I add points to my martial arts in the real world

Chapter 17 The most afraid of the air suddenly quiet

"When you practice martial arts, you not only train your body, but also your heart. Every time you hit your hands, it is also your determination and perseverance in practicing martial arts. If you can't bear this hardship, give up as soon as possible."

Mr. Dong looked at Qian Dong's trembling and red hands and felt a little unbearable, but he still said it with a hard heart.

In fact, what Qian Dong didn't know was that he only learned a little bit about it at that time. It was one thing for his family to be poor, but it was more because he couldn't bear the hardship, so he became proficient in the airs and exercises, plus As he grew older, he gained a better understanding of palm techniques, and even developed his strength to the point where it naturally penetrated the whole body. However, he had never endured hardship and had no energy to hit people. To put it bluntly, he was just a showman.

"Haha, it's okay, Grandpa Dong. You just need to get used to this kind of thing."

Qian Dong spoke with some vibrato unconsciously. After not practicing, his arms were sore, numb, hot, and painful. They all came to his heart. Don't mention that feeling, but just thinking about lying on the hospital bed. Her heart hardened again. She couldn't become a talented person even if she had a golden finger. What was the difference between that and a pile of mud?

"Come on, come into the room and I'll help you take care of it."

Mr. Dong brought Qian Dong indoors and asked him to sit aside. Then he took a washbasin and a few bottles from the room and walked out.

Taking advantage of this time, Qian Dong called up the attribute panel and added the remaining 0.38 skill points to Youlong Baguazhang. He watched as the proficiency of Youlong Baguazhang increased from 17 to 397, and there were still 103 proficiency points left before upgrading. At this time, Qian Dong regretted why he didn't save more skill points. At this time, it would be good if he could upgrade and bring a little attribute improvement to restore his palms.

However, after adding skill points, although the improvement of skills did not significantly improve the attribute points, Qian Dong felt much more comfortable. I don't know if it was because of his heart.

"Come on, hold out your hand."

Mr. Dong began to unpack a bottle of medical alcohol. It seemed that he had prepared it yesterday. He must have thought that he would need it.

"Does this hurt, Grandpa Dong?"

Qian Dong's voice trembled a little when he said this.

"Haha, it's okay, this doesn't hurt."

Mr. Dong said with a chuckle, just like coaxing a child.

"Um...Grandpa Dong, I have a wine flask in my arms. Could you please open it for me and give me a drink?"

Qian Dong's head twitched when he asked the question just now. His palms were abraded, and the sandbags were made of linen. When he slapped them, the skin on his palms naturally broke. Now that he has cleaned them with alcohol, the sour feeling is obvious.

"it is good."

Mr. Dong took out the jug and fed it to Qian Dong's mouth. Qian Dong was not polite and drank half the jug.

"Haha, from now on you will have my medicine bars in it. The medicine can be taken internally or externally."

Mr. Dong said casually, and then while Qian Dong was distracted, he started to rinse Qian Dong's palms with alcohol.

"Okay...ah!!!"

Qian Dong was still saying okay, but the last one turned into a scream. Not only his hands were shaking, but his whole body was shaking, but he still restrained himself and did not take his hands out.

"Haha, this needs to be cleaned. The deformation and discoloration of the hands you mentioned is due to the external Kung Fu practice and the wounds were not cleaned after practice, resulting in residues. Over time, the wounds will become discolored.

Of course, there are also intentional residues. For example, those who practice Iron Sand Palm will deliberately leave part of the iron sand behind. If this continues for a long time, the back of the hand will seem to be mixed with iron sand. Let alone hitting people, the stone will be broken when it hits the masonry. "

Mr. Dong rubbed Qian Dong's wound vigorously while talking to divert his attention.

"Hey~~ Isn't it going to be very painful in old age?" Qian Dong gasped, and then did not forget to reply. In fact, it is not that painful, it is just a performance of Qian Dong. Although he is a rural boy, he can't be said to endure hardships. He has grown up, but he has not grown up in a honeypot, so some pain is still acceptable. A crying child has milk to drink. He is crying now.

"Well, this is also the reason why fewer and fewer people practice and teach these foreign martial arts. Those who practice this will have to have their limbs amputated in severe cases when they are old. In mild cases, they will suffer unbearable pain in their later years. Now that the conditions are better, who is willing to let their children Eat this hardship.”

"So the children in Grandpa Dong's family don't learn martial arts either?"

Qian Dong asked casually. Grandpa Dong had a family, but his wife passed away a few years ago. His son was also very promising, doing business outside, and his grandson lived with his son.

"Of course, who is willing to let their children suffer like this?"

Mr. Dong said this smoothly, and then he felt something was wrong and looked up at Qian Dong.

Qian Dong looked at Mr. Dong. His body was no longer shaking due to this incident, and his hands didn't seem to hurt so much anymore, but the corners of his mouth were twitching.

"What I'm most afraid of is the sudden silence of the air, and what I'm most afraid of is the sudden concern from my friends..."

Just when the atmosphere was somewhat silent, the ringtone of Qian Dong's mobile phone placed aside rang.

"Uh, your phone is ringing. I'll get it for you."

Mr. Dong was also a little embarrassed and quickly spoke first.

"Okay, please, please help me open the outside."

"Hey, Brother Dong, let's go out for a drink tonight."

A shout came from the phone, it was a little brother Qian Dong had met at the construction site before.

"Well, it's Aqiang. I've resigned and it's been ten days since I returned to my hometown."

Qian Dong was a little embarrassed. After all, he didn't say a word to anyone after resigning. Now that people called him and asked about it, it was a bit embarrassing to talk about it.

"Resign!! Okay, I could have gone with Brother Dong to have fun today, but forget it, I'll go play with you some other time when I have free time."

Aqiang on the phone first raised his tone, but then he stopped worrying about the issue.

"Okay, come here when you are free, you are always welcome here."

After the two said a few words, the other party hung up the phone.

Aqiang's full name is Zhou Qiang. He is a young man Qian Dong met at the construction site. The two do not belong to the same company. They met when they went for training. They are considered juniors. Because of this reason, the two were relatively close at that time. , this Aqiang can be regarded as a rare friend of Qian Dong.

"Haha, I'm a junior fellow student and have a pretty good relationship."

Qian Dong explained that the two of them had finally revealed the previous matter.

"Well, I'll put a bandage on you later. Don't stop in the afternoon. You can take a rest later. You still have to continue practicing. If you stop like this, your practice will be in vain. The effect can only be achieved over time."

Mr. Dong finished treating the wound on Qian Dong's palm, then began to apply some ointment to the wound, and finally wrapped the hand with a bandage. It was not wrapped too tightly, and it did not affect the strength of the hand and the ability to grasp things.

(End of this chapter)