Wen Leyang was like a cerebral palsy patient, struggling to throw himself around. Under Wen Tunhai's guidance, he only practiced the first move. He had to put all his strength into every move, basically ensuring that every somersault would be a good one. Extremely tragic. Www、QuanBeN-XiaoShuo、CoM
As soon as Wen Leyang exerted force, the twisted joints according to the requirements of the Boxing Sutra were immediately decomposed into tangled, twisted, and completely opposite forces, and then there was seamless contact between the body and the ground. However, every time after such a hard fall, the tens of millions of muscles in the body The knife seemed to have diminished a bit, and turned into a cold feeling, accumulating in the lower abdomen.
This fall lasted for two whole days. When all the dull knives in his body dissipated, Wen Leyang was covered in black and blue, and his face was swollen bigger than the basin. If he hadn't had a solid foundation since childhood, he would have fallen to death.
Wen Leyang pointed to his lower abdomen and shouted to Wen Tunhai in surprise: "Uncle, the cold lump in the Dantian is... real energy?" He was surprised and happy at the same time. He had suffered terribly from the fall in the past two days, and his body was covered with blood. Every inch felt like being trampled by a herd of elephants, but if you really wanted to accumulate any innate and postnatal essence, it would still be as big as a brick. This was great. Wen Leyang almost praised it from the bottom of his heart. The ancestor's divine art of cultivating the heavens was indeed well-deserved.
Wen Tunhai chuckled a few times: "Eldest nephew, this is how it is. Originally, after soaking in medicinal wine and practicing the Fist Sutra, you can not only practice the skill of refining advanced poisonous prescriptions in the future, but also refine the medicinal wine. You can use the poison in it for your own use, but you soaked it for too long. I used acupuncture and medicine to remove the most deadly part of the poison, so the effect of the medicinal wine into the body as it is refined through boxing skills is no longer there, so to speak. Do you understand?"
Wen Leyang shook his head in pure despair.
"That is to say, your somersaults in the past two days, except for detoxification, are basically in vain."
"What's that cold lump in your stomach?"
Wen Tunhai said nothing and pointed to the toilet in the backyard.
Wen Leyang covered his stomach, groaned and ran there, shouting: "Uncle, if you are tired, please bring me some paper..."
As the coldness poured out, Wen Leyang's heart felt cold and cold. In the past two days, he had basically thrown all the people in the village, old and young, for the rest of their lives. Now it seemed that the fall was indeed in vain.
Wen Leyang came out of the toilet holding his stomach. He felt a chill from his throat to his navel. He smiled bitterly and asked, "Uncle, this boxing technique..."
Wen Tunhai interrupted him with a smile before he could finish his words: "Boy, the poison of our Wen family is not only to poison others, but also to poison ourselves!" As he said that, he suddenly turned over and jumped up in a weird posture, with his big head The right palm facing down lightly touched the ground.
A layer of clear green color immediately rippled on the ground and disappeared in a flash.
The uncle casually picked up a piece of stone and turned over the land. Wherever the green palm touched, the earthworms below turned into withered black hard bodies.
Wen Leyang swallowed hard.
There was a trace of pride in Wen Tunhai's eyes, and he was obviously very satisfied with his palm: "The wrong fist passed down from our ancestors of the Wen family combines the poisonous power in the medicinal wine with the meridians, in order to strengthen muscles and bones, and the power of the fist can Wherever it goes, the poison accumulated in the meridians will also explode! Whether you are refining poison or fighting in the future, you can't do without this set of wrong fists!"
Only then did Wen Leyang realize that this boxing technique that teaches people to smash their bodies to the ground was called wrong boxing.
Every day after that, Wen Leyang was the same as he was before he was twelve years old. Every morning, he got naked into the big vat and soaked in medicinal wine. Practice hard according to the boxing classics. Wen Leyang has a young mind and is ruthless and tenacious towards himself. He grits his teeth and pounds the ground in his uncle's yard every day.
The three old men of the Wen family came over from time to time, and then greeted their uncle Wen Shenghai, and the four of them set up a table in the yard to play mahjong.
One time Wen Leyang had the honor to witness Mr. Wen and his uncle Wen Tunhai, who were not using their poisonous power, but only used wrong fists to fight each other. They looked like two crazy people who had been beaten to death. They have all become targets for attacking the enemy. Every part of one person's body is attacking the other person like a storm, and every attack is so powerful that it can split gold and stone. The fight between a martial arts expert was even more lively.
Only then did Wen Leyang realize that, putting everything else aside, this set of boxing techniques alone could turn one person into a large group of people in actual combat, a standard single-person group beating technique.
Wen Leyang also gradually understood the secret of boxing training. This boxing method distorts the power in the body. In the flow of force, the invading poison flows through the meridians, and eventually accumulates and precipitates.
When dealing with an enemy, when punching, the poison will be spread out.
In addition, the Boxing Sutra also focuses on training two points. One is balance, and the other is distraction. To complete the moves, you must spread your mind to each joint of the limbs. The fists, feet, shoulders and elbows must be directed separately. They must not follow the instructions. He needs the coordination of his body to allow him to move by himself, otherwise he will fall miserably.
In other words, balance is all about distraction.
Wen Tunhai explained to him: "The Wen family's secret poison-making skills are so advanced that they require the use of hands, feet, and body. Hundreds of medicines are tempered at the same time, and more than a dozen pots are needed. If you don't master this set of boxing techniques, you will be ignored." Even if you have three heads and six arms, you can’t do all the martial arts!"
As his boxing skills became more and more proficient, he fell less and less. After soaking in medicinal wine and punching, the effect of refining the poison was gradually revealed. Wen Leyang was full of energy every day, and his body muscles and bones became extremely strong. , not even a white mark can be left.
Wen Leyang was overjoyed to see his body getting stronger day by day. Every time he practiced boxing, he would stand in the yard and indulge in himself.
On this day, Wen Tunhai was squatting in the yard, sipping the hot stick noodle porridge from the bowl. Seeing Wen Leyang's unpromising expression, he smiled and cursed: "I've only just arrived, and you've become so beautiful."
Wen Leyang shook his head with a smile: "Of course it's not possible now, but every day I soak in medicinal wine and practice boxing, my body will get stronger and stronger. It won't work for a few days or months. After a few years or decades, my body will become as strong as steel sooner or later."
Wen Tunhai ignored him until he sucked up the bowl of porridge, and then he sighed with comfort: "The meridians are like a rubber bag, which can only hold ordinary poison. Wrong punches can store the poison in the meridians. , you can also make this pocket bigger, but there will always be a limit. Once this limit is exceeded, the meridians will be broken, and the poison will corrode your internal organs. When the time comes, just wrap it in cloth and go to Egypt for an exhibition! Maybe And you can get it for a good price...Give me a carrot."
The two men squatted in the yard, chewing carrots: "The medicinal wine now is just to lay a foundation for your body. When you have mastered all the thirteen postures of wrong boxing, the meridians can only carry toxins. It’s reached its limit.”
Wen Leyang snorted, feeling overflowing with disappointment. His dream of becoming a devil muscleman had come to nothing. Then he became a little more worried: "It won't explode in advance, right?"
Wen Tunhai laughed and scolded: "Why did I choose a fool like you to be my disciple? Sometimes he is extremely stupid, and occasionally he is a little smart, but in the end he is still extremely stupid!"
Wen Leyang held up half a carrot and acted silly.
"The Thirteen Forms of Wrong Boxing are all about gradual progress. If you can't practice the first move well, you won't be able to practice the second move, and your physique will also change accordingly. By the time you master the last move, the foundation will be just right! Let's There have been so many disciples of the Wen family in the past, but I have never heard of anyone who was poisoned to death by medicinal wine before he could master the thirteenth move."
Soaking in medicinal wine to practice wrong fist is just to lay the foundation for practicing advanced poisonous skills in the future. When the wrong fist is completed, the person's meridians' ability to withstand the toxins in the medicinal wine has also reached the limit. Those who want to make breakthroughs in the future, practice You must refine the poison recipe according to your own system, find the toxin that suits you, and then slowly dissolve the poison into the body to further strengthen the meridians. In this practice, you can only test the poison yourself, and keep trying to find the poison that your body can best adapt to. Others cannot help. There have been many disciples of the Wen family in the past dynasties, and they have spent their whole lives until they die, but they can't find it. The five elements toxins that have been released from the body's adaptation will eventually be unable to enter the country again.
Wen Leyang suddenly realized it and smiled, showing his neat teeth.
In addition to practicing wrong punches, Wen Leyang followed his uncle or grandfather and began to systematically learn the methods of refining poisons and applying poisons. The Wen family divided poisons into five elements, which are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. The configuration and casting of each type of poison are only It is a vague rule, and there is no unified strict procedure. If you want to exert the greatest toxicity, you can only follow the five elements and practice it slowly by yourself.
After the age of twelve, ordinary disciples of the Wen family refine poisons with the Poison Classic, just like cooking according to a recipe. As long as the portions are right, the taste will always be the same; but now Wen Leyang is learning it step by step. After learning physics knowledge, whether he can build an atomic bomb in the future depends on his understanding and opportunities.
The former is about copying cats and tigers, although it is simple and practical, but it has no future; the latter is about applying theory to practice. Once you get started, you will enter a whole new level.
It was not until two years later that Wen Leyang finally practiced the last move in the boxing classic. He was already eighteen years old at this time. He was not too tall, probably a little shy of 1.8 meters. His body was not too tall, but he was very strong. The simplicity on his face remained unchanged. At first glance, he looked like A simple young man who grew up in the mountains.
Wen Tunhai was overjoyed and took him to meet the three elders of the Wen family.
Seeing Wen Leyang scratching his head and scratching his head with joy and looking hopeless, Mr. Wen laughed out loud and said: "Stupid boy, what's the point of being happy that it only took two years to practice the Boxing Sutra? The physical martial arts that we Wen family disciples freely exercise is for this The basics of boxing are laid. Ask your uncle how long it took him to learn this boxing."
"Twenty months."
Wen Leyang stuck out his tongue in surprise.
Mr. Wen San snorted with a stern face and pointed to a big locust tree in the yard: "Go and punch a few times and let me see."
Wen Leyang frowned: "This tree is more than four hundred years old..."
"I'll hit you if I ask you to, there's so much nonsense!"
Wen Le Yanggang hurriedly agreed, holding his breath for a moment, then suddenly jumped up high with an angry roar, every joint in his body was twitching strangely, and his fists and feet were like the wind, surrounding the tree that was two arms thick like a strange bird. The big tree spun rapidly, and the sound of collisions was as loud as explosions. With each blow, a layer of black spread, and penetrated into the giant tree after a while. Before refining the poison suitable for one's five elements and entering it into the body, the poison bursting out from the wrong fist is just ordinary black. The poisonous power of Mu Xing cultivated by Wen Tunhai makes it a coquettish green color.
A layer of withered yellow leaves fell to the ground with the breeze after a moment. Wen Leyang's current wrong punch can break out these dead leaves. If he wants to make such a thick tree wither in just a few punches, he is still far away.
The three old men exchanged relatively satisfied looks.
After a while, Wen Leyang finished his work and looked at the four elders uneasily.
Old Mrs. Wen was noncommittal, and he smiled and directly ordered Wen Tunhai: "Take him into the mountains tomorrow!" After saying that, he stood up and ran to the bed, dug under the bed for a long time, and finally pulled out a square mahogany box. He smiled and asked Wen Leyang: "Do you know what's inside?"
Wen Leyang resisted the answer of 'urn' and shook his head. Wen Shenghai was overjoyed when he saw the box. He slapped his eldest nephew and pushed him to the ground: "Why don't you hurry up and thank you, grandpa!"
In the wooden box, there is a jade tripod that is completely black.
Wen Leyang's eyes lit up and he cheered in surprise: "Ink Jade Xiangding!"
The fragrant cauldron is a familiar household item to Wen family disciples. After lighting special herbs in the cauldron, it will attract the surrounding poisonous insects. After a fight, the most poisonous insects will linger in the cauldron and refuse to leave. Use It is most convenient to trap poisonous insects. However, most of the incense cauldrons used by ordinary disciples are made of stone or bronze. The effectiveness of using herbs is limited and it is difficult to attract strangely poisonous insects and beasts. Even if they are occasionally attracted, those strange insects will not linger too much in the cauldron and turn around. Just one lap away.
The black jade incense cauldron is different. Once the herbs are burned, ordinary insects will not dare to come. Only the ferocious insects with strange poisons will be attracted. Compared with ordinary incense cauldrons, the former is a trap for catching bears. , the latter can only be regarded as a mousetrap.
Mr. Wen handed the wooden box to Wen Leyang: "We Tuoxie disciples cannot avoid dealing with these poisonous insects in our lives. I leave this incense cauldron to you. You will need it sooner or later!"
Wen Leyang kowtowed with great joy, while Wen Tunhai smiled slightly angrily at the side and said, "Big Daddy, his cauldron is better than mine!"
Mr. Wen gave him a sideways glance: "Then ask Leyang, if he is willing to trade with you, I don't care."
Before Wen Tunhai could speak, Wen Leyang had already screamed strangely, hugged the black jade incense cauldron firmly with both hands and ran away, shouting: "I won't change it, I won't change it, I won't change it!" (Quanben Novel Website www.QuanBeN- XiaoShuo.com)