Hu Huan knocked off the tire and almost "killed" instructor Luo Sihai with a punch. His chest felt slightly hot, and the mysterious conch lit up. The faint golden thread was hidden under his clothes, and no one else could see it.
Under the stimulation of the mysterious conch, Hu Huan's mind suddenly cleared up. He turned his head and looked around, and cursed: "Instructor Luo, are you going to die a good death?"
"See what they did to me?"
"I'm just a junior high school student."
"You let dozens of people beat me, do you still have any humanity at all?"
"I wish your whole family is safe..."
Everyone, including the seventh squad leader, breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Hu Huan curse. What they were most afraid of was that the awakened ones would go berserk. If Hu Huan wakes up, it means everything is fine.
Luo Sihai was scolded bloody, but he showed a relaxed smile, walked over and patted Hu Huan on the shoulder, and said: "You probably don't know that joining the Qianlong Army actually comes with a subsidy."
Hu Huan was stunned for a moment and asked casually: "How much does it cost per month?"
"As a private soldier, you have a monthly allowance of twenty-six yuan."
Hu Huan thought about it for a while. After all, he was only a junior high school student. He automatically converted it into pocket money in his mind instead of a normal salary, which he thought was pretty good.
The seventh squad leader came over and asked curiously: "Who did you learn your boxing skills from? There is something wrong with your training!"
Hu Huan's face turned red and he whispered: "It's a family tradition, but the elders in the family don't practice anymore, so I can only guess blindly."
The seventh squad leader chuckled and said to Luo Sihai: "I like this kid, leave him to me!"
Luo Sihai said: "Lu Yunyun volunteered and became his instructor."
The seventh squad leader said nonchalantly: "I don't want to refer to him as a teacher. I just like this kid and plan to teach him some boxing techniques."
Luo Sihai hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Be careful!"
The seventh squad leader nodded. They all knew that the Awakened were actually very unstable. Hu Huan almost went berserk just now. If Hu Huan hadn't woken up quickly, they would have used an anesthetic gun. That thing was specially prepared for the Awakened.
The dosage is elephant-level.
One shot, and the sequelae will be very serious.
Hu Huan couldn't help but groan. Every part of his body was injured. The slightest movement would cause excruciating pain.
The seventh squad leader smiled and said, "Be patient, I'll help you rejuvenate your blood!"
Hu Huangang wanted to ask, what is blood circulation?
There was a pair of palms, like red-hot irons, pressing on his shoulders. Although the palms were hot, the pain in the area where they were pressed immediately eased a lot.
He remained obediently and allowed the seventh squad leader to do whatever he wanted.
The seventh squad leader gave Hu Huan a whole body of blood, and he was sweating profusely.
Hu Huan stretched his muscles a little. Although his whole body still hurt, he felt much better than before. He said thank you to the seventh squad leader.
Luo Sihai had been watching from the side. He was very worried about Hu Huan going berserk. Seeing that he was really fine at this time, he said to the other soldiers: "Let's all disperse!"
The dark-faced Lao Zhang smiled and said: "If Lao Xiao hadn't taken the job, I would also like to point out this kid's martial arts."
He shouted: "Let's go, go back to bed, we have to train tomorrow."
Luo Sihai swayed and suddenly disappeared. He left without saying a word. The other soldiers also left one after another. After a while, only Hu Huan and the seventh squad leader were left on the playground.
The seventh squad leader laughed and said: "Xiao Jianseng! The seventh squad leader, a second-level sergeant major! My ancestor was born in Southern Shaolin, and it is said that Arhat practiced Kung Fu in his family."
"You can practice martial arts with me these days."
"There is something very wrong with your boxing skills. You probably don't have anyone who understands to give you guidance. Although as an awakened person, you are naturally stronger than ordinary people, but having one more skill will go a long way in saving your life."
Hu Huan did not resist learning martial arts from the seventh squad leader. He threw himself with all his strength and easily defused the fight, which left a deep impression on the seventh squad leader.
He agreed immediately: "I am willing to learn martial arts from you."
Xiao Jianseng patted Hu Huan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are tired today, go back to sleep! Tomorrow morning, I will feed you a small meal alone."
Hu Huan was really busy this day.
I trained in the morning, studied cultural classes in the afternoon, and was called out to perform a ceremony in the evening, and then received another beating.
He grinned and nodded, walking towards the dormitory.
Xiao Jianseng, the seventh squad leader, looked at his back, sighed quietly, and whispered to himself: "I'm about to retire! I want to leave a foundation for the military camp and pass on the boxing skills."
He turned around and walked towards his dormitory, his body as straight as a gun, but under the setting sun, the shadow felt indescribably lonely.
Hu Huan returned to his dormitory and fell asleep. Little did he know that at this moment, at least ten phone calls related to him were made from this city to the capital.
Early the next morning, Hu Huan was called out by Xiao Jianseng and taken to another part of the compound, a very remote place.
Hu Huan was very curious as to what boxing techniques Xiao Jianseng would teach him.
Xiao Jianseng took off his military uniform, casually put it on the basketball stand nearby, and said with a smile: "Several researchers from Kunlun believe that the various magical legends in ancient boxing may not be fabricated by the ancients. Ordinary people can't practice it.
Those who are awakened to the physical body are born with amazing physiques and can be called martial arts wizards, but they may not be able to practice it."
"It's just that our Hidden Dragon Army has more than 10,000 people. Counting those who are natural and those who have been trained, our bodies have only appeared to the awakened ones for a few dozen times. They are all treasures of all major armies, and no one is willing to lend them to Kunlun."
"The few researchers who proposed this theory have no way to verify it."
"Let's not talk about this for now."
"I'll teach you the family's boxing rules first."
"Look at how your boxing practice is different from ordinary people like us."
Hu Huan followed Xiao Jianseng, assuming various postures and matching his breathing. He only practiced for seven or eight minutes before he was so tired that he stuck out his tongue. The physical exertion was even worse than yesterday's morning training.
He pointed to the sky with one hand, wrapped his hand around his thigh, pinched his toes, and breathed with three long and one short breathing methods. After holding on for a while, he couldn't help shouting: "Brother Xiao! Does this posture really work?"
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Xiao Jianseng laughed and said: "Arhat Heng's practice is divided into seven major sets, including internal training, boxing, fighting methods and equipment. It is a complete set of boxing techniques."
"What I taught you is called brocade!"
"It is the most essential internal training technique of Luo Han Heng's practice."
"There is a formula in the ancestral genealogy that says: Heavenly insects make cocoons into colorful clothes, and every inch of gold spits out mysterious gangsters!"
"Cun Jin and Cun Jin are homophones for "Cun Jin and Cun Jin"! It is said that after practicing this set of ten brocades to perfection, the fist strength can be spit out ten inches in the air, hurting people invisible."
Hu Huan couldn't help but ask: "Can you really practice such a magical boxing technique?"
Xiao Jianseng laughed again and replied: "Don't say that you can spit out ten inches of strength in the air. Even if you spit out strength in the air for half an inch, none of our ancestors have ever mastered it."