Legend of the Cultivation God Chapter 90: Practice

Ninth Ten Chapter Pairing Practice

celebration feast reached its first climax in the European Great Faction Master picture of the future. The people in the meeting room were as excited as chicken blood and frequently toasted each other. It seemed that the entire river and lake had already been surnamed.

There are naturally sober people in the hall, for example, Ou Peng, the creator who is surrounded by everyone, the six tigers who are fighting with other Elder, and the Disciple who laughs with the females of Yingyanyan, Ou Yan, and so on. There are never shortages of smart people in the rivers and lakes, but there are few great men who can direct the thoughts and actions of the fools. Maybe you know that some words are unbelievable. But look at the rivers and lakes of Bloody Red. Why ca n’t we sing today and be drunk today?

Twilight is like a song outside the meeting room.

Several days after the celebration banquet, Shuipeng went to Luoshui to regain control of the Luoshui Gang. At the repeated request of Shuipeng, Ou Peng reluctantly sent Shangguan Merry and a group of elites to assist Shuipeng to deal with Luoshui. Help affairs.

The fighting and merging of the Ain faction and the Luoshui gang is indeed a small wave in the rivers and lakes where the martial arts are fighting. It has not attracted the attention of many people, but in some places, it has different reactions.

Ten Thousand Swords Peak, the Chamber of Deputies, Wan Chengjiu listened to the following report, his face gloomy, patted the armrest of the chair with his palm, and said, "How will my Ten Thousand Swords peak cope with this development? You guys, do you have any good rationalization suggestions? If it does n’t work, go to the grassroots to get a few representatives to get two proposals to discuss. "

Spreading Fragrance Doctrine, a flower pavilion, the fragrance is intoxicating, a pair of jade hands, holding a piece of floral rice paper, and a pleasant voice sounded: "Euro Great Faction Master, really inhuman, the slave ’s eyes are good, but I do n’t know if you can To what extent it will develop, wait and see. "

Great Forest Buddhist Temple, a secluded hut, under a candle, with a dry hand, took a small piece of paper, and looked at it, a pinch of two fingers, actually let the piece of paper burn up, the burnt paper dust, floating On the ground, a hoarse voice sounded: "It's stupid. I didn't eat such a fragrant bait in front of me, but I was caught by the nest. It made Lao Tzu try in vain. It seems that I have to make a mistake. , The thin dead camel is bigger than the horse. "

A mysterious place, a mysterious person, a mysterious voice: "The rivers and lakes are really lively, why aren't you dying?"

However, none of this is known to Ou Peng. He and his 缥缈 派 are developing steadily.

And everything on the rivers and lakes, Zhang Xiaohua did n’t know, even if what happened to the Aya faction, it was not what Zhang Xiaohua could know. He and his Fist Art learning actually entered a bottleneck.

It ’s the bottleneck, it ’s the Cultivation Base that raises the Xiaohua. It ’s just that the four people in the school sent out some basic Fist Art in Xiaohua, and then according to what they learned, Professor Zhang Xiaohua such as Liu Jiaquan, Cai Family , Li Family boxing, Mo Family boxing, Wujia boxing, Xue family boxing, weird phenomena appeared. The Fist Art taught in the past, Zhang Xiaohua is of course more and more forgotten, after the night, you can always remember some, whether it is three The trick is still four. It always shows that I have learned it, but these Fist Arts later, no matter how much Zhang Xiaohua learned the day before, I spent the night and waited the next day, I completely forgot, even if I continue to study, I will still do it in the next day, He Tianshu Scratched his ear thoroughly.

In He Tianshu's mind, this Xiaohua can pick up a 500-kilogram weight with one arm without going through cultivation. This is a genius. Although this weight is not too horrible for Jianghu people, think about it if Zhang Xiaohua practiced martial arts. The effect will be tempting just to think about it. Although after age, martial arts cannot be Great Accomplishment, and the future will not be as famous as Shi Niu, but it is more than enough to change the status quo of He Tianshu, but this Xiaohua brain? There's really nothing to say. It's not stupid to look at this kid. How can I not learn? This most basic Fist Art can't practice, let alone Zhang Xiaohua is still not aware of the internal power Heart Law. A few days ago, I saw Zhang Xiaohua Although I ca n’t remember all the Professor Fist Art, but I can learn a little bit anyway. , He Tianshu thought that Zhang Xiaohua would learn to learn, maybe he could open it up? But now, He Tianshu is completely discouraged, Zhang Xiaohua this decayed wood, it is completely decaying, and it is unbearable to carve.

So, He Tianshu said in a sentence: "Zhang Xiaohua, your cultivation is now entering a bottleneck. Breaking this bottleneck depends on chance. For the time being, I will not teach you other Fist Art. You should first study the previous Fist Art. Wait for a breakthrough. If there is a bottleneck, I ’ll teach you again. ”Zhang Xiaohua was sent away, and Zhang Xiaohua was thrown away, thinking about the incomplete Fist Art while tossing around.

It's just that this Xiaohua is also diligent and very hardworking. Every day when the sun shows his face, he wakes up and never returns to the house until late at night. He practices martial arts in that place, whether it is in the wind or the rain, nor thunder. Moving, this kind of tenacity touched He Tianshu very much, but thinking about his brain, He Tianshu still gave up other ideas.

Not only He Tianshu was touched, but one-armed Yu Lao almost also visited Zhang Xiaohua ’s martial arts every day. He was also well aware of his situation. Every time it was nods, but this nods was definitely Zhang Xiaohua. Hard work, with no qualifications at all.

On this day, at night, the wind was clear and starry, and He Tianshu was in a good mood. He watched Zhang Xiaohua tossing and turning on those few tricks. After a hard work, he called a pause and said: "Zhang Xiaohua, you have been practicing for so long. On some Fist Art, how about letting you fight with the real martial arts today? "

Zhang Xiaohua looked at He Tianshu and said, "Captain He, do you think I can do it?"

He Tianshu smiled and said: "Why not, martial arts Expert is also started from the basic one-by-one tricks, you do n’t have to be afraid, I let the second-hands show mercy and feed you."

Finally, he said to the Disciple, a squad that practiced fist next to him: "Nie Xiaoer, come here and go against Zhang Xiaohua. You just need to practice his moves, do n’t take it seriously."

Nie Xiaoer recruited and said, "Okay, Captain He, I know."

Then, close your feet, move your palms forward, and take a hands-on style. Take a look at Xiaohua. Yo, familiar, is n’t this the way to do Arhat boxing? Although, this is the first time he has compared with a person, his palms are already sweating, but it is still like Nie Xiaoer, putting up a hand-up style, and then, Nie Xiaoer shouted: "Zhang Xiaohua, you do it first . "

Zhang Xiaohua should say: "Okay, Brother Nie, be careful."

After finishing speaking, lift your leg, move forward, push your right fist, and hit Nie Xiaoer. Then Nie Xiaoer saw Zhang Xiaohua's fist getting bigger and bigger. When he was in front of him, his figure fell, and his left hand held Zhang Xiaohua. In the wrist, the right hand hit the bridge of Zhang Xiaohua with a punch.

But the bridges of mortal noses are all weak places. Even though Nie Xiaoer stayed in touch, Zhang Xiaohua still had tears in his eyes, he could not see anything, and he could n’t care about punching anymore. Tears were wiped away.

Wait for Xiaohua to wipe his tears, look at Nie Xiaoer, and he said firmly, "Come on, Brother Nie, let's continue."

After speaking, the two of them opened their posture again. This round of fighting was like the first replica, but Zhang Xiaohua rushed forward too fast, Nie Xiaoer could n’t hold his fist, the first punch was strong Hit the bridge of Zhang Xiaohua's nose, and immediately, Zhang Xiaohua had a nosebleed.

Zhang Xiaohua immediately jumped out of the circle and wiped his nose while shouting: "No more, no more. You are a slap, why do n’t you follow the routine?"

Everyone is stunned. If it wasn't for getting along with Zhang Xiaohua during this time, the nerve exercise was tougher, this sentence is enough to make them short circuit.

Poor Zhang Xiaohua, he thought it was based on the routine, everyone felt: "It is not self-taught, it is not possible, it is still full-time, there is a teacher to teach, a formal education is good."

When Zhang Xiaohua was finished, He Tianshu told him the meaning of Bidou, and Zhang Xiaohua understood it, and it ’s also true. If it ’s just a routine, everyone can beat their proud Fist Art on one side. , Where's the blood, the life gambling?

This Third second Xiaohua took care, and slowly followed the pace and moves of Nie Xiaoer, and began to hand in a little moves. Although it was strange and abnormal, it really took the first step.

It ’s just that hand, that arm, that leg, it ’s very stiff, like the first brother who just entered the flower bush, he looked left and right, looked up and down, like a bulky bear, and looked at Nie Xiao instead Second, he took a fiddled attitude and flirted with Fists & Kicks's beautiful looks like flowers and butterflies. The Xiaohua's Fists & Kicks couldn't stand up to him at all, and his body, face, and legs were not there. Nie Xiaoer's fight was less, and finally, Zhang Xiaohua was also very angry. Watching Nie Xiaoer made a move, I felt that the use of Erlang's fist was suitable, which made the whole body's strength, and punched Nie Xiaoer with a punch. Go, the fist “hu” ground one sound came to Nie Xiaoer's eyes, the strength seemed not inferior to that fist he hit He Tianshu that day. In Zhang Xiaohua's idea, how could he fly Nie Xiaoer out? , How to say this is also a fist with five hundred pounds of strength.

But the fact is far beyond Zhang Xiaohua ’s expectations. Then Nie Xiaoer saw the fist, and he was not panic, his fist changed into a palm. With one hand wrapped around Gold Thread, he took Zhang Xiaohua ’s fist. Probing in hand, grasping Zhang Xiaohua's shirt, and then twisting his feet, a technique of four or two dials, took Zhang Xiaohua's body, pulled in the direction of his fist, and pulled, instantly, Zhang Xiaohua's small body, like a string As an arrow, he left the ground and flew out. Fortunately, the front is Medicine Field, Land Protector is soft, and the ordinary medicinal herbs are planted. He Tianshu saw this and did not stop it.

Actually, He Tianshu lost confidence in Zhang Xiaohua. That ’s why strength is there, but he ca n’t use it. Just like a three-year-old child can play a Meteor hammer with a catty, it ’s amazing, but one does n’t. Be careful, it is the result of hitting your own head. At that time, you will lose your own life.

Although Zhang Xiaohua can have a thousand pounds of strength, but the way to Fist Art is like a decayed wood, he ca n’t use his own strength. This Nie Xiaoer is just the last stream of the Confederate school. Disciple, a simple four or two dials can get Zhang Xiaohua Let alone others?

After not long afterwards, it turned out that the gray-faced Zhang Xiaohua came back safely, but the clothes were dusty, and the hair was muddy. At this time, Zhang Xiaohua did not have the regret and frustration He Tianshu thought about, but it was a surprise. Unusually, when he walked in front of Nie Xiaoer, he hurriedly asked what Fist Art was. Why didn't he teach him a few days ago.

Nie Xiaoer looked at him innocently, pointing at He Tianshu pitifully, "Brother, this has to let Captain He tell you."

Zhang Xiaohua quickly came over and begged He Tianshu to teach him this kind of Fist Art. He Tianshu could n’t help crying and said, "Zhang Xiaohua, you are willing to learn the strength of martial arts. I am extremely supportive, but I must do everything in order, If you do n’t lay a good foundation, you wo n’t succeed in learning any advanced martial arts. The martial arts used by the second child is not an Fist Art, but a use of the Fist Art moves. You have n’t even learned the basic Fist Art. What can I teach? You? Moreover, this skill of two or two pounds is not only about posture, but also a way of using it more powerfully. There is a unique method of the Taoist faction. You are not a Disciple now, but I dare not Professor to you, even if it is If you want to study, I have to ask for Village Master, and I can only think about it after waiting for the leadership's instructions. "

After that, He Tianshu smiled apologetically: "A little more, this instruction requires First Layer First Layer's request, and then First Layer First Layer's approval. When I came to me, I don't know the year of the monkey. The style of this high-level is to be discussed. You are still stable. Practice your Fist Art, after your bottleneck, plan again. "

Zhang Xiaohua was rejected by He Tianshu. He was a little sad, but he also knew that he only got a little favor from Village Master. It ’s already very good to be able to learn Fist Art, but He Tianshu does n’t hide himself from himself. I have learned a lot, but my Fist Art is really too bad. Before he learned everything and got He Tianshu's approval, he was not qualified to complain.

Zhang Xiaohua ’s first martial arts competition ended here. For Nie Xiaoer, it was just a game, but Zhang Xiaohua realized a whole new world. At least he knew that the competition did not follow the routine, then It seems that he suddenly flashed Spirit Light, he can compete without learning the full set of roads? So, why, Captain He has always asked him to learn all Fist Art, and then talk about further learning?

This question remains in Zhang Xiaohua's mind for a long time, and there is no answer.

However, this does not affect his enthusiasm for martial arts. After the Captain He and others of the Yanpai School went to bed, Zhang Xiaohua still practiced his tattered Fist Art.

Zhang Xiaohua has more than a month to Huanxi Mountain Village. It is flat on Medicine Field on weekdays, weeding and weeding, watering, doing what I used to do in Guozhuang in the past. I still practice boxing in the morning and evening. And the food is also wonderfully tight, and the meat is constant. In the eyes of Zhang Xiaohua, this is the day of Divine Immortal. What kind of nostalgia has long been put aside, and I almost forgot to have a pro Second Brother in Pingyang not far away. What about the city?

And Huanxi Mountain Village ’s little guy is on vacation for a few days every month, you can go out or rest in your own room, rest in the village, naturally, it ’s very easy, and if you go out, just It's very troublesome, not only to report to the management, but also go to the designated place of Mountain Village for record, issue the waist card, and give you an appointment time to return to the village, before letting you go out.

On this day, Zhang Xiaohua finished his Fists & Kicks, frowned and walked into the hut, but found that Ma Jing was actually washing his feet in a copper basin. Zhang Xiaohua was surprised, and quickly turned his head, thinking strangely, It still rose from the east as usual. But I wonder if this sloppy Ma Jing has washed its feet today? "

Thinking about it, I quickly stepped forward, touched the forehead of Ma Jing with care, tried my forehead again, and wondered, "Brother Ma, you have no fever."

Ma Jing said angrily: "I am naturally ill, why do I have a fever? On such a good day, I can go out and breathe fresh air, why should I be sick?"

Zhang Xiaohua puzzled: "Brother Ma, how to say this? The air in this Zhuang’zi is very fresh every day, except for our house."

Ma Jing pouted, said: "You old hat, what do you know, the air of Zhuang’zi is fresh, and the pollen smell of Zuixianglou is not fragrant."

Zhang Xiaohua suddenly realized that although he had n’t been to these places, he could n’t hold up the beauty of Ma Jing nagging in his ears every day, and naturally knew where it was.

Zhang Xiaohua moved his heart and said, "Brother Ma, I always hear you mention Zuixianglou, it seems that you are going there today?"

Ma Jing carefully took a look at all around and whispered: "Your kid is not very young, he knows a lot, and he is very clever. You Brother Ma just want to take care of their business. How do you get it? You want to go too?"

Zhang Xiaohua accompanied with caution and said, "Brother Ma, you made a mistake, I just wanted to ask, I have been to Mountain Village for a month, and I have never been out of Mountain Village, I heard that we can go out every month, I want to go to Pingyang City with Brother Ma. Zuixiang Tower is not going, it is also good to go around. "

Ma Jing tilted his head and thought about it for a while, it is estimated that this Xiaohua will not delay his major events, and he will order nods, which is agreed, Zhang Xiaohua is overjoyed in his heart, thanks in his mouth, and then he took it a little and took a seat. Wait for Ma Jing on the edge of kang.

I thought Ma Jing would be packed soon, but watching Ma Jing pack this, tinker with that, clean myself from head to toe, and also changed it thoroughly from the inside out, Zhang Xiaohua looks like a A refreshing feeling, where is this sloppy Ma Jing, it is simply a handsome white-faced Xiao Langjun.

Zhang Xiaohua looked stunned. It was not too early to look at the sun outside. The time was not too early. This Ma Jing was dressed longer than the older girl used to get on the sedan chair. He could n’t help but urge, saying, "Brother Ma, Can you hurry up? It's not too early in the day. "

Who knows, Ma Jing is still not panicking, looking at the mirror over and over again, saying: "Not busy, not busy, the girl at Drunken House is probably still in a dream at this moment, I will go there What did you do earlier? "

Zhang Xiaohua's nose was crooked, and he almost collapsed on the kang. Fortunately, he spent a long time with Ma Jing, and now he has a wide range of knowledge. Immediately he took a horse and stepped into it, which was unbearable.