Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 3;

Half a month later, the time passed to December, and the temperature became more and more severe. Every day, corpses appeared in the gutters in the mouse alley, and in the snow, some people were frozen to death at home and no one knew.

Every household closed their doors, for fear of being involved in the vortex, they were also careful when cooking, with windows closed and doors blocked.

Fang Ping went back and forth between Fuwei Escort Bureau and Mouse Lane, worked in Fuwei Escort Bureau during the day, and entered the visualization space to practice at night.

It has to be said that although the "turtle breath breathing technique" is only a health-preserving exercise, it is not as lethal as the boxing exercise.

But at the stage of "first peeking at the door", the "Turtle's Breath Breathing Technique" can affect the rush of Qi and blood when it runs deep, so as to increase the speed, defense, and strength, and it is truly perfect.

The disadvantage is that this exercise has a high lower limit and a lower upper limit, and it is slow to practice like a snail, which is in line with the characteristics of a health-preserving exercise.

Fortunately, Fang Ping has a golden finger, as long as he practices the "Turtle Breath Breathing Technique" in the visualization space every day and accumulates visualization points, he can break through to the next level.

【Vision point: 37 (200/37)】

This morning, the first thing Fang Ping did when he opened his eyes was to glance at the attribute panel that had increased by two more points. After taking the wheat cake that Li Rou had wrapped for him, he rushed to Fuwei Escort.

After arriving at the handyman's yard, Fang Ping was puzzled. Normally, when he came, he could hear Liu San's sarcastic voice, but today he didn't see anyone. When he was busy in the morning to take a bath, Wang Niu smiled brightly. Arrived beside Fang Ping.

He said in a low voice; "Did you hear that, God opened his eyes, that bastard Liu San met members of Zhao Hu's rival gang when he was drinking with Zhao Hu, and they fought, both of them were injured, and they were hiding Resting at home."

"Really?" Fang Ping's eyes widened. Isn't this opportunity coming!

"It's absolutely true. I heard it from two people chatting with each other while sweeping snow in the inner courtyard."

Wang Niu was full of anticipation: "It would be great if they died, no one would bully us, and there would be no need to give Zhao Hu food. Half a catty of wheat bran is not enough for me to eat alone. I passed out from hunger for two days."

Fang Ping was silent, and he didn't say anything for a whole day. When he was so busy that he got off work, he returned home with a catty of wheat bran.As soon as she took the pocket, Li Rou knew how heavy it was, surprise and surprise appeared on her pale face: "Why are there so many today?"

"A lot, I'll let our family eat meat in a few days!" Fang Ping resolutely promised.

"I believe in the second brother! I want to eat beef, pork, fish, duck, lamb..."

Fang Ying cheered at the side, and talked about all the meat she could think of.

After half an hour.

A plate of wild vegetables is served on the table, accompanied by a small basket of wheat bran pancakes.

"I can have a full stomach today!" Fang Ying's eyes were shining and she was drooling.

"How can I finish it all in one day?" Li Rou glared at the little girl, and gave Fang Ping two pancakes, she kept half of them and gave Fang Ying half, and took the remaining two pancakes back to the kitchen.

Fang Ping was half full, and he played with Fang Ying for a while. The night was dark outside the window. Fang Ying went to sleep, and Fang Ping got up suddenly: "Mom, I Go out for a while."

"What are you doing so late?"

"Diarrhea." Fang Ping didn't want Li Rou to worry, so he lied and went out.

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Nanshan Lane.

One of the slums in the outer city, not far from Mouse Alley, the night was dark, there were no pedestrians on the street, and the alley was empty.

Fang Ping had secretly followed Zhao Hu several times. At this time, he covered his face and braved the wind and snow to come to a small house deep in the alley.

The flames flickered at the window, and a man could be vaguely heard cursing something.

"Boom boom boom!"

Fang Ping knocked on the door.

"Who is it, grandma, are you allowed to rest at night?"

There was a roar in the room, and the wooden door opened.

Zhao Hu, who caught Fang Ping's eyes, was no longer as majestic as before. One leg was wrapped with bandages, and several bandages were wrapped around his head. After seeing the masked boy standing outside the house, he subconsciously opened his mouth and asked: " Who are you……"

Bang!
A handful of lime powder smeared Zhao Hu's mouth.The face, eyes are also covered with lime powder.

"Ahhh!"

Zhao Hu reacted quickly, but Naihe was injured and staggered to the ground.

But the yelling sound spread far away, and Fang Ping panicked, pulled out a thick wooden stick with a rolling pin and smashed it.

With the strength of the ninth grade of martial arts, Zhao Hu's head can be seen splitting open like a watermelon with more than a dozen sticks in a row.

The woman who walked out of the house screamed and collapsed on the ground.

Fang Ping turned around and left. After running a few blocks, he sat against the wall in the snow.

Things were different from what he had expected. He wanted to be silent, and once the stick was over, there would be no need to be stained with blood.

But Zhao Hu didn't sleep, and yelled and disturbed the neighbors, making Fang Ping confused.

"Killing...is this what it feels like..."

Fang Ping's body trembled for a long time before he calmed down, and the images of his head being torn apart and white objects mixed with blood appeared over and over again in front of his eyes.

"It's a man-eating world. I've done nothing wrong."

Just imagine, if Zhao Hu hadn't colluded with Liu San and squeezed out food, Fang Ping wouldn't be able to bring back only half a catty of wheat bran every day, and his little sister wouldn't have to be hungry all day long.

During the day, Wang Niu also said that his old mother passed out from hunger two days ago, Fang Ping didn't want this kind of thing to happen to him.

"There is another Liu San, this place is even more hateful! Not only are they swearing at each other every day, but they also collude with Zhao Hu to oppress me!"

Fang Ping got up and walked into the distance.

After a while, Fang Ping came to Liu San's residence. This guy was already asleep, and the room was pitch-black. After Fang Ping entered through the window, under the moonlight, he ended up sleeping Liu San with a stick, and hurriedly touched him. Let's say, a poor ghost, just a few big bucks.

After finishing all this, Fang Ping returned to Mouse Lane. When he was near the door of his house, he took a handful of ice and snow and washed away the blood stains on his face and palms.

"I'm back, why have you been there for so long?"

Li Rou, who was sitting by the bed, watched her son come back, and asked worriedly.

"Mom, you haven't finished your work yet." Fang Ping asked back.

"Sleep right away." Li Rou said so, but she sewed until late at night every day. She not only sewed clothes for Fang Ping and Fang Ying, but also sewed for the neighbors.

On the one hand, it can pass the time, and on the other hand, it can also earn a little food, which is not much. It is good enough to shed a catty or two of wheat bran in a month for sewing and mending, and needlework is needed for this.

In the boundless contemplation space, Fang Ping sat cross-legged, exhaling and inhaling as long as a tortoise that has gone through the years.

When he took a deep breath, his chest cavity swelled like a balloon, and when he exhaled, he brought out the turbid air in his internal organs and limbs.Breathing and breathing followed the law, and when it was running to the extreme, the blood in Fang Ping's body was as hot as boiling water, and the skin reflected was red.

【Vision point: 39 (200/39)】

Went to the Fuwei Escort on that day, Fang Ping was doing his work like nothing else, only when the work was over did the news spread to the Fuwei Escort, saying that Liu San had died.

It's just a servant, and the Fuwei Escort Bureau won't go into it at all. No one died this year, and the government is too lazy to investigate carefully, as if this person has never existed in the world.

Two days later, Liu San was replaced by a farmer-like old man who was also a servant of the Fuwei Escort. He was much gentler than Liu San, at least he didn't beat or scold the servants.

(End of this chapter)