Invincible little uncle

Chapter 257 29.
At dawn, the sky is not yet bright.

Ah Fu, the chef of the Huangpu family, has not yet climbed out of the warm blanket. Outside the warm cup, the cold winter air is like a snake.

It makes people unwilling to get up.

"Ah, I'm up." Ah Fu gritted his teeth, lifted the quilt, quickly put on his clothes, and was ready to prepare breakfast for the whole family.

Of course, he is not the only cook, and there are many helpers.

Pushing the door open, a bone-piercing wind broke in from outside the door, making Ah Fu shiver again.

The somewhat honest cook couldn't help muttering: "It's really cold, who wants to get up in this kind of day, I'm afraid those young masters and ladies are all sleeping happily in bed. They say learning martial arts is difficult, and I'll be a cook." Is it easy?"

Shaking his head, Ah Fu hurriedly walked with his head down.

The stars are still there.

The sky was still dark, but with a little more white, it appeared a little gray.

As he passed the courtyard, Ah Fu faintly heard shouts and shouts in the distance.

He was a little puzzled, and stepped forward quickly. After turning a corner, he saw a young man in a hard suit punching and kicking in the courtyard.

With a serious look, the sweat on his body rose like white mist.

He has a serious look, and his speed is measured.

It turned out to be a young master! !
Xia Guang was very serious about boxing. In the early winter, he only wore a thin shirt, with iron sand bags wrapped around his limbs, including his back, and practiced his moves with punches and kicks.

A set was typed out smoothly, and he seemed to be dissatisfied.

He lowered his head in thought, sweat dripped from his forehead, and he even forgot to wipe it off.

It flowed down the ears to the neck again.

He seemed to have found what he was dissatisfied with just now, and suddenly, like a tiger hunting, he punched out.

Sweat was also thrown out with this sudden movement.

Xia Guang's eyes were serious, and he walked with his fists as if there was no one else around.

Ah Fu just stared dumbfounded.

He was ashamed of being afraid of hardship just now.

Since returning from home last time, the young master seemed to be a different person, diligent and hardworking, which made Ah Fu deeply understand a truth.

The so-called genius is 90.00% of talent, plus [-]% of hard work.

The little boy is hardworking enough, that's why he can achieve today's achievements.

Thinking about it, Ah Fu stopped for a while, and then walked towards the kitchen with some respect that began to change.

Practice the three-hour period in summer and the three-nine-month period in winter.

In the most extreme weather, only the most diligent people will always get up when others are still asleep, punching like a fool, and practicing martial arts.

When the disciples of the aristocratic family got up and came to the courtyard to practice the exercises, they saw the young man wrapped in wet clothes, with wild and messy hair, and a pair of extremely bright eyes.

Some disciples scoffed at it, thinking it was just a posturing.

But no one dared to say it, because this little son was no longer Amon under Wu. In the Jiangnan arena, the story of two fists blasting away the second son of the Murong family, as well as Huang Puliao, and then defeating the great elder with a single halberd has spread widely. , all over the city.

You can question that the exercises he practices are not correct, but you can't underestimate him.

Seeing that the disciples of the aristocratic family came to practice, Xia Guang left.

Day two.

Day three.

tenth day.

half a month.

Every morning, before dawn.

The young master's figure must have appeared in the courtyard.

Even the earliest cook, when he got up from the bed, could see the young master fisting, sweating profusely, with a concentrated expression, as if no one else was around.

One trick and one style, dignified and upright.

Where does it look like a demon heretic?

Gradually.

The disciples of the aristocratic family who practiced in the morning, those who doubted and scoffed at the beginning, all shut up.

Some people began to sigh.

There is no such thing as a genius in this world, but they use other people's sleeping time to practice martial arts.

And when we started chatting in the daytime, those disciples who had a good relationship with the second son, when they said, "that Huang Puguang only used secret methods and practiced evil martial arts, so that he can make rapid progress", others stopped talking.

After all, every morning, everyone can see the boxing skills that the young master practices.

He is extremely magnanimous, and his fists and feet are not sophisticated, nor fancy, nor exquisite.

Such clumsy boxing skills can even make people feel boring and even sleepy when they hit each other.

However, the young master not only practiced every day, but even the iron sand bag he was carrying was getting heavier and heavier.

The rumor is that three people make a tiger, and one mouth makes money.

Of course, it will be self-defeating in the face of the facts.

The rumors slowly died down.

The boy didn't seem to care what was being said about him or evaluated him.

Whether you praise him or scold him, what does it matter to him?

One day, after the young master unloaded the iron sand bag, an elite disciple named Huangpu Dali went to test the weight of the iron sand bag.

He was originally one of the group of people who had the best relationship with the Second Young Master, and that morning he yelled: "Let me expose this liar, everyone, there must be something wrong with this iron sand bag."

After finishing speaking, Huang Pu vigorously picked up one of the iron sand bags.

"How is it, Dali?" The partner who followed started to ask.

Huang Pu froze vigorously, then let go of his hand, and fled shyly.

The other disciples who came with me didn't know, so they went to try the weight of the iron sand bag one by one.

Gu Moran
With such a heavy load on his back, even standing up is a bit strenuous, let alone punching?

"Hey, I understand how Huangpu Guang can rise."

Suddenly, a disciple of an aristocratic family who was like a pine and cypress and stood upright sighed.

Another person echoed, "I understand too."

People who didn't understand tried the weight of the iron sand bag one by one, trying to see if they could get up earlier than the young master, but they could do it a day or two, but if they persisted, they couldn't do it at all.

"No matter how hard you work, no matter how much you reap, Guang'er can achieve such achievements because of his own practice."

Another morning, Huang Pu Nian, the Patriarch of Huang Pu, stood on the corridor, stroked his long beard, and nodded secretly.

Seeing the cook Ah Fu pass by, he shouted: "Ah Fu, go and get my secret medicinal diet for supplementing yuan, and make up for the young master in the next few days."

Ah Fu hurriedly said: "Yes!"

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In the deep winter of Jiangnan, the damp cold penetrates into the pores, almost tearing the soul.

Xia Guang jumped off the painting-like boat. His figure was already extremely strong, like an agile cheetah.

Lao Huang's carriage is always here waiting for him.

Even if he doesn't come, the old servant will still come here and wait.

"Old Huang! Go and ask your senior brother if I can practice the follow-up exercises?"

Xia Guang said excitedly.

The old servant's muddy eyes lit up, "Is your first-rank realm stable?"

"Not bad!"

Xia Guang nodded, and then used the Bending Fist move by the West Lake.

In fact, Bengquan's moves are extremely simple, and the most important thing is the method of energy movement.

If you can knock a cow into the air in one circle, it is naturally more powerful than an ordinary punch.

Breaking through everything with one force, this is Bengli.

It doesn't focus on moves, but gravity.

Although Xia Guang's moves were simple, but this time he didn't hold back his hand, every time the punch reached the end, he always retracted it like a thunderbolt, and there was an abrupt explosion in the air.

After a while, he restrained his mind and fisted, looked at Lao Huang: "How is it, Lao Huang?

I can't wait to practice halberd technique!I have already heard about it, the second grade is to practice weapons, and use weapons as the continuation of the body.

Just look at it, did I just hit it? "

The old servant was really stunned, the young master's behavior just now was really impeccable.

But he really didn't expect the young master to be able to practice to this level in just over a month.

Lu Shaoji's Wushuang of God and Horror focuses on the basics, that is, on the word "beng", it takes many years of hard work, and then, when he practices the following skills, it will be as powerful as a bamboo, and it will be very fast.

Moreover, he dare not come up with the follow-up halberd technique now.

If the young master used a halberd, and his style was exactly the same as that of the Great Merchant, what would others think?
So, the old servant shook his head and said softly: "Young master, do you want to listen to the old servant or a strict teacher?"

Xia Guang is so clever, the old servant just said this, and he understood.

He laughed at himself, and stopped asking, "Okay, Lao Huang, I know what you mean, stop talking, save me some face."

Old Huang hunched over and said with a smile, "Master, this old servant will take you to a place."

(End of this chapter)