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Chapter 44 Punishment Like a Peak

Chapter 44 Punishment Like a Peak (Thanks for Baili Feng Wan Reward)

Naturally, Wang Anfeng would not know about the conversation on the lonely peak. The chains and iron barrels on his body weighed at least two hundred catties. The two obvious traces are enough to show its heaviness.

He had no internal strength, and the mountain road of Shaoshi Mountain was quite steep and high. By the time he found Qinghe at the foot of the mountain, Wang Anfeng was already drenched in sweat. The two iron buckets were very large and heavy, but their capacity was extremely small. More like two big hammers, two depressions were randomly pulled out by someone to carry water.

He struggled to fill it up, but there was only less than twenty catties of water. Thinking of the terrifying figure of ten thousand catties, the young man gritted his teeth, turned around and tremblingly went up the stone steps. He climbed a mountain, but when he went up the mountain, it was as if there was a bull behind him pulling him. The inner strength of Zen in his body was oppressed by this brute force, but it began to impact his flesh and veins, making it more itchy and painful.

It took him twice as long to go down the mountain before returning to the top of the mountain.

In the place where he often practices boxing, there are already ten huge water urns, and there are stone steps to go up beside them, which are obviously used to store his tens of thousands of catties of water. Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth and stepped carefully on the almost narrow If he fell down the excessively heavy stone steps, he might have to lie on the bed for at least a month, so even though he was bound by iron chains, every nerve in his body was extremely tense at this moment.

Even when the soles of the feet are on the stone steps, the contraction and exertion of every fast muscle is unprecedentedly clear. He carefully turned over the pole and poured the pitiful amount of river water into the water urn, which only slightly wetted the bottom of the urn. , let out a sigh of relief, turned around and wanted to pour the clear water from the other side, but the weight on both sides was different, and he lost his balance, and because of this, he was relieved, his nerves relaxed, his body tilted, and he fell straight down.

Wang Anfeng's heart stopped suddenly. With this weight and no internal strength to protect his body, he had learned some medical skills and knew what would happen, but just when he was about to hit the ground hard, a palm rested on his back , supporting the weight of hundreds of catties in an understatement, without even the slightest tremor, only the crisp sound of the collision of the chains, trembling in the night.

At this moment, Wang Anfeng's heart was beating fast. He subconsciously said thank you, Master, and opened his eyes to look, but he could only see a sharp and cold face. Open your mouth.

"In any way of close combat, the pace is the first. Shaolin puts more emphasis on external skills, and more on the control of body muscles. Your ability is simply insulting to the founder of Shaolin."

Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback, looking at the stern scribe in front of him who saved him, he murmured in disbelief:
"Win... Mr. Win?"

"Hmph, what do you think of yourself after winning a small game?"

"You beat them not because you are strong, but because those opponents are too weak, go down the mountain and carry water!"

Just as Wang Anfeng wanted to thank him, he heard a cold snort, and the palm behind his back disappeared as if it had never existed before, and he fell to the ground with the iron chain and bucket, because it was only a few tens of centimeters high, and there was not much damage , but it also made Wang Anfeng grin his teeth in pain, and the other bucket was turned up and directly buckled on his head. When his forehead hurt, the water in it spilled all over his body. .

After lying down for more than ten minutes, Wang Anfeng struggled to get up. He is not stupid. Mr. Ying just said something, and he has seen that this punishment must also have the meaning of practice. At least until now, there is no real harm to himself Otherwise, Master would never stand by and watch.

Thinking of this, he exhaled deeply, gritted his teeth and set foot on the mountain road again, carrying water down the mountain.

Up and down the ground, a full ten hours passed, until the sky was bright, and Zen music and Sanskrit singing could be heard in Shaolin, Wang Anfeng's figure staggered and appeared at the end of the mountain road, every step he walked, sweat dripped , will sprinkle traces on the mountain road, his complexion is already extremely pale, his eyes are switching between confusion and struggle, every step, the time required will become longer and longer, and it took him to finish the last hundred steps. Half an hour long.

A baby bird with goose-yellow feathers screamed softly and landed on the iron bucket. Wang Anfeng trembled slightly, and fell directly to the side. His eyes finally completely lost focus. sneered.

"Yuanci, you lost this round again."

The monk on the opposite side smiled lightly, made a move, reversed where it was impossible, killed a dragon's head, raised one hand, and looked up at Mr. Ying who was slightly startled in front of him.

"Do not……"

tread! !

The sound of extremely heavy and heavy footsteps resounded loudly, accompanied by the roar of struggling, Mr. Ying's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked up suddenly. The moment the boy who had reached his limit hit the bluestone with his right fist hard, He braced his body, opened his eyes angrily, with such great force that the edge of his right fist was already cracked, blood dripped down, but he never let go of the pole in his hand.

The flock of birds scattered in fright, and Wang Anfeng, whose clothes were all over his body, struggled to get up, stepped up the stone steps step by step, and poured the little river water into the urn by instinct.

The boy's not-so-tall body covered the sunlight, casting a heavy shadow on Mr. Ying, whose eyes were slightly open. The monk in front of him stretched out his hand and picked up all the sunspot dragons from the chessboard, and said slowly:

"You lost."

clap clap-

The ringing of the iron chain was still clear, Wang Anfeng staggered down, turned around and walked towards the mountain road, but just as he took a step, his brown eyes were already dimmed, and when his footsteps softened, the pair of iron buckets came out from his hands, and the boy's pupils Open slightly, reach out to grab.

"not enough……"

Pfft!
Before the iron bucket fell, Wang Anfeng's body had already fallen heavily to the ground. The iron bucket fell to the ground at this moment, and there was a harsh sound. Wang Anfeng opened his eyes slightly, but his vision dimmed uncontrollably. He raised his palm, He tried his best to grab it towards the iron bucket.

"No... not enough, I want... to go back..."

"Ten thousand catties..."

The sound stopped abruptly, the field of vision returned to a dead silence, the right hand fell weakly, blood flowed from the fist, but was washed away by the scattered clear water.

The sound of clothes fluttering exploded, and Yuanci appeared beside Wang Anfeng like the wind. He raised his hand to feel his pulse, and then he relaxed his tense expression, saying:

"I lost my strength..."

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked at his friend next to him, but the latter already had a serious face, and he moved his fingers like flying to touch several big acupuncture points of Wang Anfeng. Immediately, it melted into his body. At this moment, Mr. Ying stood up, flicked his sleeves, and said coldly:
"Idiot, even more stupid than you!"

"Since he wants to go back so much, let him go back. He has broken through the limit several times. If he continues to practice, his body will not be able to support it even if he has pills. Give him three times the amount of Na Qi pills, let him Give me Shaolin Changquan, while carrying this iron chain, for three hours."

"Wear me a chain when I sleep and take a bath. Hmph, I splashed all the way. It took me ten hours today to pick up less than [-] catties of water. At his speed, it will take at least a year to complete this punishment!"

Yuan Ci used internal force to wash away Wang Anfeng's sore muscles, and frowned when he heard that:
"If you don't add weight to him, it won't take a year."

The middle-aged scribe sneered and said:
"You don't have to worry. I have my own plan. After all, he is your disciple, and I won't go too far."

Yuan Ci's heart was slightly relieved, and he heard him casually say:
"The heaviest weight of this set of chains is only three thousand catties."

 Thank you for the rewards of hundreds of miles, today's second update will be a chapter of more than [-] words to compensate, and after the addition is on the shelves, please bear with me, hug your fists

  Thank you for the chubby Mr. Anzi's 500 starting coins, the other shore, the listener's 100 starting coins, thank you~
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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