After stuffing all the buns into his arms, Lin Zhao carried the fishing rod and the fish basket back to the town. When he passed the bookstore on the front street, he saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a gray and white gown standing there.
There, one of the few scholars in the town is Qin Suihan, who is full of bookishness. The owner of the bookstore is Qin Suihan. The bookstore not only sells collections of serious knowledge, but also sells everything from the Three-Character Classic, the Thousand-Character Classic, to the Spring and Autumn Annals of Rites, etc.
In addition, there are many Jianghu novels, fantasy novels, etc., so the children who have read in the town like to hang out in the bookstores, get together to read the books, and just don’t buy them. They are all born to awaken the blood of white prostitutes.
Wizard.
Qin Suihan stood at the intersection in front of the bookstore and had already seen Lin Zhao, so he smiled slightly, looked at Lin Zhao's fish catch and the bulging buns in his arms, and bowed like a scholar from a distance.
Lin Zhao was slightly startled, immediately put down the fishing basket and fishing rod, and made a similar salute to Qin Suihan in a formal manner.
Immediately, he picked up the guy and quickly ran into the back streets and alleys.
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Qin Suihan's figure was a little shaky, and an old man wearing a gray gown appeared next to him. He narrowed his eyes, looked at Lin Zhao's back, and said with a smile: "It is true that Lin Zhao is no longer the same.
, the soul has been greatly different, is it the legendary Seizure?"
"Maybe so."
Qin Suihan was noncommittal.
The old man in gray sneered: "You have watched Lin Zhaoshan grow up with your own eyes, and now you are watching him being taken away. Do you dare to say that you can really be indifferent? If he had not returned the gift just now, would you have taken action to kill this guy?
Seize the soul of the body?"
Qin Suihan smiled faintly and turned to look at him: "It is said that doctors are like parents. Why is you, a doctor, so murderous?"
"All living things, ants, to people like you and me, what does a life mean?"
"Hmph~~Kill him as soon as he says it? Did he forget the sword behind him?"
Qin Suihan waved his hand and went straight back to the book shop, while the old man in gray clothes shook his head, and then his body swayed and disappeared silently into the streets at dusk.
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Lin Zhao returned to his residence happily, made fish soup, and then ate five big buns in one go. It was a full meal for a long time. He almost couldn't hold it anymore before he gave up. After taking a short rest, he still carried the burden.
The ancient sword has a fist stake in the yard. The farmer's three fist fist stakes are very simple, just like an old farmer cutting wheat. The posture is a bit strange, but the important thing is that the breath is calm and the fist meaning is lengthy.
After a while, he looked at the courtyard door and felt a little helpless. The courtyard door had been kicked down. Zhao Jin didn't come to repair it, so he had to do it himself. So he found some wood and sticks to close the gap in the courtyard door.
After temporarily blocking it, I continued to practice boxing.
Before going to bed, Lin Zhao punched dozens of times. After sweating profusely, he fetched a bucket of water and washed himself. Then he went to bed. When he lay down, he could faintly feel the pain in his body.
The true energy is flowing, and the true energy in the sea of qi has begun to continuously fill up. Coupled with the farmer's three punches, he is indeed different from what he used to be.
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The next morning, I woke up early.
It’s a new day, keep working on food!
I had three steamed buns and a little fish soup for breakfast. After eating and drinking, I continued to practice boxing a few times while I felt refreshed in the morning. The moment I opened the boxing frame, I felt like a boxer who was about to enter the palace.
When the true energy circulates throughout the body and the fist intention flows, it is full of a sense of killing. Although Lin Zhao was burned through the sea of qi before and was unable to practice martial arts, he has been practicing boxing for many years. In fact, the fist intention of Nongfu's three fists has already been
It has been accumulated for seven or eight years, which is definitely not comparable to that of a novice boxing practitioner.
As for the ways of martial arts, Lin Zhao already understood them one by one after fusing the young man's memories bit by bit.
In this world, the human race mainly lives in the south of the continent, while the north is occupied by the four northern evil races: monsters, demons, spirits, and ghosts. As for Tianchi Ridge, where the town is located, it happens to be at the boundary between the human race and the northern evil race.
In the old Chen Dynasty, which had been destroyed, a group of prisoners and refugees formed the Tianchi Army here. On the one hand, they fought against the evil spirits in the north, and on the other hand, they dealt with and cooperated with the Great Shang Dynasty in the south, living in the gaps in this world.
Martial arts in the world are divided into two categories.
The first category, spiritual cultivation, means that monks absorb the spiritual energy from heaven and earth, refine it for their own use, and seek the way to heaven step by step. There are many categories of spiritual cultivation, including legendary sword cultivation, Confucianism, and military strategists.
Taoism, Mohism, etc. Generally speaking, spiritual practice requires a lot of spiritual energy to maintain, and each spiritual practice requires a large amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures to climb higher step by step.
Spiritual practice is divided into fifteen realms. The 1st to 5th realms are: Condensation of Qi, Heartbeat, Consecration, Bigu, and Divine Treasure. They are called the lower five realms. The 6th to 10th realms are: Zifu, Dongxu, and Metal.
Dan, Yuan Ying, and Xinghe are called the middle five realms, while the upper five realms are the real top monks. Basically, according to young Lin Zhao's knowledge, they are simply out of reach, and he doesn't even know the names of the realms.
Therefore, if you want to become a spiritual cultivator, it costs a lot of money. Unless you are a sect in the mountains, some prominent families can afford it. Ordinary people don't need to consider it at all.
It is precisely because of this that the second type of martial arts practice was derived.
Takefu.
The so-called martial artist only cultivates a breath of true energy. A martial artist does not seek resonance between heaven and earth, nor does he seek to merge with the great road. He only seeks to practice a body of copper skin and iron bones. He only seeks to practice so that his fists can open the sun and the moon. One breath of true energy and a set of boxing techniques.
, The warriors who have truly reached the pinnacle are not afraid of spiritual practice at all. Therefore, most of the ordinary children from poor families or soldiers who join the army choose to be martial arts, because this saves the most money. All they need is some medicine for wounds.
If you have enough food, you can practice boxing and exercise your body. The price of climbing higher step by step is that you have to endure more hardships and endure more years than spiritual practice.
Therefore, there is a saying that has always been circulated in the world: If you are not poor, who will become a martial artist?
However, most of the people in the army are warriors. Take the Tianchi Army stationed outside the town as an example. Commander Chu and most of the strong men below are basically warriors, without many exceptions.
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Because of this, Lin Zhao's heart is as clear as a mirror, and he is so poor that he has had nothing to eat. What hope does he have if he doesn't learn boxing? Those who have no chance can only learn boxing.
After several punches in the early morning, Lin Zhao's boxing intention became more intense. After possessing the true energy, he became more integrated into the boxing intention. He could feel that there were some flaws in his previous boxing practice.
Now it has been naturally improved and corrected. All in all, it has become stronger and stronger.
Just when he was about to pick up the fishing rod and fishing basket, there was a loud noise and the door was kicked open again!
"Depend on……"
Lin Zhao frowned and thought to himself: "My door is broken into every day, why do you treat my place as a public toilet!?"
The door was half broken. In front of the door, there were two people standing. Zhao Jin, who still had a bruise on his chin, stood behind him, and in front of him was a tall and thick young man. He looked young, but he had a strong body and strong muscles.
, with arrogance between his brows, he sneered: "Humph, I thought he was some great person, but it turned out to be just a skinny monkey. Zhao Jin, you are really unimproved. You can't even do anything about this kind of person?"
"
The person who came was none other than a child from the back streets of Tianchi Town. He was much older than Lin Zhao, Zhao Jin and others. His name was Huang Lin. It was said that someone in his family was a general in the Tianchi Army, and Huang Lin himself was a student.
Boxing.
"Don't underestimate him."
Zhao Jin frowned and said, "This guy is hiding something!"
"snort!"
Huang Lin raised his eyebrows, looked at the ancient sword behind Lin Zhao, stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Lin Zhao, hand over the sword, then slap yourself a few times, kneel down to Zhao Jin and admit your mistake, and I will pretend that this is not the case.
Already."
Lin Zhao immediately put down the fishing rod and basket, gently rolled up his sleeves, and said nothing.
"He is indeed a dull gourd!"
Huang Lin sneered, stepped into the small courtyard, and said, "Do you really think you will be my opponent? What do you call that wild move you have practiced?"
Zhao Jin said: "Dog meat cannot be served at the banquet."
"Yeah."
Huang Lin sneered, pointed at Lin Zhao, and said: "One punch will make you kneel down, and then you will get under my crotch. Otherwise, I will beat you to the point where you will not be able to get out of bed for half a month, and you will starve to death in bed."
Anyway, he’s a bastard that no one asks about.”
For a moment, Lin Zhao became angry. He was also a child whose parents died when he was young. What he couldn't stand the most was this kind of words. So, he pulled his right leg behind him, raised his fists naturally, and pulled the farmer away directly.
After three punches, faint fisting intentions began to flow around the body.
"Tsk tsk..."
Zhao Jin couldn't help but sneered: "Do you really expect to fight Huang Lin? I'm not afraid of scaring you. Huang Lin broke through the realm last month and is now a genuine first-level martial artist, a martial artist in the physical refining realm.
, you are a sick man and you are not afraid of being punched to death?"
Lin Zhao still didn't speak, but stared at Huang Lin's eyes like an eagle's eyes.
This kind of look made Huang Lin very disgusted. It was like meeting a wolf that had been hungry for a long time. He obviously had an absolute advantage in realm, but he started to feel weak in his heart.
"You little bastard, I'll blind you first!"
Huang Lin shouted loudly, and all his energy exploded. He rushed in front of Lin Zhao in an instant, and punched Lin Zhao with a thunderous punch filled with true energy. Indeed, the speed and strength of a first-level martial artist were already terrifying.
.
"Whoosh!"
When Huang Lin's punch passed by, it only hit Lin Zhao's hair. In the next second, Lin Zhao, who had ducked to avoid the punch, burst out with punching intent, and punched directly towards Huang Lin's hand like a green onion.
Chin, the speed was so fast and the punch was so fierce that even Huang Lin, a first-level martial artist, couldn't dodge. But at the moment when Chin was hit by the punch, Huang Lin also kicked Lin Zhao hard in the abdomen.
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“Deng Deng Deng~~~”
Lin Zhao retreated continuously, feeling a heavy feeling in his abdomen, while Huang Lin was already bleeding from the mouth and nose, and was beaten to pieces by Lin Zhao's punch. He became angry for a moment, moved his foot horizontally, and struck again with a punch.
The moment he punched, Lin Zhao's body bounced back, his whole waist slightly arched, like an angry bullfight, and then he punched out in an angry bullfight style!
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With a loud noise, Huang Lin's body flew out and smashed the entire courtyard door into pieces.
