Budo: Age of Chi

Chapter 27 I know what kind of shit you want to pout your ass
The next day, before dawn, the rooster began to crow.

Meng De, who was awakened by the biological clock early in the morning, came to the courtyard for daily practice after washing.

Mr. Meng and his two old wives also had enough rest. As a martial artist, Mr. Meng was very demanding, and he followed closely behind, taking his old wife for daily practice.

Thanks to his strict requirements, the two old wives with poor qualifications are alive and well at this age, and their bodies are strong.

However, these three people are different from the physical skills practiced by Meng De, and they are basic physical skills for adults.

I still remember that my predecessor wanted to learn it when I was young, and practiced it secretly, but was immediately discovered by Mr. Meng, who hung him from a tree in the backyard and beat him.

Fortunately, Mr. Meng discovered in time that the young Meng De's predecessor was only damaged by muscles, not the foundation of his bones.

After learning this lesson, Meng De's predecessor realized that this is not something he should practice at his age.

After some rehearsals, the sky was already getting bright, and the sun was slightly peeking out.

Both drank some water to rehydrate, and the two grandmas went to prepare breakfast.

Mr. Meng came to Meng De and said:

"Five times, it seems to have reached the limit, but no, let's practice it again."

Meng De hesitated a little, but nodded.

"Ah."

Immediately after that, he practiced the second-level basic gymnastics for middle school students again.

He just stopped at the limit, and his face immediately flushed, his body swelled, and the veins under the body surface were all exposed.

It was extremely difficult for him to move and move, his whole body grew a little out of thin air, and his blood was shaking, as if he was about to collapse.

The internal breath in the body is even more difficult, no matter how difficult it is to relieve the body, it can only provide energy with all its strength.

At this moment, old man Meng's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he raised his index finger to point several positions on Meng De's body.

"Hey~!"

When Meng De was poked, his breath leaked out, but his eyes were also wide open, which is unbelievable.

What a wonderful feeling!
His second-order basic gymnastics was still being practiced, but it was not interrupted.

And with these few clicks, part of the miscellaneous energy was released, and the body movements became smoother.

"Experience carefully."

Mr. Meng reminded me next to him.

Meng De quickly restrained his mind and devoted himself to the drill wholeheartedly.

It wasn't until the sixth round of gymnastics was done and a small part of the seventh round that I couldn't make any progress and couldn't continue.

After the inner breath circulated and slowly suppressed the rushing blood, Meng De asked a question.

"Grandpa, my teacher also gave me advice, and he is still in the [True Qi Realm], so he should have reached the limit.

How did you do it? "

"Ah!"

Mr. Meng gave a disdainful laugh, poured down another cup of tea, and then said with a complacent expression:

"In terms of strength, your teacher is better than me, but in terms of understanding of your body, how can you compare to me.

Anyway, I am also a person who has been in [Fascia Realm] for more than 30 years.

Such a master, watching you grow up for more than ten years, I know what kind of shit you want to pout your ass.

To help you clarify your physical condition and reach your true limit, it's like a research institute tailoring exercises for you, almost the same.

It's just that they can help many people, but I can only help you one person. "

Hearing this, Meng De was both embarrassed and moved.

I was also a little scared in my heart. If I hadn't inherited the memory of my predecessor, and my body's instinctive little movements were still there, it was really possible that Mr. Meng would find out that something was wrong and beat him to death.

However, this feeling of being detached from things is quite good. Mengde can not only experience everything in the body, but also be able to transcend it and not be affected by some hormones in the body.

The reason why he has no interest in love at all is presumably because of this reason.

Otherwise, even if you live a new life in this body, you may be emotionally influenced by the hormones in this body, acting like a teenager.

Unfortunately, this feeling is slowly fading.

Meng De could clearly perceive that his soul was completely merging with this body.

And with the improvement of strength, the process is accelerating.

This means that his small advantage will be lost, but it is not a big deal.

After all, it will be four or five years before the true fusion is complete. At that time, he was no longer a teenager.

And with decades of mentality here, he will not be moved by foreign objects, and he is confident that he can suppress some mere body hormones.

Those who can be influenced by the body's instincts, but cannot be controlled by them, can't be called strong, only beasts.

Worse than a brainless monster!

So instead of worrying about those things, why not take advantage of this welfare period to kill other people first and give yourself a satisfactory answer.

"You are amazing!"

Meng De shamelessly flattered Mr. Meng, and then chatted with him, telling Mr. Meng some interesting stories and daily stories about him at school.

Mr. Meng was still smiling at first, but after hearing that Meng De had successfully ignited the fire by himself, the smile froze on his face.

It wasn't until the end, when Meng De told how he could easily deal with a high-level bear-like beast that was extremely close to perfection in the body refining state, and it was more than five meters high, that he slowly put down the painted teacup.

"what happened?"

Noticing something was wrong with Mr. Meng, Meng De asked suspiciously.

"Xiao De, I was the one who delayed you!"

Mr. Meng sighed, with remorse written all over his face.

"If I had known you had this talent, I would have provided you with better resources.

If you knew it earlier, you might have ignited it yourself in advance. "

"Hey, look at what you said, fortune and misfortune depend on each other."

Meng De waved his hand indifferently.

"And if it weren't for the foundation you gave me, I reckon I can only take the path of liberal arts.

That would be miserable, delaying the golden period of practice, and having to be self-reliant for the rest of my life, exhausting myself for practice.

Now that I have the backing of the school, I don’t know how beautiful my life is. Countless people are envious of my life. "

"That's what you bought with your life, so naturally it should be yours!"

Mr. Meng's complexion darkened, his eyes widened with anger.

"You don't owe Yucai Middle School anything, on the contrary, they owe you!"

"Uh"

Meng De was silent for a while, not knowing how to relieve the stubborn old man.

Hey, this old man, he is still so angry at an old age, take a step back and see the world!

Doesn't he understand the principle that cooperation benefits both?

Since it was bought with one's life, it is natural to try one's best to gain the greatest benefit from it!

"never mind."

Mr. Meng suddenly changed the subject.

"Since it's already like this, just work hard at school.

But here comes the problem, you are still No.3 after all your hard work.

It is conceivable that the two classmates you mentioned must have something special. Presumably, the two of them should have a family tradition of martial arts, right? "

"That's true. They are geniuses that the principal hired at a high price. They have already successfully ignited themselves, entered the initial stage of Qi Cultivation, and practiced family-inherited martial arts at home."

Meng De quickly replied:

"No. 1 Zhang Yunpeng, who practiced a family-inherited martial art [36-style Tianpeng Feather Falling Sword].

And No.2 Bai Zhao is majoring in six martial arts systems.

Iron head, iron body, iron arm, iron fist, iron crotch, iron leg.

This person has attracted my attention the most, his combat power is terrifying, and his background is still higher than that of Zhang Yunpeng.

If it weren't for Zhang Yunpeng's great luck and daring to fight, it is still unknown who No. 1 will be.

If the two had a fair life-and-death fight, if Bai Zhao could live, Zhang Yunpeng would die. "

(End of this chapter)