I searched for corpses in the Wuding River to extract entries

Chapter 3 Yan Qing Fist

Xie Que sneaked out of the courtyard and swam in the stream in front of the door for a while.

Although Chaochaoer is only a white entry, Xie Que feels like a fish in water.

Even if he held his breath and dived into the water, he could not breathe for a quarter of an hour.

The sky was slightly bright, and Xie Que got up energetically.

He began to exercise, running and jumping in the yard.

Whether it was his adoptive father's weirdness or the unrest of the world, Xie Que felt a deep sense of crisis.

But Xie Que also knows that only by strengthening himself can he have the capital to survive.

Da Shun walked out of the room and gestured to Xie Que.

After years of getting along, Xie Que can also understand Dashun's sign language

Xie Que can learn from it that Dashun has something to go out today, and the corpse can be taken care of by Ermeng.

After Dashun went out, Xie Que also took out a few copper coins from under his pillow, and ran a few kilometers on foot to the outside of Jinmen City.

There are several teahouses here, and they also sell some breakfast for the villagers who go to the city to go to the market.

Xie Que bought a few sesame cakes, a bowl of noodles and tea, and finally a bowl of tofu, and then he burped.

When I got home, Ermeng had already arrived.

He gave Xie Que a silly smile and said hello.

Xie Que also nodded, and then left while covering his nose.

The corpse was so decomposed that the human form could hardly be seen.

But Dashun obtained a kind of potion from nowhere, which had strange effects.

Just slap it on the whole body of the corpse, and it can be restored to its original shape within an hour.

But this kind of work, ordinary people can't do it.

This requires full body contact with the corpse, which makes Xie Que, who prides himself on being brave, feel a chill.

After Er Meng finished his work and moved the body to the morgue, Xie Que gave him a few copper coins as today's wages.

Seeing the back of Er Meng leaving, Xie Que always felt that he was walking a little strangely, just like his shoes didn't fit his feet.

But Xie Que didn't think too much about it, he just thought Er Meng was wearing the shoes of his brother at home, after all, it wasn't the first time that the wrong shoes happened.

After exercising again for a while, and swimming back and forth a few times, Xie Que began to feel lack of physical strength.

The effect of washing tendons and cutting marrow has fully taken effect, and Xie Que can feel his body stronger than ever before.

Xie Que suddenly remembered that there was a booklet on the legs and feet of the dining table, which seemed to be a boxing book.

Because the ground was a little uneven, the dining table was a little shaky and unstable, so Dashun randomly took a book and put it under it.

He remembered that his predecessor had turned over it curiously, but because he was not interested at the time, he let it continue to serve as a table mat.

Xie Que walked into the hall and took it out from under the table.

This is a slightly yellowed sewing booklet.

In the nearby fishing village, corpse hunting is considered a high-status job.

Xie Que attended a free private school in Zhuangzi next door for several years, and he could still read.

I saw the three big characters "Yan Qingquan" written crookedly on it.

Xie Que couldn't help but be overjoyed, just in time to make the purple entry of "Fist never leave his hand" come into play.

Browse through it roughly, the content above is detailed and complete, and each practice method is given corresponding hand-drawn pictures.

Xie Que immediately practiced against it.

What Xie Que said on the first page is "Zongjiao", Xie Que understands it as Zhuanggong.

This style of boxing puts a lot of emphasis on the lower body, and requires standing and kicking for a long time before getting started.

When it was noon, Xie Que had a few steamed buns in the kitchen, and it was considered lunch.

It's just that there is a lack of meat, which makes Xie Que feel a little empty after strenuous exercise.

Thinking that there were not a few copper coins left in his small treasury, Xie Que walked up the Wuding River for more than three miles.

There are several fishing boats parked by the river at this time.

"Brother Xie." The fishermen who knew Xie Que also greeted him enthusiastically.

These fishermen rely on Dashun to get rid of evil spirits in the water, and Dashun also relies on these fishermen to make a living.

Dashun was also not like other corpse hunters, who sometimes took advantage of the fire to rob and ask for sky-high prices.

This also caused the fishermen to have a very good impression of Dashun's family.

Seeing Ermeng's father greet him, Xie Que boarded the boat generously.

At this time, the sun is blazing, the water temperature on the river is higher than in the morning and evening, and the fish are hiding in the depths at this time.

The fishermen also took advantage of this to rest and cast their nets again in the evening.

Xie Que took a closer look, the earthen casserole in the canopy was covered with a lid, but there was still a burst of fragrance.

Ermeng's father opened the lid, and inside were golden fish roe and fatty fish maw.

These are offal, that is, the guts of the fish.

When selling fish, many customers in the city do not want offal.

Because of the strong fishy smell, it is cheap for these fishermen who are begging for a living on the water.

Just some cloudy rice wine, coupled with the fishermen's unique cooking methods, can turn these fishy offals into a delicacy.

When the soup boiled, Ermeng's father cut a large piece of white soft tofu and put it in it.

Xie Que swallowed a mouthful of saliva as the milky white soup continued to emit a strong aroma.

When it was fully cooked, Ermeng's father took out a gourd of homemade glutinous rice wine and poured it for Xie Que.

Several people drank wine with fish offal and began to feast on it.

After eating and drinking enough, Xie Que stood up and shook his drowsy head.

Several fishermen on the boat were drunk and fell asleep, Xie Que patted his stomach and burped, and went straight home.

Da Shun had already returned at this time, he took a look at Xie Que, and seemed to smell the smell of alcohol, but he didn't say much.

After all, there is nothing to eat at home, so if you go to have dinner with those fishermen, you will definitely have to drink some wine.

Xie Que scooped a ladle of water from the tank and drank it, shaking his head with some confusion.

Dashun was finishing picking water and was about to pour it into the jar, when he saw Xie Que came back, he looked at him.

Dashun moved his gaze down slightly, raised his finger and pointed at Xie Que's waist.

Xie Que came to his senses, took out the "Yan Qing Fist" from his waist, and handed it to his adoptive father.

Da Shun waved his hand, and made another gesture, signaling Xie Que to move his feet.

Xie Bu nodded, and then he started to stand with his legs slightly bent.

He could feel that he was much more familiar with this exercise than he was practicing in the morning.

But the next moment, a burst of tearing pain came from the calf muscle, and Xie Que fell to the ground immediately.

Dashun didn't know when he stood next to him, and even kicked his calf.

Standing in the wrong position?Xie Que stood up and understood in his heart.

Then Dashun's dry, bark-like hand stretched out and touched Xie Que's waist.

His lips moved slightly, even though Xie Que didn't understand lip language, he could tell that what Dashun said was the word "strength".

With the guidance, Xie Que quickly found the Yan Qing Quan's pile skills, and the heels of both feet began to rise and fall.

Xie Que's body is not that old, only 15 years old, and his muscles and bones have not yet been formed.

His body is quite flexible, and he can perform some slightly difficult movements after practicing a few times.

Coupled with the help of the purple entry, he got started very quickly, and Dashun nodded in approval again and again.

Xie Que didn't finish the Zhuanggong practice until his calf became a little sore and limp.

Dashun had already prepared dinner at this time, four dishes and one soup, it was extremely rich.

Xie Que shook off his sore arm, sat down at the dining table, and found a somewhat worn pamphlet in front of him.

Xie Que looked through the outline, it was all about Yan Qingquan's practice experience, and more optimizations were made on the original boxing method.

He nodded clearly, and glanced at his adoptive father gratefully.

(End of this chapter)