The Immortal’s Poison

Wen Leyang, like a patient with cerebral palsy, struggled to throw himself over and under. Under the guidance of Wen Tunhai, he only practiced his first move with a dull head. Every movement must be infused with full strength, which fundamentally guarantees that every kick will fall. Very tragic.

When Wen Leyang exerted his strength, he was immediately decomposed into joints that were twisted and twisted in accordance with the requirements of the boxing, and they were diametrically opposed to each other, which was the indirect contact between the body and the ground. The small knife seemed to be reduced a bit, and instead became a cold feeling, accumulated in the lower abdomen.

The fall was two full days. When all the blunt knives in the body dissipated, Wen Leyang was all black and his face was swollen and bigger than the washbasin. If he had a solid foundation from a young age, he would have fallen himself to death.

Wen Leyang pointed to his lower abdomen and shouted to Wen Tunhai in surprise: "Uncle, the cold shovel in Dantian, is it ... true energy?" He was shocked and happy at the moment, and he suffered terribly in the past two days. Every inch up and down is like being trampled by a group of elephants, but what kind of congenital and innocent yuan is really accumulated, or a brick as big as a brick. This is too fast. Wen Leyang almost praised it from his heart. .

Wen Tunhai laughed a few times: "Great nephew, this is the case. Originally, after soaking the medicinal liquor, according to the boxing classics, not only can I develop into the skill of refining the high and deep poisonous side in the future, but also medicinal liquor The poison is used by yourself, but you have been soaking for too long. I applied the medicine to remove the most deadly part of the poison. So the effect of medicated wine with the boxing practice is gone, so to speak Do you understand? "

Wen Leyang shook his head purely and desperately.

"In other words, in addition to knowing the poison, your heels in the past two days have basically fallen for nothing."

"What's cold in the belly?"

Wen Tunhai didn't speak, pointing to the latrine in the backyard.

Wen Leyang covered her stomach and groaned and ran towards it. She also yelled in his mouth: "Uncle, get me some paper if you are involved ..."

With that cold pour out, Wen Leyang's heart was cold and cold. In the past two days, he basically broke the heels of the whole village for the rest of his life. Now it seems that it is indeed white.

Wen Leyang came out of the latrine with her belly covered, feeling a chill from the throat to the belly button, and asked with a wry smile: "Uncle, this boxing ..."

Wen Tunhai interrupted him with a smile before he finished saying: "Boy, our Wen family's poison is not only for poisoning others, but also for poisoning ourselves!" Down and right palm lightly printed on the ground.

A layer of azure green color immediately rippling on the ground, flashing off immediately.

Uncle picked up a piece of stone and opened the land. Wherever the green palm passed, the earthworms below turned into a black and hard state *.

Wen Leyang swallowed hard.

Wen Tunhai's eyes contained a trace of pride, and he was obviously very satisfied with his palm: "The wrong fist handed down by our Wen family ancestors combined the venom in medicated wine with the meridians to build strong bones. Wherever you go, the venom accumulated in the meridians will also explode! Whether you are refining poison or fighting, you ca n’t do without this set of wrong punches! "

Wen Leyang realized that this set of teachings called the boxing method of hitting the body on the ground wrong.

Then every day, Wen Leyang, like he was before the age of twelve, went naked into the big tank every morning to soak the medicinal wine, and no longer succeeded. Once the body could not withstand the highly toxic erosion, he crawled out. Under the guidance of the uncle, press Fighting hard with fist. Wen Leyang, a young man with a heart, has a strong and tenacious spirit for himself, and he gritted his teeth every day in the uncle's yard.

The three old grandpas of the Wen family came over from time to time and then greeted the uncle Wen Shenghai. The four grandpas set up tables to play mahjong in the yard.

On one occasion, Wen Leyang had the honour of witnessing Mr. Wen and his uncle Wen Tunhai's unlucky virulence. He used only the wrong fist to practice the tricks. He was free from the two **** lunatics. His head, elbows, knees, even buttocks, back, and teeth were all Became the place to attack the enemy. A person was storming towards the other side like a storm all over the body, and each attack was energetic enough to divide the gold and the stone. Two people split the move, compared to ten or eight. The martial arts players are still lively.

Wen Leyang only knew that if he put aside all others, this set of boxing techniques alone can turn a person into a large group of people, a standard single-crowd assault technique.

Wen Leyang also gradually understood the trick of boxing exercise. This set of boxing methods distorted the power in the body. During the flow of strength, the invading poisonous flow was transferred to the meridians, and eventually accumulated.

When dealing with enemies, when a punch is hit, the poison will spread out.

In addition, the boxing is still focusing on two points of training, one is balance, the other is distraction, to complete the move, you must disperse your mind to all joints of the limbs, bones, legs, elbows, and elbows must be directed separately. The coordination of the body allows him to exercise, otherwise he will fall badly.

Or, balance is to distract.

Wen Tunhai explained to him: "Wen Jiaxin's secrets of refining poison have reached a high level, and the hands and feet have to be used. Hundreds of drugs are simultaneously quenched, and there are more than a dozen pots. If you don't practice this boxing technique, recognize you Three-headed six-arm martial arts can't do it! "

As the boxing skills became more and more sophisticated, the more he fell with his head, the less he fell, and after punching the liquor, he fisted, and the effect of refining the virulence gradually showed up. , Even a white seal can't be left.

Wen Leyang watched his body become stronger every day and became overwhelmed. Every time he practiced boxing, he would stand in the courtyard and revel in himself.

That day, Wen Tunhai was squatting in the yard, sucking the hot stick noodle porridge by the side of the bowl. Seeing Wen Leyang's face was not alive, he smiled and cursed: "Where is this, I will make you like this."

Wen Leyang shook his head with a grin: "Of course not yet, but the body is getting stronger and stronger every day after drinking medicine and wine, and it will not work for a few days and months. After a few years and decades, the body will be as strong as steel."

Wen Tunhai ignored him until he sucked a bowl of gruel, and then sighed comfortably: "The meridian is like a rubber pocket, which has a limited load of ordinary virulence. Wrong fist can store the virulence in the meridian You can also make this pocket bigger, but there will always be a limit. Once this limit is exceeded, the meridians will be broken and the poison will corrode your internal organs. Then wrap it directly and go to the Egyptian exhibition! Maybe You can still buy a good price ... give me a carrot. "

The two men squatted in the yard and chewed carrots: "Now brewing medicated wine is just to lay a foundation for your body. When you make all 13 of the wrong punches, the meridians will carry the toxins. To the limit. "

Wen Leyang uttered a disappointment, and his dream of becoming a devil muscle man was over, and then he was a little more worried: "Is n’t it going to burst in advance?"

Wen Tunhai laughed and scolded: "Why did you choose such a fool as a disciple! Sometimes it's stupid, sometimes a little smart, but in the end it's stupid!"

Wen Leyang held half a carrot and performed a fool.

"The 13th style of wrong boxing is about step-by-step. If you can't practice the first move, you don't want to practice the second move, and your physique will change accordingly. When the last exercise is completed, this foundation will be just right! We The Wen family has so many disciples in the past, and has not heard of anyone who has not practiced the thirteenth move before being poisoned by medicine and wine. "

Immersing medicinal wine to practice wrong fist is just to lay a good foundation for practicing high and deep poisoning in the future. When the wrong fist is connected, the ability of the meridian to withstand the toxin in the medicinal wine has reached the limit. You must refine the poison according to your own system, find the toxin that suits you, and then slowly dissolve the poison into the body to further strengthen the meridians. In this practice, one can only test the poison by one's own body and keep trying to find the virulence that the body can best adapt to. Others can't help. There have been many disciples of the Wen family in the past dynasties. The five-element toxin that adapts to his body eventually cannot enter the country.

Wen Leyang suddenly realized, hehe smiled and showed a neat teeth.

In addition to practicing wrong punches, Wen Leyang followed the uncle or grandfather and began to systematically learn the methods of refining poisons and casting poisons. The Wen family divided the poison into five elements, which are related to each other, and there are mutual restraints. The configuration and release of each type of highly toxic are only A vague rule, there is no uniform and strict procedure, if you want to exert the maximum virulence, you can only follow the five elements and practice slowly in your own exploration.

After the twelve-year-old ordinary disciple of the Wen family, holding the poison and refining the poison, it is like cooking according to the recipe. As long as the portion is correct, the taste will not be much different; and now Wen Leyang is learning, just like step by step. Studying physics knowledge, as to whether an atomic bomb can be made in the future, depends on his understanding and opportunities.

The former is based on cats and tigers, although it is simple and practical, but it has no future; the latter is the application of theory to practice, and once it is started, it will enter a new level.

Until two years later, Wen Leyang finally practiced the last move in the boxing classics. At this time, he was already 18 years old, and he was not too tall. It was about a meter or eight meters away, and his body was not too burly, but he was very strong. The pureness on his face remained unchanged. A simple young man who grew up in a mountain.

Wen Tunhai was overjoyed, and took him to see the old Wen family.

Seeing Wen Leyang scratching his head and scratching his head, he was unsuccessful, and Master Wen laughed aloud: "Stupid boy, it ’s only two years to become a boxing man, what ’s the joy of it? Our Wen children freely exercise their physical martial arts. The basic technique of boxing is used. How long has your uncle learned this boxing? "

"Twenty months."

Wen Leyang threw his tongue out in surprise.

Master Wen San snorted with an old face and pointed to a big locust tree in the courtyard: "Go and hit me a few punches."

Wen Leyang frowned: "This tree has been more than 400 years ..."

"Let you hit you just hit it, so much nonsense!"

Wen Leyang just agreed, holding his breath for a moment, suddenly screaming and leaping high, every joint on the body was twitching in fists and feet like a wind, like a strange bird around the foot with two arms thick The big tree spun around quickly, and the sound of clashes burst into pieces. Under each blow, a layer of black spread with it, and after a while, it infiltrated into the giant tree. Before refining the poison suitable for one's own five elements, the toxic power burst out in the wrong fist is ordinary black. The venom of the wooden row cultivated by Wen Tunhai is green.

After a while, a layer of yellow leaves fell to the ground with the breeze. Wen Leyang's wrong fist now can smash these dead leaves. He wants to make such a thick tree wither in a few punches, he is still far away.

The three old men exchanged a rather satisfying look.

A moment later, Wen Leyang finished his work and looked at the four elders with anxiety.

Grandpa Wen was undecided, he smiled and directly ordered Wen Tunhai: "Tomorrow you take him into the mountain!" Said, stood up and ran to the bed, UU read www.uukanshu.com under the bed for a long time, and finally hooked out a four The four-sided mahogany box smiled and asked Wen Leyang: "Do you know what is inside?"

Wen Leyang refrained from the answer to the ‘urns’ box and shook his head. Wen Shenghai was overjoyed when he saw the box, and slapped his big nephew on the ground with a slap: “Thank you, Grandpa!

In a wooden box, there was a black jade tripod all over.

Wen Leyang's eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Mo Yu Xiang Ding!"

Xiang Ding is a familiar home to the disciples of the Wen family. After igniting the special herbs in the Ding, it will attract the poisonous insects around. After a fight, the most toxic insects will linger in the Ding and refuse to leave. It is most convenient to trap poisonous insects. But the ordinary disciples' incense tripods are mostly made of stone or bronze. The effectiveness of volatile herbs is limited, and it is difficult to attract peculiar toxic beasts. Even if occasionally attracted, those monsters will not hang around in the tripod. He left in a lap.

The black jade xiangding is different. Once the herbs are burned, ordinary insects dare not come, and only the worms with fierce temperament and strange poison will be attracted. Compared with ordinary xiangding, the former is the organ that captures bears. , The latter can only be regarded as a mouse clip.

Senior Wen handed the wooden box to Wen Leyang: "Let's expand the door people, we can't avoid dealing with these poisonous insects in our lives, this Xiangding will be given to you, and sooner or later we can use it!"

Wen Leyang shook his head in joy, and Wen Tunhai smiled with a little bit of anxiety on the side: "Dad, his Dingzi is better than mine!"

Old Master Wen gave him a slanted look: "Then you ask Le Yang, if he is willing to change with you, I don't care."

Wen Tunhai hasn't spoken yet, Wen Leyang has groaned, his hands firmly hug Mo Yuxiang Ding and ran away, his mouth shouted: "No change no change no change!"