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

Chapter 5
Song Boyu used great perseverance to endure the itching and numbness everywhere, persisting in the state of "Yang Yang is hidden inside, and the belly is like a soldering iron", and worked hard to complete the next pose.

He has experienced many times in the dream and failed many times, but he must not fail at this moment!

The hope of living, the pressure of survival, the expectations of his sister, everything told him that he could not retreat or lose.

Half of the three months have passed. If I can't reach the perfection of hardness and softness, I am afraid that one day I will turn into an old man and die in an instant.

Many people will make mistakes and collapse under tremendous pressure, but a few people are born with big hearts. The greater the pressure and the bigger the scene, the better their performance.

Song Boyu is such a person. At this time, he gradually abandoned all distracting thoughts, followed the method summarized in the dream, and completed it step by step, which was extremely practical.

Time passed slowly and the sun gradually set in the west. Du Xuexue and others gathered around him at some point, looking forward to but worried at the same time.

Du Xuexu knew about Song Boyu's situation. Although he did not tell anyone else, he was very worried. It would be heartbreaking if such an outstanding disciple died young.

Du Li, the youngest son of Du Xuexue, clapped his hands stupidly, wanting to rush over and touch Song Boyu, but Mrs. Du held her tightly.

Du Xuexue's two daughters who had not left the court opened the window and looked secretly, whispering.

There were also some disciples of Du Xuexuu, who were all classmates of Song Boyu, and they all gathered around him at this time.

A classmate whispered: "Boyu is really good. His strange practice must have lasted for a whole day. I would be exhausted."

"You don't understand this. This is called moving piles. All internal exercises have this. It's just that his posture is a little too, too incredible."

The other person seemed to understand better and answered in a low voice.

"That's right, what kind of exercise is this, how can it make people turn their right leg around the top of their head like that?"

"The movements of his neck are really weird. At such an angle, I can't complete it even if I break my neck."

Two more people found it incredible and spoke one after another.

A rather strong classmate said: "I once practiced at the Xun Family Martial Arts School for a period of time. Although I didn't achieve much, I did know some common sense about martial arts.

Seeing that Boyu's face is as red as a jujube, but there is no sweat all over his body, he must have profound attainments in the realm of hardness and softness! "

At this time, Song Boyu's tongue was pressed against the roof of his mouth, allowing the body fluids to slide down. Most of the fascia in the body had been tempered, leaving only the last one, the fascia of the head and neck.

The method he used was a trick, but he used the state of "Yuan Yang is hidden inside, and the abdomen is like a soldering iron" to forcibly temper the key parts of the fascia.

The most important thing is to complete the forced tempering of all key positions in time, so that all the fascia resonates, and the fascia of the whole body turns into a big bow in this constant resonance.

My stomach was growling. Although I had eaten a lot early in the morning, there was really nothing left in the evening.

His head was also a little dizzy. He had been practicing for seven or eight hours from morning to night. Now that the sun was setting, Song Boyu was really exhausted.

"Those who travel a hundred miles are only half as good as ninety. Persevere, persevere, persevere!"

He swallowed a few more mouthfuls of body fluid, then slowly adjusted his posture, guided the essence to gather, and forcibly tempered his head and neck.

Several classmates who were observing exclaimed, and the classmate who had practiced martial arts exclaimed: "He, he, his head is steaming, and his face is as red as a grilled prawn. I have never heard of such a situation, is it?" Did the training go wrong?"

"Wu Yang, what should we do?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Wait a minute, I'll find my cousin to see what's going on. He lives on Changning Street and is a good hand!"

After Wu Yang finished speaking, he ran away quickly. About a quarter of an hour later, he dragged a tall and strong man in.

"This is my cousin Ba Ang. He once studied in the Xun Family Martial Arts School. He is just a hair away from reaching the realm of hardness and softness. He works as an escort at Huiyou Escort Agency."

The man clasped his fists at everyone, and then saluted Du Xuexue alone. He slowly observed Song Boyu's condition and kept shaking his head.

Du Xuexue couldn't bear it any longer and asked hurriedly: "Hero, what do you mean by shaking your head?"

Baang's voice was thick and powerful: "Sir, I can't figure him out. His posture is very weird. I have never seen this kind of training before. He is smoking. Why don't you tell me about his situation?"

Du Xuexue asked Zhou Xiuniang to come over and tell Ba Ang the general situation of Song Boyu.

After a cup of tea, Baang finished listening and his expression changed drastically:
"Nonsense! It's crazy!
Just one and a half months and want to hit the rigidity and softness?Only eat two meals a day, white steamed buns and pickles in the morning, and lard, cabbage and rice in the evening?
Three meals a day of meat, eggs, rice and vegetables are enough for me, and I even gave up drinking this year. Even now, my master says that I still don’t have enough energy to nourish my life.

This child is indeed a genius, but his life energy is definitely not enough to make a breakthrough. If he continues like this, he may die! "

As soon as this remark was made, everyone looked at Song Boyu's steaming head, and everyone felt uneasy. A classmate said, "No...it's because his head is cooked?"

"Speak nonsense, shut up if you can't speak."

Another classmate said angrily.

Du Xuequou did not dare to be careless, so he bowed and asked: "I dare to ask the strong man, what should you do based on your experience?"

Ba Ang stamped his feet and said in a deep voice: "I have learned how to help those who practice Cha Qi get out of the wrong path, but I am not familiar with the technique, and I don't know if it is right for the patient. If you are willing to give it a try..."

Du Xuexue pondered, pacing left and right, and when he was about to speak, Xiu Niang stretched out her hands like a hen protecting its chicks, blocking it in front:
"No, I don't want to! My brother said, no matter what happens, don't be surprised, have faith in him, and be sure to protect him!"

Seeing this posture, Ba Ang felt uneasy. He felt that people's lives were at stake and had to be saved, but he was also worried that he would get into trouble after rescuing. He could neither advance nor retreat.

Du Xuexue frowned and whispered: "Xiu Niang, why don't you let him try? Boyu always feels like this is not normal."

Xiu Niang shook her head like a rattle and her eyes were red: "No, no, it just can't be done. My brother will definitely accomplish great things today. He said it himself. I believe him. Nothing will happen..."

Speaking of this, she choked up a little. If she failed, her brother would only live for another year and a half, or even two or three months. That was absolutely unacceptable. She only had this one family member.

Baang regretted a little. He should have gone out to drink secretly instead of staying at home if he had known earlier. Being dragged into this tricky situation by his cousin made him feel very uncomfortable.

It's not his character to let things go, and it's hard to control them.

Just when everyone was trying to persuade Zhou Xiuniang, Song Boyu finally forcibly tempered the head fascia.

He felt numbness in his head and neck, then his shoulders, back and chest. This numbness quickly spread throughout his body. Quantitative changes led to qualitative changes. All the changes in the fascia made his body produce a crackling sound like fried beans.

This unusual sound attracted everyone's attention. Baang's expression was dull as he listened to the sound, his mouth slowly opened wide, and he murmured: "Isn't it?"

The others didn't know why. They watched Song Boyu stand up slowly and vaguely heard a thunderous roar.

I saw that Song Boyu's body was as weak and boneless as he performed all kinds of incredibly difficult movements, as if he was not seeing a human being, but a python wearing human skin.

After about a few breaths, Song Boyu stood up again. He felt that his whole body was extremely coordinated, and his waist core was extremely powerful. Every kick and punch used all the muscles in his body to exert force.

In his body, there is even a small group of essence that gathers and does not disperse, roving in the internal organs, slowly nourishing the internal organs.

Song Boyu felt that apart from being empty in his belly and unbearably hungry, his whole body felt extremely refreshed. He felt that he was so powerful that he could break the sun, moon, rivers and mountains with one punch.

Of course, this was just an illusion, but he punched with the help of his waist and abdomen core and blasted out with all his strength. The power was definitely extraordinary.

At this point, Song Boyu has achieved the perfection of hardness and softness. In the martial arts world, he can be regarded as a master of internal training.

He closed his eyes, his soul was so ethereal, he ignored his hunger for the time being, and carefully felt the changes in his body. Suddenly he seemed to "see" it, vaguely, like a newborn opening his eyes for the first time, but he really saw the inside of his body. Case.

Blood vessels, muscles, organs, and bones were vaguely visible, and hundreds of meridians were looming. A cold spiritual power penetrated into the skin and muscles, constantly corroding his body.

It was just the first time I felt it, and I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave, and it seemed that even my soul was frozen.

Song Boyu instantly understood that this was the Yin spirit energy that the female Ping Yi Lang officer was talking about. Spirit energy is very harmful to the human body!
For this strange state, he thought of a word, inward vision.

He tried hard to maintain this strange state, observed himself, and thought to himself:
"what happened?

According to what I know from Xun Xueya’s historical experience, only by successfully entering the Tao and possessing spiritual vision can one be able to look inside oneself and see the monsters and weird things outside.

I have just reached the first level of body refining, how can I have the spiritual vision that only the Yin God level has? "

Soon, Song Boyu discovered a flaw. This kind of spiritual vision was defective. He could only look inwards and could not see the spiritual energy that diffused in the world.

As for spiritual things, monsters, monsters and other strange things, I didn't see them at all.

After observing the outside like this, I realized that it was already dark and a large group of people had gathered.

Without concentration, Song Boyu could not maintain his ethereal state, and his spiritual vision instantly collapsed.

Looking around, Song Boyu saw Zhou Xiuniang squatting on the ground, covering her mouth and crying excitedly. When she saw Song Boyu looking at her, she quickly stood up and sobbed: "Brother...brother, have you reached the point where you are strong and soft?"

Song Boyu smiled confidently and walked quickly to her: "Of course it's consummated. Don't worry, we will stay with each other for a long time."

Xiuniang finally couldn't help it and hugged Song Boyu.

Everyone present looked at the two brothers and sisters hugging each other, and they all lamented the deep relationship between them.

Baang looked depressed and fell to his knees with a sound like a mosquito: "The fascia roared like fried beans, his body was as soft as a snake, and his eyes were gleaming. It was obvious that he had reached the state of hardness and softness. He was 12 years old and had only practiced the Zhuang Kung Fu for a month and a half. , I am already 25, why is there such a big gap..."

He regretted it again and felt that he should have gone to Goulan to drink and listen to music instead of doubting his life here.

Du Xuexue's family and Song Boyu's classmates came forward to congratulate him and talked about the strange actions they had just seen. It was very lively, like a festival.

Another classmate said that if it weren't for the fact that boys can only practice this boy's skill, he would have wanted to learn it from a teacher.

He does not mean that.

Ba Ang's eyes regained their brilliance, and he had a wild idea in his heart, whether he should take this half-sized man as his teacher, and ask him to teach him the mystery of the great perfection of the state of rigidity and softness.

(End of this chapter)