I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 4: One effort generates ten strengths
Everyone watched for a while and then went about their own business.

Xiu Niang found some straw paper, stamped it with copper coins, and borrowed a copper brazier from Mrs. Du. They burned the paper and kowtowed together when Song Boyu finished practicing martial arts.

The corners of Song Boyu's mouth rose, and his abdomen was as hot as a soldering iron. He controlled it very well this time, without the embarrassment of holding up a pillar to the sky, and avoided death on the spot.

In the special state of "the Yuan Yang is hidden inside and the belly is like a soldering iron", it took him less than half an hour to complete the nine postures of the Zhuang Kung Fu again, slowly withdrawing the power, and exhaled a line of solid white Qi, which was three feet long.

Du Xuexuu, who had just come out from breakfast, his eyes lit up when he saw it, and he said loudly:
“Although I don’t practice martial arts, I once heard from a friend that if a martial artist can breathe out as if it were nothing during summer practice, he will have achieved certain levels of internal kung fu.

Boyu is really a prodigy in martial arts, and he can achieve such success in his first martial arts training. "

After Song Boyu finished the exercise, he felt comfortable and warm all over his body, with traces of heat flowing through his limbs and bones. His whole body was full of energy, and his stomach was empty. All the big steamed buns he had eaten in the morning had been digested.

After bowing to Du Xuexue and saying a few humble words, he and Xiu Niang burned paper money to pay homage to their parents, tied a piece of white linen cloth around the upper arm of his coat, and then found a big steamed bun to eat.

Xiu Niang's expression was shocked, and she hesitated to speak. She stretched out her little hand and put it down weakly, and finally let out a sigh.

She thought to herself: My brother relies on martial arts training to survive. When it is not the time to be frugal, I can only think of ways to make as much money as possible and save in other ways.

After Song Boyu finished eating, he and Uncle Zhang went to the direction of Yonghe Grain Store.

Xiu Niang bit her lower lip and had a war between heaven and man in her heart before she got up and went to see Mrs. Du, saying that she had to pay the rent. She felt that her brother was right, and a poor person had a lot of ambition.

After hearing Xiu Niang's words, Mrs. Du, who was teaching her two daughters how to be a prostitute, was very surprised and comforted her: "Xiu Niang, it's good to have such a heart, you are a good person.

But you are in such a difficult situation. If I continue to collect rent, if your husband finds out, he will have a big fight with me. "

After hearing this, Xiu Niang saluted and said: "Madam, if we keep living here in vain, we will not feel at ease. How about you see what happens and you can use mine and let me do something, so that you can feel at ease."

Mrs. Du looked at Xiu Niang, who was already so sensible at only ten years old, and then at her two daughters who were still lazy in their work as female celebrities, and sighed:
"I also understand your situation. You have to wash and mend clothes every day. How about this? When you come back every night, you can help me clean up the house and treat it as rent."

Just as Xiu Niang was about to say something, Mrs. Du raised her hand to stop her: "That's it, you go to Granny Chen's on Dongyue Street as soon as possible, don't delay."

Seeing this, Xiu Niang could only nod in agreement, turned sideways and said a blessing, turned around and left.

On the other side, Song Boyu had followed Uncle Zhang to Yonghe Trading Company. Not far away, there were three green-skinned men in flowing clothes, pointing at them.

The two ignored these rogues and pretended not to see them.

Uncle Zhang explained the purpose of his visit to the clerk in the store, and the clerk replied: "Is this the guy? The shopkeeper went out to discuss business, but he has already told me, you follow me to meet Mr. Wang, the manager of the accounting office. .”

The two followed the man to the backyard and entered a large room. The sound of abacus was heard. There were three men in long robes in the room. One of them had gray beard and hair, and the other two were middle-aged.

The waiter led them to the man in a long gown with gray beard and hair, and introduced: "Mr. Wang, this young man is the new accounting apprentice mentioned by the shopkeeper. This old man is in charge of Du Xueguo's family."

When Uncle Zhang heard this, he bowed and smiled and said: "You can't be considered a steward, just a useless old servant. Mr. Scholar asked me to bring him here. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Boss Wang bowed slightly: "Please help yourself."

Then he stared at Song Boyu with eyes like a falcon and said in a slightly higher voice: "Are you Du Xuedue? What is your name and where do you live?"

Song Boyu bowed indifferently and said: "Go back to Mr. Master, I am just an ordinary disciple of Du Xuexue. My surname is Song and my given name is Boyu. Due to the great changes, I am temporarily staying at Xuexue's home."

Boss Wang nodded and seemed to think for a while: "Okay, since it is arranged by Manager Tian, ​​you can be an apprentice here and start working for Assistant Luo."

A middle-aged man with a big face and a black mole on his chin smiled and replied: "Since it is the organizer's arrangement, I will take care of everyone."

Song Boyu didn't say anything. He came here just to make money and make a living. It was very normal for a newcomer to help the old man.

Deputy Luo was not as aloof as Boss Wang. He rather kindly informed Song Boyu of the basic situation of the entire Yonghe Grain Company.

"Our Yonghe Grain Store is the second largest grain store in Ping'an Fang, and our owner is Mr. Hua Yun'an, the seventh-level official of the prefect's Yamen. Our grains are mainly sold to the neighbors on Changning Street. Shopkeeper Tian is from Mr. Hua's family. He is a manager and is highly appreciated by his boss. He is also smart and capable, and is a good hand in business.

When it comes to our accounting room, everything is under the leadership of King Wang Dequan. The accounting room has six days off and one day off. From now on, the four of us will take turns..."

After Song Boyu listened carefully, he started working under the arrangements of Deputy Luo.

Specifically, it involves collecting and disbursing money, collecting money from customers, keeping accounts, collecting wages by day, and paying bills to the clerks and laborers.

In addition to his main business, he is also very hardworking and clever, helping to clean the table, sweep the floor, make tea and welcome guests.

Now that he's here, he should work hard and at least establish a good image of being hard-working and smart at the beginning. After all, Du Xuexue asked for this job for him. If he doesn't do well, he will lose his job as a teacher.

After a day's work, Song Boyu and the waiters in the store huddled together to eat a big pot of rice. As for the manager of the accounting office, the assistant clerk, and the head waiter, they had better food.

Everyone has a fixed meal, which is just a bowl of stewed cabbage, poured with broth, and sprinkled with a few shredded pork, but the rice is enough.

At this moment, Song Boyu's eyes were red. He needed to consume a lot of food to practice martial arts. He really couldn't afford to eat only his own food. There was unlimited rice, so he had to eat it hard.

The results of his martial arts practice showed. Everyone found that this half-grown man looked lean, but he was very strong, very flexible, and ate quickly and plentifully.

At the same time, while others had just eaten a bowl of rice, Song Boyu had already eaten three full bowls. It was like the reincarnation of a rice bucket.

In the end, he ate five bowls of rice, his stomach was full, and then he left under the horrified eyes of everyone.

When he left, the guys talked a lot.

"Has he been hungry for several days?"

"Who knows, although half-sized ones are the best to eat, but this is too much."

"You may not know that his family suffered a great disaster and he is also a poor man..."

After returning home, Song Boyu found Xiu Niang cleaning the yard. After asking for details, he immediately stepped forward to help her and they worked together.

He was strong and flexible. Not only did he eat a lot, he was also a good hand at hard work. The two of them cleaned the entire courtyard in a quarter of an hour.

This scene was seen by Du Xuexuu again. He couldn't help but nodded secretly and said to his wife privately: "I am a disciple who has the integrity and discipline to do things. He will definitely achieve something in the future. It will not be a problem to be an official in the future. I am going to write "Xiao Jing" I will give him a copy of each of "Notes on the Laws" and "Notes on Officials" so that he can review them at his leisure and prepare for the exam."

Mrs. Du thought about it and discussed: "This is the first time I have seen my husband be so generous and caring towards his son. If you are really optimistic about him, why not choose a girl from our family to marry him?"

Du Xuexuu smiled and said: "I don't think this can happen. The two girls in our family think about talented men and beautiful women every day. They like young men with oily hair and powdered noodles. Most likely they will despise them. They are so strong-willed that they are not sweet. Maybe they will be better." If there is a rift, it will not be beautiful."

Mrs. Du thought about it and felt that it made sense, so she suppressed her thoughts.

One and a half months passed by in a blink of an eye, and it was mid-September. Although it was the beginning of autumn, autumn tigers were fierce, and it was noon again, so the heat made people sweat.

Zhou Xiuniang touched the remaining forty coins, looked at the empty rice vat with a grimace, and then looked at Song Boyu who was practicing Zhuang Kung Fu, and clasped her hands together nervously:

"My brother is a prodigy in martial arts. I hope I can succeed this time and reach the perfection of hardness and softness."

She very much hopes that Song Boyu will succeed in his martial arts. Firstly, his life will be guaranteed and he will not suddenly die of old age one day. Secondly, there is really no way to untie the pot at home. If he succeeds early, he can practice martial arts less intensively and consume less food.

Song Boyu took three holidays in a row, ate carefully every day, ensured sleep, and even suspended the dream of the waning moon, just to be able to complete the breakthrough in the best condition.

In order to do the logistical work for Song Boyu, Zhou Xiuniang also took three days off to cook, wash and support him.

The so-called protection is actually to coax away children who like to watch and touch, and to drive away birds, beasts and insects.

Song Boyu has maintained the state of "Yuan Yang is hidden inside, and his belly is like a soldering iron" and has practiced eight rounds of moving piles for four hours.

His face was flushed, there was no sweat all over his body, his temples were bulging, and his abdomen was as hot as the sun in his arms.

But he knew that the most critical moment had just begun.

Even with the experience and vision of the creator of Tongzi Kung, and the many attempts in Dreamland, this breakthrough was not easy.

The reason is simple. His physical fitness is not strong enough, his family has no money, and his diet is not balanced and rich, which makes the life essence he generates insufficient.

Of course, this shortcoming is also relative. If a rich boy practices Boy Kung Fu from a young age, even if he eats a rich and varied diet, it may take him three or four years to reach his current level.

Song Boyu was able to be so fast thanks to the blessing of experiencing historical scenes in Can Yue's dream. His rich experience and fearless attempts allowed him to advance quickly.

Constantly trying his best and making mistakes in the dream world allowed him to develop a very unique set of tricks and breakthrough methods, and he has already succeeded in the dream world.

“The perfection of the realm of hardness and softness is the ultimate unity of balance, flexibility, and coordination. It is essentially a qualitative change caused by the quantitative change of the human body’s fascia, and it is the natural result of the accumulation of life essence over time.

But since the focus is to continuously temper the physical fascia with life essence through various postures, then I can use extreme postures to focus on blasting, and one point of strength can reach ten points. "

Song Boyu felt a little nervous, slowly stopped the exercise, and started the ninth practice.

When the ninth Zhuang Kung practice began, his posture, practice methods and breathing all changed.

The reason why he didn't change it from the beginning was because his physical condition was not active enough, and many very weird and abnormal movements could only be achieved from the ninth practice.

In the state of "Yuan Yang is hidden inside, and the belly is like a soldering iron", different postures will lead to different directions of life essence flow. Based on the results of the dream death test, Song Boyu started the extremely different ninth Zhuang Kung Fu drill.

All kinds of extremely awkward and even horrifying twisting postures precisely breed the life essence, which quickly converges into a stream, and finally, like a high-pressure water gun, the corresponding key parts of the fascia are tempered at specific points, which makes the corresponding parts of his body extremely numb and unbearable. .

(End of this chapter)