he would not delay for a day, and the martial arts training would start tonight.

Back home, the Wu family was quiet at this point in time, with only the vague sound of arguing between the Subei couple next door, and occasionally the sound of plates falling to the ground.

Since Wu Gou took 100 yuan home in two days, the family has less restraint on him.

He quietly returned to his small, narrow room, took a deep breath, and then, as if he had just returned to the day a hundred years ago, he put on a single-weight and four-level posture, which is the mother frame of Xingyiquan." "Eagle Catch Style", also known as "Three Talent Style".

Wu Gou dabbled in various martial arts in his previous life, from Yuzhou's Bajiquan, Youzhou's Fanziquan and Piguamen, to Qilu's Tanglangquan, there are dozens of internal and external boxing skills, more or less contaminated.

Among them is the reason why Daxia martial artists like to make friends with martial arts, exchange spear skills for sword tactics, and communicate with each other. It is more because Wu Gou traveled all over the world when he was young and did a lot of hard work in his previous life, meeting many people.

But no matter how much you learn, there are always likes and dislikes and specializations. In the last life, Wu Gou practiced for the longest time and remembered the deepest Xingyiquan, which originated from Yue Wumu in the Southern Song Dynasty. Therefore, his martial arts training in this life is naturally the same. Start here.

Eastern martial arts pay attention to static braking, so stance standing is often the first stage of martial arts training. The strength of the eagle catch pose is not small in the stance exercise. The hands and feet are clasped together, the palms are round and the tiger's mouth is round, and the dantian of the head and arms is topped. Muscle coordination and endurance are required, and the single weight of the foot also requires precise control of the strength of the first three and the last seven, so as to ensure that the overall balance is not affected, but the movement is flexible and there is reality in the virtual.

Wanting to do everything, consumes a lot of physical strength and energy.

After two hours, Wu Gou swung his fist out of a stillness, his body covered in sweat and salt sprayed an arc in mid-air, and this first trip was considered to be over.

Wu Gou sat down on the bench, gasping for breath, the sweat dripping from his body began to trickle down the tip of his nose, the back of his hands, and the heels of his legs as he turned quietly. A piece of muscle rolled out, accompanied by burning heat, as if it was being roasted.

But he had no intention of resting. He simply wiped off his perspiration with a towel, and after burning some medicine on the stove, Wu Gou sat cross-legged again and started the other two procedures. It is recognized by later generations as the fastest way to improve energy.

Fortunately, nourishing qi can replace the effect of sleep to a certain extent, otherwise Wu Gou would not have enough time in a day including running around every day.

After he finished everything, it was late at night, and the value on the qi detector became 0.86, which was not even as good as the effect of the first medicine adjustment, but he couldn't feel anything except physical and mental exhaustion.After Wu Gou stuffed it back into the bed, he fell asleep, and there was only an hour and a half left before dawn.

When the cock crowed the next day, although Wu Gou had regained his energy, Wu Gou opened his eyes. His body was so sore that it was almost impossible to get up. He had to bear the pain and massage his whole body on the bed, and only then did he feel some relief.

In fact, whether it was the adjustment of medicine or the dosage of martial arts, Wu Gou gave himself a heavy hand on the premise of not hurting his body.

He feels that it is a race against time now, and it is nothing to suffer more.But the high-intensity training caused him to miss the time to burn the stove in the morning. After being complained by his elder sister Wu Jingting, he still couldn't help but feel a little wronged.

The first moment was the hardest. For four consecutive days, Wu Gou spent every day with his limbs sore and swollen.

What's more tormenting is that the number on the Qi detector is also progressing slowly, increasing slowly by 0.01 every day, which is not much different from when I didn't practice martial arts before.

But Wu Gou also knew in his heart that this was a stage where he was accumulating a lot, so he gritted his teeth and persisted. After four days, this tormenting state finally changed.

(End of this chapter)