Treading Blood to Sky’s End Chapter 10: It exploded, it exploded

Zhang Tianliu was woken up by Tang Jingcheng. When he opened his eyes, he saw Tang Jingcheng holding a cigarette case and staring at him coldly.

Zhang Tianliu rubbed his neck and squinted his eyes: "It feels uncomfortable."

"If there is a next time, the sentence will be increased by three years."

"More uncomfortable."

Tang Jingcheng didn't say anything, put away his barrier and went to practice Qi.

He has opened the Qi gate, and every time Zhang Tianliu uses Qigong, he can see a weak Qi hovering in his Dantian, but there is never a ray of gold flowing into the tendons.

Looking at Hou Zaizi, who is only eleven years old, the Qi in his body can already swim in the meridians. It consists of ten golden threads traveling through the limbs, and finally returns to the Dantian. Repeatedly, the Qi in the Dantian will gradually solidify.

Hou Xiangshan's Qi is three times stronger than that of his son. Based on what Zhang Tianliu heard recently, Hou Xiangshan is at the third level of awakening, which is equivalent to having thirty years of Qi cultivation. Last night, outside the hut, Zhao Anxiao said When she opens her stance, her Qi is even better than Hou Xiangshan's, with at least forty years of skill. However, her Qi is not in the form of gold threads, but black water!

It can be seen from this that although Hou Zaizi's ten golden threads are equivalent to the door to the palace of "opening up" sleep, they do not mean opening up to sleep.

The shape of qi varies from person to person and is directly related to the practice. How many years of practice is just a description, or a rough measurement of true qi in this world. For ordinary people to practice, it takes thirty years to practice without relying on any external force. For thirty years, even if I cultivate like this until I die of old age, I’m afraid I won’t be able to enter the palace of “returning to true nature”!

Zhao Anxiao must have taken injections and taken medicine. Hou Xiangshan should practice normally. Hou Zaizi was able to wake up at the age of ten. It was Hou Xiangshan who spent his savings.

Tang Jingcheng is very hardworking. He does not need to retreat every day to open his Qi. He only needs to breathe for two hours in the morning and start practicing boxing in the afternoon.

Sword boxing only has seven postures, but it combines steps, leg skills, knee, elbow and waist strength. Of course, any kung fu is inseparable from these. Only by gathering the strength of the whole body into the fist can the power be reflected.

However, the sword fist does not use all the strength, only 50% of the moves are used, and the remaining energy is used to avoid moves and combos.

"Xingyi Quan, also known as Xinyi Liuhe Quan, means that the heart and the mind are combined, the intention and the Qi are combined, the Qi and the force are combined, the shoulders and the hips are combined, the elbows and the knees are combined, the hands and the feet are combined..."

While Tang Jingcheng was practicing boxing, Zhang Tianliu was chattering beside him, raising his hands and slapping his knees from time to time, posing in a posture to disturb Tang Jingcheng.

"Additional five years to the sentence."

"I'm reminding you that the things from our ancestors may not be useless. If you can combine them with true energy, you may become a great master."

"Can you."

"No."

"Don't stop talking nonsense."

Tang Jingcheng scolded angrily and continued to practice boxing.

Although he was dissatisfied with Zhang Tianliu's interference, Zhang Tianliu was right. He had secretly practiced his grappling techniques as early as when he was practicing sword and boxing.

Hou Xiangshan was very satisfied with Tang Jingcheng's hard work, especially since Tang Jingcheng had mastered the sense of Qi at the age of thirty. After opening the Qi door, Hou Xiangshan really taught this student with his heart.

"That's it for today. After dinner, go to the bathroom to take a medicinal bath for an hour, then go and rest."

Hou Xiangshan made more and more arrangements, not only practicing qi and boxing, but also medicated food and baths. Of course, it was also expensive. With such consumption, the little money given by the Zhao family could not last for two months.

In the bathroom, Zhang Tianliu lay in the tub, spread out a linen-like towel, covered his face comfortably with his eyes closed and said, "Do you allow me to take a leave?"

The water he soaked in was ordinary hot water, which was crystal clear except for the fog, while the water in the other bucket was turbid and exuded a pungent medicinal smell.

Tang Jingcheng soaked in it and replied: "Dreaming."

"I am not trying to escape, but I want to know the other people." The other people in Zhang Tianliu's mouth refer to the other time-travelers.

One or two hundred people came through time, and in the end only two of them were left. Where did the others go? Did they go together or separately? How many batches were they divided into? Where did Tang Jingcheng's two colleagues go? No one wanted to know more than he did.

If there hadn’t been that rain, there might still be traces that could be traced, but unfortunately they were ruined.

"Although Quelong Mountain is very big, Lianshan City is only five days away from the crash site. The road is not easy to walk, but there may be people coming here. Don't you want to meet them?"

Pulling off the linen towel, he glanced at Tang Jingcheng and saw that he had no intention of speaking. Zhang Tianliu continued: "Someone among us must stand up and enforce the rules, otherwise everyone is a potential bomb. No matter how capable we are, How powerful.”

"I will accompany you at noon tomorrow."

After listening to Tang Jingcheng's words, Zhang Tianliu covered his face with the linen towel again, hiding his evil smile.

At noon the next day, Zhang Tianliu walked on the street, looking here and there, sometimes going into a grocery store to chat with the shopkeeper, and sometimes squatting on the corner to smoke. Tang Jingcheng followed him all the way, silently.

"It's not a strange thing to say. Just two days ago, a group of people in strange clothes were turned away from the city. I heard that they caused quite a stir and two people died." The shopkeeper of the shoe store said to Zhang Tianliu .

While trying on the shoes, Zhang Tianliu said: "This won't work. What I want is a story about monsters and monsters. It's best to be about a man and a monster falling in love, a fox falling in love with a human, a snake marrying a human, etc. Only by writing this kind of story can we be successful in the world. Our nine songs are best-sellers.”

"I have long heard that Jiu Ge only talks about men and women, but I didn't expect that it has reached such a level, shemale! Tsk tsk..."

The shopkeeper was still sighing, and Tang Jingcheng, who had been silent all this time, finally asked: "What do those people in strange clothes look like?"

"Well..." the shopkeeper thought for a moment and said, "I heard it's quite strange. There is someone with less than half an inch of hair, no different from a bald head, but she is a woman! Some people have disheveled hair and small silver rings all over their ears. The face is heavily made up, but it’s a man! Don’t you think it’s strange?”

Hearing this, Zhang Tianliu and Tang Jingcheng both had one word in their hearts: "Band!"

One of the passengers on the plane was in a band with a person with this image. They looked for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com, but they had never been in contact with each other and didn’t know each other well.

"Where did the person die?" Tang Jingcheng asked again.

"Officers and soldiers! Those who were killed by those weirdos during the investigation were heard to have their heads shattered. How cruel. Fortunately, they ran away after killing the people and did not enter the city to cause harm. Now the county magistrate is sending people out of the city. I’m hunting, but I’m afraid it’s just like the bandits, just for show, alas…”

When Zhang Tianliu and Tang Jingcheng walked out of the shoe store, the first words out of Zhang Tianliu's mouth were: "Blow up, blow up."

Tang Jingcheng's face was solemn and he ignored Zhang Tianliu. He looked at the time and hurried to the boxing gym. Zhang Tianliu had no choice but to follow.

After that, Tang Jingcheng’s practice changed from diligent to crazy.

His powerful physical abilities were unleashed like crazy. Without the need for true energy, he could punch to pieces a stone pile that Hou Xiangshan could not destroy even with his true energy.

In the most prestigious restaurant in Lianshan City.

Lv Taiyong, who looks only about thirty but is actually fifty, cannot show the slightest interest in the delicacies in front of him.

"Master Lu, isn't it to your liking?" Lianshan County Magistrate looked at Lu Taiyong with some worry in his eyes. It wasn't that Master Lu didn't want to eat and was worried about starving him, but the conversation that might happen next!

"Can this dish be converted into food enough to feed the people of Lianshan?"

"Coming!"

The county magistrate sighed in his heart and said helplessly: "Master Lu doesn't know something. This table mountain treasure is indeed worth a lot of money on the outside, but in our mountains it is everywhere."

Lu Taiyong's expression remained unchanged and he said: "It's everywhere! Oh, then why are the people in Lianshan still so poor?"

“It’s difficult to travel on trade routes, Lord!” the county magistrate said with tears in his eyes!