One pound of meat equals one attribute point

"I think my junior brother has improved his cultivation."

In Chunyang Martial Arts Hall, Ning Wantong was eating with his father Ning Zhibai. Ning Wantong picked up the rice in the bowl, raised his head, and suddenly said this to Ning Zhibai across the candle on the table.

"Junior brother?"

Ning Zhibai wiped the rice stuck to the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and asked in confusion, "Which junior brother, Su Heng?"

"Yeah." Ning Wantong nodded.

"He has only been practicing Chunyang Gong for less than three months, how can you see any improvement." Ning Zhibai looked disapproving, and smiled and said, "Chunyang Gong is an authentic Taoist mental method, which emphasizes a slow and steady work. Even if the boy has a good talent, it is difficult to see the changes without more than ten years of practice."

"Really?" Ning Wantong agreed sullenly.

Ning Zhibai smiled, and his expression was a little stiff. He looked at his daughter, and he didn't know whether it was because of the candlelight or some other reason, his fair face was flushed. Ning Zhibai frowned slightly and asked suspiciously, "You are not... in love with him, are you?"

"No way!" Ning Wantong widened her eyes, "There is such a big age gap between him and me, how could this be possible?"

"Okay..."

Ning Zhibai didn't ask any more questions and waited until the meal was over. Ning Wantong stayed to clean up the dishes, while Ning Zhibai came to the second floor of the practice room with a candle. After dinner every day, he would come here alone to sit in meditation for a while, practice his mind, and reflect on the gains and shortcomings of the day.

For more than ten years, he has been doing this for a long time and it has become a habit.

This time is no exception.

The moonlight outside the window is bright and clear, and the frosty white moonlight shines through the open window like a hazy mist, filling the room. Even without the light brought by the candlelight, the scene inside the room is clearly visible.

Ning Zhibai sat cross-legged and closed his eyes slightly.

He soon remembered the conversation he had with Su Heng earlier.

Ning Zhibai's physique and talent can only be said to be average. After practicing Pure Yang Gong for decades, he has only barely reached the third level. But his master, Taoist Nanshan, who has passed away for more than ten years, is a famous master in the martial arts world and has touched the limit of Pure Yang Gong.

Taoist Nanshan once lamented that there was something missing between the world, so that the martial arts could not be perfect.

If he could be born three hundred years earlier, perhaps he could step into another completely different world.

Ning Zhibai was young at the time.

He did not take this complaint to heart. At that time, he just felt that his master was too pretentious. He was already a well-known master in the martial arts world, but he said seriously that he was just a newcomer who had not yet stepped into the threshold of martial arts.

He was still wondering when he could become a master and say the same thing to his disciples.

"Ah..."

Ning Zhibai sighed under the bright moonlight.

As he grew older, his dreams from his youth became more and more distant. Now, just to survive and spread the Pure Yang Gong of the Taoist Nanshan, he had consumed all his energy, and he no longer had the ambition he once had. Looking back on the past, he only had some regrets.

"Above the Grandmaster, reborn. Does the realm that Master said really exist?"

Ning Zhibai opened his eyes in his reverie.

On the wooden table in front of him.

A broken porcelain cup turned into powder and piled up into a small pile at the corner of the wooden table.

Ning Zhibai was stunned at first, then rubbed his eyes, lowered his head and approached, and even picked up a candle to illuminate, to make sure he was not mistaken.

"This..."

The second floor of the training room was empty, with nothing else.

For the whole afternoon, Su Heng was the only one on the second floor, and he left quietly in the evening.

Recalling what Ning Wantong said just now, Su Heng's cultivation seemed to have improved again.

"Could it be..." An incredible guess appeared in Ning Zhibai's mind, "Could it be that this porcelain cup was crushed into powder by Su Heng's palm power alone!!!"

"Is this still a human!?"

Ning Zhibai subconsciously held another porcelain cup in his hand and exerted force with his five fingers, but the porcelain cup did not move at all, but his fingers were in pain.

"It's broken!"

Ning Zhibai looked up at the bright moon outside the window, his mind was blank, "Could it be that this Chunyang Gong was really practiced by that kid to make something out of it? But my master, Taoist Nanshan, has never achieved what he has achieved in thirty years of practice, but he has achieved it in just three months... How is this possible!"

...

"You just run outside all day long, do nothing serious, and don't go home. The three of us are waiting for you here, and the food has already cooled down."

In the Su Mansion, a spacious and bright room.

Su Heng's father, Old Man Su, was tapping on the dining table with his fingers, and the oil lamp on it was shaking back and forth, reflecting Su Heng's slightly helpless expression.

"Actually, you don't have to wait for me." After Master Su finally finished his temper, Su Heng said helplessly, "You guys eat yours first, I can eat the leftovers when I come back. Besides, there are so many servants in the mansion, you can open a separate stove for me."

"You dare to talk back!" Master Su felt that his dignity as the head of the family was challenged, and his eyes widened.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry." Su's mother on the other side hurriedly reached out and grabbed Master Su's shoulder, and whispered to comfort him, "Hasn't Xiaoheng been practicing martial arts in that martial arts hall these days? I see that he has become a lot stronger recently, and he must have worked hard."

"Hmph!" Old Master Su snorted coldly, "What's the use of practicing martial arts?"

"Now that the world is peaceful, the court values ​​civil officials over military officials. Even if you are good at fighting, what can you do? Even if you are a so-called master in the martial arts world, if you are besieged by seven or eight archers holding powerful crossbows, you will die if you are not careful. What's more, there are skilled craftsmen in the court who have developed fire lances. Even if ordinary people hold them in their hands, they can pose a threat to the masters from a hundred steps away."

"So, studying hard and passing the imperial examinations is the right way." Another slightly childish voice came from Su Heng. This is his younger brother, named Su Shang. In addition, Su Heng has an older sister named Su Li who is two years older than him.

The younger brother Su Shang is only twelve years old, with fair skin, delicate face, red lips and white teeth, and is as beautiful as a little girl. But at this time, he sat at the dining table seriously, with a stern face, trying to put on the appearance of a little adult, shaking his head and saying to Su Heng, "Second brother, you are almost an adult, and your parents are not young anymore, don't let them..."

Su Shang couldn't finish his words.

Because Su Heng was tilting his head and looking down at him, with no expression on his face, but inexplicably a little scary.

Su Shang couldn't hold it anymore, shivered, and said in a trembling voice, "Second brother?"

Su Heng didn't say anything, just took out two chopsticks from the bamboo tube and handed them to his little brother. Su Shang reached out to take it, but his little face was puzzled.

"Break it hard." Su Heng said.

Su Shang was a little confused, but he did it anyway, using his thighs as a fulcrum, and exerted force with both hands. There was a crisp sound, and the two chopsticks were easily broken.

Su Heng waved his hand.

He took out all the chopsticks in the bamboo tube and handed them to Su Shang.

"Try again this time?"

Su Shang did as he was told. Dozens of chopsticks gathered together, which were obviously two circles thicker than Su Shang's arms. It was a bit difficult for him to hold them with his two small hands, let alone break the chopsticks.

"I understand." Su Shang looked up at Su Heng and said carefully, "A pair of chopsticks can be easily broken, but many pairs of chopsticks gathered together cannot be shaken at all. Second brother wants to tell me in this way that brothers and sisters in my Su family should be harmonious and friendly, help each other, so as to protect this huge family business."

"Well said..." Su Heng smiled, and the little brother was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then Su Heng changed the subject, "Unfortunately, it didn't hit the point."

Under Su Shang's puzzled eyes, Su Heng stretched out his hand and held all the chopsticks in his hand.

The big hand stretched out in front of Su Shang, and the thick wrist was almost as thick as the calf of an ordinary person. As Su Heng exerted force, the veins on his wrist bulged, and thick dark veins protruded outward.

In the orange-yellow firelight, Su Heng's smile widened.

Crack!

A crisp sound.

Then came a series of crackling sounds like firecrackers.

With just his terrible wrist strength, Su Heng broke dozens of pairs of chopsticks with one hand. The irregularly broken wooden chopsticks fell on the table, bounced up, and then fell again.

Su Shang's eyes widened, with a little fear on his face, but more of it was incredible.

The worldview he had formed in the past twelve years was reshaped by his brother with violence. There was silence in the room. After waiting for a few breaths, there was another slight sound - it was the chopsticks in Grandpa Su's hand that fell under the table.