First lady's personal tutor

The rain is falling more and more quickly, Wang Yong's fist is also beating faster and faster, and the song "God's will is like a sword" is singing more and more high.

The sound of rain has become Wang Yong's accompaniment, and the sound of fist breaking has become Wang Yong's self cheering.

In the boundless rain, Wang Yong is like a clay figurine bursting out of mud. He totally despises the power of heaven and earth, allowing the rain to rain on him and pouring out layers of self-protection disguise.

There is only one original heart left.

Wang Yong had never hit a set of boxing so thoroughly. He only felt that all the cells in his body were jumping, echoing the great rain.

It seems that Wang Yong carries the power of heaven and earth automatically. Wang Yong is the one who carries out the will of heaven and releases the power of heaven in the world.

Form and meaning, eight poles, eight trigrams palm

All kinds of boxing techniques Wang Yong had learned were practiced by him, and the raindrops flying around him were like a wheel throwing mud. Every punch had a faint sound of wind and thunder whistling in Wang Yong's body, resonating with Wang Yong's chest, once suppressing the sound of rain hitting the eaves.

Tiger, leopard and thunder.

This is not the general thunder sound of tiger and leopard, but is similar to the thunder sound after the king of war launched his will.

Wang Yong's body would only burst out a tsunami like sound when he made Wang's mind. But now Wang Yong has no intention at all, but his body has the roar of mountains and rivers breaking their banks.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, people will think that this is the original sound of wind and rain.

The courtyard of the old house is paved with bluestone slabs, one meter square, one finger thick, covered with moss. The stone slab will become very slippery as soon as it is watered by rain.

Wang Yong walked steadily on the stone slab. The sole of his foot seemed to stick together with the stone slab. Only when he raised his foot could he see a pool of water.

Poof, poof, poof

In the unconscious state, Wang Yong walked out of a congenital circle of eight trigrams along the Qingshiban.

In Chinese Kung Fu, Bagua is a guiding philosophy that all Kung Fu can't avoid. It's not just gossip.

Boom!

There was another thunder in the air, and the purple cable meandered away, like a giant dragon circling for a long time.

By the light of the thunder, you can see that all the places Wang Yong stepped on left a pit.

A pothole the size of Wang Yong's footprint.

Wang Yong is like a sword out of its sheath, releasing his accumulated intention to kill. The more the rain, the more prosperous it is.

The pamphlet chuanxilu and Yin Xia's songs became the inducement to Wang Yong's anger.

Heart and body, body and mind. The body and mind are perfectly integrated. Wang Yong doesn't feel that he controls his muscles at all, but his fighting style can open the rain.

It seems that I have entered a mysterious realm. As long as my mind moves, my strength will naturally burst out. It's more powerful than a deliberate fight.

Wang Yong suddenly thought of what ye Hetao said.

In my mind, I can see a picture of a big man wearing shackles and practicing boxing in a dark and cold prison.

One step, two steps, because of the shackles of the shackles, the pace can never start. If you can't step, you can't reach your waist strength. How can you fight a lethal fist if you can't reach the waist strength?

The great man thought hard and failed many times. Finally, he was furious, his shackles were shaking, and the whole prison echoed his roar.

Bang!

Suddenly, a short and powerful fist burst in the air, and the fierce blow stunned all the men.

It's a punch he accidentally took. The burst strength of this blow is even greater than that of the one without shackles!

So he tried again. Take a step, make a right fist, only half a step, and there is another explosion in the air. Another step, a left punch, another burst. Left and right, left and right, the narrow prison seemed to burst into a barrage, and the sound of bouncing was heard all over the room.

Big man, stop and turn back. A smile appeared on his face full of stubble, and then slowly disappeared into Wang Yong's fantasy.

Just leave a name to look forward to.

Guo Yunshen.

Wang Yong suddenly stopped, standing in the rain, staring at the front, not knowing what he was thinking.

A few minutes later, I suddenly saw his whole body shaking, just like a rhubarb dog in the water shaking his hair. In a moment, all parts of his body were driven up, shaking away a rain drop.

With the raindrop flying out, there is Wang Yong's smashing fist, which is as fast as a meteor and as fast as a galloping horse, and even forms a side-by-side trend with raindrop. A punch out, then listen to the sound of explosion, break a curtain of rain.

The left foot is on the ground, the right foot is close to it, so the left foot is always in the front and the right foot is in the back. Wang Yong's left and right fists were launched in turn, one in and one out, one after another, like a whizzing arrow.

The fist is issued from the chest and abdomen of the middle plate. Its shape is short and its force is fierce. It is like an arrow through the heart, like a mountain avalanche and a ground fissure. The power burst out in it even compared the thunderstorm phenomena.

Bang bang! Bang bang!

The small yard was full of explosions. I didn't know that someone was playing thunder.

Wang Yong pushed forward with one punch at a time. He didn't know how many smashes he had made. Suddenly, in front of the grape trellis, there was no way.

"Ha

Exhale voice, Wang Yong's footsteps dead set in front of the grapevine on a bluestone. The last blow was also made at the same time.

It's slow to knock down a broken fist like archery. Wang Yong's last punch almost condensed all the forces in his body, and really achieved the feeling of pulling a big bow to shoot a heavy arrow. As soon as the bow string was pulled open, the arrow flew out.

With the potential of boom, burst in the air.

Click!

The raindrop in front of Wang Yong's fist was smashed out, like a bullet coming out of the chamber, splashing on the grapevine. The old vine, which has been growing for more than ten years, has a child's thick arm. When it was shot by the sudden rain, it suddenly made a crisp sound and broke from it.

More than ten tiny holes in the vine are all left by raindrops.

"Is this... Dark power?"

Wang Yong looked at the broken grapevine, stunned.

He can't imagine that this last punch has hit the dark strength he has been dreaming of!

From feeling the killing intention in the ancient books to listening to Yin Xia's songs, from fighting in the rain to imitating Guo Yunshen's half step smashing, Wang Yong combed the strength of his body smoothly, and finally opened the door of the dark strength with a powerful smashing fist.

Wang Yong's eyes lit up a flash of light and grinned like a fool.

"This day has come at last!" Wang Yong roared in the wind and rain.

It was another thunderbolt from heaven that responded to him.

Looking back on the situation when he had just sent out his dark strength, Wang Yong was like a miner who saw the sun again. He had a feeling of sudden brightness.

"It turns out that Mingjin training method is to practice the whole body's strength to a little level, and then to the middle level, it's not easy to mention, so the whole body is sent to a little level. It pays attention to the external three, hand and foot and eye, eye see where, hand and foot hit where, hand vibration tip section, so there is sound. And the dark strength is to gather the strength to the middle section, just like a gun with a muffler. The sound channel is lengthened, so it is silent. To put it bluntly, Mingjin training is the training method of force. If strength can be produced, it is the Mingjin stage, that is, the beginning stage. Training to the top is nothing more than squeezing the strength of bones to the limit, and then go down, but there is no way. At this time, we need the dark strength training method, which is purposeful but not forceful. It's just that the concrete meaning is still a little vague. "

Wang Yong said to himself, trying to sum up the experience of playing the dark force just now.

If we can sum up the moment when the aura suddenly appeared, Wang Yong is really stepping into the realm of dark strength, not this kind of player who has only played one punch.

Wow, the rain is getting bigger again. Wang Yong didn't move. He let the rain fall on him. His body kept changing its movements. He was still searching for the sudden light

I don't know how long it took, the rain finally stopped.

The old grape trellis interrupted by Wang Yong was obviously a little wilted, and the leaves drooped down.

But don't worry, this kind of old tree is just like the essence. As long as the wound is right, it can grow together in a few days.

This is the self-healing ability of plants that have lived for more than ten years, and so do people.

Wang Yong forgot when he came back to the house, so he took the old cushion on the bed and slept.

When I wake up, I feel cold to the bone.

"Sneeze!" Wang Yong sneezed so hard that he shook all over and bounced out of bed.

I don't dare to get sick at this juncture. Tomorrow is the time for martial arts competition. If you get sick, you will be as strong as a tiger and become a sick cat. Besides, Wang Yong is not a tiger.

Standing up and driving the Taiyi Hunyuan pile again, Wang Yong felt a steam in his body, and then finished the work.

The advantage of Taiyi hybrid pile is that it can mobilize the vitality of the human body as quickly as possible and enhance the resistance of the human body.

This is also a kind of fitness pile method that Taoism is trying to promote in the secular world. Of course, the part of fighting is hidden by Taoism.

Like what Wang Yong taught Zhong Xin before, it's just skin. No matter how advanced, Wang Yong himself will not.

It's already dawn outside. Wang Yong is going back to Tiantai. There is a 6:30 bus in the morning, and it will be afternoon later.

Turning to enter the ancestral hall, Wang Yong kowtowed ten more respectfully.

"Grandfather, it's too late to go to your grave today. I'll come back to your old man's grave when I'm free. If you are short of anything, just tell me in a dream. I can do it. By the way, elder martial brother Qin Zheng has written "xuezang" according to your instructions. Next time I'll bring you a book to burn, you can correct it for him. "

Wang Yong murmured.

Then he got up and left. He glanced at the pamphlet on the altar and wanted to take it away.

But I don't know why, there is always a sense of fear in my heart, as if I would suffer if I took that thing. Let Wang Yong give up this idea.

Reluctant to leave the old house, Wang Yong got on the coach back to Tiantai city.

In the car, Wang Yong edited the lyrics he had thought of last night and sent them to Yin Xia.

I thought that Yin Xia must have not woken up so early. Who knows, Yin Xia's text message came back within five minutes.

"Surprise! Miss Wang, you really surprised me! I like the lyrics very much. I'll make a demo right away. You'll be the first auditor! "

It's true that heaven rewards diligence. It's no accident that Yin Xia is able to become red. How many children can get up at six in the morning to work and study these days?

It's just like a famous star answering a reporter's question.

The reporter asked him why he succeeded. The star asked reporters what it was like at four o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles?

The reporter shook his head.

The star said, "I know. I know what every day looks like. "

This is diligence, a talent can not give you things.