"I'll go!" A little man on the side quickly rushed into the back room and quickly took out a wooden grid. There were many small grids inside, and different snacks were placed in each grid.
Chicken feet, melon seeds, grapes, chestnuts, wheat sugar, etc., at this time of year, in this kind of environment, you can actually eat these good things.
It can be seen that Old Man Zheng’s life is not an ordinary one.
He picked up a chicken foot and nibbled on the heart.
"A bit salty."
"Okay, let me explain this in detail and the reason."
He slowly put down the chicken feet and licked his lips.
"The reason, this..."
He looked at the circle of people around him who were eagerly waiting for him to speak.
"What? You don't want to practice any more? Can you gain strength just by listening to bragging? Everyone can do it, right?!"
"Go, go, go! Keep going! Work hard day and night, and you won't regret it when you use it!"
He picked up a wicker stick behind the chair and pulled it towards several people.
The willow sticks crackled loudly, causing the men in the circle to grin and disperse.
Only Wei He was left.
"Okay, now, let's continue. Where did we talk about just now?" Old Man Zheng scratched his hair.
"Speaking of the differences between us and ordinary people." Wei He quickly continued.
"Well, yes, it's right here." The old man said slowly, making people want to slap him.
He took a long breath and let it out slowly.
"We who practice martial arts, why do we practice? Isn't it just to be able to beat others?"
"Yes." Wei He nodded. He was also very curious at this time, whether the martial arts in this world were still what they were in his previous life.
In the previous life, Chinese martial arts continued to weaken because they could not keep up with the times, and were easily defeated by a group of Sanda practitioners.
The army was defeated.
Wei He doesn't believe that Chinese martial arts cannot be fought from ancient times to the present. After all, there are endless masters emerging from all dynasties and generations. Among the more than one billion people in Nuo University, there are always some who study hard and practice hard. It is impossible for all of them to be rubbish.
Why I still can't beat Sanda? The most likely possibility is that I am stuck in my ways and lack actual combat.
So he is also very curious about what martial arts in this world are like.
Old Man Zheng hesitated for a long time, and finally stopped trying to be pretentious.
"The purpose of martial arts training is to defeat others. If we can defeat others, our goal of martial arts training will be achieved.
Therefore, martial arts is the practice of using various methods to defeat others and kill others."
he concluded.
"I don't know what other people think, but this is the foundation of my Huishan Quan."
Old Man Zheng touched his beard: "The most fundamental thing about beating others is who is stronger, who is faster, who can hit more accurately, and who can resist better!"
"Master, great insights! Only a veteran master like you, master, can come up with this kind of insights." Wei He quickly praised.
Old Man Zheng smiled and said, "The reason is very simple, but how do you make yourself stronger, faster, more accurate, and more resistant? This is what you get through practice.
This is the purpose of our martial arts training. But..."
His voice changed.
"One cannot cover everything." It is said that old man Zheng was a scholar when he was young, and his speech was different from others.
He sighed.
"Human energy is extremely limited, and talents cannot be taken into account. Therefore, being able to practice one direction to the best is already very good."
He looked at Wei He.
"What I practice in Huishan Quan is my hands and fists."
"Rich people can use good gloves to enhance fist attack and protection. But you don't have money." Old Man Zheng said lazily.
"So, practice. Make your fists stronger and stronger, and you will be able to hit people better."
He stood up and pointed at a tall man with a dull face.
"Zhao Hong, you are responsible for taking care of your junior brother. Let him practice his strength first."
"Oh..." The man responded honestly.
Wei He looked at the man, compared his body shape with that of others around him, and felt that Zhao Hong might be quite strong.
"Junior brother, my name is Zhao Hong, and I am the senior brother. I will teach you how to practice strength first. However, this requires eating meat to practice strength. You have to find a way to make up for the food first."
"I understand!" Wei He nodded seriously. "By the way, senior brother, I don't know, have you ever heard of an internal training master?"
"Internal training? What internal training? I don't know." Zhao Hong shook his head and could see that this person had an honest and honest personality.
He is tall, muscular, and obedient. He is probably someone who is often bossed around in this yard.
"As soon as you came here today, you should practice lifting stones with me."
"Lift the stone?" Wei He felt a bit cheated. He paid so much money and was just being dragged to lift the stone?
"Yes, but this lift also requires skills. When you lift it, you have to do it slowly and slowly. At the same time, I have a little Huishanquan technique here, you have to remember it."
Zhao Hong carefully led Wei He to a corner where large and small stones were piled up.
"This method is to have a body like a floating willow, as light as the wind, with both feet rooted to the ground and strong enough to move." Zhao Hong recited a jingle.
"..." Wei He was speechless. This formula seemed a little different from what he imagined.
"Practice first and see." Zhao Hong took a stone, which was about the same width as his own body, and then held it in the middle of his arm and moved it up and down. A large stone weighing at least a hundred kilograms went up and down easily in his hand.
Softly floating.
But although his upper body was moving, his feet were fixed in place as if they had taken root.
Wei He seemed to understand somewhat.
"Is this strength training?" he asked.
"This is just to find a stone that suits you." Zhao Hong explained, "This is strength training, followed by moves, skin grinding, then footwork, and finally actual combat. You have to practice your energy and blood before and after.
It's thick, and it doesn't hurt to break the wooden stake with your fists, so it's almost time to move on to the next step."
"Senior Brother, is there any sign of how strong Qi and Blood is? How can I judge the level of Qi and Blood?" Wei He asked carefully.
"My Huishan Quan has several levels, namely cowhide, stone skin, and iron skin. It refers to the effect that the hardness of your fist can achieve. You can try it yourself later. As long as it reaches the level of cowhide, your energy and blood will be enough.
." Zhao Hong introduced.
"Understood." Wei He nodded, "So when can we start?"
"You can do it now." Zhao Hong said without any carelessness.
Without saying anything, Wei He stepped forward and picked a stone with the help of Zhao Hong.
After practicing all afternoon, he soon felt sore and weak all over his body, but a magical moment appeared.
In addition to teaching Huishan Quan, Old Man Zheng also provides a special medicinal soup called Xiaowan Tang.
Anyone who pays can get it, one bowl a day.
Zhao Hong brought him a bowl. After drinking it, Wei He felt no pain at all the next morning.
He suddenly understood that although this world seemed similar to his previous life, it must have its own uniqueness in the details.
This time, Old Man Zheng from Shan Quan can make a living by teaching people. He has such a great reputation and charges such high prices. He must be something special.
After all, this year's tuition is equivalent to the entire annual expenses of a family of three.
Nowadays, the world is not good, money is not as valuable as before, and prices are soaring, but this old man is still living a very comfortable life, which shows his ability to make money.
From that day on, Wei He practiced hard with Zhao Hong every day, and took one day off every three days. During this holiday, he continued to do homework for the young masters and ladies, and secretly learned to read.
While making money and spending money at the same time, I actually still have a balance going back and forth.
The second sister, Wei Ying, simply lived in a house near Old Man Zheng.
The house was owned by Old Man Zheng, and since he didn't need any wages, he let Wei Ying live there for free.
Although it's a bit broken, it's better than being harassed by Chen Biao and the others.
Everything was settled for the time being, so Wei He concentrated on practicing hard.
He doesn't have the strength to deal with Chen Biao and the other three in a short time, but it doesn't matter.
There is ample time.
The days passed day by day.
Wei He also started practicing hard day by day. Every day before dawn, he would get up and stretch his muscles.
Although Old Man Zheng also provided meals, he still prepared extra meatloaf for himself to have a snack after exercising.
In order to ensure a large amount of daily physical growth needs, at the same time, additional nutrients must be provided to the Breaking Realm Pearl.
A lot of money was spent, and as time went by, Wei He's body and bones became stronger and stronger.
The Broken Realm Bead on his chest also gradually turned black in color. However, it still did not reach the pure black color that can be used.
Seeing that he had settled down in Zheng's courtyard, Chen Biao and the other three restrained themselves a little.
But every time I met him and his second sister going home, I could always see Chen Biao's sneaky and malicious eyes.
In the blink of an eye, more than three months have passed.
call....
Before dawn.
Wei He hugged a big stone with both hands, mobilized all his strength, and moved it back and forth and up and down.
Around him, there were other men from Huishanquan, working together to build up their strength.
After the senior brother corrected his posture and key points for a period of time, he stopped caring and turned to teach another newcomer.
Wei He practices strength training every day. Although it is boring, he feels quite relieved to feel that he is getting stronger day by day.
"Junior brother Xiaohe, how are you today? Can you weigh a hundred pounds?"
In the empty space on the right, the third senior brother Cheng Shaojiu took off his outer robe, revealing his shorts underneath.
Then he picked up a stone from the corner and started to warm up.
In the past few months, he and Wei He had become closer.
At first, he took the initiative to get closer to this junior brother because of the idea of the second sister Wei He.
However, after getting in touch with him later, I discovered that Wei He was a man of few words on the surface, but he was tough and committed, and he had many extraordinary insights.
As time went by, Cheng Shaoji became interested in making friends with Wei He.
And Wei He didn't have any ill feelings towards this third senior brother who had a somewhat out-of-touch personality.
The two of them became friends and got closer.
"One hundred pounds is still not enough, my training time is still too short." Wei He shook his head, gently put down the seventy pounds of stone in his hand, and moved his joints.
"No hurry, no rush, there will be a concert in the afternoon in a town in the south of the city. I heard that the people coming this time are Pipa masters. They must have extraordinary skills. I plan to go and listen to it, will you come with me?"
Cheng Shaojiu's attitude towards Wei He was different from others. This guy liked to be arty and he quickly recognized Wei He, who was literate and had extraordinary insights, as one of his own.
So whenever there is such an event, he will be notified as soon as possible.
Although Wei He has never been there once, the reason why he enjoys it is probably more of a light show off.
After all, in this day and age, those who can still listen to music are not poor people.
"No, Third Brother, I asked you to help me inquire about something. Is there any news?" Wei He took a rest, picked up a stone again, and continued practicing.