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Chapter 33 033 Dragon boat crossing three rivers, the Eight Immortals traveling around the world!
The time of indulging in practice passed by quickly, and the three hours of high-intensity foot poking practice made Chen Hao's legs numb and swollen.

He took a bottle of Dieda wine and spread it evenly on the red and swollen legs and feet. Chen Hao found an old bamboo recliner and drank the medicinal wine while resting in a cool place in the corner of the yard.

According to family tradition, the internal cultivation skills of the drunken eight immortals rely on the alcohol and medicinal properties to continuously penetrate the whole body, soothe the tendons and activate collaterals, and nourish the internal organs.

If it wasn't for the lack of alcohol, Chen Hao would have liked to drink the medicinal wine hidden in the cellar as water!
Because this thing can not only improve his physical fitness, subtly improve his physical fitness, but also take into account the growth of the source.

After discovering such high-consumption props as [Eye of Flood Mirage], Chen Hao wished he could spend hundreds or thousands of points on his panel.

"The efficiency is pretty good. I managed to gain 25 points of proficiency in one afternoon." Chen Hao sipped the rich wine stains on his lips, glanced at the data panel, and the progress bar of level 0 had arrived (26/50). Degree.

In terms of improving efficiency alone, this door is only slightly slower than Iron Sand Palm.

……

After lying comfortably for more than an hour, the setting sun in the sky has dyed the clouds with a layer of pink light.

Chen Hao was half-drunk and half-asleep, only feeling that the heat all over his body caused by practicing kung fu and drinking was taken away comfortably by the cool river wind blowing up in the compound.

He stood up with his eyes open, stretched his bones, and the crackling sound of his joints came from his body like a cannonball.

This is the sound of pulling tendons and supporting bones, which is called the sound of body shock and thunder in the Northern School's internal boxing.

In mid-spring, there is a sound of spring thunder, and everything comes out of the earthquake, and the earthquake is thunder, so it is called Jingzhe.

Animals hide in the buried soil for winter and do not drink or eat. When the spring thunder shakes their bodies, they wake up and unearth, starting a new year's growth cycle.

Chen Hao's momentary rest and dormancy, coupled with the shaking of his body and the sound of thunder when he got up, are exactly in line with this stunned way of growth of all things.

"This resting Kung Fu is more comfortable than practicing Kung Fu."

"No wonder grandpa likes to pour two cups in the middle of the afternoon when he has nothing to do, and by the way, he lies on this armchair and takes a nap." Chen Hao felt the strange movement of his body just now.

Practicing Qigong pays attention to a certain degree of relaxation and relaxation, and one cannot blindly advance bravely and diligently.

A good sleep rest can deeply relax the body and wake up more energetic.It is more than a hundred times better to devote yourself to work and study at this time than to stay in a groggy state all afternoon.

……

He went to the bathroom and rinsed his mouth in the faucet, and then wiped the yellow dirt at the corners of his eyes with cold tap water.

After cleaning up the messy courtyard and closing the door of the martial arts hall, Chen Hao went out and walked up the embankment, not intending to continue practicing.

From hands to feet, I have practiced enough kung fu this day, and it is time to relax.

Although the astonishing mirage at noon only lasted for more than half an hour and dissipated, pedestrians, tourists and photography enthusiasts on the embankment were still talking happily.

While squatting by the river and taking pictures of the beautiful sunset, I am also looking forward to another dreamlike mirage.

In addition, it is the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, and the flow of people on the ancient street is much more than usual.

The white pagoda and black tiles, blue brick and wooden windows, and a piece of dragon-carved railings standing along the river, all of which are cast with a hazy and moving filter by the afterglow of the setting sun.

Even at the entrance of Chen Hao's antique Eight Immortals Martial Arts School, many passers-by stopped to take photos and take photos with the gold-plated plaque.

Looking at the revived ancient street, Chen Hao was in a good mood, carrying a small bag, walking slowly, mixed into the bustling crowd, and disappeared at the end of the ancient street.

……

Nothing to do all night, go to the bar to listen to music.

The next day, the Dragon Boat Festival arrived as promised, and the entire Heyang City got up early.

Chen Hao, who spent a whole night at station B, didn't stay in the Ziyuan community. He also unavoidably got up early and came to the riverside of the ancient street. The paddlers stepped onto the slender dragon boat neatly one by one.

"Dong Dong~"

"Dong Dong~"

As soon as 10 o'clock comes, the drums beat together, and the festive atmosphere begins to spread crazily on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

The cheers were like waves of people, one after another, rising and falling.

Even the heat of summer can't dampen the enthusiasm of the people in Heyang City for the festival.

There were no leaders’ speeches and no unnecessary scenes. An iron whistle blew, and eight dragon boats lined up side by side rushed out at the same time from the starting line next to the ancient street cruise terminal.

"Hey yo~"

"Hey~"

"The waves are rolling and the waves are blooming~"

"The arena is at the bottom of Fishing City~"

"Colorful dragons are making noise in the Three Rivers~"

"Chasing the waves is so stylish~"

"Dong Dong~"

"Dong Dong~"

The neat dragon boat chants and the vigorous drumbeats echoed on the river, sweeping away the peace and tranquility of this small county town in the past. The onlookers on both sides of the river were excited and cheering.

First is the dragon, then the dragon, and finally this Dragon Boat Festival competition, rushing to sprint.

After several days of practice, the paddlers on the dragon boat have already become one with the boat. With just one stroke, they stir up waves in the turbid river water. With the thrust of the paddle, the dragon boat rides on the river like a powerful force. The arrows flew out of the bow without stopping.

Chen Hao mixed in the crowd, seeing the astonishing aura of the eight dragons going up against the current and chasing the waves, he also clenched his fists, his mind fluttering, and muttered in his mouth: "It's amazing! It's so aggressive!"

When the eight colorful dragon boats rowed farther and farther, they turned around at the red mark on the upper reaches of the Fujiang River, and the oarsmen began to turn around in unison, sweeping down the river, towards the finish line at the confluence of the three rivers When sprinting, Chen Hao felt as if he saw eight five-color dragons come alive!
Flood dragons are tossing the waters of the three rivers, each of them is scrambling to be the first, as if they are robbing the non-existing [Eye of Flood Mirage] that does not exist in the eye of the whirlpool.

"Dong Dong~"

"Hey~"

"Dong Dong~"

"Hey!"

When the sound of drums and chants got closer, the waves of cheers on both sides of the strait pushed the atmosphere to its peak.

The black dragon boat and the yellow dragon boat in the middle stand out side by side, as if two dragons are swimming to be the first to play with a pearl, one left and one right, chopping the waves, struggling to throw off the six dragon boats chasing behind.

They plunged into the confluence of the three rivers almost indiscriminately, to snatch the lottery head tied with red flowers, and the applause from both sides of the strait boiled like hot oil pouring water.

Chen Hao, who was leaning on the railing among the crowd, was already excited by the momentum of the two dragons competing for the lead. He clasped his hands and fell into some kind of wonderful epiphany: "Strive for crossing, whether it is a dragon boat, We are still human, and living in this world is all about fighting.”

"Fight for the front, fight for the first, fight for the money!"

"Even boxing and martial arts are in competition!"

Chen Hao's thoughts were chaotic, and the scenes in his mind were flipping page by page like a slideshow.

From the various exams he went through as a student, to the bleak business life of entering society, to the tense scenes of fighting with people in the past few days, to the shocking scene of eight dragons entering the water and fighting to cross the river in front of him.

All kinds of pictures come one after another, and all kinds of thoughts are rolling and jumping like electric sparks.

Finally, his thoughts stopped, he looked back, his eyes passed through the bustling crowd, through the chaotic time and space, he looked at the Eight Immortals Martial Arts Hall under the White Pagoda in his memory, and saw the half-drunk man standing under the gold-lettered signboard holding a wine gourd Grandpa half awake.

"Xiao Hao, you must remember what grandpa said!"

"There is no first place in literature, and no second place in martial arts."

"We practice martial arts for the sake of gaining breath. What about strengthening the body and fighting for justice are all bullshit in the mouths of losers."

"This number one, if you don't fight for it, you will be taken away by others."

"Just like the eight immortals on the forehead of the white pagoda! Even if they live to be immortals like them, they still have to compete to see who has the most magical power to cross the sea and land first and come out on top."

Grandpa's previous teachings seemed to be like thunder, and suddenly brought Chen Hao, who was living a leisurely life, back to reality.

In the past few days, the reason why he has studied hard and practiced hard, apart from being encouraged by the data panel, is that the most important thing is that he has a strong desire not to lose from the bottom of his heart.

Facing the frustration and humiliation of Song Shijie, and the helplessness when the martial arts gym was on the verge of bankruptcy, he wanted to use his fists and kicks to turn the world upside down!

No matter what kind of Xingyi boxing gym, martial arts association, no matter what kind of martial arts decline or small family he has, they are all in the fight with each other.

"Grandpa, I seem to understand!" Chen Hao muttered to himself, his blood surging as if breaking the calm state of mind in the past.

He crossed the ancient street embankment against the flow of people, and no longer cared about the outcome of the dragon boat race. Instead, he pushed open the door of the Eight Immortals Martial Arts Hall and put on a black training uniform.

He took off the gauze wrapped around his hand, revealing a wound filled with dark brown scabs.

After a night of rest, with the help of the 【Five-Colored Rope to Avoid Plague】, Lian Tie Sand Palm's injury has healed by three or four points.

Although he was lucky, his hands would still feel itchy like mosquito bites, but Chen Hao couldn't wait any longer.

I saw him in a strong figure, jumped onto the wooden stake in the yard, and walked drunkenly, his figure was like a reckless drunk man staggering on the stake, about to fall down at any time.

And his body was walking, swaying, ups and downs, holding a cup to toast, hitting the ball with both hands, and the whining sound echoed in the yard.

"Zhongli of the Han Dynasty, the drunken immortal...the body is drunk but the mind is not drunk, the fist is drunk and the heart is not drunk." Chen Hao chanted the drunken boxing song in his mouth.

Drunken Eight Immortals and Drunken Huanglong performed one after another, throwing down, kicking, grabbing and throwing. Each move and style brought a mixed change of light and dark power. The heart was beating vigorously, the blood and qi were flowing hotly, and there was a combination of hardness and softness. , the banging sounds in the body became more and more intensive.

Until the last step landed in the air, like the Eight Immortals coming ashore, or a dragon going out to sea, Chen Hao slammed his feet, and rushed forward with a drunken step.

There was just a "click" sound, and the wooden man stake, which was soaked in tung oil and was impervious to fire and water, as hard as iron, was split into two pieces in this punch that released all of Chen Hao's energy!
And he also punched out, and his body seemed to have been drained of strength. His feet gave way and he fell back a few steps. He fell onto his butt and sat in the yard, gasping for air.

He lowered his head and glanced at the intact fist bone, and then looked at the wooden man stake that was beaten into two pieces. Chen Hao's eyes were firm, and he seemed to have some realization in his heart. He muttered: "Dragon boats cross three rivers, and the Eight Immortals travel across the seas... fight..." Fight for crossing, fight for victory..."

The fist intention that had troubled Chen Hao for a long time, and finally realized at this moment that the punch came naturally, emerged from the depths of his heart!

　The first update was sent, and I started writing it in the morning. I revised and revised it and finally finalized this chapter.

　　The protagonist's boxing will is not the drunkenness of the drunken fist, but the struggle.

　　This is also the foundation that runs through the entire book. It is different from the transcendental mentality of adding a little practice. It is to establish Chen Hao's form, so I polished it and spent a little more time. I hope the readers will like it.

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