Special Years

The next day, Zhuang Yan got up early in the morning and ran to the back mountain at 4:50 to find Yang Songlin at the agreed time.

When I went to the appointed place, I saw Yang Songlin cooking something under the tree as soon as I came out of the thatched grass.

, walked in and took a look, only to find that Yang Songlin did not know where to find a clay pot, erected it with bricks, and cooked with branches.

As Zhuang Yan approached, he smelled a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine in his nose.

"Old Yang, what are you cooking?"

Yang Songlin looked at the fire with all his attention and said, "Potion."

Zhuang Yan wondered: "Do you still have to take medicine to practice your kung fu? Is it some kind of elixir to enhance your kung fu?"

Immediately in his mind, those heroes in the martial arts often had adventures before they became famous, either they encountered peerless masters, or they accidentally took some panacea.

Just like the silly boy Guo Jing in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", didn't he kill a snake that someone else had raised for many years and drank his blood, so his skill increased greatly?

Looking at Zhuang Yan's mysterious and miraculous look of anticipation, Yang Songlin couldn't help but say, "Where did you think of it? This is a topical medicine, it's for you to wipe your hands after punching the sandbag, to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, it's from our family. The ancestral secret recipe, when I was a child until now, I have to soak this thing after I practice."

Zhuang Yan said: "After a long time, I thought it was for drinking."

Yang Songlin said, "No, this medicine contains strychnine, which is highly poisonous. It will kill you if you drink it."

After speaking, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Zhuang Yan.

"Here, this is the recipe. In the future, even if we don't practice together, you can grab the medicine yourself, and take it according to the weight in the recipe. Remember not to mess around, and don't add the weight randomly. Remember not to splash in your eyes. Don't drink it, it's really poisonous."

Zhuang Yan was dumbfounded, took the prescription and glanced at it, there were some names of Chinese medicines that he didn't know at all, and one of them was really strychnine.

He secretly muttered in his heart, poisonous? Poisonous and dare to use it to wipe your hands?

Although he was apprehensive, he still put the recipe in his trousers pocket.

Now, since he learned hard qigong from Lao Yang, he can only trust Lao Yang.

So he asked, "Old Yang, where did you get these things?"

Yang Songlin said: "The boss in the cooking class, I gave him money, and asked him to buy medicine for me when he went out to buy vegetables. He is my hometown."

Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "Sure enough, there are people in the DPRK who can do things well."

On this day, Zhuang Yan began to learn hard skills under the guidance of Yang Songlin.

The sandbag full of sand was really deadly, and after Zhuang Yan played for a long time in the morning, his fist really swelled up.

However, he was surprised to find that using Yang Songlin's potion to wipe his hands was actually much easier to use than the bone-setting water. At night, the swelling was completely gone.

This made Zhuang Yan, a man who had always lived in the city and believed in Western medicine and modern science, almost dropped his jaw, completely subverting his three views.

In addition, Yang Songlin also taught Zhuang Yan how to practice Qi.

At the beginning, Zhuang Yan felt that what Yang Songlin said was a bit rambunctious, what Qi gathered in his dantian, then ran Zhoutian, and then sank into his dantian...

On the first day of practice, solemnity was of no use.

Yang Songlin sits under the tree like an old monk entering meditation. According to him, early morning is the best time to practice Qigong, and it must be in the wild, because everything in the wild is full of spiritual energy, which is beneficial to Qi practice.

Anyway, Zhuang Yan's internal skills have not progressed much, but his fist skills are increasing day by day. During the days with Yang Songlin, Zhuang Yan practiced to the end, and he was able to break bricks with his fists!

This is a fortuitous encounter of Zhuang Yan in the teaching team, but he also obeyed Yang Songlin's words to explain himself, that is, he is not allowed to mention this matter to others.

Zhuang Yan thought, maybe Yang Songlin really had urine, so he was afraid that others would know.

Once they know it, they all come to him to apprentice. It is estimated that he doesn't need to be a soldier anymore, and he will switch to apprenticeship directly in the army.

It's been an eventful summer.

In the middle of the year, the students of the teaching team gradually became familiar with the environment, and the students who were originally soldiers in the first year also began to feel the taste of soldiers and became oily.

Everyone began to think that the rank of private with only a small thin bar on their shoulders was not stylish enough, so they urged the veterans to give the ranks of first class, corporal, and even sergeant, and hung them on their shoulders for a time of veteran addiction.

Majesty is no exception.

He wears the rank of sergeant, which he asked for from Luo Xiaoming.

The opposite of the recruits are the coaches and squad leaders who coach the team.

These old squad leaders seemed to have seen through everything, and they began to love the rank of private soldier, which had only one thin bar and was so simple and pure.

This phenomenon reminded Zhuang Yan of the words in some books he had read before.

They say what is missing.

Recruits lack the fuel of veterans, so they desperately want to fuel themselves and become veterans.

The veterans felt that they were about to leave the army, and they felt a little reluctant in their hearts, but because of the status of the squad leader and the dignity of men, they were unwilling to say it. Violating the military regulations, I found a trace of the youthful feeling when I first joined the army.

In fact, this strange behavior is similar to some fashionable phenomena in the society. The young like to pretend to be mature, and the mature like to pretend to be tender.

So, in that July, some strange changes took place in the teaching brigade.

I often see a very strange scene during the assembly - an old haha ​​private standing in front of the queue shouting passwords, and the queue is full of first class, corporal, sergeant, this kind of funny and weird thing lasts for a long time. Time, until Zhou Huping, the captain of the weird squadron, suddenly felt that something was wrong with the team in front of him after calling his name one day.

After observing it carefully, he said angrily: "Damn, you've all adjusted your own ranks? Don't the squad leader want to be the squad leader? Want to be a private? How come the privates have become corporal and sergeant? That's the shit. How many years have you been a soldier?"

Seeing that the captain was angry, everyone quickly transferred the rank back the next day, and it was finally not as weird as before.

In the summer of that year, a lot of things happened in the teaching brigade, and a lot of things happened in the third-district team.

Finally, the list of the military academy came out. Many squad leaders of the teaching brigade were on the list, and they were admitted to the Army Academy with excellent results.

Those who go to school do not leave until August, so July has become the last carnival time for these paramilitary students in the former army.

During that time, among the squad leaders, people were often invited to drink in Laoyou's shop.

That night ~www.novelmt.com~ solemnly stood at the first guard, and an hour after the lights went out, he suddenly saw a dark figure running towards him.

"Stop! Password!"

Zhuang Yan immediately turned the muzzle forward, opened the safety and loaded the bullet.

"Wind! Return order!"

"Stone!"

"Male Gobi! Solemn, hurry up and find two people to help!" The people who came ran to the barracks' lights.

Looking solemnly, it was actually the eighth squad leader Qian Zhongjun!

"Squad leader eight, what happened?"

Looking at Qian Zhongjun, who was sweating profusely and still wearing a vest, Zhuang Yan estimated that he was in trouble.

He thought to himself that there have been enough **** things recently, so don't make any more fuss.