"Iron horses rushing..." "Huo!"
"Rampaging..." "Huo!"
"Turn upside down..." "Huo!"
In the capital of the Great Chu Dynasty in the Heavenly Emperor Continent, the great general of the current dynasty broke into the enemy's mansion, with bang bang bang, violent fist wind, turbulent air, exhaling and shouting, one after another, every "huo" sounded like It was a flat thunder.
"Chichi" a green bird flew over the sky.
"Heaven falls apart..." "Huo!"
"Puchi!" Its tiny brain burst on the spot and fell directly from the sky.
"Bah!" The bird fell into the right hand of a middle-aged man in black clothes, his eyes twitched, and he waved his left hand: "Stop..."
Not far from him, eight young men and women all dressed in black clothes stopped. After hearing the stop, they all closed their hands, and their movements were in unison. Finally, they opened their mouths at the same time and spit out seven long white mist.
That's right, it's seven, the last one, the thinnest boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a sallow complexion, it can be seen that he doesn't have much nutrition at ordinary times. They were all discharged, exhaled like a sword, and sprayed out.
He was the only one, his little face flushed, and he vomited vigorously, but he didn't see anything.
The other teenagers nearby couldn't help laughing, and some of them couldn't help it. Although they didn't make a sound, their shoulders kept twitching. I don't know how hard it was to endure.
"Huang Zheng..." The middle-aged man's face darkened, and he slammed.
"Here!" The boy Huang Zheng, the one who couldn't breathe, subconsciously lifted his head and chest when he heard the shout.
"What are you still doing standing there? Clean up here, set up tables and chairs for the young masters, and prepare for class."
it's me again? A trace of grievance flashed in the eyes of the young Huang Zheng, he lowered his head and went to the side to move the tables and chairs, holding back, his father said well, today I will be a man, tomorrow will be me, I am young, and I am under someone else’s roof, What's the point of suffering a little bit temporarily? A man can give in and not be humiliated, as long as he is not humiliated, it is a blessing to suffer.
He said it over and over in his heart, comforting himself, while moving tables and chairs, big and small, by himself.
"Sit down, you've done your exercises, now you're in class."
"Wow!" "Wow!" As soon as the middle-aged man opened his mouth, the other seven teenagers shouted happily, and one by one they began to look for seats to sit down for class.
"Hurry up, Huang Zheng is moving one to me."
"The movements are so slow and stupid, why can't you practice anything?"
"Huang Zheng, I'll help you." Among the seven people, there was only one young girl with a small melon-shaped face and round moon eyes. As soon as she opened her mouth, she could see the dimples on her face, which was very cute.
Hmph, in the crowd, after two teenagers looked at each other, they glared at Huang Zheng secretly.
At this time, the middle-aged man was gently stroking the brain-bursting bird with one hand, back and forth from left to right, and started the class word by word.
"I, Great Chu, established the country with martial arts, and respected martial arts and attack. It can be said that the level of martial arts achievements is the foundation of whether we can gain a foothold in our dynasty. You are all the younger generations of General Fang. General Fang has been on the battlefield all his life, and he is invincible ,you… "
The middle-aged man's opening chapter must be spoken every day, with hundreds of words in eloquence. The eight people below, except for Huang Zheng, listened to each other with drowsiness and impatience.
Only Huang Zheng moved seven chairs, stood upright, motionless like a mountain, quietly stood behind the girl's seat, and listened to the middle-aged man's words.
The middle-aged man is Fang Han. He has been with General Fang since he was thirteen years old. He used to be a master of martial arts. Later, he was plotted against on the battlefield and suffered a little injury. He retired to the general's mansion and became the chief martial arts teacher.
Great Chu established the country with martial arts and advocated martial arts. In the homes of the major generals and ministers, the instructors were all from the same person who taught martial arts, and when teaching, martial arts was the main priority, and literature was the second.
"Martial arts are divided into six levels: divine power, bone training, qi cultivation, mind concentration, inner alchemy, and psychic psychic. Your fists, when you strike now, there are already bang bang sounds, strong winds are blowing, and you can slam at the same time. It can also break the soul of the bird. Nian, this is a harbinger of breaking through the ordinary and reaching divine power."
When Huang Zheng heard this, his eyelids twitched, and he cried out in his heart: "What, the eight of us drank just now, and the birds of the shock fell, and we didn't even break through the ordinary? It's not even the first level of divine power?"
As if sensing the change in Huang Zheng's heart, Fang Han glanced at Huang Zheng from the corner of his eye, turned his head and continued: "Divine power, supernatural power, power of gods and demons, it is said that in ancient times, gods and demons were rampant, and the human race was weak. We humans are just gods. The ant slaves in the eyes of the demons are trash that can be crushed to death at will. Only when a remarkable figure appeared in the human race, he stole the supernatural powers of the demons, created a martial arts suitable for the human race, and passed on the power of gods and demons to the world. From the body of the human race, our human race has grown slowly since then, and this person is what we often call the Emperor of Heaven."
"Divine power is no longer the power of our human race. The strength of our human race is only a few hundred catties at most. This kind of person is no one in a million. It is only heard of for thousands of generations. This is almost the limit of manpower. Divine power, according to the talents of each of you, once you enter the divine power realm, open a bow of a thousand catties, be the enemy of ten thousand people, and be invincible with iron fists. .”
"But Coach Fang, we heard from you before that the ringing of punches and the vibration of the space, this is the realm of divine power? Why aren't we?"
Fang Han smiled slightly: "For the first six levels, each level is divided into upper, middle and lower. Ordinary people who have reached the early stage of divine power will make a sound of punching, shaking the space, and just punching casually can stun the secular world with just the wind of the fist." Samurai, in the middle stage, the sound of punches is like thunder, shaking the world, the bird just flew over, without you shouting, punching through the air, you can be shocked to death, and in the later stage, the sound becomes silent, and the punch is like a shadow, without sound , killing people without warning, it is hard to prevent."
"Although your fists make sounds, they are intermittent and not coherent. They are only occasional bursts of sound. If the sound is continuous and the fists are ringing, that is the real power."
He paused: "I learned martial arts at the age of eleven, and only learned minor supernatural powers at the age of eighteen. I have been practicing for thirty years now, but I am only in the middle stage of supernatural power. Do you think supernatural power is so easy?"
"When you are young, you have a great general to teach you great supernatural powers. However, although you have great supernatural powers as a foundation, it is not easy to enter the realm of supernatural power within three to five years."
Huang Zheng was secretly shocked when he heard it. It would take three to five years to gain supernatural power, and this is still the seven of them. Fang Han must have not included me in the three to five years that Fang Han said, so I have to practice later? Doesn't it take hundreds or thousands of years to be promoted to the first level
"Mr. Fang." The girl in front of Huang Zheng also asked, "I once heard my third uncle say that psychic communication doesn't seem to be the limit of martial arts? Is it true?"
"Of course." Fang Han's face was solemn, his eyes serious: "General Fang was living on the street when he was young, and by chance, he got one of the three great generals of Chu to pass on his skills for three days, so he became one of the three great generals of the Great Chu today. , but even if you get to the psychic, it's nothing."
"It is said that in ancient times, above psychic psychics, there was a divine realm, and there were six levels of divine realm, and above the divine realm, there was even a fairyland. There is a saying in the book that supernatural powers can be practiced to the extreme to move thousands of miles, move mountains and seas, live forever, touch stones Into gold… "
"What?" The two teenagers who had just glared at Huang Zheng secretly were shocked. They could turn stones into gold at the end of their practice. If I had no money, wouldn't it be possible to get rich immediately by lighting a lot of stones
"Long live evergreen?" The girl touched her face, if it was like this for ten thousand years, would it be pretty good
"Moving mountains and seas?" Only Huang Zheng squeezed his fists and muttered to himself, his face full of yearning.
"get out of class is over." Fang Han just said that everyone was a little passionate, and suddenly he waved his hands and floated away.
"Huang Zheng, go, go to the kitchen and get some snacks for this young man to eat. I practiced all day, and I'm starving to death." A young man with a small scar on his forehead was the one who had just glared at Huang Zhengzhong. His name was Fang Yuan. Seventeen years old, the youngest son of General Fang Podi.
"What are you doing? You don't know how to get it yourself, and Huang Zheng is not a servant at home, so ignore him." The girl grabbed Huang Zheng's sleeve and started drinking towards Fang Yuan.
Her name is Ye Qingwei, and her father, Ye Jieshu, was the minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. Ye Jieshu's younger sister is Fang Podi's wife, and she and Fang Yuan are cousins.
Seeing Ye Qingwei protecting him, the faces of the other six people changed drastically, especially Fang Yuan and another boy named Ye Cheng.
Ye Cheng is Ye Qingwei's older brother.
"Wei'er, go away, what are you doing protecting him?"
"That's right, he's just the son of a family general. If his father hadn't blocked a flying arrow for the general before he was alive, he would have been sold elsewhere to be someone else's slave."
"The general promised his father to teach him martial arts. It is already a great gift from heaven. Do you really think that you are also a young man? Running here every day? You look like a dog."
"The great supernatural power 'Bengtian Quan' that everyone also learned, only he dragged us back. Up to now, everyone can't learn the second chapter."
"That's right, that's right, an idiot."
"Don't overestimate your own strength, if you can't learn martial arts, don't learn martial arts. You are lazy and lazy here."
Everyone talked a lot, and the biggest anger was that Huang Zhengxue's progress was slow, and Fang Han asked everyone to practice the first chapter together before he was willing to teach the second chapter.
Everyone thought that Huang Zheng was too stupid to drag them down.
"Huang Zheng, my young master is ordering you now, hurry up and get some snacks..." The more Ye Qingwei defended Huang Zheng, the angrier Fang Yuan became in his heart. He hurriedly stood up, and pointed a finger under Huang Zheng's eyes.
"Don't go." Ye Qingwei gritted her teeth, staring at Huang Zheng, with tears in her eyes.
"If he doesn't go, we'll beat him up."
"Beat him, now he's disobedient, and he'll be fine when he grows up? Has the Fang family raised a white-eyed wolf?"
"Everything you eat and live in belongs to Fang's family. Young Master Fang still can't control you?"
"It's not pleasing to see him as a bastard, he's just a family bastard."
In the end, just as the man spoke, there was a flash of a figure in the field, and Huang Zheng had a seizure on the spot. His figure was like thunder, and he rushed in front of him in one step.
"Rampage!"
"Bang!" A kite, like a broken string, fell and flew out.