Zhao Zheng was startled, and he immediately cheered up, as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood, and he became energetic. Points are extremely useful, but there are few ways to earn them. If you can catch the three-tailed swallow, you can get 500 points.
Points, this is not a small amount.
At that moment, he exerted force with his feet and jumped high into the air. He jumped five feet high and landed on a higher cliff. He relied on several vertical leaps to jump all the way to the top of the cliff.
This place is undoubtedly the closest to the flock of birds overhead. However, even if he stands at the highest point, there is still a long distance from the flock of birds. This distance will be difficult to cover even if he uses Qinggong.
He jumped to a high place, but did not close the distance between him and the three-tailed swallow. This bird flew extremely fast, much faster than other ordinary birds, and flew far away in the blink of an eye. He quickly speeded up
As he chased after him, his legs swung like the wind, and his body turned into an afterimage. It was almost impossible to see where his feet landed. Only the places where he stepped would stir up bursts of sand and dust.
After chasing for a while, he desperately found that he was actually a beat slower than the three-tailed swallow. Not only could he not close the distance, but he was getting further and further away. In terms of speed, he was much faster than ordinary birds, but
But not as good as this three-tailed swallow.
"No wonder I was asked to catch this kind of bird in this dungeon. It turns out that this kind of bird flies so fast." His mouth was filled with bitterness in his heart, and he was secretly complaining about the dungeon.
If he can't catch up with the three-tailed swallow, let alone capture the three-tailed swallow, unless he has good skills with hidden weapons and can knock down the three-tailed swallow, but this is his weakness.
"Forget it, let's treat a dead horse like a living horse. We can't just watch it fly away." After chatting about people, he picked up a jujube-sized pebble into his hand, pinched it with two fingers, and aimed.
He caught the three-tailed swallow that was flying away in the air, and ejected it with all his strength. The stone turned into a black light that broke through the air, and disappeared in an instant. Several feathers fell in the air. His heart skipped a beat, and he looked intently, but was disappointed to find that he was being
What the stones knocked down was just another ordinary bird.
Due to his lack of speed, he could only watch the three-tailed swallow disappear from sight, and no matter how hard he chased it, it would be in vain.
Since he couldn't catch up, he simply changed his strategy from chasing to squatting on the top of the mountain, waiting for the three-tailed swallow to hit the door on its own. He couldn't catch up with the three-tailed swallow, but it was still no problem to stop the three-tailed swallow. Let him
What rolled his eyes was that the three-tailed swallow never appeared again in the following time. It can be seen that the number of three-tailed swallows in this valley is very rare, and it is extremely difficult to encounter one.
After a while, the half-hour dungeon time limit is up.
Zhao Zheng had to quit the dungeon, regrouped, and returned to the Feiyan Valley dungeon. He repeated this several times, but he never succeeded in catching the three-tailed swallow.
out.
After summing up the lessons learned from the failure, everything can only be attributed to two points. First, his realm is not high enough to control the power of flying like a seventh-level heaven warrior. Second, his light skills are not fast enough to help him catch up with the three-tailed swallow.
Regarding the first point, he can only improve his strength step by step and cannot achieve it overnight. As for the second point, he can think of some ways.
In fact, he now has a good Qing Kung secret book, which is the "Magic Kick" he got from the Three Sword Sect before. However, this Qing Kung can only be considered good, not particularly good.
It also didn't satisfy him very much.
"Isn't there any top-grade Qing Gong for me to learn?" Zhao Zheng put his chin on his hand and looked out the window. His mind turned over and over again, thinking about how to find a secret book of Qing Gong. After thinking about it, he suddenly had an idea. He found a way, "Yes!" He hit the palm of his hand hard, and a smile appeared on his face.
…
Taishan Sect, in a certain training ground.
A group of younger disciples of the Taishan Sect were sweating profusely in the arena, practicing their sect's fists and kicks, the Panshan Boxing Technique. As each move was made fiercely, snapping sounds could be heard one after another. Together, these disciples numbered five. There were more than ten people, but that was quite a lot.
The person responsible for training the martial arts of this group of disciples today is the Thunderbolt Swordsman, who has always been known for his fiery temper. Lei Ming, because he is one of the three swordsmen of Mount Tai, and his status is too high, he rarely does this kind of thing, probably every year. Just do it once or twice.
Lei Ming has always had a bad temper. Even when he talks, he is like roaring. In addition, this opportunity is rare, so every disciple in the field plays very seriously and does not dare to be careless. Lei Ming puts his hands behind his back and stares at a pair of cows. Eyes, walking around in the field, scanning the movements of the group of disciples, if anyone's movements are irregular, he will step forward to correct them and scold them.
Sometimes, he would not only scold those disciples, but would even hit them with a slap in the face, neither light nor heavy.
It is very common in the world for a strict master to produce a good disciple, and beating his disciple is nothing new. The Taishan Sect will never blame Lei Ming for this kind of thing, and the disciples who are beaten can only swallow the bitterness in their stomachs. , there is no other way but to accept your fate.
"No! No! What nonsense are you calling these moves? How come every move is not standardized? The body of the 'Retrograde Move' is not lowered enough, and the leg of the 'Mountain Climb' is not raised hard enough and is a bit biased. The good Panshan Fist fell into your hands, and it didn't show any power at all. I think you didn't do it like Panshan Fist, but more like cross-legged boxing!" The roar of thunder sounded again, and the sound drowned out the voices of many disciples. The sound of fists and feet breaking through the wind.
Everyone felt a shiver in their hearts, sweating for the unfortunate guy who was scolded, and they were glad that the person being scolded was not them.
"Practice again. If you don't do well again, see how I deal with you!" Lei Ming frowned and roared at the woman next to him.
The woman was about 20 years old, in her prime. She was very tall, a head taller than her peers around her. Her hair was as hard as steel wire, tied up like an iron broom. If If you look carefully, you will find that his eyebrows are very similar to Lei Ming's, almost like Lei Ming when he was young. Apart from the age difference, the only difference between the two is the difference in temperament. Lei Ming stood There, he was not angry but proud, just like a humanoid beast, but this young man had a shrinking look and no momentum at all.
The two people are very similar, but also very different, but somewhat contradictory.
This young man who looks very much like Lei Ming is Lei Ming's only son, and his name is Lei Yong.
People often say that a tiger father has no dog sons, but in fact this is not the case.
The father is a hero, but the son may not be a hero, and may even be mediocre. If the son of an ordinary person is mediocre, it does not matter. After all, there are more mediocre people in the world, but if the son of a hero is mediocre, it is a sin. .
Mediocrity is a sin!
Lei Yong is a good example. Although he is Lei Ming's son, he has not inherited Lei Ming's martial arts talent. His speed is very mediocre. At this age, his martial arts is still mediocre and he is just a third-level heavenly warrior.
In terms of understanding of martial arts moves, he is also quite unsatisfactory. He is very slow to learn any moves and often makes mistakes when using them. It is not the same thing at all.
Because Lei Yong's progress was too slow, Lei Ming often lost his temper with his son, ranging from scolding to beating him severely. However, this did not change Lei Yong, but had the opposite effect, making Lei Yong develop a kind of
A timid and timid character who is submissive and afraid of getting into trouble.
The worse Lei Yong becomes, the more violent Lei Ming beats and scolds him. The more violent Lei Ming beats and scolds him, the more useless Lei Yong becomes. The relationship between father and son formed a vicious cycle.
Today, as usual, the father and son staged another scene of the father beating and scolding his son, and this was in public.
"Don't worry, father, I'm going to do the Panshan Boxing again, and I'll make sure I won't make a mistake again." Lei Yong was sweating, and in front of his father, he regained his posture and performed the Panshan Boxing according to the routine in his memory.
He launched his moves one after another. He struck very seriously, without blinking his eyes, and used ten percent of his strength in every move, but the effect was far from satisfactory.
"Stop! What kind of thing are you doing? This time is not as good as the one just now! Just watch with your eyes wide open to see how I do this Panshan Boxing Technique!" Lei Ming has always been strict with his disciples, and he has always been strict with his own son.
Even worse, he immediately stopped drinking Lei Yong, opened up his posture, and demonstrated the Panshan Boxing Technique to Lei Yong. He thought that he had slowed down his speed and restrained his internal strength, but for Lei Yong,
, his movements were still too fast. After a set of boxing techniques, Lei Yong was unable to see several movements clearly.
Lei Yong clearly didn't see it clearly, but he didn't dare to tell his father. It was really hard for him to say anything.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!" Lei Ming finished the last few moves of Panshan Fist with great enthusiasm, stopped his work, took a step back and said, "Come and practice again. If you can't practice well this time, get out of this martial arts practice."
Field, don’t embarrass me here!”
"As ordered." Lei Yong swallowed, his face became extremely ugly, he took a deep breath, and performed the Panshan Boxing technique again in front of Lei Ming. In order to prevent mistakes, he deliberately slowed down a little.
But it still failed to satisfy Lei Ming.
"It's useless. It's just like an elm head. You can't learn it after learning it so many times!" Lei Ming suddenly shouted and interrupted Lei Yong again. In anger, he even raised his palm,
He swung hard at the back of Lei Yong's head.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound, and Lei Yong was sent flying more than two feet away by the slap, and fell heavily to the ground. His eyes darkened, and he almost fainted. There was a buzzing in the back of his head, mixed with a heart-wrenching sound.
of severe pain.
"Useless trash! Get out of this martial arts training ground, don't get in the way here!" Lei Ming shouted loudly, strode up to Lei Yong, grabbed him, and threw him outside the martial arts training ground.
Lei Yong, who was already injured, fell heavily again, this time even harder than before. He was lying on the ground, obviously unable to move, but he still struggled to get up, not daring to
Stay on the ground. He knows his father's surname well. If he lies here and doesn't move, he will definitely attract more scolding and he will end up in a worse end.
The thunder seemed to be still roaring, but Lei Yong, whose head was buzzing, could no longer hear clearly, and could only vaguely hear the word "go".
roll.
For most people, this is a seriously insulting word, and few people can bear such insult. But after Lei Yong heard this word, he felt as if he had been granted amnesty, and the heavy burden on his shoulders was lifted.
It's better to get away than to stay here, much better.
Lei Yong endured the severe dizziness in his head and walked forward unsteadily. Even if he didn't look back, he could still feel his father's angry gaze, as well as the looks of sympathy, gloating, or contempt from many of his classmates. These looks
It was like invisible arrows piercing through his body, each one accurately inserted into his heart, causing pain that was no less painful than that of his body.
He has endured this kind of physical and mental pain from childhood to adulthood, and even now he still can't get used to it. This is not something he can get used to.
After stumbling a long way, the dizziness in Lei Yong's head dissipated a lot, and he could barely see the road in front of him clearly.
"Isn't that Lei Yong? Why is he swaying when he walks?"
"I guess I was beaten by Uncle Lei again."
"It's possible. Alas, he is really pitiful. He is clearly not suitable for martial arts training, yet Master Lei is forcing him to do it all day long."
Some mutterings, as low as the buzzing of mosquitoes, came from a distance. The sounds were a bit familiar, but Lei Yong didn't want to look. He knew it must be someone from the same family.
Obviously not suitable for practicing martial arts...Obviously not suitable for practicing martial arts...
This sentence is like the echo of the valley, echoing in Lei Yong's mind, touching his long-buried thoughts. He has known for a long time that he is not suitable for martial arts, and he wishes he could give up martial arts and study literature instead.
Skills, or engaging in other industries. In his opinion, even being a cook or a porter is better than staying in the Taishan sect and suffering the anger. However, he only dared to think about this idea in his heart, but never dared to follow it.
His father said that if he dared to speak, his father would have to skin him off.
"Alas." Lei Yong sighed bitterly and walked towards home with increasingly heavy steps. Even walking home did not mean relief. He still had to continue practicing martial arts and strive to master the Panshan Boxing Technique. Otherwise, he would have to wait for his father.
After returning home, he continued to be beaten and scolded.
"How can I make my father treat me better?"
Lei Yong frowned, thinking hard as he walked. Probably because of the recent death of the Music Manager, his father's temper had become extremely irritable, and he was being beaten and scolded more and more. He really couldn't stand it.
However, changing Lei Ming's attitude is not an easy task. Growing up, Lei Ming rarely had a good look towards Lei Yong. If you want to make Lei Ming look pleasant, unless Lei Yong improves his martial arts or does something
Only these two things can make Lei Ming happy.
I remember that when Lei Yong was twenty years old, he once fought off two bandits who were trying to rob him on the road. Lei Ming was also watching at the time, and afterward he gave him a rare compliment and his attitude towards him improved.
A lot, but it didn't take long before he returned to his old ways.
Lei Yong's foundation is here. Unless he eats a spiritual fruit like the White Jade Fruit, he can't expect his cultivation to improve by leaps and bounds. In this case, he can only think of ways to do chivalry, even if he kills a few people.
A gangster, or catching a thief, can also make his father happy.
If you want to be a chivalrous person, you definitely can't stay in the Taishan sect. You can only go out and make a living.
"Well, I'll say goodbye to my father tonight and try my luck outside to see if I can do something nicer. Even if I don't have that chance, I can avoid it for a while so as not to make my father angry again." Lei Yong
Shaking his head helplessly, he secretly made a decision. (To be continued.)
