Meng Xiang was very glad to have passed Huanhai's test, but at the same time he was chilled by the upcoming training. After applying the healing medicine he exchanged in the main god space, the skin wounds on his body, coupled with his spiritual physique, had basically healed by the evening. The protagonist of this film, Urameshi Yusuke, did not return home all night, but he had no time to care about other people's affairs. He was holding the training list for the day that Huanhai had given him.
At 4 a.m., I run 10 kilometers on the mountain road; at 6 a.m., I swim 3 kilometers; at 9 a.m., I work in the fields with the aunties from the temple (no tools are allowed); from 12 p.m. to 2 p.m., I sleep; from 2 p.m. to 6 p.m., I climb the mountain;
Meng Xiang pointed to the line that said "No tools allowed" and asked Huanhai about it. Huanhai said with a grin, "It means you can't use hoes or shovels, you have to dig with your hands."
"Digging mud with hands?" Meng Xiang exclaimed. This kind of practice reminded him of the protagonist in the comic "Dragon Ball" practicing as a child.
Huanhai was enjoying the fragrant tea and said impatiently, "You have to follow this list for this month. I will take you to practice today. Starting tomorrow, I will abuse that brat. I won't have time to care about you. If you want to be lazy or can't stand it, then get out."
The brat Huanhai was talking about was naturally Urameshi Yusuke. Meng Xiang was determined to become stronger, so why would he give up halfway? His only worry was that he was doing this kind of training every day in the main god space. Although it was not so harsh, would he really become stronger by practicing according to the list? He was about to say something but stopped. Huanhai opened his eyes angrily and cursed: "Are you scared just by seeing the training list? Get out of here. I don't accept cowardly disciples like you in my Lingguang Hadoken sect?"
Meng Xiang shook his head quickly and hastened to clarify: "Master, what I want to ask is, if I practice according to this list, will I really become stronger in one month?"
When Huanhai heard this, his face became friendly and his anger turned into joy. He said mysteriously, "Of course not. This list is just a warm-up before practice. Your real practice will be at night. The practice you are looking forward to will definitely be hellish. Don't think it will be so easy to practice until your body falls apart. If you are not careful, you will not live past tomorrow."
Meng Xiang felt uneasy when he heard this. Huan Hai shouted, "You should have a good rest tonight, and start the purgatory-like training tomorrow."
"Yes, yes." Meng Xiang didn't dare to say more. He returned to the guest room and fell asleep immediately. He was excited and expectant. He didn't fall into a deep sleep until late at night.
In the early morning, before daybreak, the temple bells were ringing non-stop. The morning prayer for the goddess of the temple was held at 4 o'clock, and Meng Xiang hurriedly got up, washed his face and left the temple.
"Follow me." Huanhai stomped his feet on the ground and ran down the mountain, and Meng Xiang followed.
This kind of mountain road running was beyond Meng Xiang's imagination. According to Huanhai's instructions, he had to try his best when going uphill, but he could relax and take a rest when going downhill. Meng Xiang did not dare to relax at all. He entered the plot world to practice this time, and his purpose was to become stronger. Otherwise, he would definitely die at the hands of Ding Jie. To become stronger, he had to be self-disciplined and work hard.
10 kilometers is a bit far for those who haven't been specially trained in long-distance running, and it's a mountain road, so you have to sprint up the mountain. But Meng Xiang has strengthened his spiritual physique after all, and he also has a little spiritual energy. Under normal conditions, his physical attributes are nearly twice as strong as those of ordinary people, so he can barely support it. He climbed over the hills one by one, ran on the winding mountain road, and ran around the temple several times until the red sun slowly appeared in the east. Huanhai stopped by a large lake at the foot of the mountain, and the 10-kilometer run was over. At this time, Huanhai was smoking a cigarette leisurely, but Meng Xiang was exhausted and lay on the ground gasping for air.
"Yes, your physical fitness seems to be stronger than that of ordinary people, and you have devoted all your efforts in the training process. You are qualified to be my disciple." This was the first time Huanhai praised Meng Xiang. Meng Xiang laughed and said, "Of course, I came here to become my disciple in order to become stronger."
"Very good, then don't be lazy." Huanhai walked over slowly with half his eyes half closed, and kicked Meng Xiang on the buttocks who was lying on the ground. Meng Xiang only felt a powerful force lifting his body up, and he fell into the lake like a stone.
"For a 3-kilometer swim, you have to swim back and forth in this lake three times. You can take it easy when you swim to the other side, but you must swim all out when you swim back." Huanhai shouted. Meng Xiang felt weak all over at this time, but after hearing what Huanhai said, he gritted his teeth, swam to the other side in backstroke, and then swam back in freestyle with all his strength.
The lake was huge, with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants growing by the lake, giving off a refreshing fragrance. Breathing in the aroma, Meng Xiang was full of energy. He swam back with all his strength every time, and took the opportunity to rest when he reached the other side. By the end of the 3-kilometer swim, he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands.
Huanhai seemed very satisfied with Meng Xiang's attitude towards cultivation. Although she was smoking beside him, her eyes became gentle and kind. When Meng Xiang climbed ashore, her eyes returned to being cold again, and she said in a sarcastic tone: "Are you too tired? It's still early. Go back and have breakfast, and then go to the fields to work. Hurry up."
Meng Xiang was driven back to the temple like a dog. It was already past 8 o'clock. The aunties in the temple had already prepared their tools and were chatting on the side. When they saw Huan Hai and Meng Xiang coming back, they stood up and greeted them with a smile: "Master, thank you for your hard work. How is the child?"
Huanhai said calmly, "It's OK, please wait a little longer." She led Meng Xiang back to the inner hall and asked him to change his clothes. Breakfast was already on the table. Meng Xiang thought it was just some steamed buns and porridge, but he didn't expect there were all kinds of exquisite pastries and fragrant seafood porridge. His body was almost at its limit at this time and he urgently needed to replenish his energy, so he didn't hesitate to sit down and swept away all the breakfast on the table.
The temple is far away from the town and leads a self-sufficient life, so at the foot of the mountain not far away, pieces of farmland have been reclaimed and planted with rice, vegetables, and a lot of livestock.
Looking at the fields, Meng Xiang didn't know what to do for a moment. Huanhai took him to a vegetable field that had just been harvested, and said with a smile, "You are responsible for turning the soil. The soil here is very soft. You can use your hands instead of a hoe. Do as much as you can, but you must do your best."
Meng Xiang squatted down and inserted his fingers into the soil. It was obviously not as soft as Huanhai said. It was not easy to cultivate it even with a hoe. He looked up at Huanhai with a puzzled look on his face. Huanhai glared at him fiercely, inserted five fingers of his right hand into the ground, and dug the dry mud like digging sand. "You idiot, spiritual energy is power. With enough spiritual energy, you can dig holes in mud, even rocks, with your bare hands. Try to concentrate the spiritual energy on your hands. Dig slowly at the beginning. Keep the spiritual energy fluctuations in both hands evenly during the digging process. This is the basis for practicing the spiritual light wave fist."
Meng Xiang suddenly realized that the elementary spiritual light wave fist exchanged in the main god space did have such information in his head, but the exchange was far less impressive than practicing it in person. He tried to fill his hands with spiritual energy and evenly cover the wave, then slowly dug the soil, and the soil suddenly became soft. He had a great understanding, raised his head and said to Huanhai gratefully: "Master, I understand, this way can the body completely control the spiritual energy?"
"Stupid, this is a required course for the Spirit Light Wave Fist. In addition to cultivating spiritual energy, it can also train your waist and leg strength. You will understand it later. During these three hours, dig as much as you can. Remember, the wave must be even. On this basis, increase the speed of digging. When your whole body can allow the spiritual wave to flow evenly, you will have mastered my Spirit Light Wave Fist's self-defense secret technique."
"What secret skill?" Meng Xiang stood up quickly and wanted to know. Huan Hai glared at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Do you think you can master it without several years? Get to work."
"Yes." Meng Xiang didn't dare to say more and continued to dig his land.
It was very easy at first, but after a while, Meng Xiang understood what Huanhai meant. Half squatting for a long time was like the horse stance in martial arts novels, and his hands had to constantly adjust the fluctuations of spiritual energy, which really consumed his physical and mental strength. He did not dare to be careless, and dug seriously according to Huanhai's instructions. It was not until noon that he dug a 30-meter-long piece of land. At this time, his feet and waist were extremely sore. When he returned to the temple with Huanhai, he lay on the floor like a paralyzed person, unable to move.
The lunch was still sumptuous, which was beyond Meng Xiang's expectation, but Huanhai and the others ate very simply, with tea and light rice. Meng Xiang could not help but feel so grateful that he almost shed tears and said, "Master, you are so kind to me. This sumptuous lunch is really delicious."
Huanhai snorted coldly and said indifferently: "It's not that I'm nice to you, it's that you gave too much money. The gold in your package is your tuition, I accept it."
Meng Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His backpack had been thrown aside and he didn't pay much attention to it. It turned out that the gold inside had been emptied by Hai Huan.
After lunch, he slept on a bed of nails. According to Huanhai, the spiritual energy should be concentrated on the back, so that the spiritual energy waves can flow evenly and slowly. Meng Xiang really felt like he was sitting on a pin cushion. If he was not careful, the back would be pierced by the nails, causing him excruciating pain.
As for mountain climbing, it is climbing a volcano. A few kilometers outside the temple, there is a small active volcano. The mountain is less than 30 meters high, but the temperature of the mountain wall after being burned is very high. Huanhai asked Meng Xiang to concentrate his spiritual energy on his hands and feet, and climb repeatedly with spiritual energy and high temperature. Meng Xiang practiced meticulously. The harder he practiced, the faster he felt his strength increase. Moreover, the practice during the day was targeted. Running and swimming were to exercise the body, digging was to exercise the strength of the feet, waist and spiritual energy, and sleeping was to exercise the amount of spiritual energy. Now climbing the mountain was to exercise the coordination between spiritual energy and the body.
But such training is very physically and mentally exhausting. After four hours of climbing, Meng Xiang was almost exhausted, his spiritual energy was exhausted, his hands were burned red, and he almost fell off the mountain several times.
"Very good, the warm-up is over, let's run back to the temple, and then we will start the real training." Huanhai blurted out these words, making Meng Xiang want to cry but without tears.
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