I add points to my martial arts in the real world

Chapter 18 My sister...just left

"Oh well."

Qian Dong nodded in agreement. He had no intention of stopping like this. This was just a skin injury. Only repeated injuries and healing could make the palm of his hand stronger and stronger.

After the palm was taken care of, Mr. Dong also used medicinal wine to massage Qian Dong's arm and activate blood circulation, in order to recover the hand faster.

After taking care of everything, the old man went to cook, and Qian Dong continued to lift stone bricks to line the piles. These are basic skills that cannot be broken in a day.

After the walking pile practice, the sandbag is hit again until the bandage is soaked with blood and the sandbag is soaked with sweat.

Finally, Mr. Dong cleaned and applied the medicine again, and after eating, he went home with the medicinal wine given by the old man.

Qian Dong found that the increase in skill points was 0.01 per hour. This would not increase due to the improvement of Qian Dong's skill level, but would decrease depending on whether Qian Dong was attentive or not.

This kind of practice lasted for many days, and Qian Dong's front yard also underwent some modifications. The exercise tools that Mr. Dong now has in his backyard are now available in Qian Dong's front yard.

My mother felt a little distressed when she saw Qian Dong's practice, but she didn't say anything. She just said that her meals were more attentive and nutritious.

At night, Qian Dong would practice "Shaolin Yijin Twelve Postures" before going to bed. As the level increases and Qian Dong becomes familiar with it, there will be a flow of air that rotates even if he does not practice, and it will move in a fixed manner with the movements. , Qian Dong thought it was an illusion at first, but as the number of exercises increased, the feeling of air flow became more and more obvious, but when not practicing, the air flow disappeared.

After these hours of practice, he felt that the air flow had obviously exercised the internal organs. Now Qian Dong's hair is thicker, his face and skin are smoother and more delicate, his food is digested faster, his sleep quality is higher, and even his peeing seems to become smoother. More powerful.

The whole person seems to have returned to the physical state of a 24-year-old. Qian Dong has actually been able to feel obvious changes in his body since he turned 30. After the age of 30, he obviously began to be unable to stay up late, began to lose hair, began to grow white hair, and began to have belly fat. But now as he practices martial arts, Qian Dong can really feel that his body is young again.

From now on, Qian Dong can truly enjoy the benefits of martial arts training and golden fingers.

"Jingle Bell……"

Qian Dong held up the stone slab and walked on the erected bricks like the wind. Now Qian Dong was holding three stone bricks for exercise. The cell phone ringing beside him rang. Qian Dong ignored it. After returning to his hometown, the cell phone rang. Very few, basically nothing too important.

"Jingle Bell……"

After the cell phone rang for a while, it rang again. Qian Dong stopped, put down the stone bricks, and wiped his sweat and hands with a towel. Then he picked up the cell phone and started to answer the phone. He thought it was important to make continuous calls. It's better to answer it.

"Hello."

Qian Dong didn't pay attention to the note, just picked up the phone and answered it.

"Brother Dong, my sister... just left."

A somewhat hoarse young boy's voice came from the phone.

When Qian Dong heard it, she knew it was the young man who was in the hospital that day and also her brother.

"Oh."

Qian Dong was silent for a moment. Although he was somewhat prepared in his heart, he still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when he heard the news.

"My sister left something for you, do you want to see it?"

The young man spoke again, now with a nasal voice.

"I won't go today. She... definitely doesn't want me to see her like she is now. Then... I'll go see her again." Qian Dong spoke in a low tone, feeling empty in his heart.

"Well, my sister who donated her organs will be scheduled for surgery in the next day. If you want to see her one last time, you can come tomorrow morning."

The young man now began to speak with some sobs, and it was clear that the sadness was still lingering in him.

"I won't go, I won't go. Take care of your parents' emotions. If you have any difficulties, tell me."

After Qian Dong finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

He put down his cell phone and stopped practicing. He sat on the steps, took out the wine bottle in his arms, unscrewed it and took a sip, then just lay on the ground and looked at the sky.

"Drink this, it's very strong."

Mr. Dong didn't know when he came to Qian Dong and handed over an Erguotou.

"Well, Grandpa Dong, they say that practicing martial arts can strengthen the body, but can it prevent all diseases?"

Qian Dong didn't sit up and put down the medicinal wine in the flask. As a result, Mr. Dong handed over the Erguotou and took a sip for himself.

"I don't know either. This kind of thing can only depend on fate. There are martial arts masters who still die of diseases, and there are also people who eat, drink, whore and gamble and still live a long life."

Mr. Dong's tone was calm. At his age, those who can look away from such things have long since looked away.

"Fate? Grandpa Dong, I don't believe in this. I will do what others can't do."

Qian Dong sat up suddenly, took another sip of wine, wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, walked straight to the sandbag, squatted down and started to beat the sandbag.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There was a slapping sound in the backyard again, the sound was deep and muffled, and it spread far, far away in the small rural area...

For three days, Qian Dong trained day and night. Mr. Dong did not do much persuasion, but only increased the weight of the decoction.

Her parents didn't say anything. They also found out about her, and her mother was a little sad. In fact, what Qian Dong didn't know was that she would visit her occasionally. Her mother liked this beautiful and strong girl very much. little girl.

If Qian Dong told her that he wanted to marry her, maybe my mother wouldn't stop her. Unfortunately, Qian Dong's attitude has never been clear, so my mother didn't say much and just watched silently. Now we have finally reached this point. , looking at Qian Dong's appearance, he could only sigh and said nothing.

On the fourth day, Qian Dong got up on time at 2:55 in the morning, and then began to go to the front yard and start practicing Youlong Bagua Zhang with three stone bricks.

Just after an hour, a familiar warm current passed through him. Qian Dong put down the stone bricks in his hands and reached out to grab them. There was still pain in his hands.

"Youlong Baguazhang has finally been upgraded, but it seems that the body's recovery is not very high. In this case, let's upgrade the "Shaolin Yijin Twelve Postures".

Qian Dong's daily practice revolves around Youlong Baguazhang. The experience of Shaolin Yijin Twelve Postures is only half an hour before going to bed at night. It will only increase a little in two days, but when practicing strength and hitting the sandbag Occasionally, I gain experience.

With the upgrade of the Twelve Shaolin Yijin Postures, in addition to the usual warm current passing through my body, I also felt an itchy feeling on my hands. I took off the bandage on my hands and found that the wounds on my palms had healed, leaving spots of red marks. He picked up the towel on the side and wiped the blood clean, then scratched his fists. Apart from a little itchiness, there was no other problem.

Looked at the properties panel again.

(End of this chapter)