Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 83;

"Then can I take a look in the yard?"

As soon as Liu Butou took a step, he wanted to go to the small courtyard.

But Fang Ping's arm, which was as thick as a steel bar, blocked him in place; "No. This is a private house. According to the Daxuan law, if you don't have official approval, even if you wear a ninth-rank official clothes, You can't break into a private house."

"Having said that, Mr. County Prime Minister's young master was killed, and I have the right to make a decision on the fly. You had friction with young master yesterday, and young master was killed in the night. If you don't let me search in the yard now, what should I do?" Wouldn't it be a guilty conscience."

Liu Butou raised his voice and questioned.He is also difficult to handle, this task fell on top of his head, if the case cannot be solved within the time limit, if it is delayed for a long time, there is no guarantee that the county magistrate will not punish him.

"Perhaps it was done by bandits and bandits outside the city. The county magistrate is righteous and jealous. Those bandits outside the city hate the magistrate, but they have nothing to do, let alone kill the court officials, so they are frantic and retreat. The next best thing is to kill the son of the county magistrate."

"Not long ago, there were demon thieves from the Tiansheng religion who bewitched the people and were taken to Caishikou and beheaded. It is also possible to retaliate against the county magistrate."

Fang Ping said with emotion.

Liu Butou gasped.

Is this hinting at him?
It sounds well-founded and reasonable.

"Excuse me, excuse me." Liu Butou turned and left.

He is also a smart person, he knows everything, and according to Fang Ping's plan, he reported everything to the magistrate, and the blame was thrown out. Believe it or not, it was all in the magistrate's thought.

Fang Ping closed the gate of the courtyard, and if he could escape for a while, he would not escape for a lifetime. The Shanyang county magistrate who had lost his son would not let it go, and would stare at the suspected Fang Ping with the idea that he would rather kill the wrong than let him go.

But that doesn't matter, Fang Ping will be able to accumulate enough visualization points to improve the realm of martial arts after waiting for a while. At that time, his cultivation base has broken through the upper third rank, and Fang Ping should leave the novice village.

【Vision points: 272】

"Physical strength is a small achievement level, and it takes [-] points of visualization to upgrade to mastery. When I upgraded the Turtle Breath Breathing Technique to the level of perfection, I was only a little short of the breakthrough of condensing the seeds of true energy. Reaching the third-rank state. In other words, this is a step in the door, you only need to upgrade your strong body skills to the state of mastery."

Fang Ping went back to the room in secret, racing against time to practice.

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Outside the city of Daze Prefecture, on a street in an ancient city that is much more prosperous and magnificent than Shanyang County, people come and go, the lights are feasting, and the traffic is busy.

The endless buildings on both sides of the street are full of ancient style and vary in height.

Under the scorching sun, a young man in ragged clothes, disheveled hair, and a stick in his hand, drifted with the crowd, appeared in front of the city gate with empty eyes, and was shouted by the guarding soldiers as if he were a beggar; Enter the city!"

"I am..." The young man thinks about it and don't report his family name. It's so embarrassing, and no one will believe him when he tells it. He is a seventh-rank martial arts man. It's complicated. Within a few days after leaving the house, he was cheated out of his money by a young woman, and he had no face to go back, so he could only bite the bullet and move forward.

Hungry three meals a day, three days a meal, struggling to this day, in fact, he can steal, rob, murder and rob money, relying on his strength of the seventh rank of martial arts, he can't starve himself no matter what, but he let go If you don't lose face, you can't roam the rivers and lakes without stealing or robbing?
"Ping below! A high-grade martial artist!" Bai Yunfei brushed aside the dry long hair hanging from his face, revealing a dusty, haggard and handsome face.

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A few days passed by, watching the visualization points increase little by little every day, and his body became stronger and more powerful day by day. Fang Ping felt very satisfied. Such good days would not last long, and he cherished them very much.

"I don't know how Lao Bai is. I hope he can come back safely."

Inadvertently, Fang Ping thought of Bai Yunfei.

In the courtyard, Fang Ying repeated the "Ben Lei Sword Art" over and over again.The children in the alley are playing in groups at the entrance of the alley, forming a stark contrast.

"call!"

Exhausted from practicing, Fang Ying, who was dripping with sweat, put down her long sword, ran into the room, picked up the teapot, and filled her stomach with gurgling.

Li Rou stepped forward, wiped the girl's profuse sweat with distress, and said in her mouth: "Take a rest when you're tired, your second brother won't make noise."

"I'm seven years old this year, and I'll be 17 in ten years' time. By then, I'm going to be even better than my second brother." Fang Ying said every word, and returned to the yard in a gust of wind, continuing to practice.

"...this child." Li Rou was inexplicably ashamed. Her son practiced all day long, and seven-year-old Fang Ying worked so hard. She had no reason to stop. A mother should also accompany her child. Progress will do.

late at night.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the cicadas sing endlessly.

Fang Ping gulped down the sweet and soft pumpkin porridge. Fang Ying, who was sitting opposite, was probably too tired from practicing swords. She was drowsy while drinking, her eyelids dropped, and half of her face sank into the porridge with a plop. bowl to go.

When he raised his head, his face was sticky and covered with pumpkin porridge. He didn't laugh at natural or man-made disasters, but Fang Ping couldn't hold back his mouth.

"Come on, mother wipe it for you."

"What's so funny!" Fang Ying blushed and laughed at her elder brother.

"It was my fault." Fang Ping apologized directly. A child of this age already has self-esteem.

In fact, Fang Ping now has to eat a portion of "fire turtle meat" and "horned python meat" boiled meat soup every day. The energy brought by the two kinds of meat can keep Fang Ping full of energy for a whole day.

But sitting together for a family meal has a completely different meaning. It can not only satisfy the desire of the tongue, but also experience the comfort brought by family affection at a leisurely time.

"Mother, let's eat braised pork tomorrow." Fang Ying said.

"Okay, Ping'er, what do you want to eat, mother will make it for you tomorrow."

"I can eat anything. Mom, whatever you cook is delicious, but it would be great if you can have beef chili sauce. Whether you eat it with bibimbap or put it in steamed buns, it's a must." Fang Ping replied.

Li Rou nodded, thinking about going to buy beef jerky and chili tomorrow, it doesn't matter if she can't cook it, haven't you ever eaten pork and seen a pig run away?

After a while, in the dead of night, Fang Ying washed her feet and went to bed, Li Rou washed and cleaned the dishes, and Fang Ping entered the visualization space to practice.

Sitting in the boundless contemplation space, Fang Ping's mind was ethereal, his muscles relaxed, and his breathing was adjusted, and the two health-preserving exercises began to work naturally.

Its weather was astonishing, and the thick and powerful blood in Fang Ping's body was astonishingly huge.

After exhaling deeply, mobilizing the internal energy of the whole body, the heart containing the purple true blood is like a burning furnace, and the high-speed engine bursts out deafeningly, like the thunderous pulsating sound.

The blood vessels on the surface of Fang Ping's skin were throbbing and throbbing, clearly visible, and the spine that had been trained under the flesh on his back also twisted and wriggled like a big dragon python, as if about to break out of the shackles of the flesh.

(End of this chapter)