The family has a martial arts training ground, which is quite large, each measuring more than two hundred meters in length and width.
On weekdays, the children of the family would come to the martial arts training ground to practice. First, the atmosphere is good, and second, they will be taught by the elders of the clan. At first, Chen Zong often came, but he was often ridiculed and even bullied, which seriously affected his cultivation, and he was beaten by Chen Zhongjie. I was injured a few times and wasted a lot of time, so I just stopped coming and practiced by myself.
The weapon room is in the corner of the martial arts field, and there are more than a dozen family members practicing on the martial arts field.
"Look, isn't that Chen Zong?" The sharp-eyed person saw Chen Zong and immediately exclaimed.
"That's right, it's him. Didn't he cultivate by himself? Why is he here again?"
"I guess I haven't made any progress in my cultivation, so I plan to come back to the martial arts field again."
"He doesn't think Chen Zhongjie has forgotten him, does he?"
"It's so pitiful. I heard that his energy pill was distributed to Chen Zhigang yesterday."
"I think it's right to do this. Brother Gang is the number one martial artist in the family. Don't talk about comparing with Brother Gang. Even if you compare with us, Chen Zong is a waste material. Giving him the energy pill is a waste."
Ignoring the gazes and discussions of more than a dozen family members, Chen Zong walked through the training ground and into the weapons room.
The weapon room is about ten meters long and wide. There are wooden frames on the four walls. There are many weapons on the frames, including six kinds of swords, guns, swords, bows, arrows and daggers.
The person in charge of the weapon room was an old man, perhaps he was old, tired easily, and was taking a nap, but Chen Zong didn't bother him, and went straight to the weapon rack where the sword was placed.
There are more than a dozen swords on the shelf, the longest is more than one meter, and the shortest is less than half a meter. Chen Zong first ruled out the longest and the shortest, and the remaining five swords are more suitable in length.
Chen Zong picked them up one by one and pulled them out, waved them casually, feeling carefully.
People are different, and so are swords. The length, thickness, and weight are different, and the one that suits you is the best.
Finally, Chen Zong held a sword in each of his hands. After careful comparison, it seemed that the two swords were the same in length and thickness, but there was some difference in weight. After a few minutes of comparison, Chen Zong put down the sword in his left hand and chose the sword in his right hand.
The body of the sword is gray and black, with some mottled marks. The hilt is made of wood, and the whole body is black. The family is just a branch, with limitations in all aspects, and the weapons they receive for free are naturally not much better.
Chen Zong didn't care. On the contrary, he was a little excited. This was his first time holding a sword. For some reason, he had a familiar feeling, as if he had held the sword for several years. He held the sword in his right hand, and the fingers of his left hand brushed lightly over the sword. , The cold touch made Chen Zong unconsciously tremble.
The sword body is 62 centimeters long, the hilt is 20 centimeters long, the sword body connected to the sword grid is 3.5 centimeters wide and 1 centimeter thick, and the sword tip is 2.5 centimeters wide and 0.6 centimeters thick. It's about the same.
He couldn't put it down, so he put the sword back into its sheath, woke up the dozing old man, and after registering, he strode out of the weapon room with the sword in his left hand, and saw more than a dozen family members staring at him.
"Out."
"I still have the iron sword in my hand."
"If you can't practice Huli boxing, are you going to practice swordsmanship? But our family's foundation-building martial arts don't have swordsmanship."
"You think too much. Even if there is a foundation-building swordsmanship in the clan, the difficulty of cultivation is higher than that of boxing. If you can't even practice boxing, what kind of swordsmanship do you still practice? I think he intends to sell the iron sword for money. Anyway It can also be sold for ten or twenty jade coins." One person said self-righteously, this kind of thing has not happened before.
"Hey, Chen Zong, remember to give me half of the money for selling swords." Another person shouted at Chen Zong, and immediately clenched his fists and threatened: "Otherwise, you will know the consequences."
Chen Zong frowned, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar black figure striding into the training ground from the corner of his eyes.
"Chen Zhongjie..." Gritting his teeth, he roared like a tiger, and the anger burned from the bottom of his heart.
Ever since his father lost his cultivation base, and since he started practicing martial arts till now, Chen Zong has been bullied, mostly from Chen Zhongjie, because he is Chen Zhigang's dog leg, and Chen Zhigang's father had conflicts with Chen Zhengtang.
"Chen Zong!" Chen Zhongjie also saw Chen Zong with a look of surprise, and then sneered: "Little trash, long time no see, did you forget what I said?"
Half a year ago, Chen Zhigang said that Chen Zong's training in the martial arts field affected his cultivation. The dog-legged Chen Zhongjie immediately blocked Chen Zong and threatened him not to come to the martial arts field again. Injured, he had to recuperate for five or six days, unable to practice, which added a lot of burden to Dad.
Chen Zhigang's father is the number one martial artist in the family today, he is so domineering that even the patriarch doesn't pay attention to him, but he is the strongest and has attracted a group of people. Chen Zhengtang, who has no cultivation level, has no choice.
In order not to increase the burden on Father, and to be able to practice well, Chen Zong did not come to the martial arts arena again. Now that he heard Chen Zhongjie's words, his anger was soaring, as if a volcano was about to erupt.
"Hey, you got the sword. What are you doing? Knowing that you're useless, are you going to cut down trees with your useless father?" Chen Zhongjie looked at Chen Zong's left hand and laughed endlessly.
"Chen Zhongjie, take back your words and apologize to me." The sound of "waste" and "waste" awakened many bad memories of Chen Zong, his face darkened, and he said every word.
"Father is useless and son is useless, am I wrong?" Chen Zhongjie laughed contemptuously.
"You're looking for death!" His eyes seemed to be burning with anger, Chen Zong let out a low growl, and rushed towards Chen Zhongjie like a tiger.
Chen Zhongjie's hair stood on end, and in an instant, he felt like a tiger roaring in front of him. He shook his head to shake off this absurd feeling. Chen Zhongjie's eyes were fierce, his face was full of grinning, and his steps were like a wolf locking on its prey. , leaning forward, the left hand is bent in front of the claws, the thumb is facing the chin, the right hand is clenched on the waist, and the joints of the middle finger and index finger are particularly prominent, like fangs.
"It seems that Chen Zhongjie's Spike Fist has improved again."
"Chen Zong is miserable, I don't know how many days he will lie in bed this time."
While everyone was gloating, Chen Zhongjie and Chen Zong approached.
"Wolf burst!" With a low shout, Chen Zhongjie's speed seemed to be two points faster. When he approached Chen Zong, his right hand seemed to penetrate the air, and hit Chen Zong's stomach fiercely, like the fangs of a wolf. show mercy.
Chen Zong stared with both eyes, and saw Chen Zhongjie very clearly. His face was ferocious, his eyes were stern, his pupils flashed fiercely, his raised left hand shook slightly, and his right fist pierced the air like the fangs of a wolf, with a clear trajectory.
"Tiger Charge!"
He clenched his right fist tightly and let out a low growl. Dacheng's peak Tiger Power Fist was cast with such force that the roar of the wind was astonishing.
Langya boxing and Huli boxing belong to the same level of boxing. Langya boxing pays attention to speed and waits for opportunities, while Huli boxing pays attention to strength and frontal crushing.
When the two fists collided, there was a cracking sound as if the bones were breaking. The smirk on Chen Zhongjie's face turned into panic. Chen Zong's punch was as powerful as a bamboo.
There was a bang, like a drum beating, and the vigor was surging, causing Chen Zhongjie's military uniform to fluctuate endlessly, his stomach caved in under the fist, the terrifying force seemed to smash his internal organs, his back arched, his face was full of horror , the eyes are wide open, the eyeballs are protruding, covered with red threads, the mouth is wide open, and the saliva is dripping.
Withdrawing his fist, Chen Zhongjie fell to his knees directly, holding his stomach tightly with his hands, trembling all over because of the severe pain, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a wow, it was shockingly red.
That punch was very heavy, it was Chen Zong's anger venting, Chen Zhongjie had already suffered internal injuries, he couldn't do without a rest for seven or eight days.
"Chen Zhongjie, remember well, next time you insult my father and insult me, you will do so at your own peril. Tell Chen Dalei and Chen Zhigang what I said." Chen Zong stared at Chen Zhongjie coldly, said in a deep voice, turned around and strode away, his footsteps even more Be firm and straighten your back.
As a child of the Chen family, it was enough to injure Chen Zhongjie. He had no intention of killing anyone, otherwise he would be punished by the clan rules.
Surrounded by silence, everyone's eyes widened and their mouths opened wide, as if they met Chen Zong for the first time, their hearts were turbulent like monstrous waves, and they were inexplicably shocked.
Walking out of the training ground, two people just walked towards him.
"Brother Zong." One of them was Chen Yiming, who ran up to Chen Zong: "Why did you come to the training ground?"
"Hold the sword." Chen Zong gestured to the iron sword in his left hand and smiled.
"Brother Zong wants to change to swordsmanship? There is no swordsmanship and martial arts in our clan." Chen Yiming was puzzled.
"Just play around." Chen Zong felt that what happened last night was very important, and his intuition told him that he should not let others know except himself, so he smiled, and Chen Yiming didn't hold on to it, but stared at Chen Zong's face, Puzzled: "Brother Zong, why do I feel that you look a little different from yesterday."
"Because my cultivation has reached the second level of Qi and Blood Realm." Chen Zong said with a smile.
"Great." Chen Yiming was very excited, even happier than his own breakthrough.
"Yiming, come here." A delicate and cold voice came.
"Yuyao, long time no see." Chen Zong looked over and greeted with a smile.
A tight-fitting red military uniform set off the beautiful figure that had just taken shape, especially the pair of straight, firm and round legs that were even more slender under the moccasin shoes, which was even more exciting.
Chen Yuyao, the patriarch's daughter, was the same age as Chen Zong, and she and Chen Yiming were usually Chen Zong's childhood playmates, but after starting to practice martial arts, Chen Yiming still had a good relationship with Chen Zong as usual, while Chen Yuyao gradually alienated Chen Zong.
"Chen Zong, it's right to work hard, but we must also see the facts clearly. Uncle Zhengtang has lost his cultivation and his health is not as good as before. Are you going to let him just keep chopping trees and firewood to support you who have achieved nothing?" Chen Yuyao looked at it. Tie Jian glanced at him, and asked in a cold voice: "For the face of Uncle Zhengtang's contribution to the family, I can ask my father to arrange an easier job for you in the family."
"Thank you for your kindness, no need." Chen Zong frowned slightly, feeling an indescribable discomfort in his heart. As a childhood sweetheart, it is impossible to say that he has no feelings for Chen Yuyao. Chen Yuyao followed behind her and shouted 'Brother Zong', that was a very good memory.
But now this kind of memory seems to have faded with Chen Yuyao's words.
People will always change, Chen Zong secretly said to himself.
"Whatever you want, but I still want to advise you, people must be self-aware, and if they are overwhelmed, they will only hurt their relatives." Chen Yuyao frowned, very dissatisfied with Chen Zong's attitude, but held back and continued Said: "Also, Yiming is very talented in martial arts, so don't look for him again in the future, so as not to affect him."
"Cousin, you don't need to take care of my affairs." Chen Yiming was angry, and pulled Chen Zong: "Brother Zong, let's go, ignore him."
"Farewell." Chen Zong said to Chen Yuyao in a flat tone, and left with Chen Yiming, leaving only Chen Yuyao with a displeased face.
(end of this chapter)