Omnipresent God of War: Four stability down

　　 "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 Old Man Zheng’s life 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 him waiting for him to speak.

　　 "Why? Don't go to practice anymore? Just listen to bragging to gain strength? Everyone can do it, right?!"

　　 "Go and go! Give me all to go on! Work hard day and night, you won’t regret it when you use it!"

　　 He picked up a wicker on the back of the chair and drew it at 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 draw him.

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

　　"Why do we practice martial arts? Isn't it just 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 past life, Huaxia's martial arts continued to weaken because it couldn't keep up with the times, so that it was easily defeated by a group of Sanshou practitioners.

　　 could not become an army.

　　 To say that Chinese martial arts can’t be played from ancient times to the present, Wei He doesn’t believe it. Rubbish.

　　Why 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.

　　 Old man Zheng lingered for a while, and finally he stopped selling off.

　　"This martial arts practice is to beat people. If we beat people well, our goal of martial arts training will be achieved.

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

　　 he concluded.

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

　　 Old man Zheng touched his beard: "And this one can beat others, the most fundamental, in fact, depends on who is strong, who is fast, who can fight accurately. And who is more resistant!"

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

　　 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..."

　　His voice changed.

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

　　 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 the mountain boxing, what I practice is my hands and my 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 more powerfully."

　　 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 strength first."

　　 "Oh..." the man answered honestly.

　　 Wei He looked at the man, compared his body shape with those of others around him, and felt that Zhao Hong might be quite strong.

　　"Little Junior Brother, I’m Zhao Hong, Senior Brother, I’ll teach you how to practice strength first. But this strength training requires meat, you have to find a way to make up for your food."

　　 "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 one is an honest personality.

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

　　 "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 dragged 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, and feet firmly rooted to move." Zhao Hong uttered a sigh of relief.

　　"..." 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 own body, and then hugged it in the middle of his arm. At least one hundred kilograms of a large stone was in his hand, and it was easily mounted. Up and down, floating softly.

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

　　Wei He seems to understand a little bit.

　　 "This is training strength?" he asked.

　　"This is just to find the right stone for yourself." Zhao Hong explained, "This training is followed by practice moves, dermabrasion, footwork, and finally actual combat. You have to practice before and after. When the qi and blood are heavy, and the pegs are broken with both hands and fists 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.

　　"There are several levels of my Huishan boxing, namely cowhide, stone skin, and iron skin. It refers to the effect that the hardness of your fist can achieve. You can try it against it later. As long as it reaches the cowhide, you will be bloody. That's enough." Zhao Hong introduced.

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

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

　　 Wei He didn't say anything, but with Zhao Hong's assistance, he went forward and 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, a special medicinal soup called Xiaowantang is also served here.

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

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

　　 He immediately 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, who can always rely on teaching people to eat together, has such a reputation and charges so much, he must be exceptional.

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

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

　　 Starting from this day, Wei He has been practicing hard with Zhao Hong every day, taking a day off every three days. During this holiday, he will continue to do homework for the young masters and ladies, and learn to read by the way.

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

　　 And the second sister, Wei Ying, 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, I let Wei Ying live in it for free.

　　 Although it’s a bit broken, it’s 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.

　　Wei He also honestly began to practice hard every day. Every day before dawn, I get up and beat my muscles and 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 a large amount of daily body growth needs, and at the same time provide additional nutrients for the Pokémon.

　　A large amount of silver money was spent. As time changed, Wei He's bones became stronger and stronger.

　　 The Boundary Orb on his chest also slowly turned black. It's just that it still doesn't reach 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 have passed.

　　hu...

　　 It's not light yet.

　　Wei He embraced a large rock with both hands, agitated his whole body, and kept moving back and forth up and down.

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

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

　　Wei He practices strength every day, although it is boring~IndoMTL.com~, but feeling this kind of feeling of becoming stronger day by day, I feel 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 bunt 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 very reticent on the surface, but he was tenacious and committed, and he had many insights.

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

　　 And Wei He also has no distaste for this third brother who has a somewhat offensive personality.

　　 The two also got together and approached.

　　 "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.

　　"Don’t rush, don’t rush, there will be a concert in the afternoon in a town in the south of the city. I heard that everyone here is Pipa, you must be an extraordinary performer. I'm going to listen to it. Are you together?"

　　 Cheng Shaojiu’s attitude towards Wei He is different from that of others. This guy likes to be arty, literate and very insightful, and he quickly recognized him as his own person.

　　 used to notify him as soon as he had such an event.

　　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 go to listen to music in this age will not be the poor people.

　　 "Don't go, Brother San, what do I ask you to find out, is there any news?" Wei He rested, picked up a stone again, and continued to practice.