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Chapter 3 Master, pushing too hard is not a good thing! [Edit]

Nineties.

A certain city with tall buildings and busy traffic.

School campus grove.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses and a suit grabbed the hand of the innocent girl in a dignified manner and said, "Don't worry, Xiaomeng. I will take you to Hong Kong to get married when I have time."

The girl looked uneasy, but under the other party's sweet talk, she nodded silently.

Suddenly, a streak of blood light appeared in the sky, flashing like a meteor, it streaked across the sea and paused slightly, as if to identify the direction, startling many people. Then the blood light sped again, and just when many people who were paying attention to it were surprised, it suddenly turned around and fell down, and soon disappeared.

Ten months later.

In a simple public toilet, a girl threw a baby into the trash can while crying.

The crying sound seemed to have magical power, attracting a sanitation worker.

When the girl came back to look for her child, the child was no longer in the trash can. She squatted on the ground and cried for a long time, then she left the public toilet and the school like a zombie, bought a ticket to leave this sad city, and returned to her poor hometown in the Central Plains.

……

03 years.

Foshan, Heyi Gate.

Shan Ying had a ponytail, a fair face, and raised eyebrows. Her delicate face was tense and serious. She walked around with her hands behind her back, a patinated wooden stick across her palm, and her ponytail swung back and forth as she walked.

Suddenly, Shan Ying's eyes became excited, the stick disappeared from the palm of his left hand, and his white and tender right hand was raised, then fell.

Snapped!
"Butt." Shan Ying scolded, "You are so stupid. You have been practicing for several years and you still can't do the standing practice well. I shouldn't have accepted you in the first place."

Ji Yang said with a sad face: "Master, you are pushing me too hard. I am only thirteen."

Shan Ying snorted coldly, and raised his fair chin high: "Practice martial arts, practice martial arts, and persevere. Martial arts, martial arts, there is martial arts and there is merit. Zhuanggong is the foundation of everything. Without Zhuanggong, no matter how exquisite the moves are, they are just illusions."

"You need to remember that we practice martial arts to strengthen our bodies. The moves can only stretch our bones, while the standing practice can strengthen our qi and blood and strengthen our foundation. Practicing moves too hard will weaken your body. The standing practice will perfect your foundation and strengthen your essence. This is something you can practice for a lifetime."

"You say I'm pushing too hard now, that's because you're still young and ignorant. When you're older and more sensible, you'll be grateful that Master is pushing too hard. Stand still, don't move around. If you don't endure hardship when practicing martial arts, I think you should just get out of here and find a factory job."

As she spoke, Shan Ying raised the stick again and smashed it on Ji Yang's knee. Seeing that Ji Yang didn't move at all, she nodded in satisfaction.

But soon, Shan Ying's ears moved, and he turned his head to look at Ji Yang with an unfriendly look.

I saw Ji Yang's lips moving, and I couldn't tell what he was muttering. It sounded like numbers.

Shan Ying's eyebrows immediately turned upside down, her pretty face was filled with anger: "What are you mumbling about?"

Ji Yang was not afraid: "I can't even count."

Shan Ying glared: "You counted how many times I hit you?"

Ji Yang: "A total of 1,368 times. I'll remember them all. Wait until I grow up and we'll talk about it later."

Shan Ying was furious, and raised the stick with her tender little white hands to hit him. Ji Yang was no fool this time, and seeing Shan Ying was angry, he did not even stand in his horse stance, but turned around and ran.

"Stop right there! I'm hitting you for your own good. You're a traitor who betrayed your master and ancestors, and you still want revenge."

"I don't want revenge, I just want to take it back."

"What's the difference? I'll beat you to death." Shan Ying picked up a wooden stick and chased Ji Yang. Ji Yang rushed into the backyard and saw Master Shan coughing. He quickly hid behind him.

Master Shan waved his hands helplessly: "Alright, alright, hurry up and go to school."

After a while, the two people carrying schoolbags walked out of the Heyimen Martial Arts Hall in a serious manner. As soon as they left the door, Shan Ying fell behind. Seeing Ji Yang's butt twisting and slowly walking forward, she raised the corner of her mouth and kicked over with her cute little white shoes.

Seeing the big feet landing on Ji Yang's butt, Shan Ying's face was full of smiles.

But the next moment, Ji Yang suddenly accelerated and ran away. Shan Ying's smile was stiff, and his strength was old. His long legs kicked in vain and slid out.

Paji.

Shan Ying landed on the ground with her legs split, and her excited expression suddenly froze in pain.

Ji Yang turned around and looked at Shan Ying worriedly. When he found that there was no bulge on the ground, Ji Yang breathed a sigh of relief, laughed loudly, and ran away.

Shan Ying used her legs to stand up straight from the ground, and ran after him with her long legs: "Stop right there."

The two of them chased each other and ran into the school gate. Ji Yang was in the third grade of junior high school, and Shan Ying was in the third grade of senior high school. The girl grew up quickly, and her long legs scurried away. Relying on the physical strength she had gained from practicing martial arts since she was a child, she finally caught up with Ji Yang.

However, since they were at school, Shan Ying didn't dare to do anything. She could only pinch Ji Yang twice viciously and watched Ji Yang go back to class unwillingly.

In the third grade classroom, near the back door, Ji Yang was looking at the blackboard with his chin in his hand, bored. The wind from the corridor blew in from the open door, making Ji Yang feel very cool.

Somewhere in the dark, Ji Yang sensed an extremely small space.

I came to this world thirteen years ago, was reborn, and regained my body. However, the small space is constantly shrinking.

Ji Yang was extremely anxious and didn't know what to do. However, when he was ten years old and the small space was only the size of a steamed bun, Ji Yang finally made a change. He ran away from the orphanage and went to Foshan Heyi School to learn skills.

After three years of learning martial arts, Ji Yang's small space has finally become a little bigger and is now the size of a suitcase.

Those who often dismember corpses know that if an adult is folded in half, it can fit completely inside.

At this moment, a drop of blood floated in the small space, and this drop of blood was much dimmer. At the beginning, Ji Yang separated a strand of blood to be reborn, so it consumed his energy.

I don’t know if it’s because Ji Yang is in this world, the small space has been floating along with this world, as cute as a follower.

Now Ji Yang is no longer panicking, he is the master of the small space. As long as the small space exists, Ji Yang will be immortal.

Even if his body died, his essence and blood could be separated to be reborn. As long as he continued to exist, the small space seemed to be able to continue to grow.

However, Ji Yang is still not sure whether there is a limit to the expansion of a small space.

……

"Are you in the sun today?"

"roll."

Ji Yang rolled his eyes and punched the fat guy at the same table. Ji Yang specially found this fat guy. As the protagonist, how could he not have a fat guy around him? However, after the other's sister got married, Ji Yang felt that his brotherhood with the fat guy faded.

The fat man chuckled and said, "Old Ji, do you want to go to the Internet cafe? Are you going home with your master to practice martial arts again? Listen to me, girls are annoying. Let's go to the Internet cafe together tonight. I'll treat you."

Just as Ji Yang was about to nod, a pair of long legs came over from a distance. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he ran away: "Next time, next time."

The fat man was unwilling: "You really don't want to go, I just found out about a website..."

(End of this chapter)