"Sister, you misunderstood. I just sent her home, and then some brothers from the gang came to find me. We all gathered together, so we didn't come back last night." Ximen Lang lied casually. For him, weaving lies
It couldn't be easier.
How could the innocent Wen Ziling not believe him when she saw his serious look? She wiped away her unhappiness and said with a smile: "So that's it. Then you should practice your martial arts quickly. It's too late today."
It is really a good thing to practice martial arts with a beautiful woman. At least you won't get bored. Ximen Lang readily agreed, "Okay, I'll go walk the Jiugong Zhuang." He suddenly realized that he didn't see the green robe today.
The figure of the ancestor hurriedly asked: "Senior sister, where is my master?"
"He went out early in the morning, probably to Yunxu Mountain."
Ximen Lang also knew that his master had the habit of wandering around picking up rags, so he didn't take it seriously. He came to the Jiugong pile, jumped onto the wooden pile with a lifelong leap, and set up the horse's stance. The steps taught by his master appeared in his mind.
Flexible mobility…
The day passed quickly. Apart from eating, Ximen Lang spent the whole time in arduous training, walking on nine palace piles and practicing knife throwing skills. As evening approached, he was hit hard by Wen Ziling with a cloth in his hand, causing his whole body to be red, swollen and painful.
Unspeakable.
However, this sixteen-year-old boy gritted his teeth and persisted, thinking to himself that only by practicing hard can one become a master. This is how steel is made!
When it was time for dinner, the green-robed ancestor walked into the yard carrying a bamboo basket on his back.
Ximen Lang and Wen Ziling, who had just finished training, hurriedly came forward to greet them. The former said happily: "Master, are you back?" However, he always felt kind to this ugly master.
The green-robed ancestor was in a state of consciousness at this time, and said with a smile: "I picked some herbs and will make bone soup for you later."
Wen Ziling, who took the bamboo basket, looked surprised and said, "Bone soup... Dad, why did you think of making this for your junior brother? Can he bear it?"
The green-robed ancestor said sternly: "You can become a master only if you endure hardships. Through these two days of observation, I can see that Xiaolang has deep internal skills and a tenacious character. I think he can overcome the torture of this bone soup and speed up his gold training."
The speed of a bell."
Ximenlang asked in confusion: "What is bone soup? Why does it sound so scary?"
Wen Ziling sighed and said: "The bone refining soup is a kind of medicinal soup that speeds up the practice of the golden bell. It is boiled with dozens of highly toxic herbs and arsenic. It is poured into a large vat, and the practitioner beats the red and swollen parts with a cloth.
If your body is completely immersed in the medicinal soup, you will be tortured by this highly toxic soup, and you will be unable to
It is a very shortcut to practicing the Golden Bell Barrier, which is different from entering hell on earth. However, almost no one can endure the inhuman torture of entering the medicinal soup. Of course, except for my father, who was every
I soaked it in the bone soup every day to quickly master the Golden Bell Mask Kungfu."
Ximen Lang said something sinister, and asked hurriedly: "Since this is a highly poisonous medicinal soup, won't you get poisoned if you put it in?"
The green-robed ancestor smiled and said: "Poisoning will not happen. Don't underestimate this bone soup. It was made by a crazy monk in Shaolin Temple after several years of research. Although the dozens of medicinal materials in it are all from dramas,
Poisonous things, but they are mutually restrained and will not poison the person soaked in the soup. However, it is precisely because these medicinal materials will restrain each other.
Therefore, it will cause some violent reactions, making the person soaked in it feel unbearable pain, but it can strengthen the muscles and bones and improve the ability to resist blows. Therefore, this soup is also called hell soup. Of course, the people who refine this medicinal soup
Ninety-nine and eighty-one herbs are indispensable. Otherwise, the toxicity in this soup cannot restrain each other, and anyone who enters it will die of ulcers all over the body."
Ximen Lang trembled and thought to himself, this medicinal soup is so overbearing. If this master who is often confused and often sober gets the wrong medicine, wouldn't I be like a moth rushing to the flame and die!
However, when he thought that he could quickly master the Golden Bell Mask Kung Fu, he gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble. He nodded and said, "I am willing to use bone refining soup to make bones and muscles."
The green-robed ancestor smiled happily and said: "Very good, I read you right. Zi Ling, my father is old and his brain is hard to use. You can make this bone soup for your junior brother and check it while it is brewing."
Let’s take a look at these medicines to see if there are any missing ones. I’m going to eat first, I’m so hungry.” He strode toward the house in rapid strides.
Wen Ziling nodded and said seriously: "I understand." She pursed her lips towards Ximen Lang next to her and said: "Let's go to your house to make this bone soup. You happen to have an unused water tank at home. This
It will come in handy again."
"But I haven't eaten yet?" Ximen Lang said reluctantly. After practicing Kungfu for a day, he was already tired and hungry.
Wen Ziling chuckled and said angrily: "You are a pig, so you know how to eat."
Ximen Lang retorted: "You have to practice kung fu, but you also have to eat, right?"
"To tell you the truth, you should not eat before entering the bone soup."
Ximen Lang asked with some confusion: "Why?"
"Because as soon as you enter this hellish medicinal soup, your body will react violently. Therefore, basically whatever you eat will be vomited out. Then why are you still eating? It's so troublesome."
Ximen Lang said in surprise: "So powerful?"
"Of course, otherwise why would it be called hell soup? Once you enter, you will know what hell on earth is."
Ximenlang asked in confusion: "You have never been soaked in this medicinal soup, how do you know so clearly?"
Wen Ziling tilted her head and said, "Have you ever eaten fat pork, or seen a fat pig running away? My father practiced Golden Bell Kung Fu with the help of this bone soup, of course he took it as my word."
Ximen Lang laughed and said: "Sister, you actually compared your father to a fat pig... Hahaha..."
Wen Ziling blushed and said angrily: "How can I?"
"You just said it yourself. You haven't eaten fat pork and haven't seen a fat pig running. Then you brought it up on the master. You clearly said that the master is a fat pig." Ximen Lang said with a happy smile.
Wen Ziling's face was covered with a blush and she spat: "Fuck you, I didn't."
"Why not? It's obviously you who said it." Ximen Lang deliberately angered her. Sometimes, beautiful girls look very good when they are angry.
Wen Ziling pouted and said, "Humph, I'll ignore you."
"Oh, I'm really angry. Besides, I'm joking with you." Ximen Lang raised his hands and put them on his face to make faces, making an ugly look to tease her, "Smile, senior sister, don't be angry.