Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 66;
The sound of firecrackers fluctuated with each other, and continued until noon. Every family was beaming with joy, decorated with lanterns and festoons, and couplets were hung in front of the door, full of New Year flavor.

When Fang Ping walked out of the room, he smelled the refreshing aroma of meat, accompanied by the sound of frying.

A large black pot full of hot oil was burning on the stove in the kitchen. Croquettes, fried tofu, fried lotus root, fried chicken nuggets, fried pork ribs, after being fried at high temperature, they immediately turned golden brown and put them aside for preparation. In a good bamboo basket.

Fang Ying waited anxiously in front of the stove, mouth full of greasy food.

The warm and peaceful scene made Fang Ping stop in front of the kitchen door for a long time.

"Second brother, hurry up and try it. The freshly baked fried pork ribs are delicious. They are burnt and crispy, and they are covered with a layer of egg batter. I have already eaten several." Fang Ying stretched out her hand and grabbed a few. A piece of golden fried pork ribs was stuffed into Fang Ping's hands.

"En, it's delicious." Fang Ping took a bite, and it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, full of burnt aroma, and the taste was good.

"It's delicious. I like fried pork ribs the most. There are also croquettes. There are no bones. One bite at a time!" Fang Ying grabbed another handful of croquettes for Fang Ping.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. I'll see who wants you when you grow up." Li Rou said with a smile on her eyes.

"Second brother wants me."

"Not always."

Fang Ying;? ? ?
In a pair of big "gululu" eyes that turned straight, there was a flashing signal to give me back the croquettes and the fried ribs.

"It's okay if you ask me." Fang Ping rubbed helplessly. Fang Ying started to gain weight, and her face, which was a little fat like a baby, wiped off her oily hands in one go.

Fang Ping grabbed a handful of croquettes, walked out of the kitchen, and fed them to Dahei.

Dahei shook his tail excitedly, and did not forget to grin his teeth and look at the alien BMW, with an extremely humane expression.

After lunch, Fang Ping went to the street alone.

call out!
The sound of breaking through the air suddenly hit.

Fang Ping didn't turn his head, and grabbed the object thrown from behind by listening to the sound, and then it exploded in Fang Ping's hands with a loud noise. After spreading his hands, Fang Ping saw the firecrackers that were blown into pieces.

The power is not small, if ordinary people are blown with bare hands, the skin and flesh are still light, and the bones may be blown to pieces.

Not far away, a few aggressive urchins were dumbfounded, and fled into the depths of the alley, leaving only the little boy with a snotty nose who threw out the firecrackers.

"Whose child, I dare to sneak attack Fang!"

Fang Ping strode over, his huge and burly body made the little boy's calves tremble with fright.

It was too late and then soon, a middle-aged woman with a mean face rushed out from the alley, hugged the little boy in her arms, and cursed at Fang Ping: "What are you doing, you are so tall! The big one bullies the children, right?"

Many pedestrians on the street cast their gazes.

"Auntie, do you know what's going on? It was your child who bombed me with firecrackers." Fang Ping spread out his palm with traces left.

The aunt didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all, she curled her lips and said: "A big man cares about every detail, he is still a child, can you understand like a child?"

Fang Ping's blood pressure rose.

Hiding in the aunt's arms, the little boy who had been relying on, also recovered his nature, made a face, and spit at Fang Ping.

"That's all, little brother. His man is working in the government office. My house was ordered by this boy the year before last, and he didn't lose a penny in the end. He was almost sent to prison for me." Among the lively crowd, A widowed old man reminded him that he was deeply affected by it.

Fang Ping understood that when he was three years old and he was old, he had the same kind of parents for the kind of children he had. In other words, the kind of parents he had could teach the kind of children. For example, Fang Ying was already extremely well-behaved in comparison. up.

"Let's go, go home for dinner, mother cooked beef for you." The aunt pulled the little boy to leave.

"Don't worry, let your child bow down to me. Even if this matter is over, you can lead by example." Fang Ping moved to stop the mother and son.

"Hey, let me tell you why you are like this, he is just a child, how can you be with a child..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Ping bang bang knocked down the mother and son with two punches, and the elevated blood pressure immediately returned to normal.

Seeing this scene, the neighbors in the neighborhood shouted "Hello" because they didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

Fang Ping walked away, and walked into a pharmacy with hesitation.

"Brother is here, do you still want gold-patterned beef?" The shopkeeper of the pharmacy greeted the young man familiarly.

Fang Ping would go to him every now and then to buy meat supplements. After returning home, he would dry the meat and carry it with him to replenish his physical strength, or make up for his physical loss after a runaway.

But as his cultivation became stronger and stronger, his runaway state also transformed into true blood awakening. The meat supplement of the golden pattern beef level could no longer meet Fang Ping's needs.

When he left the pharmacy immediately, Fang Ping had an extra package in his hand, which contained ten catties of "fire turtle meat". This is a meat supplement that is one grade higher than "golden pattern beef". / Yin / Nourishing / Yang, the effect of strengthening the body and prolonging life, costs 80 taels of silver per catty, and boiled together with ten-year-old Codonopsis pilosula, the effect is doubled.

"Give way to me, that kid is running in this direction, he dares to beat my wife, even a seven-year-old child, if I catch him, I will skin him!"

A middle-aged man with a ferocious expression was riding an earthen horse with a dozen government servants behind him. He searched the streets. After seeing Fang Ping walking towards him, the middle-aged man confirmed his target.

Cuntou, tall and burly, seventeen or eighteen years old, such physical characteristics, isn't it the culprit who knocked out his mother-in-law and son with two punches.

"Give it to me, hold it down. That kid!"

The middle-aged man gave an order, and more than a dozen yamen servants surrounded Fang Ping.

"Are you that kid's father?" Fang Ping remembered what the old man in the crowd had said. The kid's father was working in the yamen.

"Little brat? I want to see who is the brat today, bring him back to the Yamen, and torture him." The middle-aged man ordered.

"Wait a minute." Fang Ping said solemnly: "Ping Xia, the eighth rank of martial arts, was registered in the government office before."

Silence, deathly silence.

Until Fang Ping disappeared at the end of the street, the middle-aged man did not stop him.

When Fang Ping returned home, he cut ten catties of "fire turtle meat" with a bright color and strange flame pattern into slices.

He set up a firewood, and when the smoke was billowing, he hung the sliced ​​meat in the smoke, dried the water, took it out to dry overnight, and could carry it with him for a long time without spoiling.

"Second brother, what kind of meat did you buy?" Fang Ying looked curiously at the tortoise meat hanging under the eaves, but she couldn't reach it even on her tiptoes.

"Fire turtle meat, I use it for martial arts. Ordinary people will have a thicker voice, fatter body and grow a beard after eating it." Fang Ping replied.

"Then I won't eat." Fang Ying looked away in fear.

(End of this chapter)