Chapter 197： Chen Pingan is drinking.

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Chen Ping’s breathing was suddenly a stagnation.

This is an instinct, just like the girl in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink dress meets the childish guild, and even has little to do with the level of the realm. It is purely a powerful repression.

Pure Wufu, probably to some extent, the essence of pure two words is here.

The Emperor Song Changjing used to be in the township department. He did not do anything, and he was able to make Liu Jianqiao, who is a good sword in the realm, feel that the whole body is being needled.

There was a loud noise.

Chen Pinggang just wants to take some action, in case of any accident, the whole person has already flew out, slamming on the wall of the bamboo building, squatting on the ground, struggling twice, can only lean back against the wall root, how can they stand still There is blood oozing out of the corner of the mouth.

One foot in the old man of Chen’s abdomen, arms around his chest, looking down at the miserable sandals and teenagers, sneer: “Thanks to people, dare to distract! Really looking for death!”

Chen Pingan reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth, spit out a suffocating gas, standing on the wall, as if he was an enemy.

The old man said in a light way: "There is only nine martial arts in the world. I don't know that there are great scenery above the nine. You have only touched the threshold of the three realms for the time being. In fact, even the cornerstones of the two worlds are played in general. If the old man does not appear, you In order to pursue the speed of breaking through the world, once you get into the three realms, I am afraid that it will destroy the foundation of the future achievements of the Nine Realms. The martial arts will definitely not allow you to spend a little bit of fancy. You have done a good job before, but it is not enough! Because you are The first place is so bad, it’s done worse!”

Chen Ping's breathing gradually became smoother. In the end, it was a teenager who had not slacked off his body for a while. The foundation played very well. It is necessary to know the "general" in the mouth of the old man. "It is not bad," what a high evaluation. If the secular Wufu of the Zhuhe River can get such an evaluation, I am afraid that it will burst into tears on the spot.

Chen Pingan has not understood these twists and turns, but just trembled: "Teached."

The old man stepped out one step at a time, and the whole bamboo building followed a slight sway. The invisible words of Li Xisheng's paintings on the green bamboo were slightly visible, and there was a glimpse of the unseen sensation, such as the moonlight bottle pouring over the stream. The scene is especially moving.

The old man's mind was moved, but he ignored these foreign objects, and stared at Chen Pingan, and broke the secret: "The mud embryo is to find the innate gas, build the frame of the martial arts, the gas is the pillar, the gas is the high wall! But Before you get it, you have to spread it thoroughly, and all the filth that has accumulated from the day after tomorrow, even the aura of heaven and earth, will be removed! Pure Wufu, what is pure, is pure and pure, to compete with this world! Don't want to learn the gentleman on the mountain, sneaky, and in the end, just do a joke-going dog!"

Chen Pingan heard a little bit of understanding, and deep inside, not all recognized the old man's statement.

The old man’s mouth was tilted up and sneered: “The second place is called the wooden tire environment. I think it’s better to open the mountain. On the mountain, the gods on the fairy hills, Wufu will have to punch this mountain! This is a battlefield. The foundation has been laid, and the future achievements will not lose to the Buddha’s undefeated body, or the Taoist glassless body. My generation of Wufu can also temper the firm and ultimate body. As for the military, hehe, No matter what the class is, the method of taking it is not only a thief but also a shortcut, it is extremely ridiculous!"

The military squad does have a pass-through path. In addition to being able to ask God to go down the mountain, the spirit possesses the body, and can also raise a battlefield hero in the gas house. The spirit is a ghost that is innately strong, dead and not scattered. Once it is successfully blended with the monk, it is itself Body, like the Taoist Danding Furnace, blends with water and fire, belongs to another road, is an extremely powerful method, but in this old man's mouth, the number of soldiers is simply not worth mentioning, the tone is really scary. .

The old man hooked his finger toward Chen Ping. "Come and come, the old man will suppress the realm on the three realms. You will use all your strength and fight in the dead. You can play the old man half a step, even if you win!"

Chen Pingan is hesitant.

He didn't figure out the situation at all, and he appeared inexplicably from the old man. He claimed to be Cui Wei's grandfather. Now he is inexplicably going to fight. Chen Pingan is in a foggy position. With Cui Wei’s current status, he needs his own name, Mr. protection? Moreover, the old man himself said that there is no shortcut to the martial arts, and his talents are poor. Can he go to the height of Cui Wei in this life, Chen Ping will not dare to expect, the old man’s statement, is it not contradictory?

The old man is not pleased: "It’s really boring for you to be so tempted. If you want to fight, how can you, but also the old man kneels down and asks you to punch?"

Chen Ping’s character was barely dead, and he finally showed his defensive posture and remained motionless.

The old man’s eyes are deep and dark and unclear. “The old man only asks you one sentence, do you want to be in the three realms, and is one of the best in the world?!”

Chen Ping nodded and did not hesitate: "Think!"

The old man slightly crossed his head, pointed his finger, pointed to his head, and looked very stunned. "That is going to fight here! Your boy's temper is very bad, but it is not the appetite of the old man, but look at it, give it to you." One chance, if you play a little momentum, I will help you, let you experience the real three-way style."

Chen Pingan slowly said: "Is it really hit? I won't keep my fist!"

The old man laughed and said: "Less nonsense, little girl! How come your family is so timid? You don't have a belt in your pants? You must be a coward?"

Chen Pingan’s anger was born.

People who seem to be kind and soft-hearted must have a hard, iron-like state of mind. In the hardships of life, the seemingly stupid goodwill is supported by death.

This is the case with the mud bottle alley.

Traveling thousands of miles all the way, practicing boxing does not stop day and night.

Chen Pingan stepped forward and broke out in an instant. When he came to the old man, he hit the old man's forehead with a punch in his right hand.

It looks like a punch, but it finally sounds twice.

After a moment, Chen Pingan stepped back a few steps, his arms sagged, and then retired.

After the first fist hit the old man's forehead, the huge rebounding power made Chen Pingan's left arm hurt, but his enthusiasm rushed out at the same time, the more powerful left fist followed, and then squatted The old man’s head.

It’s a pity that after the two punches, the old man did not move, yawning, a boring appearance of a bored look, watching the embarrassment of a teenager not far away, the old man sneered: "Your full strength punch is scratching it? The old man is your wife, Or are you my wife? It’s true that you said that you are a little girl who doesn’t bring a hand. If you are a mother, you have to live alive.”

Chen Ping’s face is gloomy.

"Why, is your mother already dead?"

The old man sighed, pretending to be awkward: "That's better, you will be angry with you."

After the severe pain, Chen Ping’s arms were completely numb and unconscious, but Chen Pingan still hurried forward. This time, he leaped high and twisted his waist. A whip leg slammed on the left side of the old man’s head, except for the dull sound. The old man is still no different. Chen Pingan turned his head in the air, and the second whip leg squatted on the right side of the old man’s head.

This time, after Chen Ping’s landing, his feet were weak, his shoulders were high and low, and his body was stable several times.

The old man looked at the idiot's eyes and stared at the scorpion boy. He asked: "Since the left leg has suffered enough, why does the second right leg have to work harder? You don't know if it hurts?"

Chen Pingan did not speak, his face was white, his shoulders were undulating, and his legs were definitely not light.

The old man nodded. "It seems that this is your bottleneck. It is really disappointing."

Chen Pingan rushed for the third time, taking the six parts of Lushan Boxing forward, although the speed was slower than the previous two, but the momentum did not decrease. The old man glimpsed a little, standing in the same place, waiting quietly and quietly.

Countless times to walk, the spirit of Lushan Boxing has already been integrated into the soul of Chen Ping, even if he is injured in his hands and feet, when he starts to walk, it is still in full swing.

The pale-stricken but determined teenager, after he had finished walking through the boxing pile, tiptoed a little, leaped high, raised his head, and suddenly hammered down and slammed on the forehead of the old man.

The teenager leaned back and fell to the ground, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with helplessness.

"Smart people, will know how difficult it is to retreat, your kid can be far worse. But! Not smart, this is right. If you want to be a pure Wufu, you don't need to be too smart, smart and cleverly wrong. For this old man... ..."

The old man passed a touch of appreciation, step by step, smiled, and said: "Take you a foot!"

A flash of lightning flashed out, the amplitude is very small, just enough to kick the side of the ground on the ground.

Chen Pingan tried his best to lift an arm and block the hot and dangerous foot.

The final arm clung to the skull, and the whole person was hit by a foot on the root of the wall, curled up there, and there was no pain in the whole body.

The old man stood in the same place and looked down at the poor boy. "Your martial arts foundation, I have thoroughly figured it out, it is the appetizer, and then it is really bitter. You go out and say hello, and you are ready for the big bucket recently. The best warming medicine, the best gold sore medicine, of course, it is best to have a coffin, haha, the old man is afraid that you can hang himself if you can't think of it. Yeah, the family reunion under the ground."

Chen Pingan took a full scent of fragrant martial arts, and then he was able to barely get up and limping out of the house. In the corridor outside the house, he saw the girls in Tsing Yi and the pink skirts, and the white fairy who was slightly gloating. Wei Wei saw the embarrassed Chen Ping, and held back and smiled: "I am going to prepare the medicine tank, the medicine plaster, and the like. Don't worry, there is nothing in the Niujiao Mountain. As for the money, I will help you first, when will you have money when you will, and you will not be in a hurry, but your friends will be friends. If you are in business, the interest will still be charged."

Chen Pingan squeezed a smile that was more ugly than crying, nodded, and waited until Wei Wei disappeared, sitting on the corridor and leaning against the wall.

Tsing Yi’s child whispered softly: “Master, do you suffer from hard work?”

Chen Pingan sat on the ground, his body could not help but tremble slightly, bitterly said: "Bitter death."

Chen Ping’s piles in the snow and snow, all the children in Tsing Yi looked in the eyes, and they believed that the two-door martial arts of Chen Ping’s peace, suffering from that suffering, how he could not do it, too tormented, It’s not the kind of arm that cuts off the person, bloody, wow. It's another kind of blunt knife that cuts the flesh, and it's a feeling of drinking a hurricane and eating a knife.

But if Chen Pingan feels bitter, Tsing Yi children can't imagine the torment.

The girl in the pink dress turned her head and choked in silence.

About half an hour later, the old man sitting cross-legged in the house stood up and said: "Chen Ping, start practicing boxing!"

Chen Pingan sighed and pushed the door in. Tsing Yi’s child swallowed and helped to gently close the door. He didn’t even dare to look at the old man’s head.

After the Tsing Yi children closed, they jumped on the railing and sat very awkward.

I think that I have been in the Yujiang River for hundreds of years, and I am a great hero in the whole Huangting country. I am full of enthusiasm, and I am full of friends. Why did I get to the Longquan County, which is a big fart, and I hit the wall everywhere? Grandpa, I have been too lucky recently. Will you go out and urinate in the future, will you accidentally splash the gods, and then give a punch to death?

This is not in line with the expectation that Laozi should kill the Quartet when walking in the rivers and lakes!

Tsing Yi’s child was crying and sullen, his hands slamming the railings and angered him.

The girl in the pink skirt was on the first floor, and together with the mountain **** Wei Wei, helped the fire, and cooked a large tank of the soup, the aroma.

The medicinal material of this large tank is not expensive, and it is converted into silver. It also costs Wei Wei 80,000 large enamel silver.

Poor scholars and scholars, the ancients do not deceive me.

Of course, the vast majority of Wufu in the world will certainly not be as good as Wei Wei, otherwise the strong family will also be short-selling.

In the second floor of the bamboo building, the old man squinted at the young boy with a good spirit. "In addition to helping you completely dissipate the gas, the old man will also temper your body and soul. As long as you persist in the end, the two worlds will break through the three realms, and the water will come into being. If you are good, it is impossible to be in the same situation."

If you are lucky.

After Chen Ping heard this sentence, she felt that there was no such thing as a nail on the board.

The old man smiled: "Today, the old man will pay attention to the strength of each shot, it will not make you feel unbearable at first, but to the last taste, huh, huh, when you realize it."

Chen Pingan has an ominous premonition.

The old man converges on a smile, and the mood suddenly stops, and slowly puts out a fist of a simple vicissitudes. "When the old man is young, he likes to travel far and wide, never carrying a weapon of the gods, and only relying on a pair of fists to hit the mountains and mountains. Zeng Guan Tian Shi 擂 报 春 春 !! It is said that in ancient times, Raytheon drove the gongs and drums, shocked the world, and swayed.

The old man’s face was calm. “After an observation, the old man had some feelings and realized this style, called the gods and drums!”

Chen Pingan listened to the ear and did not dare to miss it.

The reason is very simple, you can't eat it!

The old man sternly said: "The kid is standing still, first eat ten punches!"

There was a crisp sound of cracking firecrackers in the bamboo house.

The endless ten punches, in turn, lie in the ten places of Chen Pingan's body, force the house, making the air machine stir, such as brooms everywhere, dust.

After the boxing, the old man smiled oddly.

Chen Ping, who made the worst plan, was a little surprised at first. He felt that the old man’s punch was not heavy and he could bear it.

Then, for a moment, Chen Pingan blew seven times, and fell to the ground, and began to roll.

Chen Pingan bit his lip and refused to cry.

When practicing boxing, in addition to listening to Zhu He said that in the early days of practicing martial arts, you should not drink alcohol and hurt yourself. I have heard many times that I can’t fall for a while. It’s hard for Chen Ping to know a little bit of boxing and cherish it. Until today, I still insist. unremitting. Even after listening to Lin Shouyi’s understanding of the great blessing in Aliang’s hip flask, Chen Ping’an never regretted anything.

The old man watched the teenager rolling around and smiled and said: "How is it good? The essence of this boxing is that the boxing power can be doubled and accumulated twice, which is known as the golden Luo Jinxian, which you can’t break. The number is enough, the same is broken for you!"

The old man said this, and his look was awkward.

When he was at the peak of the martial arts, he always wanted to know one thing.

If the Taoist Buddha is willing to not fight back, then he will continue to accumulate in this style, and eventually he can support hundreds of punches. ! And can he hand out hundreds of punches? !

The old man quickly returned to God and explained: "Reliably, the old man used the skillful tenth, not hurting his body and only lying on your soul. You bite your teeth, and most of them can smash it."

The teenager rolled a half of the musk on the ground, then sat on the ground and leaned on the breath of the old man, and the luck of the goodness that Aliang taught him. Then he got up slowly and sweated after a scent. It’s like a chicken that has just come ashore.

The old man nodded and smiled: "It seems that ten punches are okay, then you can eat fifteen punches."

After a while, Chen Pingan continued to roll on the ground. This time he hit the root of the wall, so that his head hit the wall without knowing it.

Chen Ping was lying on the ground with two musk, and couldn't sit up, let alone stand up and talk to the old man.

The old man calmly observes the subtle changes in the airpower of the young people and continues to say: "The martial arts martial arts is also the avenue! The martial arts masters always look down on the pure Wufu, only the martial arts and not the martial arts, and believe that martial arts can never reach the height of the 'dao'. The old man does not believe in evil!"

"The old man went to see hundreds of classics, and read a piece of content one day. The book page also depicts a woman who is graceful and graceful. The text says that the woman is a rain teacher, and she is worried about the violation. Tianzhuang, arbitrarily lowered the rain, her golden body was detained on a playing platform, day and night to bear that, the Emperor Shen Shen's edict, there is the 'self-accepted' four words, the old man was filming at the time, big骂 骂 ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !!

"So the old man's fist, named Yun steamed Daze style!"

The old man stood silently beside the young man, stepping on Chen’s abdomen and sneer: “If you can’t get up, you can lie down! The old man can let you know the beauty of this boxing!”

In the peaceful sea of ​​Chen, there was a loud bang, as if ushered in a dramatic upheaval.

At that time, he followed Cui Dongshan from Datun to Huang Tingguo, and went through a large land of water. The fog rose and was very spectacular. From the words of Cui Dongshan's literary genre, he knew the Wei Wei meteorologically called Yunshui Daze. However, the beauty is beautiful, and it has withstood the rapid trampling of the old man, and has experienced the ups and downs brought by this picture in his own body. It is really a veritable "desire to die", and the old man stepped on the foot of Chen Ping’s seat in the next Dantian. The sea, skyrocketing, Chen Pingan feels the liver and intestines, the next moment is to spit out all the internal organs.

Every time the water vapor rises in the body, Chen Pingan is like being picked up by the person once, the body bounces from the ground, and then falls to the ground, so repeatedly.

In the end, the old man seems to think that the boy who is bouncing is very unsightly, and he is stepping on it. "Give me!"

Chen Pingan was trampled on the ground by the foot. The teenager was convulsed on his limbs, his face was stunned, his eyes were muddy.

I saw Chen Ping's whole body up and down, countless grains of tiny blood beads, slowly oozing out from the pores of the skin, and finally condensed into pieces.

The old man yelled: "Chen Pingan! Listen well! The tone of the beginning of the martial arts has already been found by you. Is it not possible to do it?! People can't move, how about?! Only this tone Can't stop!"

Chen Pingan was in the middle of the shackles, and he heard the old man’s anger, and almost instinctively in the heart of the lake, silently uttered his voice, believing that he was giving orders, letting the arrogant fire of the dragon, let it run on its own, want to go Where to go, because he can't control the limbs, and the next finger can't control it.

The old man looked down and looked at it. In the line of sight, a thin wire, like a dragon of a fire dragon, began to chaos in the veins of the chest, laughing loudly: "Good!"

The old man took back the foot. After one hand was negative, one hand slammed against Chen Pingan. "It was wonderful to watch the two armies in the foothills. It is like a dragon elephant fighting power. The dragon is the most powerful in the water, like the land power. The biggest one, that battle can be described as the swan song of the battlefield for a hundred years! The old man has a punch for it, called the iron ride chisel!"

Every time the old man underestimated the finger, Chen Pingan will break a rib.

This is the first time Chen Ping’s grief because of pain.

Because of the real pain, not only in the body of the flesh, but also in the depths of the soul.

Tsing Yi, a child sitting on the railing outside the corridor, was frightened and almost fell. The girl in the pink skirt downstairs, lost her soul, suddenly squatted on the ground and hugged her head, afraid to listen again.

Finally, looking at the teenager who was completely fainted, the old man walked toward the door with no expression. After opening the door, he said to the shivering Tsing Yi child: "Take him downstairs and throw it directly into the medicine bucket, and the clothes shoes. Don't take it off, don't underestimate this weight. For the current Chen Ping, if you want to stabilize the realm, you can't move them. Also, remember to tell the mountain **** who is very fat, don't draw a snake, add it to the inside. What a panacea, or the old man does not matter, but the bitterness of this kid today, even if it is vain."

After seeing the old man, I heard the instructions and scared that the Tsing Yi children simply did not dare to take the stairs, and went straight to a jump. I only dared to let the girl in the pink dress move Chen Ping, and he did not dare to pass the old man.

However, when I went downstairs, I repeatedly reminded Wei Wei, and then he said nothing, trotting all the way to the girls in the pink skirt outside the door, Tsing Yi children bite their teeth, tiptoe a little, and a little, floating on the second floor, Before she grabbed her, she ran her head into the house and took up the peace of the blood.

Put Chen Ping carefully into the bucket,

The girl in the pink dress with tears on her face whispered: "Weishan God, is my family really okay?"

Wei Wei looked at Chen Ping, who was faint and unconscious. "If you can stick to the end, it will be fine. If you quit halfway, it will not only be a shortfall. I am afraid that there will be many sequelae, such as staying in the martial arts for two generations, because the bottom is playing. To be too strong, and then want to ascend the realm of the whole, it is tantamount to the children's stone pier, can not do."

The girl in the pink dress is awkward.

Tsing Yi’s child walked out of the house alone, sitting on a bamboo chair outside the house, holding up his gang with both hands and stunned.

In the dusk, Chen Ping, who had been soaked in the medicine bucket before, was like a poor man who could not wake up because of a nightmare. Even if he was asleep, the breath was so turbulent that he finally became stable. The girl in the pink skirt picked up his heels and was full of heads. Khan squatted on the bucket, afraid that the old man would die, afraid that the master would drown, afraid that the master would not wake up when he slept, she would be so open-eyed, but she could not do anything at all.

As night fell, the girl in the pink skirt walked out of the first floor with a little relief and sat on the bamboo chair beside the Tsing Yi children.

Two or two silent for a long time, Tsing Yi children suddenly whispered: "Stupid girl, I decided, I really have to practice well."

The girls in the pink skirt are not very interested, and they are powerless: "Why are you saying that we only rely on talents for spiritual practice, and that if you lie down, you will be able to rise in the realm."

Tsing Yi’s children pulled their heads in an unpredictable way. “I don’t want to go down the mountain again and again, and I have met guys who can kill me with a punch.”

The girl in the pink dress feels that it is very difficult. But today, my grandfather has been so miserable. She is not willing to attack this guy again. After all, it is still in the first month of the new year.

He raised his head and raised his fist. "I want to fight those guys, two punches can kill me!"

The girl in the pink dress is a bit awkward and always feels weird.

Aspirations are high? It seems not quite right. Short-sighted? It doesn't seem right.

Tsing Yi children encouraged themselves to encourage themselves. "I am a hero who cares about the morals of the rivers and lakes. I don't want to meet those guys for the second time. I can only hide behind Chen Ping, I am sorry for the name of 'Yu Jiang Xia Yi Xiao Lang Jun'. I want to let Chen Pingan know that I am really loyal, not talking about it!"

This girl in the pink skirt proudly extended a small fist and gently waved: "Come on!"

Until this moment, the Tsing Yi children who couldn’t look at the fire, suddenly felt a little touched at the bottom of my heart. This silly girl was stupid and stupid. It turned out to be quite cute.

He suddenly restored the joy of hippie smiles, and smiled and asked: "Stupid girl, what did you say last time, do you think about it? Be my little wife, do you have nothing to do with the bed? I even now I don’t like you very much, but the couples in the world, the words of the matchmaker, the marriage of the belly, the feelings can be cultivated. As long as you like me, then I will go to the stone, and one day, I will become You like me like you, and when you think about it, you are beautiful, right?"

The girl in the pink dress is sobbing, "You are stinky! I have to tell the old man!"

"Our master sleeps, you can't take care of you."

Tsing Yi children are happy to say: "The sky is a big pie on your head, I don't know how to catch it. It's a silly girl! It's just that Chen Ping has never seen the world before he takes you as a treasure. Change to me, give you up to one of the finest gallstones."

The girl in the pink skirt screamed and screamed, "Please call the lord!"

Tsing Yi children suddenly silenced, holding their hands behind the head of the head, looking into the distance, whispered: "Yes, Chen Pingan is our lord."

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Chen Pingan woke up in the middle of the night, walking without hindrance, but the weather in the body is terrible, but I don’t know why the broken ribs have been connected. Of course, it has not yet healed, but it is enough to see the 80,000 of Wei Wei’s flowers. In fact, if you switch to someone else to buy with Bao Yizhai, 160,000 yuan of silver may not be able to get it down. This is the value of Beiyue Zhengshen.

Chen Pingan put on a new clothes, did not dare to go out of this bamboo building, the girl in the pink skirt moved to a small bamboo chair, Chen Ping was quietly sitting near the threshold.

He didn't say anything. He sat down to the rising sun and practiced the sword stove. He got up and went to sleep on the first floor of the cot.

In the afternoon, the old man opened his eyes and stood up. Shen Sheng said: "Starting to practice boxing. Today, only the soul is tempered, let you go to the coffin."

Chen Pingan woke up in a blink of an eye and sighed and walked silently onto the second floor.

After that, he was left by the Tsing Yi children to leave the second floor. After waking up again in the middle of the night, he ate a meal. Even if there was no appetite, Chen Pingan was still swallowing. He watched his master’s hand holding the chopsticks tremble. After a few times, the dishes fell back to the dish, and the girl in the pink dress was full of tears.

Tsing Yi children are just burying their heads.

This time, Chen Pingluo took a break and sat at the door. He practiced the sword furnace with both hands and hurriedly went to sleep.

A full ten-day time, three days to temper the soul, one day beaten the body.

Every time the old man shot, he took it right, and promised that Chen Pingan would be more sinful than the previous day, so there was no habit and adaptation to the pain.

Chen Pingan became more and more silent, and often did not say a word when he was awake all day.

Occasionally, the girl in the pink skirt asked what she wanted, or wanted to make her grandfather happy. Chen Pingan first smiled and shook his head. Later, he frowned. Finally, he was full of anger, although he could see that Chen Peace is restrained, but Tsing Yi children and girls in pink skirts are all scared.

At that time, Chen Ping’s words and lips were slightly moved, but he never said anything. He went to bed and closed his eyes. He didn’t know if he was asleep or awake, and even made people feel that they were alive or dead.

Tsing Yi’s child had tentatively asked Wei Wei how much pain Chen’s life was when he was jealous.

Wei Wei thought about it and said that Chen Ping’s suffering on the first day was probably a common genius. He was smashed with a knife and a knife, and even the bones were mixed with meat and boiled, and they had to let themselves Try to stay awake. After that, it is even worse every day.

The first day only.

After that, Tsing Yi children did not ask such questions.

He began to practice.

Become more diligent than the pink skirt girl.

On this day, Chen Pingan sat on the bamboo chair in the night, leaning against the back of the chair. Wei Wei walked slowly and stood beside him, watching him watch the bright moon hanging in the night sky.

Chen Pingan hoarsely asked: "Wei Wei, can you help me with a question, what is the master of the sword?"

Wei Wei couldn’t smile this time. He just sighed and nodded. “I’ll ask and see, let’s say it in advance. It’s the first time after he left the Fengxue Temple. It’s bound to be very Pay attention to it, so most of you don't want to be distracted, and you may not be able to reply to me."

Chen Pingan snorted.

Chen Pingan has already refused to pay for anything like water. In the first few days, he will silently keep accounts in his heart, and then he will completely lose this mind.

Recently, the girl in the pink skirt and the child in Tsing Yi have intentionally or unintentionally, and they have left Chen Ping’s solitude and did not bother him.

When Chen Pingan got up, he whispered: "Help me to say to them, sorry, I didn't mean it, sometimes I couldn't help it."

Wei Wei asked: "Why don't you say it yourself?"

Chen Ping stunned a bit and smiled bitterly: "I don't know why, it seems that I just think of this thing, it will be very tired. I am afraid to say that, I will not be able to support the boxing tomorrow."

Wei Wei nodded: "It's a bit of a mystery, but I can barely understand it. Rest assured, I will help you, they will understand."

Under the circumstances of the martial arts practice, I am afraid there are really not a few Wufu, several times, separated, very normal, but need to eat this kind of suffering every day, certainly not much.

The old man stood silently on the second floor. After hearing the conversation between the two people, he just smiled and turned and went back to the house to sit down.

Wei Wei can't completely understand it, it is normal, because the old man's punch is itself a kind of "soul-drum" that is constantly accumulating, and it is a hidden tempering of a deeper level of mind.

It is the first step to quench the body, clean the meridians, and cut the bones. It is the second step. The true test is the cone. The old man is like a sharp cone. I’ve got it into the heart of a teenager, and the taste is imaginable.

The old man is actually very surprised. First, the boy has not lost his heart and is still gnawing his teeth. He is not willing to say "I don't practice boxing." Second, the mystery of this bamboo building is really wonderful.

Chen Ping was lying on the bed, and after rolling up the bedding, the whole person curled up and faced the wall, and one hand slammed his mouth.

There is a whimper between the fingers.

It’s another ten days.

In the first ten days, the suffering suffered has become even more terrible.

Among them, the elderly have asked Chen Ping to peel and cramp himself, and do it himself!

One night, Chen, who was bandaged like a scorpion, sat on a bamboo chair and suddenly stood up, shaking his body slightly and walking towards the cliff outside the door.

He seems to want to practice the piles that have not been practiced for a long time, but after a while, they can only give up.

Chen Pingan turned to look in the direction of the town, his lips trembled, crying and crying.

He suddenly asked: "Wei Wei, I know you are nearby, can you bring me a jug of wine?"

Wei Wei nodded. "I have it."

An already opened jug slowly fell in front of Chen Ping’s eyes. After Chen Ping’s hand reached it, he turned to look at the bamboo building. “Can you drink?”

There was a sneer on the second floor. "What is a drink? If you have the skills, you will be proud of your ancestors."

Chen Pingan turned back, the moon star was thin, looking to the distant mountains and rivers, he looked down and smelled the wine.

He used to carry a drunken old man, and the old man slammed his shoulder and yelled, "You want to drink wow!"

The teenager who looked like a long-lost face, smiled brightly, sipped a strong drink, coughed non-stop, raised the jug high, and shouted: "Drink and drink! Practice boxing and practice boxing!"

After a while, the young man stunned for a long time, still could not help but shed tears for the big liqueur, and whispered: "The wine is really hard to drink..."

However, the teenager still forced himself to drink a big mouth, coughing and whispering: "The book said, the beauty gave me a gold wrong knife, why is it reported to Ying Qiong Yao! The wine is not good, but this sentence is really beautiful. Extremely!"

In the end, the boy inexplicably blushes, I don’t know if it’s alcoholic or embarrassing, he gently greeted him in the distance.

The teenager is quietly asking a girl who makes him like, like saying, hello, have you heard it?