Sword God

The sky was light and silent.

Most people in Xiaohu Town are still asleep, but Chen Zong opened his eyes quickly, his body twisted, as flexible as a loach, he fell out of the bed quietly, fell on his hands and feet, put on his clothes and washed his clothes, and took a few bites of pancakes Attach heavy iron pieces to each waist and open and close the door lightly and lightly.

The light outside the house was dim and silent, and he took a deep breath of fresh air and slowly spit it out. The slight coolness hovered around his chest, cheering up Chen Zong and running forward with his hands and feet.

The heavy iron piece on his body weighed 30 pounds. Rao Shi was carried by Chen Zong every day. He still panted when he ran a few hundred meters, but he gritted his teeth to resist perseverance.

No pain No gain.

Run to the small lake, stop, rest for a few minutes, and continue to run around the lake with his legs.

There are more than 1,600 meters in the lap of the small lake. It takes about ten minutes to run down with a load of 30 pounds. After running for three laps, Chen Zong drenched his sweat, and the whole figure was just salvaged from the water, and his skin was red. The whole body is hot, the heart is beating like a big drum thumping, and the breath is fierce like a big windbox being pulled in a blacksmith's shop.

As the sunrise rises, the first ray of light shines on Chen Zong's face, interweaving with the sweat, and the glow of the diffusive light is full of vigor and vitality.

Trying to take a deep breath, Chen Zong’s feet are separated from shoulder to shoulder, the forelegs are bent, the knees of the hind legs are almost touching the ground, the heels are raised to support the ground with the soles of the feet, the body is lowered forward, the center of gravity distributes the feet, the muscles are tight, the left hand becomes The tiger's claws are flush with the eyes in the front, the right hand is clenched into a fist, and the back is close to the chin. The palms are straight and front, like a tiger entwined, the face is cold and cold, and the eyes become condensed and sharp.

ready.

"what!"

The exhalation sounded like a spring thunder exploded, the low body suddenly moved forward, the waist was forceful, and the spine was undulating, as if going to rush forward, the power was agitated, and the right fist hit with the whole force, like a tiger probing claws.

Tiger power boxing, one of the three basic martial arts of the Chen family, imitates the movements of tigers. There are five types of exercises. Once you have achieved great success, you can exercise up to 50% of your body. It can be used as a way to strengthen your physical strength, as well as an offensive and defensive means. Chen Zongxi It has been two and a half years since I practiced, and I have mastered the five forms.

The tiger force boxing method is continuously displayed in five styles, and the fist is under the wind. Chen Zong closes his fist and stands with his back straight, exhaling a long breath.

"Starting with a tiger's foot, ending with a tiger's violence, making a sound of wind, and still in a small success, I don't know when it will be successful?"

Martial arts can be divided into entry, Xiaocheng, Dacheng, and even consummation. It is said that Dacheng is easy to obtain, and consummation is hard to find.

It takes only enough time and effort to reach Dacheng. To be successful, you must understand the essence of martial arts and master the essence.

The tiger power boxing method is divided into four levels: tiger shape, tiger sound, tiger roar, tiger potential, corresponding to entry, Xiaocheng, Dacheng, consummation.

Tiger-shaped, refers to the ability to skillfully display the five forms of tiger power fist, the appearance of a tiger-like gesture on the surface, the power is very weak, almost an empty shelf.

The tiger sound can be used to display the tiger power fist very coherently, with a certain power, and can make a subtle wind sound when shooting, like a tiger roaring.

Tiger Roar has been able to give full play to the power of tiger power boxing. Under its display, it looks like a fierce tiger standing in front of him and roaring with mouth, the momentum is amazing.

As for the tiger potential, Chen Zong has never understood what it is because no one in the entire family has practiced the Tiger Power Boxing to a state of perfection.

"Ordinary people practice building martial arts. They can get started in three months. They can be successful in one year and three years. But it took me two years to reach the success. Slow progress." Chen Zong whispered to himself, full of unwillingness. : "This abhorrent congenital lack of blood energy made me practice hard for two and a half years, which not only delayed the martial arts entry, but also only reached the level of the blood blood state. So, how can I participate in the war of martial arts in the clan a month later? Enter the clan clan hall? How to find treasure medicine for Dad?"

Thinking of the family children who practiced martial arts with him at the same time, it is not that the third level of Qi and Blood Realm is at least the second level of Qi and Blood Realm. Even if the family is one year younger than him, there are also two levels of Qi and Blood Realm. Full of reluctance.

"If it is not congenitally lacking in blood energy..." Chen Zong was a little trance thinking of this.

When he was still in the womb, he suffered fetal qi due to the attack of the monster and was difficult to give birth at birth. His mother sacrificed herself to protect him. Even so, Chen Zong also fell into the root of the congenital lack of blood gas.

Even though the lack of congenital blood gas seriously delayed the progress of the martial arts, Chen Zong never resented it, but sometimes it was inevitable that he would be irritable. He clearly tried harder than other people several times, but he was far behind others because of the lack of congenital blood gas.

"If I can't do it once, I will do it twice, and if I don't do it twice, I will do it three times. Dad said, people, to be self-improving, I'm just slower than others, and it's not that I can't practice martial arts. If I persist, I will succeed." Then, Chen Zong opened the tiger's style again and practiced again.

So fate, why?

Only to stand up and fight, to keep on improving.

Tiger rush, tiger rush, tiger turn, tiger leap, tiger storm, every style is exhausted, five styles are coherent, the whole body is bloody and the skin is red, sweat is constantly exuding the wet gray coarse cloth shirt, many footprints are left on the ground , Criss-cross.

The sunrise rises, the golden light shines across the earth, awakening all vitality.

After three consecutive attempts at Tiger Power Boxing, Chen Zong had to stop, his limbs twitched uncontrollably, and the muscles on his body felt like they were torn, and the pain was like waves after wave.

"Not enough, keep practicing."

Chen Zong clenched the roots of his teeth, and stretched his hands and feet in a difficult manner.

"I must become stronger, must become a warrior, and must transcend the realm of qi and blood. Only in this way can I find treasure medicine to cure Dad and restore Dad to cultivation."

The severe pain caused Chen Zong's forehead with blue tendons to distort and twitch, but his indomitable will was stiffly supported, and he once again exhibited the tiger squat style, the power savings, and the tiger rush style.

Every day, Chen Zong exercised himself like this, desperately tapping his potential.

After the fourth training session, Chen Zong could no longer stand on the ground, twitching all over, his body seemed to be not his own. After a short rest, Chen Zong got up hard and thundered in his stomach, feeling that he could eat a cow.

On the way home, a familiar figure came in front of him, his cheeks were thin, slightly vicissitudes, a gray denim shirt, hemp rope hung on his shoulders, and a hatchet around his waist, his steps were firm. It was Dad Chen Zhengtang.

"The porridge is cooked and eaten while it is hot." Seeing Chen Zong, Chen Zhengtang said as usual: "Practice martial arts to relax, don't overdo it."

"Dad rest assured, I will pay attention." Chen Zong smiled, facing the sunrise, there was a vigorous light.

Nodding, Chen Zhengtang walked past Chen Zong. Chen Zong looked back, staring at his father, who was not as strong and thin as before, but still so straight until the corner disappeared.

The Chen family is an ancestor of Xiaohu Town, with a population of hundreds, and a lot of wood, oil and salt that are used daily.

Aunt Chen Zhengtang was the first martial artist in the family, but in order to find a treasure medicine to make up for his blood, so that he can better practice martial arts, compete with monsters, suffered serious injuries and blood decay, the last one was completely lost, not only lost For an ordinary person also fell ill.

It stands to reason that Dad has made a great contribution to the family. He who has been a lost man is eligible to enjoy the support of the family, but Dad's person is just like his name and upright.

He said that he just lost his cultivation behavior, and was not so disabled that he couldn't move. How could he enjoy the family's support with peace of mind.

Without cultivation, one cannot enter the mountain forest to find herbs and hunt, so he can do some work within his power in exchange for compensation, to support himself and his son, such as cutting trees and cutting wood.

Chen Zhengtang taught Chen Zong with his own actual actions and influenced him all the time.

Endless life, self-improvement!

After eating meat porridge, wash the pots and bowls clean, Chen Zong reads books while resting, practises martial arts to strengthen the body, master powerful force, reading books can accumulate knowledge and enrich the heart.

"Zongge...Zongge...The big thing is not good." A teenager rushed in from the outside hurriedly, shouting.

"What is so irritable." Chen Zong put down the book and looked at it with a smile.

A cyan coarse military uniform, a handsome face, and particularly bright eyes. His name is Chen Yiming. He is more than a year younger than himself. His father has a good relationship with his father. He has grown up playing with him from childhood.

"Today's energy pill reform was issued just now. Brother Zong was taken away by Chen Zhigang." Chen Yiming said breathlessly, his face angry.

The energy pill is made of grain essence mixed with some herbal essence, which contains rich power. It has obvious auxiliary effect on the first to third layer of martial arts cultivation in the Qi and Blood Realm. It is very valuable. Provide one grain to the young generation for free.

"Don't talk about this first, what's going on with your eyes?" Chen Zong's heart burst, but he pointed to the bruises in Chen Yiming's left eye and asked with a condensed voice.

"I saw Chen Zhigang took Zongge's energy pills and wanted to get it back, and was attacked by Chen Zhongjie's grandson." Chen Yiming said indifferently: "If it were not for the attack, the grandson would not be my opponent."

"Don't the energy pills only be issued in the afternoon? In addition, don't you have to be in person to get it?" Chen Zong asked in a deep voice, his anger wrapped around his chest, because Chen Yiming was injured, because the energy pills belonged to him were Snatch.

"It used to be true before, but the manager who delivered the energy pills was replaced. It was Chen Zhigang's uncle. He said... He said, "Zongge, you've cultivated for two and a half years, and it's just a layer of qi and blood. Pills are also a waste to you, so the master gave Chen Zhigang." Chen Yiming said bitterly: "This damn guy, relying on Chen Zhigang's father to be the first martial artist in the family, I don't know how much unfair things have been done."

It is said that Chen Zong's anger is more intense, but his voice is extremely cold: "Perhaps it is difficult for me to improve my energy with one energy pill, but without that energy pill, my progress will be slower. This approach is to cut off me. Way forward."

"Brother Zong, calm down, don't go to Chen Zhigang." Looking at Chen Zong's sharp chest ups and downs, Chen Yiming said quickly: "Chen Zhigang not only cultivated to reach the peak of the three levels of Qi and Blood Realm, I heard that his tiger power fist It also broke through a few days ago and reached a great success."

"You can rest assured that I will not act recklessly." Chen Zong took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He knew that even if he was angry, it would not help, since the father and son had lost their status in the family since Dad lost his cultivation and hopeless recovery. It fell sharply, no one preached justice, if you find Chen Zhigang to settle the account on an impulse, the result will be wounded, which will undoubtedly increase the burden on Dad.

"I endure now, but I won't forget that." Chen Zong secretly said.