Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 5; The Black Market

【Name: Fang Ping】

[Boundary: Ninth Grade Copper Skin Realm]

[Martial Arts: Turtle Breath Breathing Technique (First Look at the Way)]

【Vision point: 52 (200/52)】

"Food needs to be eaten one bite at a time, and the road needs to be walked step by step. I have accumulated one hundred visualization points for more than two months. If I want to accumulate enough visualization points to break through to the eighth rank of martial arts, I am afraid it will not be until next year." .”

Fang Ping came to the visualization space with a sinking heart.

When he was working in the bodyguard bureau during the day, he wrote down the martial arts moves performed by several bodyguards in the martial arts arena when they fought each other. At this time, they were visualized in the visualization space.

But seeing a few figures appear out of thin air in the visualization space, some of them used boxing skills, some of them used fingering skills, and there was one person wielding a stick, his stick skills were fierce, like a long dragon, which was breathtaking.

Fang Ping was defeated for a while under the attack of the three figures, but he was not discouraged. In the process of visualizing the fight, Fang Ping had fully figured out his own strength after entering the martial arts.

If a person suddenly got a knife, but he didn't know how to use it, the threat was greatly reduced. In just a few days of visualizing and fighting, Fang Ping completely grasped the power of the ninth grade of martial arts.

He also gained valuable practical experience in combat.

There will never be an accident where you will be at a loss when a warrior attacks you.

After a while, Fang Ping began to practice the "Turtle's Breath Breathing Technique".

All creatures need to breathe from the moment of birth. The importance of breathing is self-evident. Turtles have the longest lifespan among all animals. This "turtle breathing technique" is created by imitating turtles. health-preserving exercises.

Exhale and inhale, exhale the old and inhale the new, prolong life, strengthen the body, and reduce the chance of getting sick. When Fang Ping exhales, each breath is longer than one breath, and the interval is several times longer than that of ordinary people.

At the moment when the Qi and blood surged and the muscles and bones roared together, Fang Ping shouted with joy, and his visualization point also increased by ten points, as if he broke a small bottleneck inadvertently.

The body condensed in the visualization space is no different from the physical body in the real world. When Fang Ping cultivates in the visualization space, the physical body in reality can recover its bodily functions during sleep, sharpening a knife is just as good as chopping firewood.

morning.

Fang Ping got up, turned his head to look, Fang Ying kicked off the quilt, fell asleep on her back, lying on her body like an octopus, that is to say, Fang Ping has been practicing in the visualization space, otherwise, he would be caught by this one night. The little girl woke up several times.

Reluctantly covering the little girl with a quilt, Fang Ping got out of bed, put on his shoes, wrapped in a cotton robe, greeted his old lady, and rushed to Fuwei Escort.

One morning, Fang Ping fed the horses and cleaned the stables. When he was taking a bath, the refreshing aroma of rice wafted from the cafeteria of the Escort Bureau.

"It's delicious." Wang Niu glanced at the wheat bran pancakes in his hand, and immediately lost his appetite, but he still wanted to eat, and said after taking a bite: "The cafeteria needs several pigs a day, as well as chicken, duck and fish meat." ...

Even the staple food is sorghum rice, and the escorts eat stick noodles. The steamed stick noodles are fragrant and soft. "

The handymen all looked at the hysterical Wang Niu in unanimous agreement, their eyes were very clear: If you dare to be careless again, you kid, just wait to be beaten.

Fang Ping couldn't hold it any longer, wishing he could rush into the cafeteria and grab a pig, but he still held back.

An entry-level martial artist can become a trooper and can eat meat, but it is not for nothing. If he wants to go out and walk the darts, he may fill his life at any time.

Even if he finds another job, it's nothing more than joining a certain gang in the outer city and serving as a guard dog for a certain rich master.

in the afternoon.

Fang Ping appeared outside the Martial Arts Arena of the Escort Bureau.

There are bodyguards practicing martial arts on the martial arts field.

"Here he is again."

Wearing a bunt shirt, Bai Yunfei, who just finished a trick with an escort, saw Fang Ping from a distance.

"It's just a handyman. Mr. Bai doesn't want to see him, so I will drive him away." Someone said.

"Did I tell you to drive him away?" Bai Yunfei looked away.

……

night.

Mouse Lane, in a small bungalow.

Fang Ping entered the house, and Fang Ying patted the snowflakes on his body for him.

Children from poor families have been in charge of the family for a long time. Fang Ying is only five years old, but she is still very well-behaved and sensible.

"Brother, Mrs. Zhou is here again this year, and she brought an unknown person who wanted to enter the house, but I didn't let him!"

"This is asking for credit." Fang Ping pinched Fang Ying's face dumbfounded: "Well done! I owe you a cow!"

"It doesn't need that much, just buy me a pack of fried chestnuts with sugar..." The voice weakened: "Half a bag... is also fine."

Fang Ping felt sour, and Li Rou reprimanded him warmly and angrily: "I know you are gluttonous. Don't spoil her, Ping'er."

Fang Ying was discouraged with grievances, and Fang Ping comforted: "Candy-fried chestnuts, you will definitely eat them this year!"

He also wants to eat.

……

Time flies like a wild donkey, one month has passed, the time has entered the 31st year of Shenzong, and there is still half a month before the Chinese New Year.

Fang Ping didn't waste his time. The visualization points were increasing every day. It broke through 140 points today, which is a bit slow. Maybe seeing the visualization points increase a little bit, Fang Ping felt more secure in his heart.

The business of Fuwei Escort Agency has been booming in the past month, and it has received several large orders.

Mouse Lane became more and more chaotic. Two gangs fought for the territory, and many people died. After the death of Mrs. Wang, the house was empty for a while, and a family of five lived in it more than ten days ago.

Three males and two female relatives. Anyway, Mrs. Wang is dead, and no one lives in the house, and no one cares about letting doves occupy the magpie's nest. There are many such things in this year.

Walking out of Mouse Lane, there is no celebration to welcome the New Year on the street. Pedestrians are covering their purses and bowing their heads. Acquaintances have the right to pretend that they do not know each other when they meet.

Not long after Fang Ping walked, he saw a group of hooligans scuffling into a ball, and some people who didn't talk about martial arts stabbed their eyes and teased their legs. Fang Ping quickly bypassed and arrived at the backyard of Fuwei Escort Agency.

At noon, there were two people on the martial arts arena fighting together as quickly as afterimages. One was the handsome Bai Yunfei, and the other was the granddaughter of Zheng Jinshan, the head of the bodyguard.

The two are evenly matched in strength, both at the eighth-rank Iron Bone Realm.

"Take me a move."

The appearance is not outstanding, but Zheng Yue, who is tall and slender, turned her palm into a knife, and struck at Bai Yunfei's neck as swiftly as thunder, with terrifying strength, this blow could shatter rocks and crack gold.

Bai Yunfei resolutely greeted him with his palm. He has practiced martial arts handed down from his family, the thirteen-style Baiyun Sanshou. When receiving Zheng Yun's blow, the other palm followed closely behind, carrying a soft force. He pressed Zheng Yue's lower abdomen.

"Tips for carving insects."

Zheng Yue twisted her waist to avoid the blow, and appeared behind Bai Yunfei while spinning.

"Speed, strength, and physical strength are more than twice as strong as those at the ninth-rank copper skin level. This is the eighth-rank iron bone level."

Fang Ping watched with relish, and took note of the moves of the two of them, so that he could enter the visualization space to practice at night.

At the end of the day (one o'clock in the afternoon), the Fuwei Escort was going to the black market to collect food. A bodyguard, two troopers, and five handymen went together, and Fang Ping was one of the five handymen.

It is almost impossible to buy food in the outer city of Shanyang County now, only the black market still has food, which seems to be inexhaustible. If you want to ask where it comes from, you have to ask the Chancellor of Shanyang County.

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(End of this chapter)