Pirate’s Supreme Happy

Chapter 20: Koshiro’s Inquiry

The night is thick, Seymour Chiki Village, single-mindedly on the backyard.

“Ina, why are you cultivating so late at the beach today?” Dressed in a gray men’s kimono, Koshiro sits in a wooden corridor under the eaves, leisurely wiping a taisword.

In response to her father’s inquiry, Gu Yina put down the teacup in her hand and replied formally: “Father, I met a cultivator on the beach today, I competed with him, although in the end he said it was a draw, but I know that I have lost, he is two years older than me, very powerful.”

His name is Leng Feng, and in the end we became friends, very good friends! When talking about friends, Gu Yina’s serious little face showed a happy, excited expression.

Hearing his daughter’s answer, Koshiro’s eyes under his glasses were even smaller, and he still smiled leisurely: “Oh! Two years older than you, but asked us Ina to admit that she lost, that little guy called Leng Feng is amazing, hehe! At the end, Koshiro laughed.

“Can you tell me how you competed, Ina, I’m curious about that kid named Leng Feng.” Koshiro knows his daughter’s strength best, almost 5 years old, he is already able to fight against adults, the qualifications are very good, but it is a pity that it is a daughter, otherwise it will be stronger, a boy who can only be two years older than his daughter, can make his daughter admit that he lost in front of him, such a boy also makes Koshiro curious.

“Leng Feng! It’s a very smelly boy. Remembering Leng Feng’s cool look, Gu Yina was very angry, and said with a small face: “He stands and does not dodge and only takes a short stick, telling me to attack with all my strength, he is just blocking…”

A moment later!

After listening to his daughter’s story, Kooshiro put down the sword in his hand and said with a smile: “It seems that the little boy named Leng Feng has already obtained the realm of a swordsman, a terrible child!” Looking down at his daughter, he asked, “Did he say he lived on the island?” ”

“Yes, Father. He lived in the last village house to the west, which I told me when we separated. For her father’s question, Gu Yina did not hide the slightest answer.

“Ah! No, he said that he practiced knives, and that he was his own knives. Gu Yina obviously didn’t know what this meant now, and she was a little puzzled when she said this, and then said affirmatively: “Well, yes, that’s what he said.” ”

“Oh!” Genshiro was slightly surprised and whispered to himself: “My daughter won’t lie to me, if that little guy named Leng Feng really recognizes his own way, it’s either a demon qualification, or someone is behind his back, and he has time to pay attention to that child.” After that, he stood up, looked at the moonlight and smiled and said, “Ina, it’s time to sleep.” ”

“Yes, my lord.” Gu Yina answered obediently.

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And our protagonist Leng Feng simply does not know that he has been paid attention to, even if he knows Leng Feng, he will not care.

At this time, Leng Feng is sitting cross-legged on Chuan, using subtle internal strength to walk the meridians, to smooth out the damage of the meridians, constantly adjust the internal breath, suppress the trace of fury in the internal strength, let the internal strength be gentle like water, and wash away the loss of the meridians.

One night without a word.

After getting up in the morning, Leng Feng went to the river to wash up, returned to the courtyard, sat cross-legged on the stone pier under the big tree, and said to himself with his chin on his chin: “Practice shaving in the morning, practice sword art in the afternoon, carry qi and blood to flush the meridians at night, and when the damaged meridians recover, you can use drugs to flush the major meridians of the body, huh!” That’s it.

Standing on the bank of the stream, Leng Feng stood and closed to recall his understanding of shaving, and after a moment, he opened his eyes and said: “Step on the ground more than ten times in an instant (0.36 seconds), using the explosive speed generated by the reaction force to move. The diary records that “Leng Feng”‘s father, who had been cultivating for a year before he first bore fruit, was already very talented. ”

Kicked the leg and moved the lower leg~.

“Let’s get started, try to master quickly!”

Da·· Tap-da!

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“Failure! Again. ”

Tap-da

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“Come again!”

Tap-da

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Afternoon.

Leng Feng courtyard, in the mountain forest, selected a very dense wood, cut into a more than one meter long knife shape, weighing 100 catties.

Both arms and feet, wrists and ankles with a weight of up to 100 pounds, wielding heavy black wooden knives, constantly chopping, chopping, stabbing, prodding, sweeping, chopping, basic knife skills, knife wind gusts, sweat like rain, blades constantly roaring, pulling giant trees constantly have leaves falling, each leaf will be cold front black wooden knife or split, or chop, or chop, or prodding, or sweeping, or stabbed, the knife technique continues to accelerate, the surrounding air will also be violent disorder, the more leaves, the faster the knife speed, and each knife can successfully destroy the leaves , This is the knife that Leng Feng is cultivating now. It is also a knife training skill taught by Leng Feng’s master in the previous life, which has a good effect on perception, explosion, speed, and both.

Night.

Cultivating for a day, Leng Feng ate a meal, tired washing, returned home and sat on chuang, using the ancient luck exercises of the previous life, constantly carrying qi and blood, absorbing the energy brought by food, removing the fatigue brought by a day’s cultivation, and then washing away the discarded cells, accelerating the cell division into new cells, making its rouder body more powerful, the energy absorption was almost the same, and Leng Feng began to warm the damaged meridians.

Leng Feng arranged his daily cultivation in this way, constantly breaking through the limit, deepening the link of cultivation, becoming stronger every day, and never slackening.