My talent is resurrection

Chapter 302 "Tiny" Fist

Chen Jiu was "released from prison" today, carrying a hoe, looking at the repaired site behind him, and sighed that he is really a genius in the architectural world, and many of his whimsical ideas surpassed modern ideas.

For example, public toilets and dining halls were built in the academy, and they were built together, realizing the great idea of ​​eating and drinking.

The layman Wutong gave a thumbs up when he saw it, and sighed.

"You don't do anything with people."

When Chen Jiu commented on this, he just rolled his eyes back, thinking that Layman Wutong didn't understand the art of architecture.

From then on, Chen Jiu began to stay in the guard pavilion, and never went out unless necessary.

Just silently nurturing martial arts, replenishing qi and blood, and studying outside the palace, he didn't want to get involved at all.

It's not my family anyway, so why care so much?
I'm too busy.

In addition to Chen Jiu, Zhou Xian also often comes to the pavilion, and every time he comes, he will bring various treasures of heaven and earth to Chen Jiu.

These various treasures of heaven, material and earth all have one common characteristic, that is, they are of great benefit to physical cultivation.

And if you take one alone and put it outside, it will at least cause competition among the several Nascent Soul cultivators.

Fortunately, Chen Jiu didn't need to grab it, Zhou Xian delivered it directly to his mouth, and he used it for food every three days. In its prime, it still has [-]% of its original strength.

If he fights with Ziming again with his current strength, Chen Jiu can only say that he will win. After all, the killing power of Ziming's thunder method is still a bit small for Chen Jiu, and it cannot seriously damage his physique.

And Zi Ming couldn't withstand Chen Jiu's punches, so the outcome was easy to judge.

Now Chen Jiu is also looking forward to punching Ziming again. At that time, he will definitely blow his thunder in front of Ziming, and then force him to punch him twice.

After all, the last time Ziming shocked him, it was indeed a bit harsh.

It can only be said that karma has come.

In the pavilion, Chen Jiu exuded warm and nourishing qi and blood, condensed martial arts, and also practiced boxing.

However, his practice of boxing is not big, otherwise the pavilion will be broken up by accident.

Therefore, the fist Chen Jiu practiced was extremely small, which was the opposite of the extremely large fist that fell from the sky that day.

The meaning of extremely small is to use the least amount of martial arts and boxing intentions to exert the greatest power.

At first, Chen Jiu couldn't handle this strength well, and he would often condense too much martial arts, resulting in too many punches, which made the void in the pavilion tremble, which was completely inconsistent with the tiny fist in his heart.

Chen Jiu thought about it later, how can it be counted as the smallest martial arts and boxing will?
Then don't do it at all.

Unarmed punch!

Chen Jiu punches empty-handed, without the blessing of martial arts and boxing intentions, relying only on his own understanding of boxing with his Nascent Soul cultivation base, he must punch the strongest force with empty fists.

And what Chen Jiu thinks is the most powerful way is to smash the void with the power of an empty fist, or the kind that can't be recovered in a short time.

This is the "extremely small" fist that Chen Jiu is looking for.

This punch is not so easy to hit.

The void is so tough, it is not easy to break, and it will be restored in a moment after being broken.

If Chen Jiu wanted to achieve the effect he wanted, he had to constantly increase the strength of the punch.

If you don't want martial arts and boxing will, then you can only rely on boxing.

There is only one kind of boxing that Chen Jiu has really comprehended up to now, and that is the big wave style boxing that the old master watched the tide and enlightened in the small world back then.

The big wave style of boxing is about stacking layers and advancing continuously, and finally condenses the strength of the fist to an extremely terrifying level, and then punches away, like a big wave hitting the shore, killing everything.

With this boxing method, Chen Jiu used his whole body's qi and blood as a guide, treating his blood as a river and his fist as a sea. The power of his whole body's qi and blood gathered on his fist for a short time, like a hundred rivers entering the sea, condensing into one punch.

This punch is pressed again, and it only hits one point inside the pavilion.

Pour it all out!

This point shattered in an instant, and with its spider web marks, it tore apart the surrounding void.

But after a while, all the broken voids were restored.

Chen Jiu sat in the pavilion, panting heavily, and looked helplessly at the void that had recovered.

This is the No.17 punch he punched today, all aimed at the point just now, but Void was not affected at all, and he recovered very quickly as usual.

Chen Jiu had no choice but to support his head and think again, waiting for him to rest before punching him again.

Zhou Xian trotted over from the academy after afternoon class, and knocked on the door of the guard's pavilion pretending to be a little girl, and said in a charming tone.

"Is anyone there, I'm coming in."

Chen Jiu supported his head, waved his hands, and said weakly: "Someone, come in."

Zhou Xian jumped into the pavilion, looked at Chen Jiu's listless look, frowned, and asked worriedly.

"What's the matter, why are you unhappy today?"

Chen Jiu fell back on the chair, stretched himself, looked at Zhou Xian, shook his head, and replied.

"It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly felt a little sad and found out that I'm not a genius."

Zhou Xian was puzzled, "Why do you say that?"

Chen Jiu said sadly: "I haven't realized a boxing technique for three days."

Zhou Xian didn't know how powerful it was, he really believed Chen Jiu's nonsense, and immediately squeezed his little hand into a fist, put it on his chest, and cheered for Chen Jiu.

"It's okay, let's work hard, we will definitely be able to do it, if you can't do it in three days, add two more days."

Chen Jiu nodded, stood up, and smiled at Zhou Xian: "Is there no class in the afternoon? Why are you here so early?"

Zhou Xian folded his hands on his chest, showing his beautiful curves, his pretty face flushed slightly, it was impossible to just say that he missed you, so he tilted his head slightly and said in a low voice.

"I must be looking for you for something. At the beginning of next month, there will be a three-year autumn poetry meeting in the academy. I want you to go with me."

Chen Jiu nodded slightly, "You know my ability to write lyrics and poems, and I will definitely show my strengths in this autumn poetry competition."

Zhou Xian was at a loss, "Have you ever written any poems?"

Chen Jiu's literary works seem to be just that... A Bin.

Thinking of it, Zhou Xian's face turned redder.

After pondering for a while, Chen Jiu realized that he really didn't have many poems and songs to come up with. He couldn't help sighing at the moment, feeling that he was really an unqualified traveler.

Zhou Xian looked at Chen Jiu's regretful appearance, and felt that he had asked something wrong, so he hurriedly said, "Let's wait for the Autumn Poetry Conference and write poems, shall we?"

Chen Jiu sat down in the pavilion, nodded and agreed, "Okay."

Zhou Xian smiled at the corner of his mouth, his face turned red again, his hands and fingers were mixed together, and he hesitated.

"Just wear... just wear the clothes I sewed for you last time, how about it?"

Chen Jiu nodded, indifferently said: "No problem."

Zhou Xian lowered his head and blushed.

She had the nerve to say that it was a couple outfit, but looking at Chen Jiu like this, she didn't seem to notice it.

Zhou Xian exhaled lightly, but pouted the corners of his mouth again.

Somewhat annoyed.

(End of this chapter)