Chapter 1 Self-Improvement

(The book is published, the book is published, everyone come to collect and vote)

The sky was bright and silent.

Most of the people in Xiaohu Town were still sleeping, but Chen Zong quickly opened his eyes, twisted his body like a loach, got out of the quilt and landed quietly. Heavy iron sheets were tied to each of the waist and back, and the door was opened and closed lightly.

The light outside was dim and silent. He took a deep breath of fresh air and slowly spit it out. The slightest coolness hovered in his chest, which made Chen Zong refreshed and ran forward after moving his hands and feet.

The heavy iron pieces on his body weighed 30 kilograms, which Chen Zong carried every day. He was still panting when he ran a few hundred meters, but he gritted his teeth and held back his perseverance.

No pain No gain.

Run to the small lake, stop, rest for a few minutes, and continue to run around the lake with both legs.

The small lake is more than 1,600 meters in a circle, and it takes about ten minutes to run down with a load of 30 pounds. After running three laps in a row, Chen Zong is soaked with sweat, and the whole body looks like he has just been salvaged from the water, and his skin is red. , He was hot all over, his heart was beating wildly like a big drum, and his breathing was as violent as a big bellows being pulled in a blacksmith's shop.

The morning sun rose, and the first rays of light shone on Chen Zong's face, interweaving and reflecting with the sweat, the rays of sunshine filled the air, full of vigor and vitality.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong's feet are shoulder-width apart, his front legs are bent, his back knees are almost touching the ground, his heels are raised, and the soles of his feet are firmly on the ground. The tiger's claw is in front of the eyes and is flush with the eyes, the right hand is clenched into a fist and it is close to the chin at the back, and the palm of the hand is straight in front and back, like a tiger entrenched, his face is cold, and his eyes become condensed and sharp.

ready.

"what!"

The exhalation sounded like a spring thunder, and the low-lying body suddenly moved forward, the waist exerted force, and the back was undulating, as if to rush forward.

Tiger Force Boxing, one of the three foundation-building martial arts of the Chen family, imitates the action of a fierce tiger, with a total of five poses. Once you have mastered it, you can exercise 50 percent of your body. It can be used as a method to exercise your physique and strengthen your blood, and it can also be used as a means of attack and defense. Chen Zongxi It has been two and a half years since I practiced, and I have basically mastered the five forms.

The five forms of Tiger Force Boxing were performed in a continuous manner, and the punches generated wind. Chen Zong stood up with his fists closed, his back straight, and he exhaled a long breath.

"Starting with a tiger squatting style, ending with a tiger violent style, playing the wind, still in small success, I don't know when will it be completed?"

Martial arts can be divided into entry, small success, great success and even perfection.

It only takes time and hard work to achieve a great success, and to achieve success requires comprehension of the essence of martial arts and mastery of the essence.

Tiger Force Boxing is divided into four levels: tiger shape, tiger sound, tiger roar, and tiger posture, corresponding to entry, small success, great success, and perfection.

Tiger shape, refers to the ability to skillfully perform the five forms of tiger power boxing, and on the surface, it has a posture like a fierce tiger, its power is very weak, and it is almost an empty shelf.

The sound of the tiger can be used in a very coherent display of tiger force boxing. With a certain power, it can make a subtle wind sound, like a tiger roaring.

Tiger Roar, has been able to fully exert the power of Tiger Force Boxing, under the display, like a tiger standing in front of him with his mouth open and roaring, the momentum is amazing.

As for the tiger force, Chen Zong has not yet understood what it is, because no one in the entire family has cultivated the tiger force boxing method to the perfect state.

"For ordinary people to practice foundation building martial arts, three months can be used to start, one year can be small, and three years are complete, but it took me two years to reach small, and the progress is slow." Chen Zong whispered to himself, full of unwillingness. : "This abominable innate lack of blood qi made me practice hard for two and a half years, not only delaying the advancement of martial arts, but also only reaching the first level of qi and blood. So, how can I participate in the clan warrior battle in a month? How? Entering the clan hall? How can I find the medicine for my daddy?"

Thinking of the children of the family who practiced martial arts at the same time as him, now they are not at the third level of Qi and blood, but at least they have reached the second level of Qi and blood.

Chen Zong was full of unwillingness.

"If it wasn't for the lack of blood energy..." Thinking of this, Chen Zong was a little dazed.

Back then, when he was still in the womb, he was attacked by monsters with fetal qi, which made it difficult to give birth. His mother sacrificed herself to save him. Even so, Chen Zong also suffered from the root cause of congenital lack of blood qi.

Even though the lack of innate blood qi seriously delayed the progress of martial arts, Chen Zong never resented it, but it was inevitable that he would sometimes feel irritable. He clearly worked several times more than others, but he was far behind others because of the lack of innate blood qi.

"If I can't do it once, I'll do it twice. If I can't do it twice, I'll do it three times. Dad said, people, you have to be self-improvement. I'm just slower than others. , Chen Zong put on the tiger squatting pose again, and practiced again.

Fate is like this, but why?

Only stand up and fight and keep improving.

Tiger squatting, tiger rushing, tiger turning, tiger leaping, tiger violence, each of the five movements was done with all one's strength, the blood was surging all over the body, the skin was red, the sweat continued to seep out and soaked the gray coarse cloth shirt, leaving many footprints on the ground , criss-cross.

The morning sun rises, and the golden light shines all over the earth, awakening all vitality.

After three times of Tiger Force Boxing in a row, Chen Zong had to stop, his limbs twitched uncontrollably, and he felt as if the muscles on his body were being torn, and the pain was like a wave after wave of tidal waves.

"It's not enough, keep practicing."

Chen Zong gritted his teeth and stretched his hands and feet with difficulty to assume the tiger squatting pose again.

"I have to become stronger, I have to become a martial artist, I have to go beyond the realm of qi and blood. Only in this way can I find a precious medicine to cure Dad and restore Dad to his cultivation."

The severe pain made Chen Zong bulge with blue veins on his forehead and his face twisted and twitched, but his incomparably strong will was forcibly supported, and he once again assumed the tiger squatting pose, strength accumulation, and tiger rushing pose.

Every day, Chen Zong exercised himself like this and tried his best to tap his potential.

After the fourth training session, Chen Zong could no longer support lying on the ground. He twitched all over his body. It seemed that his body was not his own.

On the way home, a familiar figure walked in front of him. His cheeks were thin and slightly vicissitudes. He was dressed in a gray coarse shirt, with hemp ropes on his shoulders, and a hatchet at his waist. He walked firmly. It was his father, Chen Zhengtang.

"The porridge is ready, eat it while it's hot." Seeing Chen Zong, Chen Zhengtang said as usual: "Practice martial arts to relax and not overdo it."

"Don't worry, Dad, I will pay attention." Chen Zong smiled, facing the rising sun, there was a kind of vigorous light.

Nodding, Chen Zhengtang walked past Chen Zong, Chen Zong looked back and stared at Dad, who was not as strong and thin as before, still so straight until he disappeared around the corner.

The Chen family is a big family in Xiaohu Town, with a population of several hundred. They use up a lot of firewood, rice, oil, and salt every day.

Dad Chen Zhengtang used to be the number one warrior in the family, but in order to find a treasure for himself to replenish his blood, so that he could practice martial arts better, compete with monsters, he was seriously injured, his blood and blood declined, and he lost his cultivation. For an ordinary person, he has also left the root of a disease.

It stands to reason that Dad has made great contributions to the family. He who has lost his cultivation base is eligible to enjoy the support of the family, but Dad is just like his name, upright and upright.

He said that he just lost his cultivation, not that he was too disabled to move, how could he enjoy the family's support with peace of mind.

Without cultivation, it is impossible to go into the mountains to find herbs and hunt, so he does some work within his ability in exchange for compensation, and supports himself and his son, such as chopping trees and wood.

Chen Zhengtang taught Chen Zong with his own practical actions, and influenced him all the time.

Life is endless, self-improvement is endless!

After eating the meat porridge and washing the pots and bowls, Chen Zong read books while resting, practicing martial arts can strengthen his body, master powerful martial arts, and reading books can accumulate knowledge and enrich his heart.

"Brother Zong... Brother Zong... something is bad." A young man rushed in from the outside in a hurry and shouted.

"What's so urgent." Chen Zong put down the book and looked at it with a smile.

He is dressed in a cyan coarse military uniform, with a handsome face and bright eyes. His name is Chen Yiming, he is more than a year younger than him. His father and daddy have a good relationship.

"Today's energy pills were changed just now, and your share was taken away by Chen Zhigang, Brother Zong." Chen Yiming said breathlessly, his face full of anger.

The energy pills are made from the essence of five grains mixed with a little herbal essence. It contains rich power and has obvious auxiliary effects on the cultivation of martial disciples from the first to third layers of Qi and blood. It is very valuable. The month provides one pill to the younger generation for free.

"Let's not talk about this, what's going on with your eyes?" Chen Zong's heart suddenly burst, but he pointed at the bruise on Chen Yiming's left eye and asked in a condensed voice.

"I saw that Chen Zhigang had taken Brother Zong's energy pill, and I wanted to get it back, but was attacked by Chen Zhongjie's grandson." Chen Yiming said nonchalantly: "If it wasn't for the sneak attack, then the grandson would not be my opponent at all."

"Aren't the energy pills only issued in the afternoon? Besides, don't you have to be present in person to receive them?" Chen Zong asked in a deep voice, anger surrounding his chest, because Chen Yiming was injured, because the energy pills that belonged to him were take away.

"It used to be true, but the person in charge of distributing the energy pills has been replaced. It is Chen Zhigang's uncle. He said... He said that Zong-ge, you have cultivated for two and a half years, and your cultivation is only at the first level of blood and blood, and it is no different from waste. It’s a waste to give you the pill, so I gave it to Chen Zhigang.” Chen Yiming said bitterly: “This damn guy, because Chen Zhigang’s father is the number one warrior in the family, I don’t know how many injustices he has done.”

Hearing this, Chen Zong was more angry, but his voice was extremely cold: "Perhaps a single energy pill can't make me make much progress, but without that energy pill, my progress will be slower, and this approach is equivalent to cutting me off. the way forward.”

"Brother Zong, you have to be calm, and don't go to Chen Zhigang." Looking at Chen Zong whose chest was rising and falling, Chen Yiming said quickly: "Chen Zhigang not only reached the peak of the third level of Qi and Blood, I heard that his tiger force boxing technique It also made a breakthrough a few days ago and reached a great success."

"Don't worry, I won't act recklessly." Chen Zong took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He knew very well that no matter how angry he was, it would be of no use. It just plummeted, and no one was up to justice. If he impulsively asked Chen Zhigang to settle the account, and he was injured, it would undoubtedly increase the burden on Dad.

"I'll endure it now, but I won't let it go." Chen Zong secretly said.