Young hero, please stay! !

Chapter 19: This farewell, the mountain is high and the road is far
Meng You was lying in the wooden barrel in the courtyard. He had already lost a lot of air and had little air in. The little Taoist priest was frightened and kept adding hot water to the barrel, for fear that all the medicinal effects in the barrel would not be absorbed. Meng You absorbed it and returned to Jiuquan without even taking a breath!
These herbs were all picked by him from early in the morning and late at night in the back mountains. The hard work is not counted, but how can you, a guy like you, soak in the barrel all night with peace of mind!
The little guy Zhao Lixia cried for half the night last night, and even his eyes were swollen from crying. It was rare that he didn't go out and run wild, and he is still asleep in the house.

It's not that Meng You doesn't want to wake up, it's just that the majestic fist spirit is still flowing freely in his body. He grits his teeth and tries hard to feel the turbulent river sea of ​​Old Man Song in the pain that hits his face. The fist intention!
Meng You's breathing suddenly stagnated.

The little bald man who was sitting aside and suddenly dozed off immediately jumped up. His newly recognized little master hadn't given him a meeting gift yet. The little bald man didn't want this seemingly kind-hearted little master to go see the Buddha just like that!

Seeing that the little uncle entered the body in one breath and slowly opened his eyes, the little bald man's hanging heart finally settled down.He lay back next to his master and asked cautiously: "Master, is my little uncle really okay?"

The bald head glanced at Meng You who had just woken up, "If you can persevere to the end, you will be fine. If you give up halfway, not only will your martial arts achievements fall short, but you will be stuck in the second and third levels of martial arts for the rest of your life, and your future lifespan may not be more than forty. .”

"Because his foundation is so strong, his physique has already far exceeded that of ordinary people. What's more, Brother Song uses his peak boxing intention to warm and nourish his body. As long as he persists, I'm afraid you will really have another little one." Uncle Master."

In the dusk, Meng You soaked in the medicine bucket looked like a poor man who had a nightmare and couldn't wake up. His eyes were lifeless, but his body was trying to calm down the chaos in his body.

For the first time today, Zhao Lixia, with tears in his eyes, did not run out to play wildly, but stayed by his master's side.He stood on tiptoes and lay on the bucket with sweat profusely. He was afraid that Master would be hurt to death and that Master would drown. He just stared at Master who woke up with his eyes wide open. As soon as the tears in his eyes flowed out, he was The little guy wiped it off stubbornly.

Mistress said, a man cannot cry!If Master saw it, he would be distressed again!

Su Xiaotong was also standing next to the barrel. Looking at Meng You who had woken up, he couldn't help but frown.

Meng You forced out a smile that was uglier than crying and nodded, indicating that nothing serious was wrong with him.

The little guy Zhao Lixia stepped on the stool and asked with a cry: "Master, does it hurt?"

Meng You, who was lying in the medicine bucket, thought of the pain last night, his body could not help but tremble slightly, and he said bitterly: "It hurts so much."

The little guy turned his head and choked silently.

About half an hour later, Meng You could start to move his body. Old Uncle Song walked out of the house with a cigarette bag in his mouth and said in a deep voice: "Meng Siguo, start practicing boxing!"

Meng You sighed and slowly followed Old Uncle Song's footsteps. The young monk sitting on the recliner swallowed his saliva, lowered his head and pretended to sleep, not even daring to look at the bad old man.

Go up the cliff after Anning Village.

A loud bang.

Meng You hit the tree trunk behind him hard and collapsed to the ground. After struggling twice, he couldn't stand up.

The old man crossed his arms across his chest, looked down at the miserable young man, and sneered: "The one punch yesterday was just an appetizer. Today I will receive ten punches! Are you lying on the ground pretending to be dead just after the first punch?"

Meng You struggled to get up. Today's situation was much better than yesterday. Although he was still covered in blood, he was barely able to stay awake.

Meng You's breathing gradually became smoother. After all, he had trained his body for a year in the Meng family's heavy cavalry, and his fighting skills were very good. If it were him who had just come out of Ciqikou, but the punch yesterday was enough to make him Stay in bed for a month.

The old man crossed his arms across his chest, stared at Chen Ping'an, and revealed the secret: "The first level of the building, the breath exchange realm! It lies in finding that innate Qi to build the framework of the martial arts thatched cottage. Qi is the pillar and Qi is the high wall! But before you can achieve it in one breath, you must disperse the energy completely and get rid of all the filthy energy accumulated the day after tomorrow, even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth! A pure martial artist, what is pure, is pure, to compete with this world !”

The corner of the old man's mouth turned up and he sneered: "The second level of the body-building realm! The third level of the body-forging realm! In fact, they can be merged into one realm to train their courage and lay the foundation for the higher copper-skin realm and iron-bone realm!"

The old man's eyes were dark and unclear, "Your physical body is actually far beyond ordinary martial arts. But I still say the same thing! Do you want to learn boxing from me? Become the strongest pure martial artist in the first five floors of heaven and earth!"

Meng You gritted his teeth, nodded with all his strength, and said without hesitation: "Yes!"

The old man laughed loudly and said: "Stop talking nonsense, just grit your teeth and tuck your tail between your legs and bow your head to me. For those who practice martial arts, my first choice is their character! You are still far behind! You are not even qualified to be my apprentice." It’s not achieved!”

"Stop talking nonsense! Stand up!"

As soon as Meng You stood up, the old man's fist came towards him!

It seemed like a punch, but in the end there were two bangs.

An instant later, Meng You flew out again!
The old man looked strange and laughed loudly: "This is what my master realized from forging iron tools. If you want to forge a good piece of iron, why should you stop hammering it for thousands of times? Swinging a hammer is the same as punching. One punch needs to be higher than the other. , no matter whether you are an invincible Buddhist Vajra or a Taoist Immaculate Glazed Body, you will have to endure countless hardships in front of my boxing techniques!"

"Kid, remember, this punch is called 'Thunder' and it was made by an ordinary blacksmith!"

Old Uncle Song didn't care whether the young man listened or not. Then he hit Meng You with ten consecutive punches one after another. Meng You never hit the ground and was flying up and down like catkins in the sky!
After retracting his fist, the old man smiled strangely.

Then in an instant, Meng You, who had just landed, suddenly started to bleed from all his orifices, fell to the ground, and began to roll.

Meng You bit his lip to prevent himself from crying out in pain!
"How is it? Does it taste good?"

The old man looked at the young man with a dazed expression.

When I was learning boxing back then, I was fed the fists by my master in the same way!
It's just that his master was not at the same level as him at the time, but even so, the village boy back then still burst into tears every day!
Old Uncle Song smiled slightly. The original baby now has an apprentice. He believes that his apprentice will definitely be better than his master in the future!
The truth is simple, hard work never comes in vain!
The old man quietly observed the subtle changes in the qi within the young man's body, and continued: "Martial arts, martial arts, are also great ways! Martial arts in the world all rely on the two qi of life and death in the body as their support, but you are born with a balance between life and death. You should be extremely ordinary. You’re useless, but I just don’t believe in evil!”

"After I passed away in person, all my energy and spirit have been scattered. I have been sitting on the top of the East China Sea for ten years, watching the knights and knights in the world of martial arts facing the waves with their bodies every day. Day after day, I have changed. Batch after batch, but my warrior spirit has never changed!! Just like the waves behind push the waves ahead, one wave is higher than the other, and each wave is newer than the other!"

"So this punch from me is called 'Back Wave'!"

Another punch hit Meng You who didn't know whether to live or die!

"Don't sleep! Keep your eyes wide open and watch me carefully!"

After Old Man Song shouted loudly, he held his back with one hand and flicked his finger at Meng You's blood-covered body with the other hand, "Thousands of years in the Spring and Autumn Period, there are countless national wars that can be recorded in the annals of history! Great Chu's euphorbia warriors, Great Qin's Meng family's heavy cavalry, I once sat on the top of the mountain to watch their national battles with the soldiers of the Wei Dynasty and the Han army of the Great Yan River. Over the millennia, I have made continuous progress and created this punch! Thousands of armies carved formations!"

Every time the old man casually flicked his fingers, Meng You had to break a rib.

This was the first time Meng You cried out in pain.After just one sound, Meng You completely passed out.

The old man carried Meng You with one hand and slowly went down the mountain!
This time, his tendons were broken and his bones were broken. Meng You lay in bed for three whole months, having to bear the pain of the fist breaking his body every day!
Then another ten days.

In this ten days, the catastrophe suffered has become even more tragic.

Among them, the old man asked Meng You to peel and cramp the skin himself and do it with his own hands!

Ten days later, another half a year.

Before he was skinned and cramped, Old Man Song punched him completely again without missing a beat!

In those six months, Meng You not only had to endure physical pain, but in his mind, there was an image of his trembling hands, holding the short knife lent to him by Su Xiaotong, peeling the skin and cramping with his own hands!

Fortunately, Meng You survived, and after recovering and being asked about boxing a few more times, Old Man Song finally nodded and agreed that he could now start practicing boxing properly.

For a whole year and four months, he lay motionless in bed like a disabled person.

Even though he was tortured every day and wanted to die immediately, Old Uncle Song still did not let go of this time. Every day, the little Taoist priest sat by the bed with different books and read to Meng You!

Cultivate your mind!

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Meng You walked to the thatched house next door. A pair of master and apprentice had started a new business a year ago.

It was not because of anything else, but because the young monk could always see Meng You's miserable appearance every three days. Later, even when he saw Old Man Song, he was trembling with fear. The senior monk had no choice but to take Meng You with him. The apprentice built a shabby thatched hut next to it.

The great monk was lying on the rocking chair drinking wine. When he saw Meng You coming, he was also surprised.

Meng You asked the great monk for a pot of wine and took a big sip!

"It is said in the book that the beauty gave me a golden knife, so why should I repay Ying Qiong Yao! The wine is delicious, but these words are even more beautiful!"

"Oh, it's only been a few days since I last saw you, why have you become so sour?"

"My ears and eyes are influenced by it. The more I listen, the more I will naturally know something." Meng You drank wine and said softly: "Is there really nothing that can be done about my mother-in-law's body?"

The great monk shook his head.

Meng You also took a sip of wine.

The great monk looked at the young man's body, and with the help of the moonlight, bursts of peaceful light emitted!

The great monk smiled and said softly: "Brother Song's fist training not only tempers your body, but also tempers your mind with the surging fist power. Your current appearance is indeed better than that of the Hungry Wolf Valley." It comes out more likeable.”

Meng You smiled, his eyes unwavering.

The suffering of this year and four months is far beyond what can be experienced in the heavy cavalry camp.

Not even one ten thousandth.

"When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow, I'm not in a hurry. Unlike Brother Song, I have to leave overnight."

Yes, they are going to Shushan tonight.

"Although Brother Song said he wouldn't let you go and see her off, and said he couldn't bear to see the pretentious look when saying goodbye, I still feel that I have to go and have a look, say what needs to be said, and do what needs to be done."

Meng You drank the contents of the wine bottle in one gulp, and with the help of the wine, he caught up with the carriage that was about to leave!
Su Xiaotong, who was driving the carriage, saw Meng You and stopped the carriage.

"Master, I want to answer your previous question!"

Old Uncle Song did not show up, and only the voice came from the carriage: "What a stupid answer! You have only seen so much of the world! Hurry up and join me, and when you think you have seen enough, come back and give me an answer!"

Meng You grinned, slowly took out a delicate short knife from his waist, and stared at Su Xiaotong without dodge!
Su Xiaotong's eyes widened: "Do what?"

"Return it to you." Meng You's cheeks were a little red, whether because he was drunk or shy, "You said, as long as I come back alive, this knife must be returned to you!"

"If you want to pay me back, go to Shushan and pay me back in person!"

Su Xiaotong whipped the riding whip in his hand, and the carriage missed Meng You's body and slowly headed into the distance!

Meng You stood there, watching the carriage going away, and finally plucked up the courage to shout loudly!
"Whether it is three years, five years or ten years, I will definitely go to Shushan to find you!"

Su Xiaotong, who was driving the carriage, had a smile on his lips.

Old Uncle Song, who was sitting in the carriage, was furious. How could this bastard not be half as shameless as himself at such a critical moment?
The old woman hugged Zhao Lixia, who was sleeping deeply, with a relieved smile on her face.

This separation is thousands of miles away, and I don’t know when we will see each other again.

I don’t know if my body can wait until the day when he and the girl meet again!

(End of this chapter)