I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 18
Ba Ang's home is also a courtyard house. His family is the middle household in Fangguo, and it is passed down by three generations.

The large open space in the middle of the yard was also where he practiced daily. Baang carried his cousin to the bed in the side room, threw it on him, covered him with a quilt, and immediately went to the kitchen to get a fire stick and lit the torches in the four corners of the open space.

His wife heard the news and came over. After bowing to Song Boyu, they went back to coax the child to rest.

With the help of the firelight, Song Boyu discovered that this place was paved with bluestone slabs, with swords, guns, swords and halberds and stone locks and stone burdens on both sides. It was very Zhou Zheng.

"What I did here is quite decent, right?"

Ba Ang was quite proud of his small martial arts arena, so he casually picked up a stone lock and started playing with it.

Song Boyu smiled and said: "It's indeed good. If I have money in the future, I will also build such a martial arts arena at home.

Without further ado, I will walk you through it today and tell you the secret.

However, if I want to really suit you, I must understand Hu Xing Jin so that I can make targeted modifications. "

Song Boyu had no intention of directly teaching him the perfect secret formula of hardness and softness developed for Tiger-shaped Jin. This was too strange. Even if he was gifted, he could not develop the secret formula most suitable for Tiger-shaped Jin without understanding it. Mode.

After hearing this, Ba Ang was silent for a while and said: "Let's try martial arts training first. As for the first level of Tiger-shaped Jin's moving piles, you can actually practice it by paying two guans of money and becoming a disciple of Xun's martial arts school. Tomorrow morning , I’ll take you to Xun’s Martial Arts School, and I’ll pay for it.”

Song Boyu nodded, said nothing more, and started practicing directly.

What he practiced this time was a secret technique based on the boy's skill. It was inevitably a bit dissonant for Baang, but Baang did feel that his whole body was warm, and his life essence was growing in large quantities. Every time the key nodes of the fascia were conquered, One, the more active the body is.

But after practicing several times, he stopped at the head and neck fascia and broke out in a cold sweat. It was obvious that he failed.

He whispered weakly: "Brother Boyu, the method you taught me is indeed the real method, but it is not suitable for Tiger-shaped Jin. I feel tingling in my body, and it even hurts when I try to refine my head and neck. I want to roll around. At the moment, I seem to have some understanding, but I don’t seem to have it. Relying on my brain to draw parallels is probably impossible. Let’s rest first and I’ll take you to the martial arts gym tomorrow.”

Song Boyu slept in the wing next to Wu Yang's room on the west side. There was a faint silver light flowing in his heart, and it passed away in a flash.

The waning moon was still in the sky, and he was suspended in mid-air. Song Boyu, who was familiar with the road, entered Chen Hongyi's dream again. He wanted to avenge his shame tonight and kill everyone.

An hour later, Song Boyu woke up. His whole body was shaking slightly and he was panting.

One day in the dream, he died a hundred times, and the last time he was caught by a Taoist monk. He held down the Tianling Cap, poured spiritual energy into his body, and his body exploded like a firecracker from top to bottom. After a while, all that was left was the Lower the head.

This kind of pain was really unspeakable, but he couldn't die immediately. He could only endure the pain for a cup of tea before dying in pain.

Even the dream was difficult to maintain. He opened his eyes directly in the real world and took a breath. After calming down, Song Boyu remained ethereal and looked inward at himself.

Sure enough, the floating ball of life essence had become the size of a soybean. He quickly performed the static posture, and his muscles and bones crackled with thunderous bursts. It took a quarter of an hour before it returned to the size of a thumb.

"Fortunately, the loss is not permanent and will be restored soon. Fortunately, I have eaten a lot of meat rich in life essence today, and my body already has a lot of essence hidden in it. Before I enter the foundation-building realm, I can no longer provoke the monks. , even a monk who has just entered Taoism is not something I can match."

Song Boyu thought with some fear, fortunately this is a dream, if it really is reality, then everything will be over.

However, he really experienced the crushing of ordinary warriors by monks, which was all-round.

A monk who has just completed introducing Qi into his body and does not know any spells can easily defeat him with only his flesh and blood body. He can also force the spiritual energy into the body of a mortal warrior and turn it into flesh every inch.

After adjusting his mentality, Song Boyu entered the dreamland again and once again chose Chen Hongyi's historical fragment.

This time he became more of a thief. He only targeted those with strong internal strength, and occasionally attacked divine warriors. In the end, he was surrounded by thirteen divine warriors. He drew out his dagger and stabbed his own neck directly, returning to the dreamland of the moon.

Looking up at the waning moon in the sky, the corners of Song Boyu's mouth turned up, a little crazy.

As the moonlight fell, his crazy look gradually calmed down.

"Sure enough, suicide is the best solution and consumes the least amount of moonlight. Why have I been so stupid for so many days..."

He was suspended in mid-air, bending forward in frustration. It took him a while to regain his fighting spirit, and once again entered Chen Hongyi's historical episode.

This kind of unscrupulous fighting and killing in a city, escaping, being chased and counter-hunting, gave him great experience. When he opened his eyes again, opened the window and looked up at the moonlit sky.

Song Boyu's eyes were very horrifying. For only six days in the dream, he seemed to have returned from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, like a hellish Shura who had killed countless people.

In a sense, he is indeed like this. If he really fights without any restraint, it has become almost instinctive to use fatal moves.

After looking up at the moonlit sky for a while, Song Boyu closed the window, closed his eyes and tried to remain ethereal.

But it is difficult. Almost as soon as I close my eyes, I will be the public enemy of the whole city. Extreme escape and counter-hunt are like a terrifying dream.

As for the Seven Soul Chasing Styles of Dagger Kung Fu, Xiangxi Boxing, Jiyue Kung Fu, and Jin Yan Kung Fu of Light Body Kung Fu, he has long been extremely proficient, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is proficient.

Moreover, he also learned reversely while being hunted, and learned some ruthless scattered moves from those enemies.

His body was trembling slightly, and his mind was a little unstable.

"I can't fight continuously like this, and my spirit is a little too much. Those veterans in my previous life had stress-related trauma, and I may be the same."

He tried his best to maintain his ethereal spirit, and after many failures, he finally succeeded by luck, guiding the ball of cruising energy towards his heart.

The mass of essence shrank instantly, as if it was absorbed by some kind of terrifying thing, and became the size of a grain of rice. The silver light flowed, instantly spreading all over Song Boyu's body, and finally converged in an instant, disappearing into the center of his eyebrows.

Song Boyu only felt that his head was clear and his mind was clear. The mountains of corpses and seas of blood were still there, but they could no longer shake him in the slightest.

He maintained an ethereal state, his muscles and bones were in harmony, and his voice was like thunder, which woke up Wu Yang next door, thinking that there was going to be a heavy rain in the middle of the night.

After a while, Song Boyu finished his exercise and opened his eyes. His eyes were like lightning and terrifying. After a cup of tea, he returned to normal.

"So it turns out that what was said in the books in the past life is that there is great terror between life and death, and there will be great rewards if you can escape. Is it true?"

At this moment, the floating mass of essence in his body not only returned to the size of a thumb, but also split into a small ball of rice-sized essence, which circled around the large mass of essence like a satellite.

His stomach made a loud growling sound, as if to say: I want to eat, I want to eat meat!

(End of this chapter)