Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 2;

It was only the end of November, and the sky was already covered with heavy snow, and the wind was as cold as a knife.

Fang Ping, who was walking on the street, was wearing a gray-black cotton coat. There were not many cotton flowers in it, and it was stuffed with hay. Fang Ping didn't feel how cold it was.

In this world, martial arts are respected, no matter how high the status is, no matter how much gold and silver are, they are just appendages of martial arts. Once you enter martial arts, you can rewrite your fate.

Fang Ping is now a warrior in the Copperskin Realm.

Warriors in the copper-skin realm are as strong as a cow, with skin like copper and iron. They have a strength of two hundred catties in one arm, and their blood is much stronger than ordinary people. Even if it is freezing cold and the wind is cold like a knife, Fang Ping can carry live.

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Fuwei Escort.

Fang Ping walked in through the back door and came to the handyman's yard of the Escort.

There are several bodyguard bureaus in Shanyang County, but Fuwei Bodyguard Bureau is definitely the most famous bodyguard bureau, and only experienced warriors can serve in it. There are more than ten bodyguard masters and five bodyguard heads.

Chief Escort Zheng Jinshan is still one of the top middle class masters in Shanyang County. When he was young, he single-handedly wiped out a bandit nest outside Shanyang County, and gradually retreated to the second line as he got older.

But the golden signboard of Fuwei Escort is as stable as a rock, and coupled with the chaotic world, the business of Fuwei Escort is booming.

"Warriors of the Ninth Grade Bronze Skin Realm can become a Trolley, and the salary is generous, a tael of silver a month, and rice meat..."

Fang Ping didn't think about it.

"What time is it? Do you still want to do it, kid? If you don't want to do it, get out early!"

Harsh insults came.

It was a middle-aged man with a beard on his chin and a somewhat sturdy figure.

Liu San, a servant of the Fuwei Escort, is mean and insidious. Fang Ping, the first-class handyman, bosses him around and shouts and shouts, but when he meets the escorts in the Fuwei Escort, he has a different face.

"It's snowing too much, the road is difficult to walk, so it's delayed for a while."

Fang Ping explained.

In fact, he came very early, half an hour before the time stipulated by the Escort.

"What's the matter, you're still not convinced? What does Xueda have to do with me? Come here an hour earlier every day from now on!"

Liu San snorted, vividly interpreting the villain's face.

Fang Ping didn't want to entangle too much, so he entered the room full of hay, walked out with a large bundle of hay, put it on the guillotine and chopped it, then added some wheat bran and stirred it evenly, and then he could feed it to the dozen or so cows in the stable. Earth horse.

A dirt horse costs more than a dozen taels of silver, and each dirt horse is the treasure of the Escort Bureau. After feeding, they have to clean up the horse manure in the stables. It is already noon after finishing these tasks.

The snow was a little weaker. Fang Ping sat under the eaves of the handyman's yard, resting with a few handymen. During the period, he took out the wheat cakes wrapped in coarse cloth and chewed slowly to replenish his energy.

He couldn't get enough to eat, but he still had some to eat. The old ladies and younger sisters at home didn't have a bite to eat, and they all expected him to go back to bring food at night.

"Brother Ping, try my mother's dried pickles."

A young handyman who was about the same age as Fang Ping came up and gave Fang Ping a piece of dried pickles as long as his thumb.

"Thank you." Fang Ping nodded with a smile, and chatted with the handy boy.

Half an hour later, when the rest was over, Liu San popped up, holding a handful of fried soybeans in his hand, and stuffed them into his mouth one by one. The crunchy sound made the servants swallow.

"Fang Ping, Wang Niu. You two are young. Young people should exercise more. There are two carts of food coming from the back door. Put them in the house before sunset."

"Why the two of us again..." Wang Niureng complained in a low voice.

"If you don't want to do it, you can leave. The Fuwei Escort Bureau doesn't leave waste for nothing." Liu San said as usual.

Wang Niu sighed, got up and walked outside, he had to bow his head under the eaves, without the job of Fuwei Escort, he might starve to death on the street.

Followed by Wang Ping, he went to the alley at the back door of the Escort Bureau. There were two large carts of grain as high as a hill. Each cart contained more than a dozen loads of grain, and each load of grain weighed 120 catties.

I don’t know how many poor people in the outer city can be saved by these two large carts of food. If it was yesterday, Fang Ping might be exhausted and unable to feed himself for several days. Take food.

"bring it on."

After taking off the cotton coat, Fang Ping and Wang Niu helped carry the grain on the carriage.

After two large truckloads of grain were transported into the warehouse, Wang Niu was panting and limp on the ground with his limbs limp.

Fang Ping was also sweating profusely while sitting on the ground panting, his sore arms recovered in a blink of an eye. This is the difference between a master of martial arts and an ordinary person.

He looked up at the sky, and it was already Xu time, but under the reflection of the ice and snow, the sky and the earth were as bright as day.

"Get off work!"

The handymen came one after another to collect food from Liu San.

One catty of wheat bran per person, and Fang Ping was no exception. When receiving the food, Liu San even sneered at each other with harsh words. From Fang Ping's point of view, this guy's brain was flooded, and he never stopped talking.

After leaving Fuwei Escort's handyman's yard, three men with malicious smiles blocked the entrance of the alley. Zhao Hu, the leader, tall and tall, scolded: "Old rules, one person leaves half a catty of wheat chaff."

This Zhao Hu is said to be a member of a small gang in the outer city. Every day at [-] o'clock in the alley, he intercepted the handymen of the Fuwei Escort Bureau who were working, and each of them handed over half a catty of wheat bran. Beat.

Fang Ping was also deeply affected by it. Although he could bring back a catty of wheat bran, he could only bring back half of the family. Facing this unreasonable and unreasonable oppression, none of the handymen had ever resisted.

It seems to be numb and used to the injustice in this troubled world.

"This guy shouldn't be of high quality, and his tall figure is only due to his big frame."

Fang Ping handed over half a catty of wheat bran, and before he left, he looked back and saw Liu San walking out from the depths of the alley, chatting and laughing with Zhao Hu.

"Cooperating with the inside and the outside, working together as a villain, that's what I'm talking about."

Recalling that if he hadn't been squeezed, he would be able to bring back half a catty of food every day, and his mother wouldn't have to starve at home all day, and his younger sister wouldn't be starving with yellow hair and skinny. Fang Ping knew that he What to do.

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Mouse Lane.

Fang Ping walked fast. If he was faster, his mother and younger sister could eat earlier. When he arrived at the door of the house, Fang Ping saw a little man squatting in front of the door and making a snowman, with a childlike smile on his face, and said to himself Talking to himself, muttering something for self-entertainment.

Fang Ping responded, squeezed a snowball the size of a head, and hit Fang Ying on the head with one hit.

Then, without waiting for the other party to lose his temper, he preemptively reprimanded: "Who told you to come out! Didn't I tell you not to go out!"

"I'm just... at the door of the house." Fang Ying argued forcefully, her eyes staring at her second brother's arms.

"Go back to the house!" Fang Ping led the little girl into the house, and handed the bag of wheat bran to Li Rou.

"Ping'er, thieves broke into Aunt Wang's house last night... When I knocked on the door at noon today... I found... Aunt Wang had... died." Li Rouhou said fearfully.

Fang Ping also remembered the scene last night: "And then?"

"After all, they are neighbors. I called the neighbors to report to the police, but the patrolling officer took a look and left without saying a word. In the end, the man from Aunt Wu's family was kind enough to take away Aunt Wang's body. Throw it into the river."

Li Rou muttered: Aunt Wang has no son, if the son is still there, maybe there will be no robbers last night.

In this era, having a man in a family and not having a man are two different things.

"Stop talking, mother, go cook." Fang Ping sent Li Rou away, and dragged Fang Ying outside for a snowball fight.

late at night.

Li Rou sat at the head of the bed and sewed, Fang Ying fell asleep, and Fang Ping closed his eyes and entered the visualization space to practice the "turtle breathing technique".

One day later, he got two visualization points, and there was still a long way to go until he had broken through to the eighth rank.

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(End of this chapter)