Chapter 8

"Martial arts cultivation? Good!" Zheng ZiNuo obviously perked up when he heard the four words of martial arts cultivation. He still remembered that his father would play a long set of boxing every morning and evening. The boxing looked very vigorous. He knew it was very powerful. He knew that it was martial arts cultivation, which was a unique skill with strong attack power.

After receiving the task, Zheng ZiNuo happily returned to his room to sleep.

Seeing Zheng ZiNuo leaving, Zheng Zizhou shook his head and said to himself: "I hope my brother can't stand the intensity of exercise and give up. He doesn't have a talent of more than three levels and can't reach the first level of innate soul power. He can't practice any martial arts. Without the foundation of martial arts, he can't call the potential soul power for his own use. In this way, he can't bear the high-intensity cultivation behind, let alone become a qualified martial artist."

In the early morning of the next day, it was late in March. At this time, the sky was still a little dark. A thin child wearing a white cotton padded jacket looked like a child of seven or eight years old. He was running around a small mound in the face of some biting cold wind.

The child's expression was firm, his eyes were persistent, a pair of small frozen red hands clenched their fists, quickly moved their legs, gasped heavily, and formed a white fog in front of him. Although the biting cold wind from the outside made his pink face very painful, he didn't mean to shrink back at all.

"I finally ran a lap." the child was Zheng ZiNuo who received his brother's task. He got up at dawn and quietly came to a small mound not far in front of the house. He ran and started according to Zheng Zizhou's instructions. The first lap was only about 150 meters, but it took less than half an hourglass for Zheng ZiNuo, who was only eight years old.

After a lap, Zheng ZiNuo didn't stop and continued to run, but the speed was obviously much slower.

"The second lap. Huhuhuhuhu..." he breathed the cool air of the outside world. Although the stimulation of the cool air cleared his mind a lot, it made his nose and throat tingle like fire. His chest was slowly suffocated and his breathing became heavier and heavier. However, he spent half an hourglass in the second lap.

After the second lap, Zheng ZiNuo's pace was obviously much slower. Although he was running now, he was not much faster than walking. He staggered forward step by step.

"The third lap is finally finished." Zheng ZiNuo showed a smile on his frozen red face. Although he was young, he also knew that he could not eat a big fat man in one bite. Everything should be gradual. His goal today is to make five laps and try his best to run down five laps. Even if he has completed today's task, now three laps have passed, there are still two laps left, and victory is in sight.

On the third lap, he spent more than half an hourglass, but he still didn't stop. At this time, he took off his thick white cotton padded jacket and threw it on the small mound. Inside, he was wearing a yellow vest, sweating heavily, his throat seemed to be on fire, and it was hard to explode in his chest, but he still didn't give up and continued to stagger 。

"The fourth lap is finally here." Zheng ZiNuo was a little dizzy and flighty at this time, as if he could fall at any time, but somehow, there was always a firm belief supporting him, so that his young body didn't fall to the ground.

At this time, his speed is getting slower and slower than usual. After four laps, Zheng ZiNuo has run more than 600 meters without stopping. For an eight year old child who has never exercised, only knows to eat, play, sleep and play in his parents' arms, this distance is not easy.

The last lap, only the last lap left, this is Zheng ZiNuo's only idea at this time. Although the weather in March is still very cold, Zheng ZiNuo is like stepping into the heat. The whole person is like a flood. The little vest is also taken off, and only the last thin shirt is left. His whole body has been soaked with sweat, emitting a trace in the cold weather White fog.

It can be seen that Zheng ZiNuo has reached the first limit of his life at this time. His mind is like paste, his eyes are blurred, his breathing is difficult, and his feet are like lead, so he can't move any more.

"Dong..." a fetter, Zheng ZiNuo fell heavily to the ground. Because he was too strong, his hands didn't have time to support the ground, so he fell straight to the ground. Fortunately, there was only soft soil around the small mound, and there were no hard stones, otherwise he would fall down.

"ZiNuo..." Zheng Zizhou, who had been quietly watching his brother running in the distance, saw Zheng ZiNuo fall to the ground. His pupils contracted for a while, and he was shocked and ran towards the small mound.

"Don't come here." just as Zheng Zizhou was about to rush to pick up Xiao Nuo, Zheng ZiNuo drank hard and said, "I... I can get up myself and have half a circle. I can do it!"

Zheng Zizhou was stunned for a long time by his firm words and indomitable character. Is this still my brother who knows to eat, play, sleep and complain in front of his parents?