The sky was dimly lit, and there was no sound.
Most of the people in Xiaohu Town were still asleep, but Chen Zong quickly opened his eyes, twisted his body like a loach, got out of the bed and landed quietly, put on his clothes and washed, ate a few mouthfuls of pancakes, his hands and feet Heavy iron plates were tied to each waist and back, and the doors were opened and closed lightly.
The light outside the house was dim and there was no sound. He took a deep breath of fresh air and then exhaled it slowly. A trace of coolness hovered in his chest, which refreshed Chen Zong, and he ran forward after exercising his hands and feet.
The heavy iron plate on his body weighed 30 catties, even if Chen Zong carried it on his back every day, he was still out of breath when he ran several hundred meters, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.
No pain No gain.
I ran to the small lake and stopped, rested for a few minutes, and continued to run around the lake with my legs open.
The circle of the small lake is more than 1,600 meters, and it takes about ten minutes to run down with a weight of 30 kg. After running three times in a row, Chen Zong was soaked in sweat. His whole body looked like he had just been salvaged from the water, and his skin was red. , Fever all over, his heart beating wildly like a big drum beating, and his breathing is violent like a big bellows being pulled in a blacksmith's shop.
As the sun rises, the first ray of light shines on Chen Zong's face, intertwined and reflected with sweat, the sun is permeating, full of vigor and vitality.
Take a deep breath, Chen Zong's feet are shoulder-width apart, his front legs are bent, his rear knees almost touch the ground, his heels are raised, and his soles are firmly supported on the ground. The front of the tiger claw is at the same level as the eyes, the right hand is clenched into a fist and the back is close to the chin, the palm is in a straight line, like a tiger entrenched, the face is cold and serious, and the eyes have become concentrated and sharp.
ready.
"ha!"
The sound of exhalation was like spring thunder, and the low-lying body suddenly moved forward, the waist exerted force, and the back rose and fell, as if to rush forward.
Tiger Power Boxing, one of the three foundation-building martial arts of the Chen family, imitates the movements of a fierce tiger. There are five moves in total. If you practice it to a great degree, you can exercise 50% of your body. It has been two and a half years since I practiced, and I have basically mastered the five styles.
The five movements of Huli Boxing were performed consecutively, and the wind was blowing from the fist. Chen Zong retracted his fist and stood up, with his back straight, and exhaled a long breath.
"Start with the tiger crouching style, end with the tiger violent style, and make a lot of noise. It's still a small achievement. I don't know when it will be a big success?"
Martial arts can be divided into entry level, minor success, great success and even perfection. There is a saying: great success is easy to obtain, but perfection is hard to find.
It only takes time and hard work to achieve great success, and to achieve perfection requires comprehending the essence of martial arts and mastering the essence.
Tiger Power Boxing is divided into four levels: Tiger Shape, Tiger Sound, Tiger Roar, and Tiger Poses, corresponding to Beginning, Small Achievement, Great Achievement, and Consummation.
Tiger shape refers to the ability to skillfully perform the five forms of tiger power boxing. On the surface, it looks like a tiger. Its power is very weak and it is almost an empty shelf.
The sound of the tiger can be used very coherently with the tiger power boxing, with a certain amount of power, it can make a slight wind sound, like a tiger roaring.
Tiger Roar has been able to give full play to the power of the Tiger Power Fist. When it is used, it looks like a tiger standing in front of it with its mouth open and roaring, the momentum is astonishing.
As for the Tiger Power, Chen Zong has never understood what it is, because no one in the whole family has practiced the Tiger Power Fist to a perfect state.
"Ordinary people practice foundation building martial arts. It takes three months to get started, one year to achieve small success, and three years to achieve great success. However, it took me two years to achieve small success, and the progress is slow." Chen Zong whispered to himself, full of unwillingness : "This abominable congenital lack of blood has made me practice hard for two and a half years. Not only has it delayed the advancement of martial arts, but my cultivation has only reached the first level of Qi and blood. So, how can I participate in the clan's warrior battle in a month's time? How?" Entering the clan hall? How to find the precious medicine for Dad?"
Thinking of the children of the family who practiced martial arts at the same time as him, now they are not at the third level of Qi and Blood Realm, at least they have reached the second level of Qi and Blood Realm. I am full of unwillingness.
"If it wasn't for the congenital lack of vigor..." Thinking of this, Chen Zong was a little dazed.
When he was still in the womb, the fetal gas was disturbed by the attack of monsters, and he was born with dystocia. His mother sacrificed herself to save him. Even so, Chen Zong also suffered from the root cause of innate blood deficiency.
Even though his congenital blood deficiency seriously delayed the progress of martial arts, Chen Zong never complained, but sometimes he would inevitably feel irritated, obviously he had to work several times harder than others, but because of his congenital lack of blood, he fell far behind others.
"If I can't do it once, I'll do it twice, and if I can't do it twice, I'll do it three times. My father said that people should be self-improving. I'm just slower than others, and it's not that I can't practice martial arts. If you persevere, you will always succeed." With a low growl , Chen Zong put on the tiger squatting pose again, and practiced again.
Such is the fate, why
Only stand up to fight and strive for self-improvement.
Tiger Crouching, Tiger Chong, Tiger Turning, Tiger Leaping, and Tiger Violence, each pose is exhausted, the five poses are coherent, the blood is surging, the skin is red, the sweat is constantly oozing and soaking the gray coarse cloth shirt, leaving many footprints on the ground , crisscross.
The morning sun rises, and the golden light shines all over the earth, awakening all vitality.
After three consecutive times of Tiger Power Fist, Chen Zong had to stop, his limbs twitched uncontrollably, feeling as if the muscles in his body were being torn apart, and the severe pain was like a tidal wave.
"It's not enough, keep practicing."
Chen Zong gritted his teeth, and stretched his arms and legs with difficulty to assume the tiger crouching pose again.
"I must become stronger, I must become a warrior, and I must surpass the Qi and blood realm. Only in this way can I find the precious medicine to cure my father and restore my father's cultivation."
The severe pain made Chen Zong's forehead bulge, his face twisted and his body twitched, but his extremely strong will forcefully supported him, and he once again assumed the tiger crouching pose, accumulating strength, and the tiger rushing pose.
Every day, Chen Zong trains himself in this way, desperately digging out his own potential.
After the fourth round of practice, Chen Zong couldn't bear it any longer and lay on the ground, twitching all over his body, as if his body wasn't his own. After a short rest, Chen Zong stood up with difficulty, his stomach pounding like thunder, and he felt like he could eat a cow.
On the way home, a familiar figure walked in front of him. His face was thin and slightly vicissitudes. He was wearing a gray coarse cloth shirt, hemp rope was hanging on his shoulders, and a hatchet was slung around his waist. His steps were firm. It was his father Chen Zhengtang.
"The porridge is ready, eat it while it's hot." Seeing Chen Zong, Chen Zhengtang said as usual: "You need to relax and not overdo it when practicing martial arts."
"Don't worry, father, I will pay attention." Chen Zong said with a smile, facing the rising sun, there was a kind of vigorous light.
Nodding his head, Chen Zhengtang walked past Chen Zong. Chen Zong looked back and stared at his father's thin back, which was not as strong as before. He was still so straight until he disappeared around the corner.
The Chen family is a big family in Xiaohu Town, with a population of several hundred, and they consume a lot of firewood, rice, oil and salt every day.
Father Chen Zhengtang used to be the number one martial artist in the family, but in order to find precious medicine for himself to supplement his blood so that he could practice martial arts better, he was seriously injured and his blood decayed due to a fight with monsters. For an ordinary person, he has fallen to the root of his illness.
It stands to reason that Father has made great contributions to the family, and he has lost all his cultivation, so he is entitled to enjoy the support of the family, but Father's conduct is just like his name, dignified and upright.
He said that he just lost his cultivation, and he was not too disabled to move, so how could he enjoy the support of his family with peace of mind.
Without cultivation, you can't go to the mountains to find herbs and hunt, so you can do some work within your ability in exchange for rewards to support yourself and your son, such as cutting trees and chopping firewood.
Chen Zhengtang is teaching Chen Zong with his own practical actions, influencing him all the time.
Life is endless, self-improvement is endless!
After eating the meat porridge, Chen Zong washed the pots and bowls. He rested while reading. Practicing martial arts can strengthen his body and master powerful force. Reading can accumulate knowledge and enrich his heart.
"Brother Zong...Brother Zong... something is wrong." A young man rushed in from the outside in a hurry and shouted.
"Why are you so impatient." Chen Zong put down the book and looked at it with a smile on his face.
He is dressed in a blue coarse military uniform, with a handsome face and bright eyes. His name is Chen Yiming, and he is more than a year younger than himself. His father and dad have a good relationship. He and himself have played together since childhood, and they are not brothers but they are like brothers.
"Today's energy pills were distributed just now, Brother Zong, your share was taken away by Chen Zhigang." Chen Yiming said out of breath, his face full of anger.
Energy pills are made from the essence of five grains mixed with a little herbal essence. It contains rich power. It has obvious auxiliary effects on the cultivation of martial arts from the first to third layers of Qi and blood. It is very valuable. Yue provided one pill to the younger generation for free.
"Let's not talk about that first, what's the matter with your eyes?" Chen Zong's heart skipped a beat, but he pointed to the bruise on Chen Yiming's left eye and asked in a concentrated voice.
"I saw that Chen Zhi had just taken Brother Zong's energy pill, so I wanted to get it back, but I was attacked by Chen Zhongjie's grandson." Chen Yiming said nonchalantly, "If it wasn't for the sneak attack, that grandson would not be my opponent at all."
"Aren't the energy pills only distributed in the afternoon? Besides, don't you have to be present to receive them?" Chen Zong asked in a deep voice, with anger lingering in his chest, because Chen Yiming was injured, and because the energy pills belonging to him were taken away. take away.
"That's true before, but the person in charge of distributing the energy pills has changed. It's Chen Zhigang's uncle. It's a waste to give it to you, so I left it to Chen Zhigang." Chen Yiming said bitterly: "This damn guy has done so many unfair things because Chen Zhigang's father is the number one warrior in the family."
Hearing this, Chen Zong became even more angry, but his voice was extremely cold: "Perhaps it is difficult for me to make much progress with one energy pill, but without that energy pill, my progress will be slower. way forward."
"Brother Zong, you have to calm down and don't go to Chen Zhigang." Looking at Chen Zong whose chest was heaving rapidly, Chen Yiming said quickly: "Chen Zhigang has not only reached the peak of the third level of Qi and Blood Realm, I heard that his Tiger Power Fist It also broke through a few days ago and reached Dacheng."
"Don't worry, I won't act recklessly." Chen Zong took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He knew very well that no matter how angry he was, it would be of no avail. It just plummeted, and no one upholds justice. If I impulsively seek Chen Zhigang to settle the score, the result will be injured, which will undoubtedly increase the burden on my father.
"I'll bear it now, but I won't just let it go." Chen Zong secretly said.
(end of this chapter)