A group of people from Tiangao City came out of the locker room and joined the Xiushan selection team. Jiang Shuiyan, Huang Bing and the others couldn't help but make a careful identification, trying to find the familiar figure, but unfortunately, they failed to do so, leaving regrets in vain .
After recognizing Lou Cheng, they remembered some forgotten details. For example, in the Provincial Youth Competition, Lou Cheng participated on behalf of the "Gushan Martial Arts School", and the place they are currently in is the Gushan Martial Arts School!
No wonder you met him!
—After the youth competition, the fighters watched Lou Cheng’s battle videos repeatedly. Except for a few who turned into fans, no one would watch the video again and again related to the game. For the less important things, the primate The speed with which animals forget is astonishing.
Of course, if Xiushan had put out the words "Gushan Martial Arts Hall" when first confirming the schedule of the exchange match, then Jiang Shuiyan and the others would not be difficult to find out and have some associations. At this point, some contestants didn't even see the signboard of the martial arts hall clearly. As for the martial artists who recognized the four characters, they were more focused on the upcoming competition, and almost passed the content, just casually said He said: "Oh, Gushan Wuguan..."
Seeing that Lou Cheng didn't show up, Jiang Shuiyan was slightly disappointed, but when she glanced over, she found that Monk Wen Guang was holding a mobile phone, poking there with an index finger, drawing and drawing, which seemed very difficult.
For some reason, she always felt that the scene where the monk was holding a modern technological product was very offensive, so she tilted her head and smiled and said, "Master, do you want to help?"
I am the best at teaching the elderly to use mobile phones!
The moment Jiang Shuiyan turned her head, Monk Wenguang pressed his finger to lock the screen, and then said with a chuckle, "Benefactor Jiang has a heart, the poor monk is just writing an email, there is nothing I need to help."
Yo, you know how to write emails on your phone! Jiang Shuiyan laughed secretly, and praised sincerely:
"Master, you really follow the trend of the times."
"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell." Wen Guang clasped his hands together and replied with a smile.
...
"Who!" "Who!" "Who!"
In the strength room dedicated to inner disciples, the deep ancient voice kept reverberating, as if there was a subtle and mysterious feeling penetrating the heaven and the earth.
There was an empty thermos cup behind Lou Cheng, and he stood irregularly, clasped a mercury lead ball with both hands, let it jump and fall gently, and slowly rolled out the rhythm. Moisturizes with a spiritual polish.
This is the practice method of the word "Zhe" created by "Yihou" Fei Dan. Lou Cheng carried it forward, and not only used it here. When the map of the frozen river, the map of the frozen sky, the map of the prairie fire, and the map of Zhurong, there are also one, two, and combined parts.
As he tempered again and again, wonderful changes took place in the semi-enclosed strength room. While the temperature rose, there was scorching heat hidden, while the cool wind was rustling, and the surface of the metal equipment became colder and colder. The two entangled each other and formed a whirlpool. , turning slowly, unexpectedly maintaining the balance strangely.
After an unknown amount of time, Lou Cheng made a closing gesture and ended the internal training.
When he put down the huge shot put and exhaled a mouthful of stale air from his chest and abdomen, the heat and cold in the weight room immediately lost their balance, opposing each other, and there was a gust of wind, even a light mist, which was fleeting!
Lou Cheng bent down and picked up the towel, wiped the sweat off his face, with a slightly tired expression but an unusually refreshed body, he picked up the items, walked out of the room, and planned to find a venue to practice punching and kicking.
"Brother Lou Cheng!"
As soon as he reached the stairs, he saw his cousin Qi Yunfei's boyfriend Ding Yanbo standing beside him with his hands down, standing very straight.
"Didn't you rest at noon?" Lou Cheng asked with a smile.
Ding Yanbo said with hidden excitement and joy: "We only practice in the morning."
So wait here!
"I heard from Feifei, have you obtained the certificate of amateur ninth grade?" Lou Cheng asked casually with one hand in his pocket.
After that girl Qi Yunfei studied in Xiushan No. 1 Middle School, she was like a husky that had broken free from its chain. She only went home once a month.
Fortunately, the midterm exam gave her a blow to the head, and then she calmed down and started to study hard.
"Yes, yes, not long ago." Ding Yanbo replied cautiously, but his brows and eyes revealed the joy and pride in his heart.
"That's right, it's only been half a year of real martial arts practice, and the body hasn't fully developed yet, so it's pretty good to be able to get the ninth-rank amateur. There is hope for this bowl of rice." Lou Cheng didn't hold back his praise.
"I heard from Feifei that you only used it for a month?" Ding Yanbo asked curiously while smiling.
"Probably." Lou Cheng had passed the stage of showing off to children, and affirmed, "Practice hard, as long as you work hard, you will have a chance!"
He is implying that if Ding Yanbo can improve to the level of first-grade amateur and general physical fitness, then the internal training methods he has obtained will not be hidden.
Ding Yanbo heard Qin Rui mention similar things several times before, and after hearing the string song, he knew the elegance, and immediately replied excitedly:
"Yes, Brother Lou Cheng!"
Nodding slightly, Lou Cheng didn't say much, he found another venue, first replied to Yan Zheke's message, then he tempered his fists and kicks, making a crackling sound.
Here, he focused on the thirteenth form "Xuemang" and the 19th form "Cold Bite" of the "Ice Department". You can throw it aside.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lou Cheng felt a lack of energy, so he finished his exercise, took a shower, and changed into clean and refreshing clothes.
"After practicing like this, I feel very fulfilled." He sent a message to Yan Zheke with a "snickerd smile".
Yan Zheke was still in family activities, and after a few minutes, she said with "piercing eyes": "Our Cheng Zi works so hard, I'm ashamed!"
"Hey, it's very motivating to have a chasing target ahead." Lou Cheng said with an expression of "showing the muscles of his arms", "To be honest, guarding the will will give me continuous motivation, but if there are no urgent things or situations happening , so there is no way to 'sprint', step by step, step by step, and I don't feel very energetic."
Of course, more calm and more durable.
"Then should I give you a sense of crisis?" Yan Zheke said with a "covered mouth" smirk, "Actually, you are so tired, and I feel sorry for you too. Work hard and defeat the Great Demon King Peng Leyun!"
"Yeah!" Lou Cheng didn't make bold words, instead he laughed and said, "The more you stay with me, the more time I can rest."
After leaving the Gushan Martial Arts Hall, he stopped by to see his grandparents, and then he returned home slowly, laying on the bed without a picture, chatting with Yan Zheke while reading, he was very relaxed and cleared his mind exhausted.
...
It was dark at night, inside a temple at the foot of Xiushan Mountain.
Monk Wen Guang was turning his rosary beads with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he couldn't straighten his waist and body, and bounced to the entrance of the wing room. He opened the door, looked at the two people outside and said:
"So fast?"
One of the figures is majestic and tall, with a restrained aura, but there is a certain intimidating meaning between the glances. In summer, snakes, insects, rats and ants would seem to feel inexplicable evil spirits and retreat.
The big guy laughed and said, "It's okay, okay."
"Benefactor Dong, please." Monk Wen Guang raised his palms.
When Dong Shaoyang entered the room boldly, Wen Guang turned his head to look at the other person, and said respectfully, "Senior Gui Huo, please."
The visitor has deep eye sockets, a straight nose, graying hair, and fiery eyes. He looks like a middle-aged man. He is the "Sinfire Heavenly Lord"!
"Sinfire Heavenly Monarch" nodded slightly, and walked silently.
After Wen Guang closed the door, Dong Shaoyang took a few steps and asked with great interest:
"Master, when will you do it?"
"Namo Amitabha, donator Dong, don't be so anxious." Wen Guang replied in surprise.
"I'm in a hurry." Dong Shaoyang said with a wide-eyed smile, "Ever since he won the provincial youth championship, I have been unconvinced, and I want to find an opportunity to compete with him and see who is the most interested." The number one among the young warriors in the province!"
"It's a pity that there is no order, and I can't do anything, so I have to endure it. Now I finally have a chance. Master, why don't you let me be in a hurry?"
He has a mature face and a bold posture. He seems to be in his thirties, but what he said inside and out means that he may not be twenty-six years old, maybe even only twenty-two years old!
"But wait for the right time." Monk Wen Guang persuaded.
At this time, the "Sinfire Heavenly Monarch" who had not spoken all the time said in a low voice:
"Don't disturb the place."
"Senior Sin Huo, I know, I know." Dong Shaoyang replied with a smile, then turned to look at Wen Guang and said, "The target only has one life-and-death experience? It's too rare. A warrior who has never seen blood is born Much weaker!"
"That's the purpose of asking Benefactor Dong to come." Wen Guang clasped his hands together and smiled slightly.
Dong Shaoyang laughed loudly when he heard the words:
"Okay! Then I will let him experience what is between life and death!"
There is no first in literature, no second in martial arts, and the heart of striving for supremacy is without exception!