Jiang Ming pushed the door open and walked in, standing in the courtyard. The shallow pit under his feet was very familiar. It was left behind when he practiced Fuhu Fist.
Cicadas were chirping on the treetops... At this time last year, Jiang Ming came here with cicadas, wine and meat to learn martial arts from old Zhou Tou. The scene was still vivid in his mind, but now things have changed.
The people in the room heard the noise and walked out quickly. They were stunned when they saw Jiang Ming, and then their eyes became red.
"Brother Ming..."
Jiang Ming looked at Zhou Wenxiu. The once cheerful and childish girl had become a little more mature after just a few months. There were many scars on her exposed arms and wrists, which looked like they had been whipped.
of……
Jiang Ming knows that this girl must have suffered a lot in the city, but this is the only way for people at the bottom to grow up, and no one can do it for her.
Some people are born in the clouds, and some people are born in hell. Not only do they have to struggle in hell, but they also have to endure the ridicule and oppression of people sitting in the clouds...
Thousands of words came to my lips, but only one sentence remained:
"Have you made too much rice? Give me a bowl..."
Zhou Wenxiu gritted his teeth and nodded, hurriedly ran into the house...and came out again after a while, with red eyes, bringing dry flour cakes and boiled wild vegetables to Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming sat on a low stool, eating and drinking as if he had been hungry for days, and finally burped with great satisfaction.
"You ate all my cake..." Zhou Wenxiu sat opposite Jiang Ming, resting his elbows on his knees, holding his head in his hands and puffing.
Jiang Ming couldn't help but smile. At this time, Zhou Wenxiu finally regained some of his original aura.
"Anyway, I didn't bring any money..." Jiang Ming stood up and said with a smile: "How about I teach you how to practice boxing and pay for your meal...?"
When Lao Zhoutou was still alive, he never taught his granddaughter to practice boxing, fearing that she would ruin her training.
But Lao Zhoutou didn't understand that the world is not afraid of you being bad at practice, it's just afraid that you are too weak... By the time Lao Zhoutou understood this truth, it was already too late.
Zhou Wenxiu was stunned when he heard this, and then bent his legs to kneel on the ground.
Jiang Ming picked her up with quick eyes and hands, shook his head and said: "You cook for me, and I teach you to practice boxing. I don't owe anyone anything... If you kowtow one more time for me, will I kowtow you back again? I'm just kidding."
Woolen cloth……"
Zhou Wenxiu blushed immediately.
Jiang Ming coughed lightly and comforted her: "Don't be embarrassed... From now on, as long as I am in town, I will cook three meals a day... Don't miss one meal!"
Zhou Wenxiu was confused.
"Why are you dazed? Let's get started...the first move, Tiger Sitting on the Mountain!" Jiang Ming recalled what Lao Zhoutou taught him, and said slowly: "This is the fundamental technique of Fuhu Fist..."
After a while.
The fist wind whistled in the small courtyard, just like before...
…
Go up the mountain to collect medicine, go down the mountain to teach boxing...
In the blink of an eye, it will be three months later.
The sky is filled with yellow leaves and the cold wind is blowing.
In front of the mountain hut, a somewhat fat tiger stared at the human by the river, its tail tightly tucked behind its back... The human's aura became more and more terrifying, and I was a little scared. Why didn't Lord Rabbit take me away?
…
By the river, Jiang Ming's fists were in full swing. He followed his heart and was no longer limited to any moves... but he was still quite organized, as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, without any distractions.
"The power of the tiger has almost reached its peak, and the blood energy is almost the same, but the 'tiger artistic conception' is still intangible and invisible..." Jiang Ming shook his head gently. The path of martial arts became more and more difficult the further it went.
Since he went down the mountain last time and bought a few large bags of medicinal materials, he started drinking three bowls of them every day. It did have some effect, allowing him to calm down and concentrate on practicing boxing. It had the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort, gradually increasing the strength and vitality of a tiger.
Raised to the extreme.
Nowadays, Jiang Ming can be regarded as a third-rate master. In addition, he is not afraid of being chopped or stabbed. If there is a life and death fight... Unless a second-rate warrior like Guan Feng takes action, he will have no opponent in Dayun Mansion.
However, to get from third-rate to second-rate, it is more about settling and comprehending. It is no longer something that can be broken through by just practicing hard. I don’t know how many third-rate warriors have been stuck here all their lives.
Jiang Ming is already prepared to be stuck at this bottleneck in three to five years or even longer...
"Counting the time, it's time for Guan Headhunter and the others to go into the mountains and join in the fun..." He then muttered to himself.
In the past few months, although Jiang Ming has not been involved in the affairs of the Liehuzhuang branch, he sometimes still participates when Guan headhunter leads a hunting team.
The founder of the Cowhide Tiger Bone Art originally created this method to imitate the postures of wild bulls and ferocious tigers. During the fight with the ferocious tiger, it is also very helpful for understanding the meaning of the tiger...
"Hey, it's a pity that although there is one at home, it can't be used for fighting. It has to be kept as a guard..." Jiang Ming glanced at the fat tiger under the eaves, shook his head, picked up a fine iron dagger and left the wooden house.
, and went deep into the mountains and forests.
"Then what do humans think of me..." Fat Hu, who had not yet developed his intelligence, was at a loss, and suddenly felt his anus tighten.
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Deep in Yunmeng Mountain.
Jiang Ming met up with Guan Feng and others at a resting point.
"Huh? Huang Xiaoying didn't come today?" Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows. He remembered that the girl had never missed every hunt since she passed the Tiger Hunting Team's assessment.
Fang Lie shook his head and sighed: "She just felt the vitality a few days ago. I was happy for her, but I didn't expect that she packed her bags and left the next day, saying she was sorry for everyone. Her only purpose of coming here was
I just learned martial arts for free. Now that my goal has been achieved, I’m leaving..."
Jiang Ming wondered: "Since you are learning martial arts, why don't you continue learning and be satisfied with just feeling the blood?"
Fang Lie shook his head, expressing his ignorance.
Guan Feng was sitting under a big tree with his eyes closed, and he suddenly said: "The only requirement for the Cangshan Army's city-breaking team is to sense blood energy."
"Cangshan Army?" Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
Jiang Ming was also stunned and couldn't believe it.
The Cangshan Army is the rebel army that defeated three prefectures in the north. Now the leader calls himself the King of Cangshan, and his momentum is at its peak, continuously attacking cities and territories...
Among the Cangshan Army, a city-breaking team is the most famous and frightening. It once set a record of breaking through the city in three hours.
The city-breaking team was initially composed of people who practiced martial arts. Later, as the force grew, the standards were raised to the point where they had to sense blood...
But everyone, including Jiang Ming, couldn't believe that the low-key and honest Huang Xiaoying was going to join the rebels?
"She came to see me the day she left..." Guan Feng said lightly: "Her home is in Qinglin Mansion, north of Dayun Mansion. The family offended the official and were killed. Even the seventy-year-old
Even the old woman was spared...only she escaped with her life and arrived at Dayun Mansion."
"She has only one obsession in life, and that is to enter Qinglin Mansion and kill the official who killed her family..."
Everyone was silent.
After a long time, someone sighed: "This damn world..."
Suddenly, a voice sounded from the front:
"Yeah, this damn world!"
Several figures slowly walked out of the jungle and appeared in front of everyone.
"Who are you?" Peng Luteng stood up with a guarded look on his face.
Opposite, a young man who looked to be only about twenty years old walked slowly to the front and said with a faint smile:
"Wei Yan!"
"What? Are you the... Hundred-Man Massacre?"
There was an exclamation of surprise at the Hunting Tiger Village.