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Chapter 192 One Year (Please subscribe)

The Ning Mansion moved very quickly!

Three days later, he invited Jia Huan to come over and took out an exquisite sandalwood box.

Inside, in addition to three books on the inheritance and training methods of military generals, there are also more than a dozen supporting prescriptions.

In addition, it is the military tactics and strategies summarized by Duke Xianning, as well as the most important insights.

Jia Huan was quite satisfied with what he saw. It could be said that most of the powerful families would kill for the contents of this sandalwood box.

Even those top-level martial arts forces will not let go of opportunities easily.

According to Jia Huan's request, all the books placed in the sandalwood box are manuscripts.

He shouldn't have brought this thing out of Ning Mansion. Once it was leaked, the damage would be immeasurable.

But there is no way, unless he wants to alert the old lady of Rong Mansion immediately, Brother Cong will not be able to stay here for a long time in Ning Mansion, let alone practice his martial arts.

With the relationship between the two houses, even if the Ning House helps cover it up, it won't be able to keep the secret for long.

Fortunately, when the Lai family's property was being dealt with, the Sanjin mansion fell into Jia Huan's hands.

After receiving it, I discovered that there was a very secret basement in the three-entry house.

Jia Huan spent a lot of time organizing it himself. It is completely possible to inherit the military commanders of Ning Mansion and place them in a secret basement space, and the safety is still somewhat guaranteed.

As for Brother Cong's training, he still exercises here at the Xiaowu Gym, which at least reduces the risk of leakage by half.

It was also Ning Mansion's trust in him. Otherwise, how could it be so easy to take away the sandalwood box?

After thanking him, he didn't stay in Ning Mansion any longer and went directly back to the newly acquired Sanjin Courtyard.

There are not many servants here in the Sanjin Courtyard. Apart from the necessary guards, they are the most basic cleaning staff, and then there are none.

Having hired a few honest tenants to help, I feel more at ease.

Several farms outside the city are also one of Jia Huan's main sources of reliable manpower.

If nothing else, it is more trustworthy and more reliable than having a child from the Rongfu family!

He returned quietly, without even alerting the people left behind in the yard, and sneaked into the secret basement space, holding the rare warm jade in his hand. At the same time, he consumed a little luck and entered the god of learning state directly.

The auxiliary effect of rare warm jade on the god of learning state is average, and it can only barely extend the god of learning state for about an hour, which is of course quite impressive.

With Jia Huan's medical skills and understanding of martial arts at this time, he quickly read through the training methods for generals obtained from the Ning Mansion and gained a very deep understanding.

As expected, this training method for generals is quite different from the mainstream training methods outside. It is too harsh on the body.

In Jia Huan's view, it is all a variety of extreme exercise methods, forcing practitioners to sprint at the edge of their body's limits, vowing to quickly push out their body's potential.

Not to mention anything else, just lifting stone locks, a [-]-pound stone lock needs to be lifted more than a hundred times a day. This is just the basics. As time goes by, the effect of exercise will appear, and the intensity will increase rapidly.

With Brother Cong's current physical condition, it is quite difficult to lift a hundred kilograms of stone locks, let alone lift it a hundred times in a row. Without special means of rapid recovery, both arms will be disabled.

The key is that those matching prescriptions, judging from his medical skills at this time, are all good things for targeting and strengthening body functions.

It can be taken not only internally but also externally. Naturally, it is also necessary to soak in medicinal baths.

Jia Huan's eyes twitched when he saw it. The training method for generals he had just obtained was too overbearing.

If you don't have good enough physical talent, even with the help of prescriptions, you will probably be disabled by training, or your foundation will be destroyed by a hidden injury.

At the end of the book that records the training methods of military commanders, there is also a rather interesting passage recorded.

The general meaning is that the training method of generals has been around for a long time, and the master of it was Li Cunxiao, who was known as the "general who cannot beat Li" in the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. The training method includes some of the methods of "Thirteen Taibao Henglian".

Naturally, Jia Huan didn't know whether it was true or not, and he didn't know whether the first-generation Ning Guogong might be using some kind of exaggeration to enhance the reputation of the fundamental training method for generals.

There are even some more fanciful speculations later, that is, the fundamental method of training military commanders has been lost long ago.

It is estimated that the method of collecting qi and refining qi still existed in the Qin and Han Dynasties. The Duke of Xianning also had speculations in this regard, and there were vague records in the summary notes.

Jia Huan didn't want to think too much. If he could really cooperate with the so-called method of collecting qi and refining qi, he would think about it later. The key now was how to reasonably reduce the intensity of the general training method.

Otherwise, Brother Cong's physical fitness at this time would probably be completely useless in three to five days.

As for the military strategy, he just memorized all the contents. As for understanding, he would come back to it later. He paid more attention to military books such as "New Book of Ji Xiao" and "Records of Military Training" handed down from the previous Ming Dynasty. Qi Jiguang's ability was much stronger than that of Duke Xianning.

He came out after staying in the basement space of Sanjin Residence for almost half a day.

Then go directly to the small martial arts hall and give Brother Cong some guidance on how to practice a weakened version of the general training method.

Jia Huan did not dare to be careless at all. He and the famous doctor sitting in the hall were watching from the side.

Once you notice something is wrong, immediately interrupt the exercise and provide timely treatment to Brother Cong.

There is nothing that can be done about it. Without many modern high-tech medical equipment, and your own golden finger can only be used on yourself, you can only use the stupidest and most reliable way to ensure that there are no problems in your cultivation.

"You guys, don't act recklessly. It's quite dangerous to exercise privately!"

"If you don't have me and the doctor watching, you must not exercise by yourself!"

"Once an accident occurs, it may cause irreparable major damage to your body, and you will basically be unable to go any further in the future!"    "In addition, once you feel uncomfortable while practicing, you must tell us as soon as possible. , don’t think that it will be over if you endure it, I have been adjusting your exercise intensity!”

"If you cannot make timely adjustments, it will easily put an excessive burden on your body, which is not a good thing!"

"I would rather have a lower intensity and a slower cultivation effect, rather than think about taking risks and making rapid progress!"

After the training started, Jia Huan repeatedly reminded Brother Cong not to force himself. Anyway, he is still young and can gradually improve his strength in the future.

But despite this, the intensity of this boy's training shocked the martial arts masters who often came to the small martial arts studio, as well as the green-skinned gangsters who were good at boxing and kicking.

I feel like Brother Cong’s practice is simply courting death.

Anyway, they couldn't bear to target themselves like this.

Jia Huan is funny, otherwise how can we say that the training method of generals is amazing. If you can't endure the hardship of training, then you can't expect to be famous for your martial arts when you go to the battlefield.

He is also constantly adjusting the training methods for military commanders, and his understanding of them is getting deeper and deeper.

I believe that if I want to practice in the future, I will definitely be able to get twice the result with half the effort!

Most of Jia Huan's thoughts were on brother Cong's training, so he was naturally not very interested in, or less sensitive to, what was happening in the outside world.

Fortunately, the current situation in Rong Mansion is quite good. There is no sign of decline at all. On the contrary, the ideas are thriving.

Ning Mansion, on the other hand, lives its own little life behind closed doors, and its life is quite peaceful and comfortable.

Time flies so fast, and one year has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the farmyard outside the city, there was a circle of tall, round-waisted men on the flat, hard ground.

In the center, two teenagers were fighting fiercely with fists and kicks.

A tall, strong, dark-skinned young man danced his fists and kicks with a roaring sound. The power of his fists and kicks was quite astonishing.

The other young man is tall, fair-skinned and handsome, and is quite agile.

The steps under his feet were turning rapidly, and his body was like a fluttering butterfly. His fists, palms, fingers and claws were at his fingertips. He had no rules but could always hit the opponent's flaws.

"Brother Huan, why don't you just fight hard? What's the point of having to go around?"

"You talk nicely, kid, but you don't even think about how heavy your fists and feet are!"

"But I can't beat you, so what's the point of sparring?"

"Precisely because you can't beat me, you should spar with me more!"

"What kind of weird reasoning are you talking about? What I want is a tough opponent!"

"Is it possible that if you meet an opponent like me in the future and you still ask the opponent to fight you head-on, do you think it's reliable?"

"But I can't hit anyone, so I feel depressed!"

"You know you're feeling depressed, you're still so proud of yourself, you think you're so awesome!"

"Haha, keep going!"

While the two teenagers were engaging in a fierce fist fight, they still had the energy to talk and laugh, but obviously they were not exerting their full strength. The men watching were secretly stunned by their strength.

At this time, the dark boy took advantage of the fair boy's movement to slow down, and struck out with a fierce and domineering black tiger that ripped out the heart, and the wind roared in front of his fist with a terrifying sound.

This punch finally hit the fair-skinned boy's arm!

At the critical moment, the fair-skinned boy tapped his feet lightly and his body suddenly rose into the air.

Remembering the ferocious punch of the strong black boy, his strong and slender body flipped twice in the air, and then his feet landed firmly on the ground. How could he feel the slightest discomfort from being bombarded by heavy punches?

"No more competition, no more competition, it's so boring to keep failing to hit anyone!"

The dark and muscular young man stopped his hand and shouted angrily: "Brother Huan, how did you develop your extremely flexible skills? You are so dexterous!"

If a family of the General's Mansion had a son here, they would definitely recognize this tall and strong boy, who is no worse than an ordinary sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, as the little transparent Jia Cong of the General's Mansion.

Needless to say, the fair-skinned boy whom he called "Brother Huan" was none other than Jia Huan.

Just now, the two of them got excited when they were talking about martial arts, so they decided to compete on the grain drying ground.

The final result was the same as any previous competition, all ended in a draw.

After each competition, the pride that arose in Jia Cong's heart because he was successful in practicing the martial arts training methods passed down by his ancestors disappeared immediately.

Of course, no one among the men who were watching dared to look down upon Mr. Cong, who was just over eleven years old and already [-] meters tall.

At least, in a head-on fight, none of them could survive.

But no one will feel envious and jealous. Anyone who knows about Mr. Cong’s cultivation process will not smack their lips and praise him with thumbs up, "Awesome".

That is really a practice to the point of death, I feel scared just looking at it!

　I overslept yesterday, sorry

　　

　

(End of this chapter)