The Omnipresent Martial Arts Sage

　　 "I'll go!" A little guy rushed into the back room cleverly, and soon took a wooden grid with many small grids inside, and each grid contained a different snack.

　　What kind of chicken feet, melon seeds, grapes, chestnuts, wheat sugar, etc., these good things can be eaten in these seasons and environments.

　　 It can be seen that the life of Old Man Zheng is not ordinary.

　　 He picked up a chicken claw and gnawed the heart of the claw.

　　 "It's a bit salty."

　　 "Okay, let me talk about this in detail, the reason."

　　 He slowly put down his chicken feet and licked his lips.

　　 "The reason, this..."

　　 He looked at the circle of people around waiting for him to speak.

　　 "Why? Don't go to practice anymore? Just listen to bragging to gain strength? One by one, right?!"

　　 "Go, go! Let me continue! Work hard day and night, and you won’t regret it when you use it!"

　　 He picked up a wicker on the back of the chair and drew it towards several people.

　　 The wicker crackled loudly, and the guys grinned and scattered.

　　 Only Wei He is left.

　　 "Okay, now, let's continue. Just now, where did we go?" Old man Zheng scratched his hair.

　　 "Speaking of the difference between us and ordinary people." Wei He quickly continued.

　　 "Well, yes, it's here." The old man was so slow that people wanted to slap him.

　　 He took a long breath, then let it out slowly.

　　 "Why do we practice martial arts? Isn't it just to be able to beat others?"

　　 "Yes." Wei He nodded. He was also very curious at this time, whether the martial arts in this world was not what he was in his previous life.

　　 In the previous life, Huaxia's martial arts continued to weaken because it could not keep up with the times, so that it was easily defeated by a group of Sanda.

　　 can't make an army.

　　 To say that Chinese martial arts can't be played from ancient times to the present, Wei He doesn't believe it. After all, there have been an endless stream of masters emerging from all dynasties and generations. Among the billions of people in Novosibirsk, there are always some who study hard and practice hard, and it is impossible to all be rubbish.

　　 Why I still can't beat Sanda? It is estimated that the biggest possibility is to be complacent and lack actual combat.

　　 So he is very curious about what his martial arts in this world is like.

　　 The old man Zheng lingered for a while, and finally he stopped selling.

　　 "In this martial arts training, we have to beat people. If we beat people, our goal of martial arts will be achieved.

　　 Therefore, martial arts is to practice the skill of using various methods to win and kill others. "

　　 he concluded.

　　 "I don't know what other people think, anyway this is the basis of my Huishan boxing."

　　 The old man Zheng touched his beard: "And the most fundamental thing that can beat others is that it depends on who is strong, who is fast, who can fight accurately. And who is more resistant!"

　　 "See you, Master! Only a veteran master like you can summarize such insights." Wei He quickly praised.

　　 The old man Zheng smiled, "The truth is very simple, but how can I make myself stronger, faster, more accurate, and more resistant? This is what I learned.

　　 We practice martial arts for these purposes. but...."

　　 He changed his voice.

　　 "It's impossible for people to know everything." It is said that this old man Zheng had also become a scholar when he was young. When speaking, he is different from others.

　　 He sighed.

　　 "Human energy is also extremely limited, talent, and there is no way to take care of it everywhere. Therefore, it is already very good to be able to practice one direction to a great extent."

　　 He looked at Wei He.

　　 "I go back to Shan, and I practice both hands and fists."

　　 "The rich can use good gloves to enhance fist attacks and protection. But you have no money." Old Zheng said lazily.

　　 "So, practice, harden your fists, strengthen your strength, and hit people will be more powerful."

　　 He stood up and pointed to a tall man with a dull face.

　　 "Zhao Hong, you are responsible for taking your junior brother. Let him practice his strength first."

　　 "Oh..." the man answered honestly.

　　 Wei He looked at the man, compared him with the other people around him, and felt that Zhao Hong might be quite strong.

　　 "Little Junior Brother, my name is Zhao Hong, Senior Brother, I will teach you how to practice strength first. But this strength training requires meat, you have to find a way to make up for it."

　　 "I understand!" Wei He nodded seriously. "By the way, big brother, I don't know, have you heard of an internal master?"

　　 "Internal training? What internal training? I don't know." Zhao Hong shook his head, and he could see that this person is an honest personality.

　　 is tall, muscular, and obedient. It is estimated that in this yard, he is often ordered.

　　 "As soon as you came today, follow me to practice stone lifting."

　　 "Lift a stone?" Wei He felt a little pitted. After he paid so much money together, he was just being pulled to lift the stone?

　　 "Yes, but this move is also skillful. When you lift, you should be slow and slow. At the same time, I have a little Huishanquan method here, you have to remember."

　　 Zhao Hong earnestly led Wei He to a corner of piles of enlarged small stones.

　　 "This method is like a floating willow, light as the wind, feet firmly rooted to move." Zhao Hong snorted.

　　 "..." Wei He was speechless, this formula seemed a little different from what he had imagined.

"Let's practice first." Zhao Hong took a stone, about the same width as his body, and then hugged it in the middle of his arm, up and down, at least a large stone of hundreds of catties, in his hand, it went up and down easily. Floating softly.

　　 But although his upper body is moving, his feet seem to be rooted, fixed in place.

　　 Wei He seemed to understand a little bit.

　　 "This is strength training?" he asked.

"This is, just find the right stone for yourself." Zhao Hong explained, "This training is followed by skills training, dermabrasion, footwork, and actual combat. You have to train until you get blood and energy. Thick, with both hands and fists breaking the stakes without pain, it's almost time for the next step."

　　 "Big brother, this qi and blood is heavy, are there any signs of division? How can I judge the level of my qi and blood?" Wei He asked carefully.

"My Huishan fist has several levels, namely cowhide, stone skin, and iron skin. It refers to the effect that your fist can achieve. You can try it yourself in the future. As long as you reach the cowhide, your blood will be enough. ." Zhao Hong introduced.

　　 "Understood." Wei He nodded, "So when can we start?"

　　 "It's okay now." Zhao Hong didn't play a sloppy look.

　　Wei He didn't say anything, but with the assistance of Zhao Hong, he picked a stone.

　　 followed the practice for an afternoon, and soon he was sore and weak, but a magical time appeared.

　　 Old man Zheng, in addition to Professor Huishanquan, also serves a special medicinal soup called Xiaowantang.

　　 Anyone who pays can get it, one bowl a day.

　　 Zhao Hong brought him a bowl. After drinking, Wei He unexpectedly disappeared the soreness the next morning.

　　 He suddenly understood that although this world looks similar to the previous life, it must have its own uniqueness in details.

　　 This old man of Shanquan, Zheng, can always rely on teaching people to eat together. He has such a reputation and expensive fees. He must be exceptional.

　　 After all, this year’s tuition is equivalent to the entire expenditure of a family of three others for one year.

　　 Now the world is not good, silver is not as valuable as before, and prices are soaring, but this old man is still living quite well, showing his ability to make money.

　　 From this day on, Wei He has been practicing hard with Zhao Hong every day, taking one day off every three days. During this holiday, he will continue to do homework for those young masters and learn to read.

　　 While making money, while spending money, there is still a balance back and forth.

　　 And Wei Ying, the second sister, simply lived in a house near Old Man Zheng.

　　 The house is owned by Old Man Zheng. For the sake of not having to pay for it, Wei Ying lived in it for free.

　　 Although it is a bit broken, it is better than being harassed by the three of Chen Biao.

　　Everything was settled temporarily, and Wei He devoted himself to training.

　　 Chen Biao, the three of them, he has no ability to solve them in a short time, but it doesn't matter.

　　 will be long in Japan.

　　 Days pass by.

　　 Wei He also honestly began to practice hard every day. Every day before dawn, I get up and beat my bones.

　　 Although Old Man Zheng also provides food, he still prepares extra meatloaf for himself and eats a little bit after working out.

　　In order to ensure the daily growth of the body, a large amount of demand is required, and at the same time, it is also necessary to provide additional nutrients to the Pokémon.

　　 A lot of money was spent, and Wei He's bones became stronger with time.

　　 The Boundary Breaking Bead on his chest also slowly turned black. It just still hasn't reached the pure black that can be used.

　　 And seeing him settled in the Zheng's yard, Chen Biao and the three were somewhat restrained.

　　 It’s just that every time I meet him and my second sister, I can always see Chen Biao’s sneaky and malicious eyes.

　　 In a blink of an eye, more than three months passed.

　　Hoo...

Before dawn.

　　 Wei He embraced a large rock with his hands, agitated his whole body, and moved back and forth.

　　 Around him, there are also other guys from the Huishan boxing, fighting together.

After 　　 corrected his posture and tips for a period of time, he stopped taking care of him, and instead taught another newcomer.

　　Wei He practices strength every day, although it is boring, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but feeling this feeling of becoming stronger day by day, he feels quite at ease.

　　 "Junior Brother Xiaohe, how are you today? Can you pay a hundred catties?"

　　 In the empty space on the right, the third senior brother Cheng Shaojiu took off the outer robe, revealing a short shot inside.

　　 Then he picked up a stone from the corner and started to warm up.

　　In the past few months, he and Wei He have gotten closer instead.

　　 In the beginning, he took the initiative of the second sister Wei He to move closer to the younger brother.

　　 Only after contacting him later, I discovered that Wei He was a man who was reticent on the surface, but he was tenacious and committed, and he had many insights.

　　 Cheng Shaojiu took a long time, but on the contrary, he became interested in making friends with Wei He.

　　 And Wei He also has no ill feelings towards the third brother who has a somewhat offensive personality.

　　 The two also got close.

　　 "One hundred catties is still not enough, my training time is still too short." Wei He shook his head and gently put down the seventy catties stone in his hand. Movable joints.

　　 "No hurry, no hurry, there will be a concert in the afternoon, in a town in the south of the city. I heard that everyone here is Pipa. They must have done an extraordinary job. I'm going to listen. Are you together?"

　　 Cheng Shaojiu's attitude towards Wei He is different from that of others. This guy likes to be arty, literate and has extraordinary insights, and he quickly recognized him as his own.

　　 always notify him of such activities in the past.

　　Although Wei He has never been there once, the reason why he enjoys this is probably more of a faint show off.

　　 After all, people who can still listen to music in this age will not be the poor.

　　 "No, Brother San, what do I ask you to ask me about, is there any news?" Wei He rested, picked up a stone again, and continued to practice.