Chapter 2 Kuafu day by day

Just as Chen Chen was preparing for the upcoming campus, in a villa near the sea in England, the figure Chen Chen saw when he first came to England was running towards the rising sun on the sea in front of the villa. In a blink of an eye, the figure had disappeared on the horizon and waited until When the sun gradually rose, the figure slowly ran back from the sea, looking exhausted.

If Chen Chen is here, he will find that this person is Song Qian, the son of the gangster boss who ran away from his hand. When Song Qian ran to the seaside, his whole body was completely out of strength and fell straight on the beach. At this time, a faint figure in front of him slowly appeared on his body. On the side, this person was the witch worship who escaped with Song Qian at that time. After escaping from the pursuit of Chen Chen and Lv Xiaodou, the witch worship came to England with Song Qian.

"It's good today. It's beyond my expectation that I can run here to fall down. I thought it would take half a year to reach such a level, but I didn't expect you to meet the requirements in such a short time!" The witch said to Song Qian, who fell to the ground with his hoarse voice.

Song Qian, who took a few breaths, turned his body from the ground with difficulty. After these months of training, Song Qian could no longer see the exaggeration of the past. There was only a kind of resolute look, which seemed to be dazzled by the sun on that day. Song Qian struggled to raise his arm to cover the dazzling sunlight.

"Huh! The hatred of killing my father is ungrateful. My father was killed by Chen Chen's bastards for me. How can I live up to his expectations? Father, wait, the day when I avenge you is not far away!" Song Qian said slowly and firmly to the witch clan.

"Hmm! It's good that you know. I was going to give you the daily skill later, but now that you have met the requirements of the daily skill, I will teach you today!" A strange light flashed in the eyes of the witch worship. For Song Qian, who regarded Chen Chen Chen as his father's enemy, the witch worship was simply a great request. For the witch worship, Song Qian's ability to improve as soon as possible, the better, but he can't force him to make a request. Now Song Qian relies on Chen Chen's father's death, and the witch worship can't wait. It's good to burn a high incense for Chen Chen.

"Really?" After hearing the witch's offering, Song Qian forcibly stood up regardless of his current physical fatigue. Although Song Qian was trembling all over now, he was happier than ever.

"Hmm! Why don't you take a break and come with me? The witch worshiped a rare smile, but the smile was worse than crying.

After Song Qian rested for about a quarter of an hour, he also recovered a little physical strength. Under the leadership of the witch worship, Song Qian followed the witch worship and walked slowly towards the villa. After entering the villa, the witch worship did not stop, but walked to the corner of a small warehouse in the villa and casually put the corner. The portrait pushed a little away from the right, and a handle was exposed inside. The witch worshipped the handle gently turned the handle to the right, turned left twice, and finally turned to the right three times before gently pressing the handle down. The wall on the other side slowly slid to the left to reveal a gloomy hole, through the hole. In the several night pearls next to it, you can see a spiral staircase leading to the ground. Except for a few night pearls at the entrance of the cave, there is no light in the cave. The staircase is like a huge mouth, as if to choose someone to eat.

The witch worship casually took out a red lantern from his Xumi ring. He shook the lantern with his hand, and a red light appeared inside the lantern. Song Qian followed the red lantern carried by the witch worship and slowly walked down the stairs. Go.

After walking for nearly half an hour, the two walked to a stone door. After the witch worshipped and pressed their hand on the fingerprints on the side, the stone door slowly opened, revealing a secret room of only about ten square meters, except for a stone bed and two cushions under the stone bed. After the witch worship went in with Song Qian, the master's door was also silently closed. The witch worship went to a cushion and made it. After putting the lantern on **, he motioned Song Qian to sit down on another cushion.

"You know that your bloodline is the bloodline of the ancient great witch Kuafu, but how much do you know about the great kuafu, or the bloodline in your own body?" After thinking about the witch worship sitting in front of Song Qian for a while, he asked Song Qian, who was sitting not far away.

"Well, isn't Kuafu the one who chased the sun to death? I heard that he was a fool..." Song Qian said a little. He was not interested in reading. About Kuafu, he deliberately inquired about his little brothers after knowing the blood in his body. Of course, those little brothers who are about the same level as him don't sound good.

"Shut up..." Before Song Qian finished his words, he was loudly interrupted by the witch worship. However, the witch worship may know the previous character of Song Qian. It is impossible for him to change it for a while. After sighing, the witch worship slowly said to Song Qian, "The great witch is the great saint of our clan. The idiom you often say is just to illustrate that the spirit of Kuafu Dawu who never gives up for his goal, not the one who only knows how to chase the sun... In short, as long as you know that Kuafu Dawu is a person who will never give up his goal, so it is enough for you to practice day by day. When it comes to skills, you must first set a goal for yourself before you can practice, otherwise you will definitely fall into trouble.

"The goal? My goal is to avenge my father and kill Chen Chen's ordinary bastard. Song Qian gritted his teeth and said.

"This is just a challenge for you recently, and it can't be regarded as your goal. If your goal is only this, then I'm afraid you won't be able to reach any advanced level if you practice this day by day. Think about it carefully. I can't help you with this. I can only rely on you. I can only say no to you. It's easy to make a decision. You still have more time to think about it!" The witch worshiped and said that although Chen Chen Chen is regarded as an enemy can rapidly improve the speed of Song Qian's practice at this stage, if this is Song Qian's final goal, then no matter how good Song Qian's qualifications are, no matter how pure the blood in his body is, the daily practice can not reach the highest level.

This is inseparable from the strange requirement of day-to-day skills. The first requirement for the practice of chasing Japanese skills is to set a goal for yourself. The larger this goal is set, the faster the strength to practice, and the higher the level that can be achieved in the future. Of course, this goal cannot be set casually. If it is set The goal is that you can't achieve at all, so this skill will be useless. Therefore, this goal should be set very high, but it can't be set too ethereal, and you can't listen to other people's opinions. It must be recognized by yourself. For example, anyone can say that my goal is to occupy the whole universe, but It's easy to say, but it's impossible to do.

After listening to the worship of the witch, Song Qian fell into meditation. He knows his current situation very well, but it is impossible for him to give up his goal. Now for Song Qian, defeating Chen Chen is the driving force for his current life. If he is allowed to He gave up this goal. He didn't know if he could survive. For a while, Song Qian was in a state of war between heaven and man.

With the passage of time, Song Qian's body gradually trembled, and his face began to turn red, as if it had been boiled in boiling water. The witches sitting in front of him didn't care about Song Qian's situation. They just sat there and stared at Song Qian's trembling body. They didn't know that he was Thinking about something.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a day, maybe just a few minutes, in the secret room where only the red lantern light shines, I can't feel the loss of that time at all.

"Ah...!" Under the red light of the lantern, Song Qian suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in the secret room. His hands subconsciously grabbed him in front of him, as if there was something in front of him that scared him.

"chi..." After seeing Song Qian's appearance that he was about to go crazy, the witch worship sighed and shouted at Song Qian.

Song Qian, who was in a crazy situation, was pulled back by the body worshipped by the witch. After taking a few breaths, Song Qian calmed down a little. He said loudly to the witch worship with red eyes, "I have already thought about it. My goal is to defeat Chen Chen and let him survive and die. No, only in this way can we worship my father's spirit in heaven.

The witch worship sighed and said to Song Qian, "That's good, but whether this day-by-day skill can rest to the advanced level can only depend on your creation!" Now I will pass on that day-to-day skill to you!" In fact, what the witch worship does not know is that the goal chosen by Song Qian has almost reached the highest level of day-to-day skills, and also makes Chen Chen suffer a great loss in the face of Song Qian in the future, but this is all a later story.

After the witch worship, the whole body was windless and automatically moved slowly to Song Qian's side. A thin, ink-colored hand stretched out from the sleeve of the witch worship and slowly pressed on Song Qian's forehead. A red light flashed from Song Qian's forehead, reflecting the whole secret room. .

When the red light flashed on Song Qian's forehead, Song Qian only felt a giant in his mind. Every step the giant moved seemed to cross thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the direction of the giant's action was exactly the direction of the red sun.

While the witches were worshiping to teach skills to Song Qian, Chen Chen was being pulled out by Ye Xin to make a final fight for the popularity of the martial arts community. At this time, there were still three days before the school's campus discipline, and because the campus discipline happened to be on Monday, today was also the last opportunity to gain popularity before the campus discipline.

The location of the thirty clubs in the school has been allocated according to the size of each club. With the charm of those girls, the martial arts club is also divided into a small place. Although this place is still too small compared with the dance club, the thirty people of the martial arts club stand on it. It's more than enough to go.

At this time, on the stage of the venue, the girls were performing the dance that Ye Xin had changed according to the martial arts they had learned.

Although the dance looks a little awkward, I have to say that this kind of funny dance has a great impact on the accumulation of popularity. At this time, the stage is already full of people, and everyone is covering their stomachs and laughing.