Martial Arts Master

When the Tiangao City group came out of the locker room and met up with the Xiushan trial team, Jiang Shuiyan and Huang Bing couldn't help but carefully identify them, trying to search for that familiar figure. Unfortunately, they failed to do so, leaving only regrets. .

After recognizing Lou Cheng, they remembered some forgotten details. For example, during the provincial youth competition, Lou Cheng participated on behalf of the "Gushan Martial Arts School", and the place they were currently in was the Gushan Martial Arts School!

No wonder I met him!

——After the youth competition, the warriors mostly watch Lou Cheng’s battle videos over and over again. Except for a few who have become fans, no one will watch the video again and again that is related to the competition, but for less important things, Ling The speed at which long-lived animals forget is astonishing.

Of course, if Xiushan had directly mentioned the words "Gushan Martial Arts School" when the schedule for the exchange competition was first determined, it would not be difficult for Jiang Shuiyan and others to discover and make some connections. However, it was only after they arrived in the city that they were led to At this point, some of the players didn't even see the signboard of the martial arts hall clearly. As for the warriors who recognized the four words, they were more focused on the upcoming competition, and the content was almost passed by in a flash, and they only said casually. He said: "Oh, Gushan Martial Arts School..."

Seeing that Lou Cheng did not show up, Jiang Shuiyan was a little disappointed, but when she glanced over, she found that Monk Wen Guang was holding a mobile phone and poking and drawing with his index finger, which seemed very difficult.

For some reason, she always felt that the scene of the monk holding a modern technological product was very inconsistent, so she turned her head and smiled and said, "Master, do you want to help?"

I am the best at teaching the elderly to use mobile phones!

The moment Jiang Shuiyan turned her head, Monk Wen Guang pressed his finger to lock the screen, and then he laughed and said: "Donor Jiang is interested, the poor monk is just writing an email, there is nothing I need help with."

Oh, you all know how to write emails on your mobile phone! Jiang Shuiyan chuckled secretly and praised sincerely:

"Master, you really follow the trend of the times."

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?" Monk Wen Guang clasped his hands together and replied with a smile.

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"Who!" "Who!" "Who!"

In the strength room dedicated to inner disciples, deep ancient sounds continued to echo, as if there was a subtle and mysterious feeling that penetrated the world.

There was an empty thermos cup placed behind Lou Cheng. He stood calmly, holding a mercury-contained shot ball in his hands, letting it jump and fall gently, slowly rolling out a rhythm, applying external force and subtle sensations, and cooperating with the body and spiritual polishing and nourishing.

This is the "Zhe" character practice method created by "Yihou" Fei Dan. Lou Cheng carried it forward and used it not only here, but also when practicing the Dan Realm of "Ice Part" and "Fire Part", while visualizing " The pictures of the frozen rivers, the pictures of the frozen ground, the pictures of a prairie fire and the pictures of melting all also involve one or two, combined parts.

As he exercised again and again, wonderful changes took place in the semi-enclosed strength room. On the one hand, the temperature rose, with scorching heat hidden inside, and on the other hand, the cool breeze blew. The surface of the metal equipment felt colder and colder. The two entangled each other and formed a vortex. , rotating slowly, maintaining a balance strangely.

After an unknown amount of time, Lou Cheng made a call and ended the internal training.

When he put down the huge shot put and exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest and abdomen, the heat and cold in the weight room immediately became unbalanced and clashed with each other. It actually blew into a strong wind, and there was even a thin mist, which was fleeting!

Lou Cheng bent down and picked up a towel, wiped the sweat on his face, looked a little tired but felt very refreshed, picked up his belongings, and walked out of the room, intending to find a place to practice fists and kicks.

"Brother Lou Cheng!"

As soon as he reached the stairs, he saw his cousin Qi Yunfei's boyfriend Ding Yanbo standing next to him with his hands hanging down, standing very straight.

"You don't have a break at noon?" Lou Cheng asked with a smile.

Ding Yanbo said with excitement and joy: "We only practice in the morning."

So I’m waiting here!

"I heard from Feifei that you got the certificate for the ninth grade amateur?" Lou Cheng put one hand in his pocket and asked casually.

After that girl Qi Yunfei studied in Xiushan No. 1 Middle School, she was like a husky that had broken free of its chain. She only went home once a month. She usually either led her roommates and classmates to play around, or went out with her boyfriend.

Fortunately, the midterm exam gave her a blow, and she calmed down and started studying seriously.

"Yes, yes, it didn't take long." Ding Yanbo replied cautiously, but the joy and pride in his heart were revealed in the corners of his brows and eyes.

"That's right. I've only been practicing martial arts for half a year, and my body hasn't fully developed yet. To be able to reach the ninth rank of amateur is quite good. I hope to be able to eat this rice." Lou Cheng was not stingy with his praise.

"I heard from Feifei that you only used it for a month?" Ding Yanbo asked curiously with a smile on his face.

"That's right." Lou Cheng had already passed the stage of showing off to children and affirmed, "Practice hard. As long as you work hard, you will have a chance!"

He was implying that if Ding Yanbo could improve to the first-level amateur level and general physical fitness, then the internal training methods he had obtained would not be hidden.

Ding Yanbo had heard Qin Rui mention similar things several times before. After hearing the song, he knew the elegant meaning and immediately replied excitedly:

"Yes, brother Lou Cheng!"

With a slight nod, Lou Cheng didn't say much. He found another venue and replied to Yan Zheke's message first. Then he started to practice his fists and kicks, and the fight was vigorous and vigorous.

Here, he focused on the 13th "Xue Mang" and the 19th "Cold Bite" poses of "Hyobe". They are used ingeniously and have too many changes to explore. It is not a preliminary mastery. Just throw it aside.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lou Cheng felt that his energy was low, so he finished his exercise, took a shower, and put on clean and refreshing clothes.

"After practicing like this, I feel so fulfilled." He "snickered" and sent a message to Yan Zheke.

Yan Zheke was still in the family activity. After a few minutes, he said with "bright eyes": "Our Chengzi works so hard, I'm ashamed!"

"Hey, having a target to chase ahead is very motivating." Lou Cheng said with a "showing arm muscles" expression, "Honestly, the guardian will will give me continuous motivation, but if there are no urgent things or situations, , so you can't do a 'sprint', step by step, step by step, and it doesn't feel very energetic."

Of course, it is more stable and long-lasting.

"Then it's time for me to give you a sense of crisis?" Yan Zheke said, covering her mouth with a smirk, "Actually, I feel sorry for you because you are so tired. Work hard and defeat the Great Demon King Peng Leyun!"

"Yeah!" Lou Cheng stopped making any grandiose remarks and instead chuckled, "The more you stay with me, the more time I will have to rest."

After leaving Gushan Martial Arts School, he visited his grandparents on the way, and then slowly returned home, lying facelessly on the bed, chatting with Yan Zheke, and reading novels. He lived a very relaxed and empty life. Mental fatigue.

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It's dark at night, inside a temple at the foot of Xiushan Mountain.

Monk Wen Guang was turning his rosary with his eyes closed. Suddenly, his waist became stiff and he could not move. He jumped to the entrance of the wing, opened the door, looked at the two people outside and said:

"So fast?"

One of the figures is majestic and tall, with restrained momentum, but it is somewhat intimidating when looking at it. In summer, snakes, insects, rats, and ants would seem to feel the inexplicable evil and retreat.

The big man laughed and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Donor Dong, please." Monk Wen Guang raised his palms.

When Dong Shaoyang entered boldly, Wen Guang turned to look at another person, his expression became respectful and said: "Senior Sinhuo, please."

The visitor has deep eye sockets, a straight nose, gray hair, and fire eyes. He looks middle-aged. He is the "Sin Fire Lord"!

"Sinfire Heavenly Lord" nodded gently and walked silently.

After Wen Guang closed the door, Dong Shaoyang took a few steps and asked with great interest:

"Master, when will we take action?"

"Namo Amitabha, Donor Dong, there is no need to be in such a hurry." Wen Guang replied in surprise.

"I'm quite anxious." Dong Shaoyang said with a broad-minded smile, "Ever since he won the provincial youth championship, I have been unconvinced and wanted to find a chance to compete with him to see who is the most excited. The number one among the young warriors in the province!"

"It's a pity that I can't take action without an order, so I have to endure it. Now I finally have a chance. Master, why don't you ask me to be in a hurry?"

He has a mature face and a heroic posture, and he seems to be in his thirties, but what is revealed in his words is that he may be under twenty-six years old, or even only twenty-two years old!

"But you have to wait for the opportunity." Monk Wen Guang advised.

At this time, the "Sinfire Heavenly Lord" who had been silent until now said in a low voice:

"Don't disturb the place."

"Senior Sinhuo, I know, I know." Dong Shaoyang replied with a smile, turned to look at Wen Guang and said, "The target only has one life-and-death fight experience? Isn't that too little? A warrior who has never seen much blood in the ring is born with Much weaker!"

"This is the purpose of asking Don Don to come." Wen Guang clasped his hands together and smiled slightly.

When Dong Shaoyang heard this, he laughed and said:

"Okay! Then I'll let him experience what it means to be between life and death!"

There is no first in literature, no second in martial arts, and there is no exception for the desire to compete for supremacy!

To make a few digressions, the essential classification of this book is urban. The basic idea is to make daily life interesting and real. The main body is the ring competition, and other battles are embellishments. As for the results, they have been rising, but there are not many explosions and votes. That’s all. So, repeat it again, and compare the above points. I like to look, don’t like to walk, don’t accept pointing fingers, don’t impose your own ideas on me, and don’t need to feel sorry for me.