Panic For 10000 Years

The next day, the fog had cleared.

The weather is fine.

Early in the morning, Dian Wei got up and dressed, walked out of the Temple of Earth, and subconsciously glanced at the direction of Xiaohe.

The scenes he saw last night are vivid.

Dian Wei felt apprehensive, and after rushing to wash, he cast a dice.

when!

when!

The golden dice stopped, it's one point!

No. 1 plug-in: I found a penny.

"It seems that today's fortune is good." Dian Wei sighed slightly, and it was natural to get a fortune plug-in.

However, Cangtong Town had already been searched by him. At this time, when the number one plug-in was turned on, it was nowhere to be used. It was like the whole body of Krypton Golden Dragon Slaying Equipment, but there was no dragon to slay.

Put away the gold dice.

Dian Wei took a deep breath, restrained his emotions, and rode a donkey to Cangtong Town quickly. He wanted to tell Old Man Zheng what he had seen and heard as soon as possible.

However, when he got outside the gate of Zheng Mansion.

Dian Wei suddenly thought that if he told Old Man Zheng what he had seen and heard last night, not to mention whether Old Man Zheng believed it or not, if Old Man Zheng wanted to take a look at the incident, he would definitely find that Erdao Village had been destroyed and he was alone. One person, how should he explain at that time.

Where did his money come from? I'm afraid it's not clear just because of this.

Thinking of this, Dian Wei suddenly calmed down and walked slowly into the east corner of the yard, warming up by himself.

At three poles in the sun, Old Man Zheng appeared yawning.

Dian Wei wiped off the sweat from his face, walked to the old man Zheng, without saying anything, directly handed out fifty taels of silver.

When the old man saw the silver, his eyes suddenly glowed, and the laziness on his face was swept away, and he smiled: "Yes, yes, it seems that your family is very supportive of you."

To be honest, he was a little surprised.

A child dressed in poor clothes like Dian Wei is a child of a poor family. They have to pay 50 taels of tuition per month and eat exotic animal meat, which is definitely under a lot of pressure.

Poor civil servants and rich martial arts, without sufficient financial support, the poor are not qualified to practice martial arts at all.

The reality is so cruel.

In this world, only martial arts can change destiny.

But practicing martial arts requires a lot of money and a lot of investment.

Poor people, where does so much money come from?

Unless, you have a talent different from ordinary people, the kind of martial arts prodigy who can be seen at a glance, one in a million.

If you are so lucky, if you meet Bole, you will learn art absolutely for free.

Even those who are greedy for money like Old Man Zheng will become disciples and cultivate them with all their strength.

The issue is:

How many geniuses are there among the poor?

Who will discover these geniuses?

As for whether Dian Wei was a genius, Old Man Zheng couldn't figure it out, and no one could figure it out.

After all, everyone sees the world with naked eyes.

Furthermore, Dian Wei was still a teenager, even if he was very talented and had great potential, he would not be able to tell at a glance.

Old man Zheng treated the same, his brothers clearly settled the accounts, no matter who studied the arts, the money that should be collected must not be less.

"Please Zheng Lao teach me the tricks." Dianwei gave a solemn salute, expressing expectation.

"Okay, come with me." The old man Zheng was in good spirits, turned and walked into the hall, Dian Wei followed in.

The maid closed the door to prevent others from watching.

The hall is very spacious and the space is very open, with a bronze tripod in the center.

Old man Zheng stood on the armrests, his expression became serious, and he slowly said, "Dian Wei, everyone talks about martial arts and martial arts, but what exactly do we martial artists do?"

This is asking what the nature of martial arts is.

Dian Wei was also very curious, and even said, "Old Zheng, please enlighten me."

Old man Zheng did not answer, "I ask you, how can I kill a person?"

Dian Wei blinked, "Use, fist?"

"Stupid!" Old man Zheng shook his head, "How can I kill a person? Of course, I beat him hard."

This old guy...

Dian Wei was speechless.

The old man Zheng pulled the corner of his mouth, showing a playful smile, and said: "I'm not teasing you. The essence of martial arts is in this sentence, and the answer is the word'strength'."

Dianwei thoughtfully: "Zheng Lao meant that martial arts training is actually training strength?"

"That's what I meant." Old man Zheng nodded, "So, as long as you figure out what Jin is, where Jin comes from, and how to practice Jin, you will truly step into the threshold of martial arts."

Interesting, Dian Wei couldn't help but **** his ears to listen.

Old man Zheng slowly said:

"Jin is the strength in the human body, invisible and intangible, but when you clenched your fist, you can feel its existence.

Jin comes from our body. There is energy in the blood, muscles, bones, and viscera.

Since Jin is in our body, as long as we can strengthen Jin and control Jin, we can master the tyrannical power, right? "

Dian Wei quickly understood.

Old man Zheng just explained what Jin is and where does Jin come from. In summary, what he said is...

Quante is nonsense.

"Old Zheng, how can we strengthen our strength?" Dian Wei asked directly.

Old man Zheng waved his hand and said leisurely: "Don't worry, let me ask you another question, what do you think is the limit of human strength? That is, how much strength can we exert at most?"

Dian Wei thought for a while, "Ordinary people have the strength to carry a bag of rice."

"Almost, a strong ordinary person is just that little energy."

As the old man Zheng said, he walked to the side of the bronze cauldron, stretched out his right hand, put away three fingers, and pressed his index and middle fingers against the bottom.

Dian Wei didn't know what he was going to do, so he stretched his head and looked at the bottom of the tripod.

Unexpectedly, the bronze cauldron suddenly left the ground and rose a little.

Dian Wei suddenly changed color, shocked.

I saw Old Man Zheng lifted the bronze cauldron with two fingers. This bronze cauldron weighed at least a thousand jins.

The old man Zheng raised the bronze cauldron over his head, his expression still relaxed.

At this moment, a layer of light gushes from his body, glowing with a faint Xia Cai, like a slimy liquid covering the whole body, gurgling like a stream.

"Have you seen Jin?" Old man Zheng just stood there, calmly asking Dian Wei.

Dianwei held his breath and nodded: "I see it, mucus like a mucus."

Old man Zheng broke his gong in an instant, and he didn't have a good air: "What kind of nasal mucus, this is called'blood energy', but after the strength in the blood is strengthened, it reaches the superb realm that can be seen by the naked eye, understand?"

Dian Wei seemed to understand but nodded and said, "The disciple is taught."

Old man Zheng put down the bronze cauldron. He wanted to show off his great power and frighten the disciples who had never seen the world before. Every time he used this trick, he could tame those disciples one by one, making them look shocked and worshipped, admiring him like a **** .

Dian Wei, this stinky boy, seems to be lacking a root.

No matter, the old man Zheng suddenly felt dull, and said, "The martial arts I practiced is called "Moving Mountain Gong". I learned from the "Moving Mountain Gate". From low to high, it is divided into "different blood", "easy muscles" and "forging bone 'Wait for several realms.

The first step in martial arts training is ‘alienated blood’.

As the name suggests, it is to make the blood in one's body mutate, thereby strengthening strength. "

Finally came to the point.

Dian Wei immediately cheered up and kept his mind in mind.

"Practicing the first level of "Moving Mountain Gong", supplemented by a unique secret medicine, plus the nourishment of exotic animal meat, there is hope for'alienated blood'."

Old man Zheng set his posture, "There are three moves on the first level of "Moving Mountain Gong". Look carefully. The first style is "Raising the Sky with One Arm"..."