Lingfeng wore a robe full of patches, pushed open the dilapidated bamboo door, and walked out of the thatched house.
This is a barren mountain, sparsely populated, surrounded by grass, and a narrow road has been trampled on, extending towards Lingwu Academy.
"This useless body is too weak."
After Ling Feng walked a few steps, he was out of breath, his chest heaved violently, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart.
He frowned and said, "It's quite troublesome. I'm afraid I have to learn to walk first."
He straightened his robes and walked towards the barren mountain. His body was like firewood, swaying in the wind, as if it would be blown away at any time.
"Huhu"
Ling Feng faced the cold autumn wind and walked forward step by step. After only walking thirty feet, he was sweating all over and wet his old robe.
"If you want to turn waste into treasure, you have to go through inhuman training!"
He clenched his teeth and staggered forward. Every step he took was like a workout of flesh and blood, and his whole body was shaken.
However, he always insisted that this was just the first step. He wanted to refine his body and enter the Tao, but with this waste body, it was too far away.
"Fifty feet..."
"Eighty feet..."
"One hundred feet..."
Ling Feng panted heavily, clenched his fists, and staggered as if moving, cold sweat dripping down his face.
The barren mountains stretched for seven miles, and the grass was withered and yellow. Lingfeng set out from the thatched house and walked along the barren mountains for a full circle until he returned to the thatched house in the evening.
At this moment, he was soaked to the skin and cold sweat was slowly dripping down. His body was swaying and his energy was exhausted. He staggered and fell to the ground.
That sallow little face also showed a sickly pale color.
"Seven miles is the limit!" Ling Feng said happily.
The sun was setting in the west, and the setting sun fell on the barren mountains and fell on Ling Qing, who was trotting back.
She was all wet, holding two small fish in her hands, about the size of a palm, and ran back jumping.
"Xiao Feng, you have just recovered from a serious illness. Why did you run out all wet?"
There was a trace of anger on Ling Qing's thin face, and she drove Ling Feng into the thatched house without saying a word and asked him to change into a robe.
"Tonight, we'll have grilled fish."
She chuckled and raised the grilled fish in her hand.
"Sister, would you like to change into a robe too?"
Looking at Ling Qing's wet gray clothes, her heart felt like needles pricking her heart. In such a cold autumn, Ling Qing actually jumped into the river, all because of him.
"Sister, it's not cold!"
Ling Qing smiled sweetly, walked out of the thatched house, closed the bamboo door, skillfully chopped firewood, lit a fire, washed and skinned the two small fish, and put them on the fire for barbecue.
Not long after, the fragrance of fish meat came out, making both Ling Feng and Ling Qing salivate.
According to the memory of young Ling Feng, even grilled fish like this is a luxury for them, especially in autumn and winter, when the river water is cold and it is difficult to enter the water.
"Sister, go and change into a robe quickly!"
Ling Feng's eyes were wet, and he forcefully pulled Ling Qing into the thatched house and walked out alone.
This night was the sweetest and most delicious meal that Wu Sheng Lingfeng had after his rebirth. It was plain water porridge, supplemented by grilled fish, sprinkled with a few condiments, and the fragrance was overflowing.
Ling Qing's cooking skills were excellent, and the grilled fish was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, making Ling Feng swallow it with his tongue.
There was ventilation all around the thatched house, and a bamboo bed creaked and swayed. Ling Qing slept particularly soundly, and her petite body, like an octopus, hugged Ling Feng tightly, for fear that he would freeze.
The next day, Ling Qing got up, cooked a small pot of water porridge, drank a bowl of water, left all the millet in the pot, and then skipped towards Lingwu Academy.
"Silly girl!"
Ling Feng got up and looked much better. Looking at Ling Qing who was as cheerful as a bird, he felt pity and heartache, which strengthened his belief.
"Huhu"
After finishing the clear water porridge in two or three gulps, Ling Feng walked along the thatched house, still breathing heavily in his chest and staggering every step.
But it was obvious that he was much better than yesterday. It was noon, and he had walked around the barren mountain, covered in stinky sweat.
"It's not the limit yet!"
Ling Feng murmured something and still walked forward along the thatched house.
One foot, two feet...
Fifty feet, two hundred feet...
In the evening, Ling Feng stopped. After walking for the second time, his whole body was covered in sweat. Water could be squeezed out of his dry hair, which made him smell bad.
That night, Ling Qing came back still wet, her thin body shivering in the autumn wind, and her lips turned white.
"Sister, I have recovered, please don't go fishing."
Ling Feng felt distressed and pushed Ling Qing into the thatched house, letting her dry herself and put on a clean robe.
"Xiao Feng, you have just recovered and you need to replenish your energy and blood."
Ling Qing smiled peacefully, cradled Ling Feng's head, then walked out, washed and peeled the small fish, and skillfully placed it on the fire.
That night, Ling Qing felt cold all over and lay on the bamboo bed, shivering. Ling Feng felt sorry for her and held her tightly in his arms.
"Silly girl, I, Ling Feng, am moved by you!" Ling Feng murmured in his heart.
"Sister, promise me not to go fishing again!"
Ling Feng felt a pain in his heart. He pulled Ling Qing's cold little hand into his arms and said softly: "I'm healed. I don't need Xiaoyu to replenish my blood."
"Xiao Feng, sister is fine."
Ling Qing's teeth chattered and she quietly shrank back, not wanting to make Ling Feng seriously ill again because of her cold body.
"Sister, if you don't obey me, I won't eat the fish you catch in the future."
Ling Feng's heart ached again. He hugged Ling Qing into his arms and used his body to dispel the coldness on Ling Qing's body. He said without hesitation: "Xiao Feng is fine now. Sister, be obedient."
"kindness"
Ling Qing's choking voice came from the thin thatched quilt...
Two days later, Ling Feng recovered from his serious illness, his energy and blood recovered, his face was dark and rosy, and he was able to jog.
"Huchi, wheeze..."
My thin body was jogging along the barren hills, stumbling and stumbling, my chest rising and falling violently, but I still kept on running.
The autumn sun was shining brightly, and his robe soon became soaked and stuck to his body, exuding a faint smell of sweat.
"limit!"
In the evening, hot sweat flowed along the ankles and into the pair of straw sandals, and Ling Feng was already exhausted and his face was pale.
His hair was sticky with sweat, dripping down.
Time was as calm as water, and seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
Seven days later, Ling Feng's figure was still weak, but his energy and blood had become stronger, and he could already run quickly against the autumn wind.
"One circle, two circles..."
He ran in circles along the barren hills, his steps still staggering and stumbling, but his body and bones were no longer so weak.
When the sun set, he had already run ten times along the barren mountain, and all the withered and yellow grass had been trampled to create a path.
At this moment, Ling Feng was exhausted and his physical strength had reached its limit.
"The eleventh lap, breaking through the limit!"
Ling Feng roared into the wind, running forward without stopping, pushing his physical strength to the limit.
However, he was too exhausted, staggering every step and falling to the ground from time to time, but his eyes were extremely determined.
Only with perseverance as hard as iron can one embark on the path of body refining. This path is even more difficult for martial artists and requires a hundred or ten thousand times the effort.
"Boom"
After about an hour, Ling Feng felt his flesh and blood tremble, his steps softened, and he fell to the ground.
On the eleventh lap, he succeeded and exceeded the limit of his physical fitness.
"Xiao Feng, it's time to eat."
Ling Qing looked at the increasingly healthy Ling Feng, with a slight smile on his lips.
However, what Ling Feng didn't notice was that Ling Qing's face became increasingly pale...
Three days later, Ling Feng was able to run with heavy weights.
He tied a mountain rock as big as a basin with a cane and tied it to his body.
The rock weighed about twenty kilograms and weighed heavily on Ling Feng's shoulders, making his steps heavy.
"Dong dong, dong dong..." "Huchi, wheeze..."
The footsteps fell into the grass, making a dull sound. Ling Feng panted violently, and hot sweat rolled down his face.
One lap, two laps...
On this day, Ling Feng still exceeded the limit of his physical ability. He carried a weight of twenty kilograms and ran fifteen laps, leaving footprints of varying depths around the barren mountain.
Time slipped away in such a hurry.
A month later, Ling Feng had already carried a weight of 500 kilograms, and his whole body was covered with large rocks. He was as bloated as a rock giant, with only a pair of bright eyes exposed.
"Forty laps, the limit of physical fitness!"
Ling Feng was breathing heavily in his chest, his steps were as heavy as a mountain, every step was a deep pit, his straw sandals were worn out, and he was running barefoot among the grass.
By the time he completed forty laps, he had collapsed, his whole body was so weak, and his bones were about to be broken by the five hundred kilograms of rocks.
However, he still never stopped, he wanted to break through the limits of flesh and blood.
"Dong dong..."
The entire barren mountain pulsated with his footsteps, and hot sweat trickled down, falling along the rocks and into the barren grass.
"Lap 50!"
Finally, Ling Feng felt his whole body shake, his flesh and blood trembling, and a surge of joy surged out of his bones.
At this moment, he broke through the limits of flesh and blood and physical strength, and his whole body was full of energy.
Although the body is still thin, every inch of flesh and blood is extremely solid, and even the veins are like twigs, with roots protruding.
"boom"
Suddenly, Ling Feng's vision went dark, and he fainted immediately.