Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 9; Chinese New Year

After Fang Ping stayed at home for half an hour, he hurried to the escort agency.

But walking out of Mouse Alley, he saw a dozen or so members of the Black Tiger Gang before, and there was an extra middle-aged man in bunts with thick and powerful arms.

"The little brother is the one who hurt my brothers?"

The middle-aged man asked with his hands clasped.

"They wanted to rob me, so I punished them a little bit and gave them a big reprimand, but they succeeded without much effort."

Fang Ping raised his brows, this middle-aged man breathed vigorously, and he was an advanced martial artist.

One of the benefits of having practiced the "Turtle's Breath Breathing Art", Fang Ping can judge the difference between ordinary people and advanced warriors from the breathing and breathing.

"That's it, that's it. These dogs don't have eyes, they offended the little brother, and they deserve the pain of flesh and blood."

The middle-aged man didn't seem to be looking for a place: "The deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang, Geng Bao."

"I heard from them that the little brother is a member of the Fuwei Escort Bureau? My Black Tiger Gang has recently established this territory and is recruiting troops everywhere. Do you want to consider coming to my Black Tiger Gang to find another job?"

"With the skill of the little brother, the position of deputy gang leader is well-deserved."

Fang Ping was stunned for a while.

The Black Tiger Gang is just one of the many small gangs in the outer city. It has no roots and no success. It lives by oppressing the low-level people in Mouse Lane.

Fang Ping rejected Geng Bao's invitation in a few words, and Fang Ping returned to the escort agency.

There are probably more than 50 escorts in the Fuwei Escort, ten escorts, and five escorts. When not flying escorts, everyone gathers in the martial arts arena to compete, practice martial arts, and exercise their physique.

Just at this moment, the two bodyguards were performing moves heartily, and their strengths were both at the eighth-rank Iron Bone Realm. The burst of strength in an instant caused a lot of vibrations in the martial arts arena, not like flesh and blood, but like Steel collides.

Fang Ping memorized these moves one by one in his mind, and used them in the visualization space at night.

Not long after, Zheng Yue appeared on the martial arts arena, and there were not many women in the bodyguard.

Zheng Yue has practiced martial arts all year round, her skin is a bit rough, but she is youthful and energetic, with slender legs, and her status is a bit special, so she attracts a lot of attention when she appears in the martial arts arena.

After a few moves with a bodyguard, the woman looked at Fang Ping who was sitting in the corner, hesitated for a while, and then stepped forward and said, "I thought you were relying on health-preserving exercises, but your boxing and kicking skills are messed up." , In actual combat, you are not much better than ordinary people, but I heard that you easily defeated Wang Wu, which makes me look at you with admiration."

What does it have to do with me whether you are impressed or not?

Fang Ping pressed with a smile.

"Let me see how it is." Zheng Yue intends to discuss with Fang Ping.

Fang Ping didn't think he had the talent to leapfrog challenges. This is still an escort agency, and he couldn't perform some routine operations in full view, so: "I won that day by luck. In fact, I don't know how to fight at all."

Zheng Yue sneered, can't fight?These words are almost enough to confuse a three-year-old child: "Turtle breath breathing...is it really good? Why did I practice all night last night and didn't gain anything?"

"Breathing is a human instinct. Everyone has their own way of breathing. The rhythm, speed, depth, and depth of breathing are different. I can't tell."

Fang Ping did not lie, he was able to break through by relying on the visualization point, and the turtle breath breathing technique only played a role in promoting it. It was not until the "turtle breath breathing technique" reached the realm of the first glimpse of the door that Fang Ping deeply felt the breath. The mystery of Nashu.

But it is not clear in words.

"It makes sense, everyone breathes differently."

Zheng Yue returned to the field with a thud, and fought with a bodyguard.

In the evening, when the cafeteria opened for dinner, Fang Ping filled the rice bowl to the brim, poured a layer of gravy on it, and served it with fried pork slices with bamboo shoots, which whetted the appetite.

Fang Ping swallowed, and returned home with the rice bowl in his arms. More than a dozen members of the Black Tiger Gang were still wandering outside the Mouse Alley, exploiting the people from head to toe when they saw them. Embezzle.

Seeing Fang Pingping, he just avoided it and nodded.

Inside the house.

Fang Ying, who drank a bowl of sorghum rice porridge at noon, was full of energy, and her face was a little rosy. Seeing that her second brother brought back a large bowl of sorghum rice and fried pork with bamboo shoots, she jumped happily.

"Ping'er, the Tiger Gang went door-to-door asking for protection money... Later, when they came to our house, not only did they not grab anything, they left some food and a piece of bacon, look..." Li Rou pointed to the corner of the wall.

There was half a bag of grain and a piece of bacon there, and Li Rou didn't move.

"Is this an apology? Or do you want to bribe me to change my mind and join the Black Tiger Gang?"

Fang Ping maintained a high degree of vigilance against all unexpected things. He took out the silver needle that Li Rou usually sewed, inserted it into the bacon, and tested it in the grain.

Poisons are also expensive these days, and common poisons are nothing more than arsenic, which can be tested with silver needles.

"Let's eat."

Sitting at the dining table, Fang Ping picked out a small bowl of fried pork with bamboo shoots and gave it to Fang Ying.

"How can you spoil him like this, Ping'er, you have worked so hard all day, you should eat more food, and the two of us can just eat the staple food."

"Mom, you still don't believe me. How many times have I told you that our family will have meat every day?" Fang Ping replied pretending to be angry.

Li Rou lowered her head weakly: "Didn't mother love you..."

Unknown birds flew across the sky, straight into the sky, the sun completely disappeared on the horizon, the outer city became pitch black, and only the inner city could still see brightly lit scenes.

In the visualization space, two figures appeared in front of Fang Ping. One of them imitated Zheng Yue's moves, and the other figure's moves imitated a bodyguard in the martial arts field during the day.

The two figures attacked Fang Ping together, and Fang Ping naturally performed the "Turtle's Breath Breathing Technique". His Qi and blood surged, his bones screamed, his speed and strength increased slightly, and he fought the two figures to the end. Together.

After gaining some insight, Fang Ping practiced the "Turtle's Breath Breathing Technique" normally.

The air inhaled into the body is three to four times that of ordinary ninth-rank fighters, and the breath exhaled is also the same. Repeatedly, it can cleanse the internal organs and the dirty air between the bones and meridians.

Human beings are born in the heaven and earth, nature is anti-nurture, and they are always eroded by the filth of the world. "Turtle breath breathing technique" can strengthen the body and prolong life. One of the factors is that after the first glimpse of the door, it can spit out the filthy air in the body.

……

More than ten days later, the day before the first day of the Lunar New Year, the Escort sent out a lot of New Year's goods. Fang Ping was a tripper, and received five catties of sorghum rice and an old hen. Breakthrough to two hundred points.

【Vision point: 178 points (200/178)】

"It's coming, it's coming! I'll be able to break through to the eighth rank soon."

Fang Ping went to the handyman's yard, thinking about his old love, and gave Wang Niu two catties of sorghum rice.

When he was about to go back to Mouse Lane, Bai Yunfei appeared, looked at Fang Ping complicatedly, and handed out a beautifully packaged gift box: "This is a chestnut cake from the Escort Bureau. I can't get used to it. Don't you have a younger sister? Take it back for the toothbrush festival." Bar"

"Don't want it, I didn't poison you, and I didn't have any intentions. I, Bai Yunfei, lack nothing but friends."

After speaking, Brother Young Master left with a little melancholy.

Fang Ping looked at the gift box in his hand, and went back to Mouse Lane without saying a word.

"Second brother brought delicious food again." Fang Ying yelled.

"Keep down, I'm afraid others don't know that our house has food?" Li Rou scolded.

"Chestnut cake, one... from a friend." Fang Ping unwrapped the gift box, revealing a cake that was stacked together, smelling sweet and light yellow in color.

Not to mention chestnut cakes, the lower-level people in the outer city would beg God to tell grandma if they could eat a bite of wheat bran. Fang Ying's eyes were wide open, and she didn't dare to reach out.

"Let's eat." Li Rou seemed to think of her husband and eldest son again.

"After the new year, I will ask someone to inquire about the news of my father and brother. Mother, don't stand there. Tonight is the New Year's Eve. Cut up the bacon. There is also an old hen, boil it into chicken soup, and give it to Fang Ying Bubu."

Fang Ping also wanted to make up for himself, his body was still too weak.

(End of this chapter)