"As long as the ring moves in sync with the fist, that's all that's needed..."
When Ling Wei threw the iron ring into Chen Yang's arms, he muttered to himself and couldn't wait to start practicing.
Although he was injured and had just been punched by Ling Wei, most likely another rib was broken.
But Chen Yang doesn’t care.
The worst that can happen is death. As long as you don’t die, just practice until you die.
Without any sense of ceremony, Chen Yang immediately started struggling with the iron ring in the backyard.
Ling Wei had no intention of giving him any instructions, as if she just enjoyed watching him practice blindly.
She walked into the room and took out a big watermelon from the refrigerator.
Click!
A single-handed chop.
The powerful internal force directly shook the watermelon apart, forming two perfect halves.
Taking out a spoon, Ling Wei carried the two halves of watermelon to the backyard.
"Xiao Huan, do you want some watermelon?"
“I want to eat!”
Qin Xiaohuan giggled, took the half watermelon that was bigger than her face from Ling Wei, held it in her arms with satisfaction, ate it with a spoon, and watched her father practicing martial arts in the yard while eating.
Ling Wei also slowly sat down beside her, eating melon and talking to her.
One big and one small, Ling Wei and Xiao Huan sat shoulder to shoulder on the corridor.
Both of their feet were hanging in the air, swinging back and forth rhythmically, looking extremely cute for a moment.
But all this has no effect on Chen Yang.
Whether it is a woman or a daughter, it will not affect his pursuit of martial arts.
…
There is no sun or moon in cultivation.
In the blink of an eye, it was late at night.
The two, one big and one small, were sitting on the corridor eating watermelon with great enthusiasm at first, but in the end they fell asleep shoulder to shoulder.
Chen Yang gasped and dropped the iron ring to the ground with a clang.
From the time he came back at six o'clock last night, it is now three o'clock in the morning.
He practiced for nearly nine hours in one go.
It's tiring, it's crazy, and it's ridiculous.
He is in his thirties and still working hard.
If a young man in his twenties saw this, he would just laugh at him for being childish.
"What are you still doing when you're over 30?"
"There's no point, uncle!"
"Just accept your fate!"
Voices that existed only in fantasy kept ringing in Chen Yang's mind one after another. He tried hard to exclude them because he knew that these were the turbidity of the heart, or the inner demons.
After resting for a while, Chen Yang calmed down and dragged his tired body to Ling Wei.
Xiao Huan was already fast asleep. She hugged Ling Wei's shoulders tightly, with her little head completely buried in her gentle embrace.
Ling Wei unconsciously hugged Xiao Huan gently.
Chen Yang squatted down gently and looked at the two of them.
"It would be great if you were Xiao Huan's mother."
For no reason, Chen Yang sighed softly, then silently picked up his daughter and turned into the house.
…
In the next few days, Chen Yang practiced diligently in the villa halfway up the mountain.
Xingyiquan is divided into 36 basic forms and 72 variations. Chen Yang wanted to practice the 36 basic forms first before talking about finding a martial arts school.
Ling Wei has been with him these days, and she took the time to help Xiao Huan find a new school and even drove her to school personally.
Chen Yang was very grateful for what she did.
He has been taking care of his daughter since she was a child, and he knows how troublesome it is to raise a child.
But even for such an unrelated girl, Ling Wei did everything a mother should do.
In fact, every day Ling Wei not only picks up and drops off the children, but also cooks for Chen Yang, does laundry, and cleans the room. Every night after Chen Yang is exhausted from training, she comes to the room to give Chen Yang a soothing massage.
Her actions made Chen Yang feel extremely magical.
This is not the eldest lady of Longmen, she is more like a maid of Longmen.
It wasn't until five days later, it was another evening.
“Huh!”
In the backyard, Chen Yang was shirtless and punched forward fiercely!
After this period of training, his muscles have become extremely muscular.
As the punch was thrown, the nine iron rings on the arm suddenly moved forward together.
Bang!
A clear and orderly sound was heard, and Chen Yang looked at his arm in disbelief.
There, the nine iron rings were perfectly tightened together for the first time!
This was the first time he had managed to release his energy after nearly a week of hard training day and night, successfully pulling the nine iron rings together!
"Have you mastered it?"
Chen Yang felt excited, but relaxed for just a second.
clang.
The heavy iron ring on his arm loosened again.
“Oh no!”
Chen Yang thought to himself that something was wrong and quickly adjusted his stance and punched again.
“Huh!”
“Huh!”
“Huh!”
He repeated the same routine three times in a row, but to Chen Yang's annoyance, the iron ring on his hand was never tightened again!
"Why is it not working?"
Chen Yang was anxious and wanted to try again.
suddenly.
Ling Wei, who was sitting on the corridor, spoke softly:
"At this point, it's time to stop and stop doing anything reckless."
She rarely guides Chen Yang.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, Chen Yang knew that he had definitely reached the critical point of cultivation.
After wiping the sweat off his face with a towel, Chen Yang put on a vest and sat down on the corridor. Next to Ling Wei was a fruit plate filled with cherries.
"Come on, open your mouth."
As soon as Chen Yang sat down, Ling Wei picked up one with one hand and put it to his mouth.
The corridor, the evening breeze, the sunset, and her.
To be honest, Chen Yang would be satisfied even if he died at this moment.
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