Chapter 3 Refining the Body

When Gong Yi returned to his room after getting a general skill from his master, he suddenly fell into **. He felt that his limbs were as difficult to lift as lead, and his body was as tired as a violent exercise.

"It seems that this practice is really an individual work." Gong Yi sighed in his heart and then fell asleep unconsciously.

The next day, Gong Yi came to the master's room as early as yesterday. Zhao Weiyang took the lead in saying, "I thought about it carefully last night. Because of your age, you are a few years later than ordinary people's cultivation, so I decided to let you refine your body first."

"Oh?" Gong Yi doesn't seem to understand what the teacher means.

"Ha, although the defense of us martial arts practitioners mainly rely on our spiritual power to protect our skin, meridians, bones, and even internal organs, having a strong body can not only take defense to a higher level, but more importantly, we can also practice some more demanding physique in the future. Martial arts get twice the result with half the effort. Do you understand this?"

"Disciples understand." Gong Yi nodded as he was taught.

"Well, from today on, you run back and forth along the mountain road of Tiantai Sect every day, and then run the skills to absorb spiritual power. Remember, you must sit on the ground and run the skills immediately after running."

Gong Yi listened to it secretly. The mountain road of Tiantai Sect is at least more than ten miles, and it is really enough to run back and forth without rest. But now that I have made up my mind, I naturally can't back down. He nodded and immediately asked, "Master, under normal circumstances, how long will it take to reach the realm of first martial arts from practicing martial arts?" Although he had not practiced before, he also knew that reaching the realm of the first martial arts was the first way to see martial arts, so he asked urgently.

"It's hard to say," Zhao Weiyang thought for a moment and said, "Did the influence of personal qualifications, opportunities and efforts, ranging from four or five years to more than ten years, and even some people are limited by natural conditions and have not been able to reach the state of primary martial arts in their lives. As far as I know, in the history of cultivation in Daxia, the shortest time was a legend 300 years ago, which took only three years, and this is the only case in China. But it is said that it will take a year to achieve it in the middle of the continent, but it is unknown whether it is true or not.

Gong Yi was shocked. It seemed that this difficult day really took some time. Naturally, he would not think that he was a once-in-a-century genius, so he could only be prepared for long-term hard work.

At this time, Zhao Weiyang said again, "Three more days is your birthday, right?"

Gong Yi was surprised to hear this question: "How does Master know?"

"When you were one month old, I went to your house to congratulate you."

When Gong Yi heard the master mention the old things, he couldn't help but feel sad and almost burst into tears. Seeing this, Zhao Weiyang sighed in his heart and didn't say much. He made up his mind that he could not live up to Gonglin's desperate trust. Looking at Gong Yi, he said lightly, "Go and practice."

Gong Yi nodded and ran along the mountain road after saying goodbye to his master.

At the beginning, when he ran down the mountain, he naturally did not feel very tired. When he ran back to the foot of the mountain, it was not so easy. Before he ran up to one-third, he was already out of breath and his legs were almost numb, but he thought that this was only the first level of practice. If he couldn't stick to it, how to report it? How can you find the mother you have never met? He gritted his teeth and moved forward little by little, and then he moved almost step by step.

1 kilometer

nine hundred meters

......

100 meters

50 meters

......

Finally, Gong Yi drew an arc of joy at the corners of his mouth. "I persisted," he said silently in his heart. When he took the last step to the top of the mountain road, his legs softened and fell to the ground, panting. My heart beats wildly and my chest feels pain. He encouraged him to sit up and take out the practice of Tiantai Sect from his arms - Zhou Tian's Tips.

The front page of the book reads: "This book is written by the Tiantai sage, my Tiantai patriarch, but all the disciples of the Tiantai sect can study it. Those who practice my skills should not bully the weak and help them abuse them. It should be our responsibility to eliminate violence and save all people.

The book compares the meridians and acupuncture points of the human body to a big week, which means that spiritual power fills every part of the week, and then operates according to a certain rule to continuously improve your strength. Among them, some problems encountered in practicing this method and their solutions are introduced.

Gong Yi sat upright and began to open the acupuncture points according to his skills. He ran over and over again, and there was no response at the beginning. After an hour, a trace of weak spiritual power followed the middle acupuncture point of the middle fingertip of his hands to the palm of his hand, and his arms swam through the Lao Palace, Daling and other acupuncture points to Quze and Tianquan. Another hour passed, and the little finger had a weak spiritual action in the acupuncture point. Gong Yi was overjoyed, but later he was disappointed to find that there was no more spiritual power into his body. His heart was a little anxious. At this time, a gust of wind blew and lifted a page of the book placed in front of him. It was written on it: "Each person's fate is different. , don't be upset and eager to achieve success when practicing, otherwise the heavy will vomit blood and die, and the light will go crazy.

After looking at it, Gong Yi secretly shouted a fluke, hurriedly absorbed his mind, seriously operated the spiritual power into his body, gathered it in Dantian, and slowly turned it into his own use.

When Gong Yi got up, he found that the sun was about to set. No wonder his stomach had just made a dissatisfied sound...

Two days later, an accident happened. This day, as soon as Gongyi had finished practicing, he stood up and was ready to go back to eat. Suddenly, he heard a "ploping" sound in the grass beside the mountain road. He became curious and walked over carefully step by step and found that it was a bird. The bird was golden and beautiful, but one wing was dripping with blood. Obviously, he suffered it. He was seriously injured and unable to fly. The bird felt his arrival with a look of horror in his eyes. Gongyi smiled and stretched out his hand to hold it up, but he never thought that the bird would peck quickly with the bird's beak. Gongyi suddenly felt the pain of his pecked right index finger and shouted, "I'm kind to save you. How dare you do this to me." The bird seemed to understand his words. At first, there was a disdain in his eyes, but he found that Gong Yi really didn't seem to have any intention of hurting him. His eyes were a little guilty and whispered twice. Gong Yi subconsciously felt that this bird must be unusual, otherwise how could there be such a humane reaction in his eyes? He also heard from his father that the continent of Wuyuan is vast, and there are many rare birds and beasts. Some monsters that have been practicing for many years can even turn into human forms and enter the world to practice. He looked at the bird carefully again and said, "I don't mean any harm. Don't hurt me." Then regardless of whether the bird could understand or not, he stretched out his hand again. This time, the bird did not do anything more. Let Gong Yi hold its palm-sized body in his hand. After Gong Yi took the bird back to the room and gave some simple treatment to the wound of the bird's wings, he got up to eat.

There is a canteen for disciples to eat. After eating, he found an empty table and sat down. He just ate a few mouthfuls of rice, but he heard a voice nearby saying, "It's him. I've seen him running on the mountain road every day these two days. It's really persive." Gong Yi looked up and followed the voice. He saw a teenager about his age pointing at him and talking about him with the people next to him. He smiled and continued to immerse himself in eating and ignored it.

But at this time, he heard a voice full of disdain: "What's the use? Can running enhance your cultivation? He should be about the same age as us. I can guarantee that I can defeat him in less than ten moves.

"Who can compare with you? You are our talented teenager. You have reached the realm of primary martial arts in less than four years of practice. At this speed, you can also be among the top five in our Tiantai Sect." Another teenager echoed.

"That's right, not to mention you, even I can easily defeat him. If you don't believe it, look at it," another teenager said. After saying this, he came to Gong Yi with a smile.

Gong Yi was slightly angry, but there was nothing he could do. This is really "you don't look for trouble". He got up and wanted to leave, but the teenager stretched out his arms and provoked, "Little brother, let's play."

"I'm not interested." Gong Yi simply replied, joking that he had only practiced for a few days, and he didn't want to be abused. But in the teenager's eyes, Gong Yi's words were disdainful of himself. He felt that Gong Yi did not show mercy to him in front of his companions. He was immediately angry and punched Gong Yi. This punch was naturally not enough in the eyes of ordinary practitioners, but the foundation of Gong Yi's cultivation was too thin to avoid it. He staggered back a few steps and sat on the ground.

The teenager saw this and laughed: "It turned out to be a puster."

Gong Yi pointed to him angrily and scolded, "You unbredged thing."

"How dare you scold me" The teenager kicked Gong Yi when he heard it. Bow game was kicked to aches in his limbs. After kicking for a while, the teenager stopped and threatened Gong Yi, "It's better not to let me see you in the future, or I will see you once."

Bow Yi was so angry that he couldn't speak, but he still hit his teenager with his finger. Suddenly, he felt that the spiritual power absorbed these days rushed to the teenager's right index finger, and then converged on his index finger, and he instinctively pointed to the teenager.

At this time, the teenager looked at Gong Yi's index finger as if he had seen the devil and was shocked, because he saw that the fingertips of Gong Yi's right index finger were as red as blood, and the red light was quickly pointing at his chest. He turned away, dodged the critical point of his chest and pointed on his left arm.

The sound of "poof" piercing the body, and a transparent hole with thick fingers appeared in the teenager's left arm. Ah," he shouted and fainted in pain. But Gong Yi didn't see this, because when the finger was pointed out, he felt that all his strength had been drained and he also fainted.